A truck full of NEO agents has arrived in town. Leading them is a fluffy animatronic bee, 7 feet tall and probably 5 feet wide with his tremendous artificial weight. He wears white pants and a similar longcoat and military captain's hat, all but the last a bit too small. He wears nothing beneath the unclosable coat, leaving his incredibly well-padded belly and fuzzy chest easily accessible for hugs. He would be utterly adorable if it weren't for the military gear. He moves slowly and gently with a warm smile, a massive contrast to the other Exorcists, who seem to be making extra effort to appear presentable and obedient.
Local Exocists bring in boxes of Artefacts. The mascot isn't especially interested, to the chagrin of his subordinates, who begin to count and weigh the objects. "Captain Amatarou, would you like to go hunting?" An exorcist in a strange helmet asks. "No thank you, Mr. Faust." Replies the Captain with a gentle, soft voice, opening a bag of candy. "I think we should just stand by for now. Could you ask around to see if anyone wants anything from the store?" Mr. Faust nods curtly and heads for the other men in their white boiler suits and medals.
Amatarou sighs and sits on the ground, his plush body squishing outward slightly. He looks out at the tavern and starts eating his gummy worms.
Amicus is a ways away, noticing the agents' arrival and- not knowing they could be dangerous to it- believing them to be new potential friends. The shadow drifts over towards them, though doesn't get too close, hoping not to scare any of them.
Several of them see it and draw various weapons before Amtarou holds up his hand. "Men..." His voice has a tone like a warning mother or teacher.
One of them groans quietly. "May we open fire, Captain?"
"Negative. We need a better understanding of this entity before we make any moves." He sighs, and the men Exorcists get back to work. The soft machine waves to the shadow. "I'm sorry about them. They're trained to protect, and that usually means acting first."
Upon seeing them draw their weapons, it hisses a bit and retreats into the shadow of a nearby building, not wanting to fight. A few seconds after seeing Amatarou wave to it, it timidly reemerges and waves back, but doesn't quite have the courage to respond fully 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)
Jason’s own voice is distinctly Australian and charismatic, and he smiles, “Of course, Frost has been having an absolutely lovely life. Hate to hear that, would you like a sandwich? I’m good at keeping them cold.”
Several of them see it and draw various weapons before Amtarou holds up his hand. "Men..." His voice has a tone like a warning mother or teacher.
One of them groans quietly. "May we open fire, Captain?"
"Negative. We need a better understanding of this entity before we make any moves." He sighs, and the men Exorcists get back to work. The soft machine waves to the shadow. "I'm sorry about them. They're trained to protect, and that usually means acting first."
Upon seeing them draw their weapons, it hisses a bit and retreats into the shadow of a nearby building, not wanting to fight. A few seconds after seeing Amatarou wave to it, it timidly reemerges and waves back, but doesn't quite have the courage to respond fully to him.
He thinks for a second, then lowers his hand to its shoulder level, holding it out with his fingers spread as if to show how empty it is. He whispers so that only Amicus can hear. "Hey. I'm not gonna hurt you. They aren't either. Not while I'm around."
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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.
She wraps two of her arms around him as well, a somewhat somber smile on her face. "Such is the way of things. I'm happy to be here now- especially here with you." She responds.
"Agreed- though, stars aren't exactly sapient in the sense that an animal is, so the hunts are usually rather easy. Unfortunately so- it'd be quite entertaining if the stars tried to fight back or flee, I'd say." It responds, laughing a bit to itself.
He smiles, “Dear, you flatter me.” He kisses them once again, pulling back a little later this time “Tomorrow we get married, we become something beyond, and what after that?”
“Such an interesting being you are, first mortal yet already existing with aspirations for the divine through the consumption of aspects celestial. Would you like a bite of my sandwich? Or are you full from all the stars you’ve eaten?” He asks half joking, chuckling to himself.
She thinks for a moment after their lips part. "...I don't know. Continue to happily exist as the best possible iterations of ourselves?" She muses.
"I appreciate the offer, but I can't- I lack the anatomy to consume anything aside from light." It responds, chuckling to itself as well.
