Omori is wandering through the forest, collecting bones, as one does.
Theren has gone on a small rampage, standing in a pack of slaughtered owlbears. Blood drips from his blades as he breathes heavily.
She walks into the view from amidst the trees, looking between Theren and the corpses of the owlbears. "What happened?" She asks, while walking towards one of the carcasses, kneeling beside it and producing her dagger.
"Lettin out some steam."
"Ah, okay. Just make sure not to kill too many, okay?" She asks, nonchalantly beginning to carve open the owlbear carcass to retrieve its heart as if this was a completely normal and healthy thing to do.
"Gonna use that as a spell component?"
"No- I'm gonna eat it. Not now, though." She responds, tearing out the corpse's heart and storing it in a separate pouch connected to her satchel- one that, judging by the dark red stains in the leather, is often used for storing organs. Without missing a beat, she starts collecting its other organs.
"That cant be healthy." he says, brow furrowed.
"Don't worry, I cook the organs first... most of the time, anyway." She responds, genuinely not seeming to know or care for any problems that would arise from her unusual palate.
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
She continues to help if her help is requested again. If not, she sits back and watches the ritual reach its conclusion, taking notes the whole time.
"I see." She simply responds, flinching a bit at the sounds of bones snapping back into place. "You okay?" She asks.
Merabelle just asks them to help her up, taking out some kind of jar which she uses as a seal for the shadow, holding it within, panting with exhaustion.
"I'm doing great, put some real work to get me this sweaty, look at me, I'm practically glowing!" He flexes after setting everything right.
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
Omori is wandering through the forest, collecting bones, as one does.
Theren has gone on a small rampage, standing in a pack of slaughtered owlbears. Blood drips from his blades as he breathes heavily.
She walks into the view from amidst the trees, looking between Theren and the corpses of the owlbears. "What happened?" She asks, while walking towards one of the carcasses, kneeling beside it and producing her dagger.
"Lettin out some steam."
"Ah, okay. Just make sure not to kill too many, okay?" She asks, nonchalantly beginning to carve open the owlbear carcass to retrieve its heart as if this was a completely normal and healthy thing to do.
"Gonna use that as a spell component?"
"No- I'm gonna eat it. Not now, though." She responds, tearing out the corpse's heart and storing it in a separate pouch connected to her satchel- one that, judging by the dark red stains in the leather, is often used for storing organs. Without missing a beat, she starts collecting its other organs.
"That cant be healthy." he says, brow furrowed.
"Don't worry, I cook the organs first... most of the time, anyway." She responds, genuinely not seeming to know or care for any problems that would arise from her unusual palate.
*I love how Merabelle has affected Omori to just think this is something completely normal, considering she does it all the time as well. It makes up most of her meals really.*
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
Omori is wandering through the forest, collecting bones, as one does.
Theren has gone on a small rampage, standing in a pack of slaughtered owlbears. Blood drips from his blades as he breathes heavily.
She walks into the view from amidst the trees, looking between Theren and the corpses of the owlbears. "What happened?" She asks, while walking towards one of the carcasses, kneeling beside it and producing her dagger.
"Lettin out some steam."
"Ah, okay. Just make sure not to kill too many, okay?" She asks, nonchalantly beginning to carve open the owlbear carcass to retrieve its heart as if this was a completely normal and healthy thing to do.
"Gonna use that as a spell component?"
"No- I'm gonna eat it. Not now, though." She responds, tearing out the corpse's heart and storing it in a separate pouch connected to her satchel- one that, judging by the dark red stains in the leather, is often used for storing organs. Without missing a beat, she starts collecting its other organs.
"That cant be healthy." he says, brow furrowed.
"Don't worry, I cook the organs first... most of the time, anyway." She responds, genuinely not seeming to know or care for any problems that would arise from her unusual palate.
"Okay." he sighs, helping her with the organs
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She continues to help if her help is requested again. If not, she sits back and watches the ritual reach its conclusion, taking notes the whole time.
"I see." She simply responds, flinching a bit at the sounds of bones snapping back into place. "You okay?" She asks.
Merabelle just asks them to help her up, taking out some kind of jar which she uses as a seal for the shadow, holding it within, panting with exhaustion.
