*[descends from cieling] Goooooooood morning, everyone!*
*Hey Yvonne, good to see you again.*
*Good to see you as well, friend! How art thou today, and would thou like to rp?*
*I would love to rp, though I'm not doing immensely great.*
*Sorry you're not doing too great- hope you feel better soon.*
The Architect is in the Faceless Fair, making some renovations to the place. She has big plans for this place- it's going to be bigger, better, and more horrifying than ever before.
Omori is trying to practice her magic, but something is distracting her. Something about today just feels... off.
Henry appears alongside his spouse, first as a puddle of inky darkness, before his skeleton slowly comes out and the inky mass comes back together. He holds a bouquet of flowers, and is smiling.
Meanwhile, Merabelle is silently trying not to die as she connects to the forest, waves of her magic going through it as she attempts to reinforce herself, the plant life around her dying like it once did when the Seer was resurrected.
*Sorry you're not doing too great- hope you feel better soon.*
The Architect is in the Faceless Fair, making some renovations to the place. She has big plans for this place- it's going to be bigger, better, and more horrifying than ever before.
Omori is trying to practice her magic, but something is distracting her. Something about today just feels... off.
Henry appears alongside his spouse, first as a puddle of inky darkness, before his skeleton slowly comes out and the inky mass comes back together.
Meanwhile, Merabelle is silently trying not to die as she connects to the forest, waves of her magic going through it as she attempts to reinforce herself, the plant life around her dying like it once did when the Seer was resurrected.
She looks over at him once he appears, 'smiling' with her mask. "Hello, love." She says happily, currently sculpting more archways meant to lead to new parts of the Fair, molding the nightmare matter of this place with her claws.
She sees the withering life around them, growing even more concerned than she already was. "Mom, you're scaring me... what's going on?... And don't tell me not to worry about it- I can see it's hurting you."
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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)
*Sorry you're not doing too great- hope you feel better soon.*
The Architect is in the Faceless Fair, making some renovations to the place. She has big plans for this place- it's going to be bigger, better, and more horrifying than ever before.
Omori is trying to practice her magic, but something is distracting her. Something about today just feels... off.
Henry appears alongside his spouse, first as a puddle of inky darkness, before his skeleton slowly comes out and the inky mass comes back together.
Meanwhile, Merabelle is silently trying not to die as she connects to the forest, waves of her magic going through it as she attempts to reinforce herself, the plant life around her dying like it once did when the Seer was resurrected.
She looks over at him once he appears, 'smiling' with her mask. "Hello, love." She says happily, currently sculpting more archways meant to lead to new parts of the Fair, molding the nightmare matter of this place with her claws.
She sees the withering life around them, growing even more concerned than she already was. "Mom, you're scaring me... what's going on?... And don't tell me not to worry about it- I can see it's hurting you."
He holds out the flowers to them as his body becomes more solid, though not fully just yet, "Hello, my dear, looking beautiful today." He smiles brightly, hugging them tightly.
She sighs and opens her eyes, looking at them for a moment, "Dear, I'm just a lil bit sick. I promise ya I'm gonna heal, it'll just take me some time." She tries to cover up the veins on her arms to stop them from worrying more.
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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 you're not doing too great- hope you feel better soon.*
The Architect is in the Faceless Fair, making some renovations to the place. She has big plans for this place- it's going to be bigger, better, and more horrifying than ever before.
Omori is trying to practice her magic, but something is distracting her. Something about today just feels... off.
Henry appears alongside his spouse, first as a puddle of inky darkness, before his skeleton slowly comes out and the inky mass comes back together.
Meanwhile, Merabelle is silently trying not to die as she connects to the forest, waves of her magic going through it as she attempts to reinforce herself, the plant life around her dying like it once did when the Seer was resurrected.
She looks over at him once he appears, 'smiling' with her mask. "Hello, love." She says happily, currently sculpting more archways meant to lead to new parts of the Fair, molding the nightmare matter of this place with her claws.
She sees the withering life around them, growing even more concerned than she already was. "Mom, you're scaring me... what's going on?... And don't tell me not to worry about it- I can see it's hurting you."
He holds out the flowers to them as his body becomes more solid, though not fully just yet, "Hello, my dear, looking beautiful today." He smiles brightly, hugging them tightly.
She sighs and opens her eyes, looking at them for a moment, "Dear, I'm just a lil bit sick. I promise ya I'm gonna heal, it'll just take me some time." She tries to cover up the veins on her arms to stop them from worrying more.