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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)
Jason’s own voice is distinctly Australian and charismatic, and he smiles, “Of course, Frost has been having an absolutely lovely life. Hate to hear that, would you like a sandwich? I’m good at keeping them cold.”
"Quite a generous offer. I've been living off pixie stix for months, so I will gladly take you up on your offer." He smiles warmly, taking off his hat and sitting down, the chair creaking in terrified protest. "So, what's on your mind?"
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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.
She looks so very confused, “H-hurt who…?” Her begins to cry, muttering words as she clings to her things.
He opens his eyes, looking over to her, “Oh, do I? How long has it been?”
Based on the fact her plague doctor’s outfit and most of her mushroom based devices are gone, she’s likely working with those out in nature.
*Thought so*
"My one and only remaining blood-kin. My sister." Wintery blusters come off of him, a brumal version of steam. His claws dig in just enough to hurt
"Atleast 4 hours..." she sighs and sits nearby him
They head for the forest.
Her tears grow even more, her voice filling with concern as her mace falls out of her hands, “Someone… hurt Lotty?” She doesn’t know what else to say, though she knows the answer.
He puts up the bar on the bench press, “4 hours? And I haven’t been with you? I’m sorry, dear.” He sits up.
They hear the sound of explosions farther into the forest, before hearing silence, James can smell its Paracelsus, but the smell begins dimming for some reason.
He lets her go, slamming a fist through the wall. "It wasn't even you.."
"Not concerned about the lack of time with me, more the time you're spending pushing yourself.." she runs over and kisses him
They both look to each other, concerned, before dashing to the source of le kaboom.
She gasps for air after a moment, before collapsing into a pile of tears. Marie walks from behind Marionette, “Dear, I’ll find whoever did it.”
He kisses them back, smiling softly as he hugs them tightly, “I’ve got to stay strong somehow, you wouldn’t want me to get weak, right?”
Both of them find a crater that seems to be blooming with mushrooms, resting on a bed within, is Paracelsus, wearing her gear, mushrooms seemingly blooming from her too.
"No need... I know exactly who it was, and there is nothing to be done.. It was her."
"You're strong enough already, and I'm strong enough for the both of us!" she smirks and flexes her arms
Robin calls out to her, James pouncing on her lovingly.
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She wraps two of her arms around him as well, a somewhat somber smile on her face. "Such is the way of things. I'm happy to be here now- especially here with you." She responds.
"Agreed- though, stars aren't exactly sapient in the sense that an animal is, so the hunts are usually rather easy. Unfortunately so- it'd be quite entertaining if the stars tried to fight back or flee, I'd say." It responds, laughing a bit to itself.
He smiles, “Dear, you flatter me.” He kisses them once again, pulling back a little later this time “Tomorrow we get married, we become something beyond, and what after that?”
“Such an interesting being you are, first mortal yet already existing with aspirations for the divine through the consumption of aspects celestial. Would you like a bite of my sandwich? Or are you full from all the stars you’ve eaten?” He asks half joking, chuckling to himself.
She thinks for a moment after their lips part. "...I don't know. Continue to happily exist as the best possible iterations of ourselves?" She muses.
"I appreciate the offer, but I can't- I lack the anatomy to consume anything aside from light." It responds, chuckling to itself as well.
“That sounds absolutely wonderful, the best iterations of ourselves enjoying the company of each other.” He walks back to the warehouse to put his blades away.
“Aren’t gods able to shape shift?” He asks curiously, continuing to eat his own sandwich, humming to himself with each bite, crunching into the food happily.
Several of them see it and draw various weapons before Amtarou holds up his hand. "Men..." His voice has a tone like a warning mother or teacher.
One of them groans quietly. "May we open fire, Captain?"
"Negative. We need a better understanding of this entity before we make any moves." He sighs, and the men Exorcists get back to work. The soft machine waves to the shadow. "I'm sorry about them. They're trained to protect, and that usually means acting first."
