"No, you do matter. Your kids need you... hell, I'd be that thing's vessel in your place, if you allowed it..." She trails off, silent for a few seconds longer. "...though, if you've fully decided on this... I won't stop you."
"Sure thing. I'll need to get the supplies to do it, though. I'll be back in a few." She responds, running off to get the necessary bandages and such, returning a few minutes later with the supplies in hand, pausing for a moment to catch her breath. She then starts to bandage up the wound, putting some of the healing slime he used before onto the gauze before she applies it.
"KK, yer gettin' married, I ain't gonna let yer partner lose ya any time soon." She sits down on her bed, looking down at the ground, "I just need some time fer myself ta recover an' I'll be okay. Shadow's only so much o' me, I'll be fine, it'll just take some time."
He sits down on a nearby rock to make it easier for them, taking off his shirt to give them easy access, his back seemingly gored from some of the creature's horns, bleeding a very large amount. He waits for them, wincing when the healing slime touches him, sighing as they bandage up the wound.
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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.'
"That'll do nicely," He says, holding the end of the cigar out to you. "Now why are you makin' a racket with that there thing-a-ma-jig when there are fellas like me tryin' to get some shut eye?"
He puts the welder away, not making eye contact, "Sorry, I'm just trying to fix it up, so fella like you will be able to get some sleep without it accidentally going off or something." He says, looking up at them, "Huh, are you a giant?"
"Hm" He grunts, "In a manner of speaking, I am." You can tell that if he stood up he'd probably be about ten feet tall. "You got some bigblood in yer veins, don'tcha?"
"Me? I ain't even that big, you should see my brothers and sisters, they are nearly as big as you are." He says, continuing to work on the clock, "I'm Milo by the way, Milo Emberpot."
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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.'
*I've decided to downsize my guardian angel character so his giant spider mount can move through medium-sized spaces. He is now a wooden strugel angel instead of a wooden man angel.*
*You know, because strugels are like the only small race I tolerate or something.*
*Anyway, I'm going to take some inspiration from Uncle Iroh from Avatar: The Last Airbender. I've only watched like two episodes of the show, and specifically the weird Netflix live-action one, but I think Iroh is a cool guy.*
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"That'll do nicely," He says, holding the end of the cigar out to you. "Now why are you makin' a racket with that there thing-a-ma-jig when there are fellas like me tryin' to get some shut eye?"
He puts the welder away, not making eye contact, "Sorry, I'm just trying to fix it up, so fella like you will be able to get some sleep without it accidentally going off or something." He says, looking up at them, "Huh, are you a giant?"
"Hm" He grunts, "In a manner of speaking, I am." You can tell that if he stood up he'd probably be about ten feet tall. "You got some bigblood in yer veins, don'tcha?"
"Me? I ain't even that big, you should see my brothers and sisters, they are nearly as big as you are." He says, continuing to work on the clock, "I'm Milo by the way, Milo Emberpot."
"Bein' short ain't nuthin to be ashamed of." He takes a long slow draw on his cigar with the air of someone who has all the time in the world. "Milo," He expels the smoke in a thin stream from between his lips, "That clock say what time it is?"
"No, you do matter. Your kids need you... hell, I'd be that thing's vessel in your place, if you allowed it..." She trails off, silent for a few seconds longer. "...though, if you've fully decided on this... I won't stop you."
"Sure thing. I'll need to get the supplies to do it, though. I'll be back in a few." She responds, running off to get the necessary bandages and such, returning a few minutes later with the supplies in hand, pausing for a moment to catch her breath. She then starts to bandage up the wound, putting some of the healing slime he used before onto the gauze before she applies it.
"KK, yer gettin' married, I ain't gonna let yer partner lose ya any time soon." She sits down on her bed, looking down at the ground, "I just need some time fer myself ta recover an' I'll be okay. Shadow's only so much o' me, I'll be fine, it'll just take some time."
He sits down on a nearby rock to make it easier for them, taking off his shirt to give them easy access, his back seemingly gored from some of the creature's horns, bleeding a very large amount. He waits for them, wincing when the healing slime touches him, sighing as they bandage up the wound.
"...Okay. Sorry I'm worrying too much, I was scared that... I'm happy to hear you'll be okay." She responds, looking at the trapped shadow. "What you're trying to make a vessel for, to seal away... it's her doing, isn't it?"
After a few minutes, all the bandaging is done, the injury already slowly beginning to heal from the regenerating ooze. "That should be it. So long as I did the bandages right, it should heal up in no time."
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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)
"No, you do matter. Your kids need you... hell, I'd be that thing's vessel in your place, if you allowed it..." She trails off, silent for a few seconds longer. "...though, if you've fully decided on this... I won't stop you."
"Sure thing. I'll need to get the supplies to do it, though. I'll be back in a few." She responds, running off to get the necessary bandages and such, returning a few minutes later with the supplies in hand, pausing for a moment to catch her breath. She then starts to bandage up the wound, putting some of the healing slime he used before onto the gauze before she applies it.