"I'm doing great, put some real work to get me this sweaty, look at me, I'm practically glowing!" He flexes after setting everything right.
She does help her up, especially curious. "What... what was that?" She asks, barely able to take her eyes off the vessel.
"Yeah, I suppose so." She responds, before producing a cloth from her jacket pocket and offering it to him.
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
She continues to help if her help is requested again. If not, she sits back and watches the ritual reach its conclusion, taking notes the whole time.
"I see." She simply responds, flinching a bit at the sounds of bones snapping back into place. "You okay?" She asks.
Merabelle just asks them to help her up, taking out some kind of jar which she uses as a seal for the shadow, holding it within, panting with exhaustion.
"I'm doing great, put some real work to get me this sweaty, look at me, I'm practically glowing!" He flexes after setting everything right.
She does help her up, especially curious. "What... what was that?" She asks, barely able to take her eyes off the vessel.
"Yeah, I suppose so." She responds, before producing a cloth from her jacket pocket and offering it to him.
"The way I'm keepin' my daughter safe. This was my shadow, an' now, it'll be the vessel fer an evil." She says, leaning against KK as much as she can.
He chuckles, taking the cloth and beginning to clean himself off, unbeknownst to him, there is a decently large, profusely bleeding wound on his back.
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
*Oh also, does anyone else want to rp? I wouldn't blame anyone who doesn't want to, it is what it is.*
*I could role-play for a little while.*
*Cool, that sounds fun. Who you got bud?*
*I've got the Kapre, a cigar smoking tree giant with wish granting capabilities, and the Hodmedod, a scarecrow with a flock of cursed crows.*
*Both of those sound ridiculous and wonderful. Which one do you want to play?*
*Ridiculous and wonderful is usually what I try to go for. I'm feeling the Kapre today.*
The Kapre is snoozing under a tree. His long, hairy knuckled fingers are interlaced and rest upon his paunch. Just above his hands rests the small leather pouch he wears around his neck.
"Don't worry, I cook the organs first... most of the time, anyway." She responds, genuinely not seeming to know or care for any problems that would arise from her unusual palate.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"Don't be sad, darling, we'll find somewhere to go."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
Merabelle just asks them to help her up, taking out some kind of jar which she uses as a seal for the shadow, holding it within, panting with exhaustion.
"I'm doing great, put some real work to get me this sweaty, look at me, I'm practically glowing!" He flexes after setting everything right.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*Oh also, does anyone else want to rp? I wouldn't blame anyone who doesn't want to, it is what it is.*
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*I love how Merabelle has affected Omori to just think this is something completely normal, considering she does it all the time as well. It makes up most of her meals really.*
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*I could role-play for a little while.*
*Cool, that sounds fun. Who you got bud?*
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
"Okay." he sighs, helping her with the organs
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He just nods a bit, putting some more food on the fork for her
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She does help her up, especially curious. "What... what was that?" She asks, barely able to take her eyes off the vessel.
"Yeah, I suppose so." She responds, before producing a cloth from her jacket pocket and offering it to him.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
She takes out food off the fork, putting a hand to the side of their face, "I love you more than anything."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*I've got the Kapre, a cigar smoking tree giant with wish granting capabilities, and the Hodmedod, a scarecrow with a flock of cursed crows.*
He sets down the fork. "I know dear.."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"The way I'm keepin' my daughter safe. This was my shadow, an' now, it'll be the vessel fer an evil." She says, leaning against KK as much as she can.
He chuckles, taking the cloth and beginning to clean himself off, unbeknownst to him, there is a decently large, profusely bleeding wound on his back.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*Both of those sound ridiculous and wonderful. Which one do you want to play?*
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
She tilts her head, scooting closer to them, "Is something wrong?"
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
He shakes his head, still holding her hand lightly
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"You know you can tell me anything, don't you?" She rubs their hand with hers.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*Ridiculous and wonderful is usually what I try to go for. I'm feeling the Kapre today.*
The Kapre is snoozing under a tree. His long, hairy knuckled fingers are interlaced and rest upon his paunch. Just above his hands rests the small leather pouch he wears around his neck.
Leo nods, holding her hand tighter
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.