Upon seeing them draw their weapons, it hisses a bit and retreats into the shadow of a nearby building, not wanting to fight. A few seconds after seeing Amatarou wave to it, it timidly reemerges and waves back, but doesn't quite have the courage to respond fully to him.
He thinks for a second, then lowers his hand to its shoulder level, holding it out with his fingers spread as if to show how empty it is. He whispers so that only Amicus can hear. "Hey. I'm not gonna hurt you. They aren't either. Not while I'm around."
The possessed shadow inches a bit closer, still visibly scared but somewhat more comforted by his reassurance. "...Thank you..." It responds.
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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)
A truck full of NEO agents has arrived in town. Leading them is a fluffy animatronic bee, 7 feet tall and probably 5 feet wide with his tremendous artificial weight. He wears white pants and a similar longcoat and military captain's hat, all but the last a bit too small. He wears nothing beneath the unclosable coat, leaving his incredibly well-padded belly and fuzzy chest easily accessible for hugs. He would be utterly adorable if it weren't for the military gear. He moves slowly and gently with a warm smile, a massive contrast to the other Exorcists, who seem to be making extra effort to appear presentable and obedient.
Local Exocists bring in boxes of Artefacts. The mascot isn't especially interested, to the chagrin of his subordinates, who begin to count and weigh the objects. "Captain Amatarou, would you like to go hunting?" An exorcist in a strange helmet asks. "No thank you, Mr. Faust." Replies the Captain with a gentle, soft voice, opening a bag of candy. "I think we should just stand by for now. Could you ask around to see if anyone wants anything from the store?" Mr. Faust nods curtly and heads for the other men in their white boiler suits and medals.
Amatarou sighs and sits on the ground, his plush body squishing outward slightly. He looks out at the tavern and starts eating his gummy worms.
A medium height raigaar with the body of a 20 year old who does not excercise enough to build muscle, but the eyes of a child, tugs on his coat.
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She looks so very confused, “H-hurt who…?” Her begins to cry, muttering words as she clings to her things.
He opens his eyes, looking over to her, “Oh, do I? How long has it been?”
Based on the fact her plague doctor’s outfit and most of her mushroom based devices are gone, she’s likely working with those out in nature.
*Thought so*
"My one and only remaining blood-kin. My sister." Wintery blusters come off of him, a brumal version of steam. His claws dig in just enough to hurt
"Atleast 4 hours..." she sighs and sits nearby him
They head for the forest.
Her tears grow even more, her voice filling with concern as her mace falls out of her hands, “Someone… hurt Lotty?” She doesn’t know what else to say, though she knows the answer.
He puts up the bar on the bench press, “4 hours? And I haven’t been with you? I’m sorry, dear.” He sits up.
They hear the sound of explosions farther into the forest, before hearing silence, James can smell its Paracelsus, but the smell begins dimming for some reason.
He lets her go, slamming a fist through the wall. "It wasn't even you.."
"Not concerned about the lack of time with me, more the time you're spending pushing yourself.." she runs over and kisses him
They both look to each other, concerned, before dashing to the source of le kaboom.
She gasps for air after a moment, before collapsing into a pile of tears. Marie walks from behind Marionette, “Dear, I’ll find whoever did it.”
He kisses them back, smiling softly as he hugs them tightly, “I’ve got to stay strong somehow, you wouldn’t want me to get weak, right?”
Both of them find a crater that seems to be blooming with mushrooms, resting on a bed within, is Paracelsus, wearing her gear, mushrooms seemingly blooming from her too.
"No need... I know exactly who it was, and there is nothing to be done.. It was her."
"You're strong enough already, and I'm strong enough for the both of us!" she smirks and flexes her arms
Robin calls out to her, James pouncing on her lovingly.
She stops for a moment, before lowering her head and walking out of the door, “We should leave Marionette to mourn.”
He smiles, feeling along their muscles, “Oh really~” He smirks a little before getting up, “I’ll go inside and rest if you want.”
She’s entirely unconscious, and cold to the touch, the mushrooms connected to her flesh.