"Why, thank you! You look lovely as well." She responds, delicately taking the bouquet with one clawed hand before the Nightmare Lord hugs him back with far too many arms, her mask showing a heart again.
She notices her trying to cover up the veins, only seeming more worried. "It's been getting worse each day... Have you tried talking to someone else to see if they could help? Maybe Stroth or KK o- or someone can help..."
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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)
"Why, thank you! You look lovely as well." She responds, delicately taking the bouquet with one clawed hand before the Nightmare Lord hugs him back with far too many arms, her mask showing a heart again.
She notices her trying to cover up the veins, only seeming more worried. "It's been getting worse each day... Have you tried talking to someone else to see if they could help? Maybe Stroth or KK o- or someone can help..."
After a moment of the hug he pulls back, seeming to understand his new form more and more by the day, able to maintain a singular form for a while without bubbling "What are you working on? If I may ask."
She gulps, closing her eyes for a moment before looking back at them, "Sweetheart, I promise I'll talk ta somebody, I ain't gonna let myself lose all my lil ones cause I was too prideful ta ask fer help. Fer now though, I'll be okay, promise."
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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.'
"Why, thank you! You look lovely as well." She responds, delicately taking the bouquet with one clawed hand before the Nightmare Lord hugs him back with far too many arms, her mask showing a heart again.
She notices her trying to cover up the veins, only seeming more worried. "It's been getting worse each day... Have you tried talking to someone else to see if they could help? Maybe Stroth or KK o- or someone can help..."
After a moment of the hug he pulls back, seeming to understand his new form more and more by the day, able to maintain a singular form for a while without bubbling "What are you working on? If I may ask."
She gulps, closing her eyes for a moment before looking back at them, "Sweetheart, I promise I'll talk ta somebody, I ain't gonna let myself lose all my lil ones cause I was too prideful ta ask fer help. Fer now though, I'll be okay, promise."
"It's my next big plan for the Fair- seven new big districts, each one themed after a different common fear. Fear of death, fear of the dark, fear of failure, and so on and so forth. I figured the Fair would have an easier time truly scaring people if it built on preexisting fears." She explains with an unnerving amount of eagerness.
"Good. I just... I'm just worried about you. About all of this." She explains, holding back tears. "I don't want anything bad to happen to us- especially after everything we've done to stop that from happening."
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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)
"Why, thank you! You look lovely as well." She responds, delicately taking the bouquet with one clawed hand before the Nightmare Lord hugs him back with far too many arms, her mask showing a heart again.
She notices her trying to cover up the veins, only seeming more worried. "It's been getting worse each day... Have you tried talking to someone else to see if they could help? Maybe Stroth or KK o- or someone can help..."
After a moment of the hug he pulls back, seeming to understand his new form more and more by the day, able to maintain a singular form for a while without bubbling "What are you working on? If I may ask."
She gulps, closing her eyes for a moment before looking back at them, "Sweetheart, I promise I'll talk ta somebody, I ain't gonna let myself lose all my lil ones cause I was too prideful ta ask fer help. Fer now though, I'll be okay, promise."
"It's my next big plan for the Fair- seven new big districts, each one themed after a different common fear. Fear of death, fear of the dark, fear of failure, and so on and so forth. I figured the Fair would have an easier time truly scaring people if it built on preexisting fears." She explains with an unnerving amount of eagerness.
"Good. I just... I'm just worried about you. About all of this." She explains, holding back tears. "I don't want anything bad to happen to us- especially after everything we've done to stop that from happening."
His eyes widen with interest and joy at his wife's passion, clasping his hands together with joy in what remains of his eyes, "How beautiful, I am so very happy for all the progress this place has made, and the same for you."
She brings them into a warm embrace, providing soothing words to them and rubbing their back and head, looking at the flower in their hair, "It's okay, sweetheart, it'll be okay, I ain't gonna lose everythin' I fought so hard fer."
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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.'
"Why, thank you! You look lovely as well." She responds, delicately taking the bouquet with one clawed hand before the Nightmare Lord hugs him back with far too many arms, her mask showing a heart again.
She notices her trying to cover up the veins, only seeming more worried. "It's been getting worse each day... Have you tried talking to someone else to see if they could help? Maybe Stroth or KK o- or someone can help..."
After a moment of the hug he pulls back, seeming to understand his new form more and more by the day, able to maintain a singular form for a while without bubbling "What are you working on? If I may ask."