"KK, yer gettin' married, I ain't gonna let yer partner lose ya any time soon." She sits down on her bed, looking down at the ground, "I just need some time fer myself ta recover an' I'll be okay. Shadow's only so much o' me, I'll be fine, it'll just take some time."
He sits down on a nearby rock to make it easier for them, taking off his shirt to give them easy access, his back seemingly gored from some of the creature's horns, bleeding a very large amount. He waits for them, wincing when the healing slime touches him, sighing as they bandage up the wound.
"...Okay. Sorry I'm worrying too much, I was scared that... I'm happy to hear you'll be okay." She responds, looking at the trapped shadow. "What you're trying to make a vessel for, to seal away... it's her doing, isn't it?"
After a few minutes, all the bandaging is done, the injury already slowly beginning to heal from the regenerating ooze. "That should be it. So long as I did the bandages right, it should heal up in no time."
"Yep, she decided ta try an' leave my daughter with a lil' goin' away present. Luckily, I think I got everythin' handled, thank ya fer worrin' 'bout me, I need it from somebody." She puts down the jar next to her.
He looks over to them, smiling brightly at them "Thank you, ya probably did the bandages right." He pushes himself off the rock, looking over to them, "How've you been doing, Mavis? I haven't seen you in the past few days."
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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.'
"That'll do nicely," He says, holding the end of the cigar out to you. "Now why are you makin' a racket with that there thing-a-ma-jig when there are fellas like me tryin' to get some shut eye?"
He puts the welder away, not making eye contact, "Sorry, I'm just trying to fix it up, so fella like you will be able to get some sleep without it accidentally going off or something." He says, looking up at them, "Huh, are you a giant?"
"Hm" He grunts, "In a manner of speaking, I am." You can tell that if he stood up he'd probably be about ten feet tall. "You got some bigblood in yer veins, don'tcha?"
"Me? I ain't even that big, you should see my brothers and sisters, they are nearly as big as you are." He says, continuing to work on the clock, "I'm Milo by the way, Milo Emberpot."
"Bein' short ain't nuthin to be ashamed of." He takes a long slow draw on his cigar with the air of someone who has all the time in the world. "Milo," He expels the smoke in a thin stream from between his lips, "That clock say what time it is?"
"11 exactly, but its broken so that may not be too right. I don't think... I'm small... I'm just the smallest out of all my brothers and sisters..." He puts the clock and his tools down on the ground, leaning against the tree, looking at the branches above.
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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.'
"That'll do nicely," He says, holding the end of the cigar out to you. "Now why are you makin' a racket with that there thing-a-ma-jig when there are fellas like me tryin' to get some shut eye?"
He puts the welder away, not making eye contact, "Sorry, I'm just trying to fix it up, so fella like you will be able to get some sleep without it accidentally going off or something." He says, looking up at them, "Huh, are you a giant?"
"Hm" He grunts, "In a manner of speaking, I am." You can tell that if he stood up he'd probably be about ten feet tall. "You got some bigblood in yer veins, don'tcha?"
"Me? I ain't even that big, you should see my brothers and sisters, they are nearly as big as you are." He says, continuing to work on the clock, "I'm Milo by the way, Milo Emberpot."
"Bein' short ain't nuthin to be ashamed of." He takes a long slow draw on his cigar with the air of someone who has all the time in the world. "Milo," He expels the smoke in a thin stream from between his lips, "That clock say what time it is?"
"11 exactly, but its broken so that may not be too right. I don't think... I'm small... I'm just the smallest out of all my brothers and sisters..." He puts the clock and his tools down on the ground, leaning against the tree, looking at the branches above.
He considers this for a moment, "No," He says with a slight nod of his shaggy head, "You're small. World's too big for anybody to go 'round thinkin' they got any real size to them." He stares up at the sun as he flicks some ash of his cigar. "Looks to me like it's closer to twelve."
"No, you do matter. Your kids need you... hell, I'd be that thing's vessel in your place, if you allowed it..." She trails off, silent for a few seconds longer. "...though, if you've fully decided on this... I won't stop you."
"Sure thing. I'll need to get the supplies to do it, though. I'll be back in a few." She responds, running off to get the necessary bandages and such, returning a few minutes later with the supplies in hand, pausing for a moment to catch her breath. She then starts to bandage up the wound, putting some of the healing slime he used before onto the gauze before she applies it.
"KK, yer gettin' married, I ain't gonna let yer partner lose ya any time soon." She sits down on her bed, looking down at the ground, "I just need some time fer myself ta recover an' I'll be okay. Shadow's only so much o' me, I'll be fine, it'll just take some time."
He sits down on a nearby rock to make it easier for them, taking off his shirt to give them easy access, his back seemingly gored from some of the creature's horns, bleeding a very large amount. He waits for them, wincing when the healing slime touches him, sighing as they bandage up the wound.
"...Okay. Sorry I'm worrying too much, I was scared that... I'm happy to hear you'll be okay." She responds, looking at the trapped shadow. "What you're trying to make a vessel for, to seal away... it's her doing, isn't it?"
After a few minutes, all the bandaging is done, the injury already slowly beginning to heal from the regenerating ooze. "That should be it. So long as I did the bandages right, it should heal up in no time."