He thinks for a second, then lowers his hand to its shoulder level, holding it out with his fingers spread as if to show how empty it is. He whispers so that only Amicus can hear. "Hey. I'm not gonna hurt you. They aren't either. Not while I'm around."
The possessed shadow inches a bit closer, still visibly scared but somewhat more comforted by his reassurance. "...Thank you..." It responds.
"You're welcome, dear." His murmurs are as sweet as honey and hypnotic as the lapping of waves. He points back at the Exorcists with his thumb. "If they scare you, we can go somewhere else. I want you to feel safe."
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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.
She looks so very confused, “H-hurt who…?” Her begins to cry, muttering words as she clings to her things.
He opens his eyes, looking over to her, “Oh, do I? How long has it been?”
Based on the fact her plague doctor’s outfit and most of her mushroom based devices are gone, she’s likely working with those out in nature.
*Thought so*
"My one and only remaining blood-kin. My sister." Wintery blusters come off of him, a brumal version of steam. His claws dig in just enough to hurt
"Atleast 4 hours..." she sighs and sits nearby him
They head for the forest.
Her tears grow even more, her voice filling with concern as her mace falls out of her hands, “Someone… hurt Lotty?” She doesn’t know what else to say, though she knows the answer.
He puts up the bar on the bench press, “4 hours? And I haven’t been with you? I’m sorry, dear.” He sits up.
They hear the sound of explosions farther into the forest, before hearing silence, James can smell its Paracelsus, but the smell begins dimming for some reason.
He lets her go, slamming a fist through the wall. "It wasn't even you.."
"Not concerned about the lack of time with me, more the time you're spending pushing yourself.." she runs over and kisses him
They both look to each other, concerned, before dashing to the source of le kaboom.
She gasps for air after a moment, before collapsing into a pile of tears. Marie walks from behind Marionette, “Dear, I’ll find whoever did it.”
He kisses them back, smiling softly as he hugs them tightly, “I’ve got to stay strong somehow, you wouldn’t want me to get weak, right?”
Both of them find a crater that seems to be blooming with mushrooms, resting on a bed within, is Paracelsus, wearing her gear, mushrooms seemingly blooming from her too.
"No need... I know exactly who it was, and there is nothing to be done.. It was her."
"You're strong enough already, and I'm strong enough for the both of us!" she smirks and flexes her arms
Robin calls out to her, James pouncing on her lovingly.
She stops for a moment, before lowering her head and walking out of the door, “We should leave Marionette to mourn.”
He smiles, feeling along their muscles, “Oh really~” He smirks a little before getting up, “I’ll go inside and rest if you want.”
She’s entirely unconscious, and cold to the touch, the mushrooms connected to her flesh.
"I'll arrange the funeral.. I never thought that.. she would do this.." he follows her and repairs the door.
"Yes, rest." she says sternly, following him.
Robin panics and checks for a pulse.
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A medium height raigaar with the body of a 20 year old who does not excercise enough to build muscle, but the eyes of a child, tugs on his coat.
He looks down at them. "Hello there," he says softly. "Would you like some candy?"
The boy (thats what he is, mentally) nods and tugs a bit at his shirt, cause that's a thing kids do in media for some reason.
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She begins walking back to their home, her expression cold as she tries not to cry again, taking Jax‘s hand.
He walks inside, sitting down in the recliner with a sigh.
She still is alive, if only barely, the mushrooms seeming to have a parasitic effect on her.
He squeezes, just barely. "For once in my life.. there is nobody to take revenge on.." he silently cries.
She climbs up into his lap, smol
Robin tries to take one of them off.
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He looks down at them. "Hello there," he says softly. "Would you like some candy?"
The boy (thats what he is, mentally) nods and tugs a bit at his shirt, cause that's a thing kids do in media for some reason.
*No shirt here, just the coat*
He pats the lionoid's head, his fat paws nearly enveloping the young "man's" skull. He lifts up the bag of gummy worms. "Hold out your hands," he instructs.
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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.
He looks down at them. "Hello there," he says softly. "Would you like some candy?"
The boy (thats what he is, mentally) nods and tugs a bit at his shirt, cause that's a thing kids do in media for some reason.