She gulps, closing her eyes for a moment before looking back at them, "Sweetheart, I promise I'll talk ta somebody, I ain't gonna let myself lose all my lil ones cause I was too prideful ta ask fer help. Fer now though, I'll be okay, promise."
"It's my next big plan for the Fair- seven new big districts, each one themed after a different common fear. Fear of death, fear of the dark, fear of failure, and so on and so forth. I figured the Fair would have an easier time truly scaring people if it built on preexisting fears." She explains with an unnerving amount of eagerness.
"Good. I just... I'm just worried about you. About all of this." She explains, holding back tears. "I don't want anything bad to happen to us- especially after everything we've done to stop that from happening."
His eyes widen with interest and joy at his wife's passion, clasping his hands together with joy in what remains of his eyes, "How beautiful, I am so very happy for all the progress this place has made, and the same for you."
She brings them into a warm embrace, providing soothing words to them and rubbing their back and head, looking at the flower in their hair, "It's okay, sweetheart, it'll be okay, I ain't gonna lose everythin' I fought so hard fer."
"And that's only the first step of my plan!" She continues, with a similar joy at his interest. "I'm going to make new constructs to populate each district as well- ones specialized for their respective environments- and make a layer underneath the Fair where all the constructs can live happily when they're not scaring the park-goers. But eventually, the final step..." She leans in close, her mask shifting to show an unnaturally wide grin full of sharp teeth. "I'm going to bring this place- the entire Faceless Fair- to the Material Plane."
"I won't let that happen either- I'll help however I can." She responds, leaning into the embrace, smiling softly.
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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)
"And that's only the first step of my plan!" She continues, with a similar joy at his interest. "I'm going to make new constructs to populate each district as well- ones specialized for their respective environments- and make a layer underneath the Fair where all the constructs can live happily when they're not scaring the park-goers. But eventually, the final step..." She leans in close, her mask shifting to show an unnaturally wide grin full of sharp teeth. "I'm going to bring this place- the entire Faceless Fair- to the Material Plane."
"I won't let that happen either- I'll help however I can." She responds, leaning into the embrace, smiling softly.
He listens intently, he doesn't seem to understand most of it, as it isn't his area of expertise, but that doesn't stop him from happily listening to his wife talk about what she enjoys doing, and what she plans to do.
She smiles back at them, "Can ya go get KK fer me, I wanna try an' get some more o' this darkness outta me, so I can leave just yet. She's... changed a lil, so don't be scared, it's the same KK inside."
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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.'
"And that's only the first step of my plan!" She continues, with a similar joy at his interest. "I'm going to make new constructs to populate each district as well- ones specialized for their respective environments- and make a layer underneath the Fair where all the constructs can live happily when they're not scaring the park-goers. But eventually, the final step..." She leans in close, her mask shifting to show an unnaturally wide grin full of sharp teeth. "I'm going to bring this place- the entire Faceless Fair- to the Material Plane."
"I won't let that happen either- I'll help however I can." She responds, leaning into the embrace, smiling softly.
He listens intently, he doesn't seem to understand most of it, as it isn't his area of expertise, but that doesn't stop him from happily listening to his wife talk about what she enjoys doing, and what she plans to do.
She smiles back at them, "Can ya go get KK fer me, I wanna try an' get some more o' this darkness outta me, so I can leave just yet. She's... changed a lil, so don't be scared, it's the same KK inside."
"Oh, it's going to be glorious... though that's a long way from now." She says, silent for a second as she thinks of her grand plan. "But for now, I'm going to take a break. Maybe paint something. Love you, dear." She leans down, her mask showing a heart again, and gently nudges the side of his face with her mask- the closest thing to a kiss she can do now that she has no mouth. Then, she skitters down the path on her myriad arms and out of sight, heading back to the warehouse.
"Okay, I will. I'll be back soon, promise." She responds, before vanishing into the shadow of a tree, slinking through the darkness at a rapid pace to try and find KK.
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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)
"And that's only the first step of my plan!" She continues, with a similar joy at his interest. "I'm going to make new constructs to populate each district as well- ones specialized for their respective environments- and make a layer underneath the Fair where all the constructs can live happily when they're not scaring the park-goers. But eventually, the final step..." She leans in close, her mask shifting to show an unnaturally wide grin full of sharp teeth. "I'm going to bring this place- the entire Faceless Fair- to the Material Plane."