"Yep, she decided ta try an' leave my daughter with a lil' goin' away present. Luckily, I think I got everythin' handled, thank ya fer worrin' 'bout me, I need it from somebody." She puts down the jar next to her.
He looks over to them, smiling brightly at them "Thank you, ya probably did the bandages right." He pushes himself off the rock, looking over to them, "How've you been doing, Mavis? I haven't seen you in the past few days."
"No thanks are necessary- I'm always happy to help a friend. Hopefully she won't give us any more trouble." She sets a hand near the jar. "Once it's all done, I can put this in a vault or something similar, if you'd like. Keep it far away from ever reaching Omori again."
She thinks for a moment, sighing a bit. "I've been doing alright. Work is still a pain in the backside in both senses of the term, but aside from that, not much has been happening for me. How have you been?"
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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)
He considers this for a moment, "No," He says with a slight nod of his shaggy head, "You're small. World's too big for anybody to go 'round thinkin' they got any real size to them." He stares up at the sun as he flicks some ash of his cigar. "Looks to me like it's closer to twelve."
He thinks about what they said, the wisdom they have provided him, and nods after a moment, looking up at the sun himself, "What 'bout gods? And all of those other big things out in space? What do you think of all of them?"
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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.'
He just sputters incomprehensibly.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*brb, gotta do a lab.*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"KK, yer gettin' married, I ain't gonna let yer partner lose ya any time soon." She sits down on her bed, looking down at the ground, "I just need some time fer myself ta recover an' I'll be okay. Shadow's only so much o' me, I'll be fine, it'll just take some time."
He sits down on a nearby rock to make it easier for them, taking off his shirt to give them easy access, his back seemingly gored from some of the creature's horns, bleeding a very large amount. He waits for them, wincing when the healing slime touches him, sighing as they bandage up the wound.
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 picks them up, taking them out of the Inn, walking towards the hot springs.
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.)
"Me? I ain't even that big, you should see my brothers and sisters, they are nearly as big as you are." He says, continuing to work on the clock, "I'm Milo by the way, Milo Emberpot."
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 decided to downsize my guardian angel character so his giant spider mount can move through medium-sized spaces. He is now a wooden strugel angel instead of a wooden man angel.*
*You know, because strugels are like the only small race I tolerate or something.*
*Anyway, I'm going to take some inspiration from Uncle Iroh from Avatar: The Last Airbender. I've only watched like two episodes of the show, and specifically the weird Netflix live-action one, but I think Iroh is a cool guy.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Bein' short ain't nuthin to be ashamed of." He takes a long slow draw on his cigar with the air of someone who has all the time in the world. "Milo," He expels the smoke in a thin stream from between his lips, "That clock say what time it is?"
"...Okay. Sorry I'm worrying too much, I was scared that... I'm happy to hear you'll be okay." She responds, looking at the trapped shadow. "What you're trying to make a vessel for, to seal away... it's her doing, isn't it?"
After a few minutes, all the bandaging is done, the injury already slowly beginning to heal from the regenerating ooze. "That should be it. So long as I did the bandages right, it should heal up in no time."
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)
(hi Yvonne)
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
I am failure and perfection
Without grace, but I am tired
Of walking life like it's a wire
*back now*
Leo lets her, staying in her arms like a little kid
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Yep, she decided ta try an' leave my daughter with a lil' goin' away present. Luckily, I think I got everythin' handled, thank ya fer worrin' 'bout me, I need it from somebody." She puts down the jar next to her.
He looks over to them, smiling brightly at them "Thank you, ya probably did the bandages right." He pushes himself off the rock, looking over to them, "How've you been doing, Mavis? I haven't seen you in the past few days."
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.)
"11 exactly, but its broken so that may not be too right. I don't think... I'm small... I'm just the smallest out of all my brothers and sisters..." He puts the clock and his tools down on the ground, leaning against the tree, looking at the branches above.
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.)
*Welcome back, chum.*
She puts them down outside of the spring, sliding into it with a sigh as all her troubles melt away in the warm water.
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.)
*Thanks*
Leo slides in across from her, closing his eyes
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He considers this for a moment, "No," He says with a slight nod of his shaggy head, "You're small. World's too big for anybody to go 'round thinkin' they got any real size to them." He stares up at the sun as he flicks some ash of his cigar. "Looks to me like it's closer to twelve."
*I got to go.*
"No thanks are necessary- I'm always happy to help a friend. Hopefully she won't give us any more trouble." She sets a hand near the jar. "Once it's all done, I can put this in a vault or something similar, if you'd like. Keep it far away from ever reaching Omori again."
She thinks for a moment, sighing a bit. "I've been doing alright. Work is still a pain in the backside in both senses of the term, but aside from that, not much has been happening for me. How have you been?"
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 a seat in their lap while their eyes are closed, leaning against them.
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 thinks about what they said, the wisdom they have provided him, and nods after a moment, looking up at the sun himself, "What 'bout gods? And all of those other big things out in space? What do you think of all of them?"
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 washes her hair, running his fingers gently through it
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.