She goes back inside the warehouse, sitting at her desk, still thinking of potential designs. He can notice that there is something different with her as well- not a big thing, just a slight change. The tips of her fingers are pitch black with a faintly reflective sheen, as if stained with ink. It has nothing to do with Old Blood, but it has the vague, barely-present energy of something distinctly... aberrant.
"...How do I... find friends?.." It asks, not turning to face her. "...Others likely won't be as forgiving as you... I may not be able to say anything before..." It trails off, not finishing its sentence.
He looks over to them, concerned for merely a moment as he stops playing before noticing that they are something different entirely. He walks over to them, sitting next to the desk silently, taking of her many hands and beginning to analyze the fingers, rubbing the back of her hand softly.
"A good friend learns ta fergive someone when they really are sorry, it's as easy as findin' the right group o' people. Sometimes that takes months 'er years, some people never find that group o' friends, but I'm sure ya will." She says, confident in them.
She looks over at him for a moment, immediately knowing that he saw what had changed. The ichor- the Dark Energy- had seeped into her very skin, as if her fingertips had been sitting in the stuff for several hours. "Don't worry, it won't spread." She says, trying to reassure him. "It doesn't hurt, either. It's just... it's not numb, but I can't really find a better word to describe it."
It takes in her response, being silent for a little while longer. "...How far can I be from you?.. I am a part of you, in a sense..." Amicus says. "...I want to find friends... but I don't want to stray too far... and hurt either of us..."
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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)
"Yep. I'm an aasimar vampire. How does that work? Uh... it does..."
"Like I said, you're special, more special than I." He takes off his helmet, revealing his silver eyes and hair, as well as his pointed ears.
She looks at his face calmly, before cracking her neck
He winces when they do, "That sounded... bad." His eyes fill with concern.
"Eh, don't worry" She adjusts her neck back into place "One of the few advantages I get as a vampire spawn happens to be the regeneration
He nods silently "I know some benefits from a similar cause. What brings you this deep into the woods, Cherry?" He asks curiously, giving them space to sit down.
"Looking around at what's in the woods" She sits down
She goes back inside the warehouse, sitting at her desk, still thinking of potential designs. He can notice that there is something different with her as well- not a big thing, just a slight change. The tips of her fingers are pitch black with a faintly reflective sheen, as if stained with ink. It has nothing to do with Old Blood, but it has the vague, barely-present energy of something distinctly... aberrant.
"...How do I... find friends?.." It asks, not turning to face her. "...Others likely won't be as forgiving as you... I may not be able to say anything before..." It trails off, not finishing its sentence.
He looks over to them, concerned for merely a moment as he stops playing before noticing that they are something different entirely. He walks over to them, sitting next to the desk silently, taking of her many hands and beginning to analyze the fingers, rubbing the back of her hand softly.
"A good friend learns ta fergive someone when they really are sorry, it's as easy as findin' the right group o' people. Sometimes that takes months 'er years, some people never find that group o' friends, but I'm sure ya will." She says, confident in them.
She looks over at him for a moment, immediately knowing that he saw what had changed. The ichor- the Dark Energy- had seeped into her very skin, as if her fingertips had been sitting in the stuff for several hours. "Don't worry, it won't spread." She says, trying to reassure him. "It doesn't hurt, either. It's just... it's not numb, but I can't really find a better word to describe it."
It takes in her response, being silent for a little while longer. "...How far can I be from you?.. I am a part of you, in a sense..." Amicus says. "...I want to find friends... but I don't want to stray too far... and hurt either of us..."
He doesn't respond for a long while, analyzing each little bit that it has effected her, but he doesn't seem as much worried anymore as he is just curious, eventually he pulls his eyes back up to her, "I trust you, dear, and if you say you are fine and it doesn't hurt, I believe you." He smiles at her softly, "I love you."
She thinks for a moment, smiling softly "Ya ain't gonna hurt nobody, trust me, I can free ya of me entirely an' you can go as far away as ya want if ya'd like. Or I could use some magic ta make it where ya can go anywhere in the town without me."
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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.'
She goes back inside the warehouse, sitting at her desk, still thinking of potential designs. He can notice that there is something different with her as well- not a big thing, just a slight change. The tips of her fingers are pitch black with a faintly reflective sheen, as if stained with ink. It has nothing to do with Old Blood, but it has the vague, barely-present energy of something distinctly... aberrant.
"...How do I... find friends?.." It asks, not turning to face her. "...Others likely won't be as forgiving as you... I may not be able to say anything before..." It trails off, not finishing its sentence.
He looks over to them, concerned for merely a moment as he stops playing before noticing that they are something different entirely. He walks over to them, sitting next to the desk silently, taking of her many hands and beginning to analyze the fingers, rubbing the back of her hand softly.
"A good friend learns ta fergive someone when they really are sorry, it's as easy as findin' the right group o' people. Sometimes that takes months 'er years, some people never find that group o' friends, but I'm sure ya will." She says, confident in them.
She looks over at him for a moment, immediately knowing that he saw what had changed. The ichor- the Dark Energy- had seeped into her very skin, as if her fingertips had been sitting in the stuff for several hours. "Don't worry, it won't spread." She says, trying to reassure him. "It doesn't hurt, either. It's just... it's not numb, but I can't really find a better word to describe it."