"I won't let that happen either- I'll help however I can." She responds, leaning into the embrace, smiling softly.
He listens intently, he doesn't seem to understand most of it, as it isn't his area of expertise, but that doesn't stop him from happily listening to his wife talk about what she enjoys doing, and what she plans to do.
She smiles back at them, "Can ya go get KK fer me, I wanna try an' get some more o' this darkness outta me, so I can leave just yet. She's... changed a lil, so don't be scared, it's the same KK inside."
"Oh, it's going to be glorious... though that's a long way from now." She says, silent for a second as she thinks of her grand plan. "But for now, I'm going to take a break. Maybe paint something. Love you, dear." She leans down, her mask showing a heart again, and gently nudges the side of his face with her mask- the closest thing to a kiss she can do now that she has no mouth. Then, she skitters down the path on her myriad arms and out of sight, heading back to the warehouse.
"Okay, I will. I'll be back soon, promise." She responds, before vanishing into the shadow of a tree, slinking through the darkness at a rapid pace to try and find KK.
He kisses them back as much as he can without lips, his teeth clicking against the mask softly before letting them go, deciding to go for a walk throughout the fair, after all, he's married to the queen of the place, why not look through it all.
Merabelle continues trying to expel the darkness into the ground around her, getting ever slightly healthier with each bit she's able to push out, though it isn't much.
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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.'
"And that's only the first step of my plan!" She continues, with a similar joy at his interest. "I'm going to make new constructs to populate each district as well- ones specialized for their respective environments- and make a layer underneath the Fair where all the constructs can live happily when they're not scaring the park-goers. But eventually, the final step..." She leans in close, her mask shifting to show an unnaturally wide grin full of sharp teeth. "I'm going to bring this place- the entire Faceless Fair- to the Material Plane."
"I won't let that happen either- I'll help however I can." She responds, leaning into the embrace, smiling softly.
He listens intently, he doesn't seem to understand most of it, as it isn't his area of expertise, but that doesn't stop him from happily listening to his wife talk about what she enjoys doing, and what she plans to do.
She smiles back at them, "Can ya go get KK fer me, I wanna try an' get some more o' this darkness outta me, so I can leave just yet. She's... changed a lil, so don't be scared, it's the same KK inside."
"Oh, it's going to be glorious... though that's a long way from now." She says, silent for a second as she thinks of her grand plan. "But for now, I'm going to take a break. Maybe paint something. Love you, dear." She leans down, her mask showing a heart again, and gently nudges the side of his face with her mask- the closest thing to a kiss she can do now that she has no mouth. Then, she skitters down the path on her myriad arms and out of sight, heading back to the warehouse.
"Okay, I will. I'll be back soon, promise." She responds, before vanishing into the shadow of a tree, slinking through the darkness at a rapid pace to try and find KK.
He kisses them back as much as he can without lips, his teeth clicking against the mask softly before letting them go, deciding to go for a walk throughout the fair, after all, he's married to the queen of the place, why not look through it all.
Merabelle continues trying to expel the darkness into the ground around her, getting ever slightly healthier with each bit she's able to push out, though it isn't much.
(Good place to end? If so, would you like another character?)
A few minutes later, Omori comes back along with the skittering horror that is- er, was- KK. The Architect folds back up into her humanoid form as she walks over to beside Merabelle, her mask's expression blank and yet visibly worried. "Omori told me what's going on on the way here. How can I help?"
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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)
(Good place to end? If so, would you like another character?)
A few minutes later, Omori comes back along with the skittering horror that is- er, was- KK. The Architect folds back up into her humanoid form as she walks over to beside Merabelle, her mask's expression blank and yet visibly worried. "Omori told me what's going on on the way here. How can I help?"
*Yep, of course I do.*
Merabelle has been able to improve her health by a little bit, not too much, but enough to make them a little less concerned about her, "Hey KK, I ain't know much o' what ta do, but this darkness in me ain't been treatin' me too kindly, as with all the sickness ya can sense in 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.'
(Good place to end? If so, would you like another character?)
A few minutes later, Omori comes back along with the skittering horror that is- er, was- KK. The Architect folds back up into her humanoid form as she walks over to beside Merabelle, her mask's expression blank and yet visibly worried. "Omori told me what's going on on the way here. How can I help?"
*Yep, of course I do.*
Merabelle has been able to improve her health by a little bit, not too much, but enough to make them a little less concerned about her, "Hey KK, I ain't know much o' what ta do, but this darkness in me ain't been treatin' me too kindly, as with all the sickness ya can sense in me."