*No shirt here, just the coat*
He pats the lionoid's head, his fat paws nearly enveloping the young "man's" skull. He lifts up the bag of gummy worms. "Hold out your hands," he instructs.
*his own shirt :3*
His ears flickers and he chirps from the paw, his hidden mature instincts taking a slight front seat. he smiles and holds out his paws together below the bag they're holding.
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She wraps two of her arms around him as well, a somewhat somber smile on her face. "Such is the way of things. I'm happy to be here now- especially here with you." She responds.
"Agreed- though, stars aren't exactly sapient in the sense that an animal is, so the hunts are usually rather easy. Unfortunately so- it'd be quite entertaining if the stars tried to fight back or flee, I'd say." It responds, laughing a bit to itself.
He smiles, “Dear, you flatter me.” He kisses them once again, pulling back a little later this time “Tomorrow we get married, we become something beyond, and what after that?”
“Such an interesting being you are, first mortal yet already existing with aspirations for the divine through the consumption of aspects celestial. Would you like a bite of my sandwich? Or are you full from all the stars you’ve eaten?” He asks half joking, chuckling to himself.
She thinks for a moment after their lips part. "...I don't know. Continue to happily exist as the best possible iterations of ourselves?" She muses.
"I appreciate the offer, but I can't- I lack the anatomy to consume anything aside from light." It responds, chuckling to itself as well.
“That sounds absolutely wonderful, the best iterations of ourselves enjoying the company of each other.” He walks back to the warehouse to put his blades away.
“Aren’t gods able to shape shift?” He asks curiously, continuing to eat his own sandwich, humming to himself with each bite, crunching into the food happily.
"I agree. I can't think of anything better." She walks back alongside him.
"To an extent, yes- at least, as far as I know. Though, I haven't quite gotten to that yet."
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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 thinks for a second, then lowers his hand to its shoulder level, holding it out with his fingers spread as if to show how empty it is. He whispers so that only Amicus can hear. "Hey. I'm not gonna hurt you. They aren't either. Not while I'm around."
The possessed shadow inches a bit closer, still visibly scared but somewhat more comforted by his reassurance. "...Thank you..." It responds.
"You're welcome, dear." His murmurs are as sweet as honey and hypnotic as the lapping of waves. He points back at the Exorcists with his thumb. "If they scare you, we can go somewhere else. I want you to feel safe."
"...Okay... I would like that..." Amicus responds, looking back at the Exorcists as well and shuddering slightly.
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"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
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Upon seeing them draw their weapons, it hisses a bit and retreats into the shadow of a nearby building, not wanting to fight. A few seconds after seeing Amatarou wave to it, it timidly reemerges and waves back, but doesn't quite have the courage to respond fully 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)
*Cut for Baalze.*
Jason’s own voice is distinctly Australian and charismatic, and he smiles, “Of course, Frost has been having an absolutely lovely life. Hate to hear that, would you like a sandwich? I’m good at keeping them cold.”
He thinks for a second, then lowers his hand to its shoulder level, holding it out with his fingers spread as if to show how empty it is. He whispers so that only Amicus can hear. "Hey. I'm not gonna hurt you. They aren't either. Not while I'm around."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
She thinks for a moment after their lips part. "...I don't know. Continue to happily exist as the best possible iterations of ourselves?" She muses.
"I appreciate the offer, but I can't- I lack the anatomy to consume anything aside from light." It responds, chuckling to itself as well.
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)
"Quite a generous offer. I've been living off pixie stix for months, so I will gladly take you up on your offer." He smiles warmly, taking off his hat and sitting down, the chair creaking in terrified protest. "So, what's on your mind?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"No need... I know exactly who it was, and there is nothing to be done.. It was her."
"You're strong enough already, and I'm strong enough for the both of us!" she smirks and flexes her arms
Robin calls out to her, James pouncing on her lovingly.
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“That sounds absolutely wonderful, the best iterations of ourselves enjoying the company of each other.” He walks back to the warehouse to put his blades away.