It takes in her response, being silent for a little while longer. "...How far can I be from you?.. I am a part of you, in a sense..." Amicus says. "...I want to find friends... but I don't want to stray too far... and hurt either of us..."
He doesn't respond for a long while, analyzing each little bit that it has effected her, but he doesn't seem as much worried anymore as he is just curious, eventually he pulls his eyes back up to her, "I trust you, dear, and if you say you are fine and it doesn't hurt, I believe you." He smiles at her softly, "I love you."
She thinks for a moment, smiling softly "Ya ain't gonna hurt nobody, trust me, I can free ya of me entirely an' you can go as far away as ya want if ya'd like. Or I could use some magic ta make it where ya can go anywhere in the town without me."
She smiles back at him. "I love you too." She responds, leaning over for a second to kiss him on the cheek, before returning to her design concepts. "I visited a place called The Beach. That's where this happened." She explains, gesturing to her hand. "I feel I'll find myself there again. Maybe after the wedding, we can go see it together."
"...That last option sounds nice..." It responds, drifting a bit closer to her. "...I don't want to be disconnected fully... not yet, at least..."
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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 smiles back at him. "I love you too." She responds, leaning over for a second to kiss him on the cheek, before returning to her design concepts. "I visited a place called The Beach. That's where this happened." She explains, gesturing to her hand. "I feel I'll find myself there again. Maybe after the wedding, we can go see it together."
"...That last option sounds nice..." It responds, drifting a bit closer to her. "...I don't want to be disconnected fully... not yet, at least..."
He takes the kiss on the cheek, leaning back in his chair and sighing as he looks down at his own hands, looking much more pale than they normally do, and yet feel healthier than ever before "Anywhere you would want to go, I would be overjoyed to follow, I trust in you more than anything the world could throw at us." He chuckles.
She nods, thinking about how shes going to do it, before leaning down and beginning to pick some flowers, "I can do that, it'll take me a lil, so please be patient."
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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.'
She looks over at him for a moment, immediately knowing that he saw what had changed. The ichor- the Dark Energy- had seeped into her very skin, as if her fingertips had been sitting in the stuff for several hours. "Don't worry, it won't spread." She says, trying to reassure him. "It doesn't hurt, either. It's just... it's not numb, but I can't really find a better word to describe it."
It takes in her response, being silent for a little while longer. "...How far can I be from you?.. I am a part of you, in a sense..." Amicus says. "...I want to find friends... but I don't want to stray too far... and hurt either of us..."
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)
"Looking around at what's in the woods" She sits down
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
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Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
"I promise Theren will tell ya the story when you aren't sick, or maybe even while you're resting, okay?"
She looks down to her arm, noticing before making them calm down, "Sorry."
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 pouts, crossing his arms.
"Dont apologize." he says, kissing her forehead
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Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He doesn't respond for a long while, analyzing each little bit that it has effected her, but he doesn't seem as much worried anymore as he is just curious, eventually he pulls his eyes back up to her, "I trust you, dear, and if you say you are fine and it doesn't hurt, I believe you." He smiles at her softly, "I love you."
She thinks for a moment, smiling softly "Ya ain't gonna hurt nobody, trust me, I can free ya of me entirely an' you can go as far away as ya want if ya'd like. Or I could use some magic ta make it where ya can go anywhere in the town without me."
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.)
"Well, it has been a most wonderful coincidence meeting you, a pleasure indeed."
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 smiles down at them, "Ya look adorable when yer angry like that."
She leans into it, putting her head on his chest, resting there.
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.)
*Good place to end?*
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
*If you want to, totally.*
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 ignores her.
"Ya sleepy still?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She pats their head, "I promise, I'll tell ya some really cool stories too."
"Well, we didn't sleep much last night, so I guess not." She says with a smirk before yawning.
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 continues to ignore her, taking a cookie that Phoenix gives him.
He blushes again, gently pushing her
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Drilin returns from his exploration of the tunnels, carrying a bunch of junk he'd salvaged
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She smiles back at him. "I love you too." She responds, leaning over for a second to kiss him on the cheek, before returning to her design concepts. "I visited a place called The Beach. That's where this happened." She explains, gesturing to her hand. "I feel I'll find myself there again. Maybe after the wedding, we can go see it together."
"...That last option sounds nice..." It responds, drifting a bit closer to her. "...I don't want to be disconnected fully... not yet, at least..."
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 sighs, getting up from next to them, going back to clean up the kitchen.
She rolls a bit away, looking back at them happily.
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 eats the cookie slowly, still pouting.
He sticks his tongue out and rolls away as well
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He takes the kiss on the cheek, leaning back in his chair and sighing as he looks down at his own hands, looking much more pale than they normally do, and yet feel healthier than ever before "Anywhere you would want to go, I would be overjoyed to follow, I trust in you more than anything the world could throw at us." He chuckles.
She nods, thinking about how shes going to do it, before leaning down and beginning to pick some flowers, "I can do that, it'll take me a lil, so please be patient."
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.)
*hey jester wanna continue rp?*
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She occasionally looks back at them, with Oliver's magic prowess they can sense Merabelle isn't healthy still.
She begins to bury herself in the sand, sculpting a mermaid half for herself.
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 frowns, staring at her.
"Interesting choice."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.