*Alrighty- here ya go!*
Helianth is in the middle of a scorched field, using Rend's Cleaver to callously chop up the corpse of the lesser star god it just killed. Its roots move to collect the ichor that spills from the body.
"Got it- I'll see what I can do." She crouches down beside Merabelle, placing a hand on her shoulder, attempting to draw out the lingering darkness into herself. Omori isn't sure how else to help, and stands nearby.
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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)
(Good place to end? If so, would you like another character?)
A few minutes later, Omori comes back along with the skittering horror that is- er, was- KK. The Architect folds back up into her humanoid form as she walks over to beside Merabelle, her mask's expression blank and yet visibly worried. "Omori told me what's going on on the way here. How can I help?"
*Yep, of course I do.*
Merabelle has been able to improve her health by a little bit, not too much, but enough to make them a little less concerned about her, "Hey KK, I ain't know much o' what ta do, but this darkness in me ain't been treatin' me too kindly, as with all the sickness ya can sense in me."
*Alrighty- here ya go!*
Helianth is in the middle of a scorched field, using Rend's Cleaver to callously chop up the corpse of the lesser star god it just killed. Its roots move to collect the ichor that spills from the body.
"Got it- I'll see what I can do." She crouches down beside Merabelle, placing a hand on her shoulder, attempting to draw out the lingering darkness into herself. Omori isn't sure how else to help, and stands nearby.
Tim comes to visit them, he's drenched in blood, and has a distant look. He sits down on the ground next to him, clasping his book.
The burning feeling Amicus felt fills KK's arm, though the darkness is just as effective as it was on her, considering what KK has done to herself. Merabelle tries to support them as much as she can, though she cant really help either.
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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.'
(Good place to end? If so, would you like another character?)
A few minutes later, Omori comes back along with the skittering horror that is- er, was- KK. The Architect folds back up into her humanoid form as she walks over to beside Merabelle, her mask's expression blank and yet visibly worried. "Omori told me what's going on on the way here. How can I help?"
*Yep, of course I do.*
Merabelle has been able to improve her health by a little bit, not too much, but enough to make them a little less concerned about her, "Hey KK, I ain't know much o' what ta do, but this darkness in me ain't been treatin' me too kindly, as with all the sickness ya can sense in me."
*Alrighty- here ya go!*
Helianth is in the middle of a scorched field, using Rend's Cleaver to callously chop up the corpse of the lesser star god it just killed. Its roots move to collect the ichor that spills from the body.
"Got it- I'll see what I can do." She crouches down beside Merabelle, placing a hand on her shoulder, attempting to draw out the lingering darkness into herself. Omori isn't sure how else to help, and stands nearby.
Tim comes to visit them, he's drenched in blood, and has a distant look. He sits down on the ground next to him, clasping his book.
The burning feeling Amicus felt fills KK's arm, though the darkness is just as effective as it was on her, considering what KK has done to herself. Merabelle tries to support them as much as she can, though she cant really help either.
The crooked flower- the original, not one of its avatars- looks over at Tim as he approaches. "What happened?" It asks without a hint of concern in its voice, the cleaver cutting off the dead god's arm.
The Architect continues to try and remove the magical malady, resisting the pain but still clearly pained from it, her mask shuddering and shifting between different expressions seemingly at random.
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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)
The crooked flower- the original, not one of its avatars- looks over at Tim as he approaches. "What happened?" It asks without a hint of concern in its voice, the cleaver cutting off the dead god's arm.
The Architect continues to try and remove the magical malady, resisting the pain but still clearly pained from it, her mask shuddering and shifting between different expressions seemingly at random.
He seems to be holding back tears, clinging to his book, he cant seem to speak much, uttering a few words "Tony... Tiffany... they..." He closes his eyes, holding his head.
After a while, and it feels like an eternity later, a large amount of the darkness has been extracted, or at least enough to still be healthy, and help Merabelle a huge amount. She sighs, feeling her blood turn to normal.
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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.'
The crooked flower- the original, not one of its avatars- looks over at Tim as he approaches. "What happened?" It asks without a hint of concern in its voice, the cleaver cutting off the dead god's arm.
The Architect continues to try and remove the magical malady, resisting the pain but still clearly pained from it, her mask shuddering and shifting between different expressions seemingly at random.
