Omori is continuing her studies of the druidic arts from the roof of the Inn, looking between her star charts for anything that catches her eye.
KK is alternating between experimenting with this distilled Old Blood she was able to create, and workshopping designs for the suit she will wear to her wedding.
*Good morning my dear friend.*
Suddenly Top is sitting next to them, looking up at the sky with them, patting his feet as if he was there the whole time, his hands in his pockets.
Henry continues to recover, though he's getting stronger every day, still using his cane more for the sake of loving the gift rather than a need for it.
*How art thou today?*
She looks over at him, a small smile on her face. "Hi, Top. How've you been?" She asks, looking back to her reading material.
She's equal parts happy and relieved seeing him continue to recover without complications, her smile growing when she sees him. "Good morning, dear." She says to him, placing a single drop of the filtered Old Blood onto another nailed-down human hand- this one has three nails in it, just in case.
*I am doing as well as I can be, so decent, and you?*
He seems to think for a moment, pulling out one of his hands "I've been... busy, but you know that because I haven't been visiting you."
The regenerative properties immediately take effect, bringing the back to what it looked like before being severed, though it doesn't seem to do much more than that, the effects seem to vary in severity "Good morning, love of my life, my beautiful scientist wife." He says as he walks over to see what they are working on.
*Sorry about the delay. I'm doing well as well. Good to hear you're faring alright.*
"I understand- keeping the world from ending is kinda a full-time job, I imagine." She responds, looking out at the forest near the Inn for a moment.
She seems absolutely ecstatic, giving him a not-too-tight hug and a kiss on the cheek as soon as he walks over. "I think I might have figured something out." She excitedly says, gesturing to the regenerated, non-monstrous hand. "The filtered Old Blood has the original's regenerative properties, but so far as I can see, none of the other effects."
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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)
Omori is continuing her studies of the druidic arts from the roof of the Inn, looking between her star charts for anything that catches her eye.
Walking slowly towards the Inn is an old dwarf with a hammer over his back. He uses a cane to slowly hobble forward, his jet black hair braided with childish beads given to him by some old friend long ago.
The little shadow peeks over the roof to see him, grinning widely as she waves to him.
*Also, good morning!*
Alric looks up and smiles. "Hello there!"
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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.
*Sorry about the delay. I'm doing well as well. Good to hear you're faring alright.*
"I understand- keeping the world from ending is kinda a full-time job, I imagine." She responds, looking out at the forest near the Inn for a moment.
She seems absolutely ecstatic, giving him a not-too-tight hug and a kiss on the cheek as soon as he walks over. "I think I might have figured something out." She excitedly says, gesturing to the regenerated, non-monstrous hand. "The filtered Old Blood has the original's regenerative properties, but so far as I can see, none of the other effects."
*It's okay, I'm happy to hear you're doing well too.*
He looks where they do, curious what may be over there before looking back to them, "It's okay, I always make time for those I care about, and we usually have a little downtime between missions."
He looks over to the gesture, seeing the hand to which nothing bad has yet happened, returning the kiss to her before beginning to think, ponder on what may happen "How many douses have you applied? It may provide the less desirable effects with higher quantities now that the negative properties are less concentrated." He suggests, leaning on his cane.
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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.'
*Sorry about the delay. I'm doing well as well. Good to hear you're faring alright.*
"I understand- keeping the world from ending is kinda a full-time job, I imagine." She responds, looking out at the forest near the Inn for a moment.
She seems absolutely ecstatic, giving him a not-too-tight hug and a kiss on the cheek as soon as he walks over. "I think I might have figured something out." She excitedly says, gesturing to the regenerated, non-monstrous hand. "The filtered Old Blood has the original's regenerative properties, but so far as I can see, none of the other effects."
*It's okay, I'm happy to hear you're doing well too.*
He looks where they do, curious what may be over there before looking back to them, "It's okay, I always make time for those I care about, and we usually have a little downtime between missions."
He looks over to the gesture, seeing the hand to which nothing bad has yet happened, returning the kiss to her before beginning to think, ponder on what may happen "How many douses have you applied? It may provide the less desirable effects with higher quantities now that the negative properties are less concentrated." He suggests, leaning on his cane.
"That's good. It's good to see you again." She replies. "I missed our conversations about nothing in particular."
"Only a drop so far. Let's see if adding more reveals any different effects." She empties the rest of the eyedropper of blood onto the hand, stepping back to beside him in case it animates and attacks like the first one.
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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 nods, pushing herself to her feet with a little effort, going back to the trains with them.
Ana comes back with a plate of grilled fish, limed and seasoned with vegetables.
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.)
Oliver offers her a train, looking worried still.
Leos eyes are closed, the wind ruffling his hair as he breathes in the salty air
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Sorry about the delay. I'm doing well as well. Good to hear you're faring alright.*
"I understand- keeping the world from ending is kinda a full-time job, I imagine." She responds, looking out at the forest near the Inn for a moment.
She seems absolutely ecstatic, giving him a not-too-tight hug and a kiss on the cheek as soon as he walks over. "I think I might have figured something out." She excitedly says, gesturing to the regenerated, non-monstrous hand. "The filtered Old Blood has the original's regenerative properties, but so far as I can see, none of the other effects."
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 the offered train, beginning to play with them.
She decides not to bother him in this moment as she sits back down next to 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.)
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
After a while of playing he looks tired and lays down on the floor, sleeping quietly.
Leo cracks open an eye. "This is really really nice."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*It's okay, I'm happy to hear you're doing well too.*
He looks where they do, curious what may be over there before looking back to them, "It's okay, I always make time for those I care about, and we usually have a little downtime between missions."
He looks over to the gesture, seeing the hand to which nothing bad has yet happened, returning the kiss to her before beginning to think, ponder on what may happen "How many douses have you applied? It may provide the less desirable effects with higher quantities now that the negative properties are less concentrated." He suggests, leaning on his cane.
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 lets them, picking them up and taking them to their bed, placing them down softly.
"An almost perfect honeymoon." She replies, putting the food in their lap.
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 stays asleep for quite some time.
"Why almost perfect?" he asks, taking a bite of the food
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She goes off to do some research, and learn why she collapsed.
She looks into their eyes, "Oh, nothing for you to worry about yet." She boops his nose. For the first time since meeting Ana, the food is delicious.
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.)
A skinny half-elf is playing the lute outside of the tavern
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Oliver stumbles in a few hours later, rubbing his eyes. "mom?"
He points his fork at her. "Oh i am gonna worry."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
They can hear Merabelle is in her room, muttering to herself, the door closed.
She smiles "That only makes it all the more fun, my dear."
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 knocks on her door softly.
"Telll meeeee."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*any free chars?*
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Merabelle makes her way over, opening it and looking down at Oliver, smiling softly.
"But that would ruin the surprise!"
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.)
"Are you okay?" he rasps
He sighs and eats his food.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"That's good. It's good to see you again." She replies. "I missed our conversations about nothing in particular."
"Only a drop so far. Let's see if adding more reveals any different effects." She empties the rest of the eyedropper of blood onto the hand, stepping back to beside him in case it animates and attacks like the first one.
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
*hi moon!*
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