“Aren’t gods able to shape shift?” He asks curiously, continuing to eat his own sandwich, humming to himself with each bite, crunching into the food happily.
The possessed shadow inches a bit closer, still visibly scared but somewhat more comforted by his reassurance. "...Thank you..." It responds.
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)
A truck full of NEO agents has arrived in town. Leading them is a fluffy animatronic bee, 7 feet tall and probably 5 feet wide with his tremendous artificial weight. He wears white pants and a similar longcoat and military captain's hat, all but the last a bit too small. He wears nothing beneath the unclosable coat, leaving his incredibly well-padded belly and fuzzy chest easily accessible for hugs. He would be utterly adorable if it weren't for the military gear. He moves slowly and gently with a warm smile, a massive contrast to the other Exorcists, who seem to be making extra effort to appear presentable and obedient.
Local Exocists bring in boxes of Artefacts. The mascot isn't especially interested, to the chagrin of his subordinates, who begin to count and weigh the objects. "Captain Amatarou, would you like to go hunting?" An exorcist in a strange helmet asks. "No thank you, Mr. Faust." Replies the Captain with a gentle, soft voice, opening a bag of candy. "I think we should just stand by for now. Could you ask around to see if anyone wants anything from the store?" Mr. Faust nods curtly and heads for the other men in their white boiler suits and medals.
Amatarou sighs and sits on the ground, his plush body squishing outward slightly. He looks out at the tavern and starts eating his gummy worms.
A medium height raigaar with the body of a 20 year old who does not excercise enough to build muscle, but the eyes of a child, tugs on his coat.
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>Attemp <EXTENDED SIG>? Jester Day 5/1... We'll miss you
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S♡J
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She stops for a moment, before lowering her head and walking out of the door, “We should leave Marionette to mourn.”
He smiles, feeling along their muscles, “Oh really~” He smirks a little before getting up, “I’ll go inside and rest if you want.”
She’s entirely unconscious, and cold to the touch, the mushrooms connected to her flesh.
"You're welcome, dear." His murmurs are as sweet as honey and hypnotic as the lapping of waves. He points back at the Exorcists with his thumb. "If they scare you, we can go somewhere else. I want you to feel safe."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"I'll arrange the funeral.. I never thought that.. she would do this.." he follows her and repairs the door.
"Yes, rest." she says sternly, following him.
Robin panics and checks for a pulse.
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>Attemp <EXTENDED SIG>? Jester Day 5/1... We'll miss you
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S♡J
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He looks down at them. "Hello there," he says softly. "Would you like some candy?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The boy (thats what he is, mentally) nods and tugs a bit at his shirt, cause that's a thing kids do in media for some reason.
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My Threads: Anytown, USA and Sanctuary [Links]
S♡J
2-13-25
*Cut for Salem.*
She begins walking back to their home, her expression cold as she tries not to cry again, taking Jax‘s hand.
He walks inside, sitting down in the recliner with a sigh.
She still is alive, if only barely, the mushrooms seeming to have a parasitic effect on her.
He squeezes, just barely. "For once in my life.. there is nobody to take revenge on.." he silently cries.
She climbs up into his lap, smol
Robin tries to take one of them off.
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>Attemp <EXTENDED SIG>? Jester Day 5/1... We'll miss you
YES NO I'm on more than Gonzalo and Bananer, trust B)
My Threads: Anytown, USA and Sanctuary [Links]
S♡J
2-13-25
*No shirt here, just the coat*
He pats the lionoid's head, his fat paws nearly enveloping the young "man's" skull. He lifts up the bag of gummy worms. "Hold out your hands," he instructs.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*his own shirt :3*
His ears flickers and he chirps from the paw, his hidden mature instincts taking a slight front seat. he smiles and holds out his paws together below the bag they're holding.
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S♡J
2-13-25
"I agree. I can't think of anything better." She walks back alongside him.
"To an extent, yes- at least, as far as I know. Though, I haven't quite gotten to that yet."
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)
"...Okay... I would like that..." Amicus responds, looking back at the Exorcists as well and shuddering slightly.
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)