He seems to be holding back tears, clinging to his book, he cant seem to speak much, uttering a few words "Tony... Tiffany... they..." He closes his eyes, holding his head.
After a while, and it feels like an eternity later, a large amount of the darkness has been extracted, or at least enough to still be healthy, and help Merabelle a huge amount. She sighs, feeling her blood turn to normal.
The sunflower falls silent again, leaving its cleaver in the carcass as it places a hand on his shoulder, trying to seem comforting.
The Architect pulls her hand back, having drained a decent bit of the darkness, the shadowy flesh(?) under her chitin plating bubbling and hissing. "...There, that should help a bit. At the very least, it'll give more time to find a permanent solution."
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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)
The crooked flower- the original, not one of its avatars- looks over at Tim as he approaches. "What happened?" It asks without a hint of concern in its voice, the cleaver cutting off the dead god's arm.
The Architect continues to try and remove the magical malady, resisting the pain but still clearly pained from it, her mask shuddering and shifting between different expressions seemingly at random.
He seems to be holding back tears, clinging to his book, he cant seem to speak much, uttering a few words "Tony... Tiffany... they..." He closes his eyes, holding his head.
After a while, and it feels like an eternity later, a large amount of the darkness has been extracted, or at least enough to still be healthy, and help Merabelle a huge amount. She sighs, feeling her blood turn to normal.
The sunflower falls silent again, leaving its cleaver in the carcass as it places a hand on his shoulder, trying to seem comforting.
The Architect pulls her hand back, having drained a decent bit of the darkness, the shadowy flesh(?) under her chitin plating bubbling and hissing. "...There, that should help a bit. At the very least, it'll give more time to find a permanent solution."
He begins to full on cry, and with it, waves off magical power begin to go our in all directions, his magical tattoos glowing and humming with power as he releases out his emotions in an unending wave of tears.
Merabelle stands up, holding herself and breathing deep, "Thank ya, KK. I'll find that permanent solution, thank ya." She walks over and gives them a tight hug, her strength already returning.
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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.'
The crooked flower- the original, not one of its avatars- looks over at Tim as he approaches. "What happened?" It asks without a hint of concern in its voice, the cleaver cutting off the dead god's arm.
The Architect continues to try and remove the magical malady, resisting the pain but still clearly pained from it, her mask shuddering and shifting between different expressions seemingly at random.
He seems to be holding back tears, clinging to his book, he cant seem to speak much, uttering a few words "Tony... Tiffany... they..." He closes his eyes, holding his head.
After a while, and it feels like an eternity later, a large amount of the darkness has been extracted, or at least enough to still be healthy, and help Merabelle a huge amount. She sighs, feeling her blood turn to normal.
The sunflower falls silent again, leaving its cleaver in the carcass as it places a hand on his shoulder, trying to seem comforting.
The Architect pulls her hand back, having drained a decent bit of the darkness, the shadowy flesh(?) under her chitin plating bubbling and hissing. "...There, that should help a bit. At the very least, it'll give more time to find a permanent solution."
He begins to full on cry, and with it, waves off magical power begin to go our in all directions, his magical tattoos glowing and humming with power as he releases out his emotions in an unending wave of tears.
Merabelle stands up, holding herself and breathing deep, "Thank ya, KK. I'll find that permanent solution, thank ya." She walks over and gives them a tight hug, her strength already returning.
It remains silent, just trying to comfort the crying child, now having fully taken its attention off of the dead god.
"No problem- happy to help a friend." She hugs her back with her far-too-many arms. Omori seems equally relieved that she's feeling better.
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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)
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Henry appears alongside his spouse, first as a puddle of inky darkness, before his skeleton slowly comes out and the inky mass comes back together. He holds a bouquet of flowers, and is smiling.
Meanwhile, Merabelle is silently trying not to die as she connects to the forest, waves of her magic going through it as she attempts to reinforce herself, the plant life around her dying like it once did when the Seer was resurrected.
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 looks over at him once he appears, 'smiling' with her mask. "Hello, love." She says happily, currently sculpting more archways meant to lead to new parts of the Fair, molding the nightmare matter of this place with her claws.
She sees the withering life around them, growing even more concerned than she already was. "Mom, you're scaring me... what's going on?... And don't tell me not to worry about it- I can see it's hurting you."
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 holds out the flowers to them as his body becomes more solid, though not fully just yet, "Hello, my dear, looking beautiful today." He smiles brightly, hugging them tightly.
She sighs and opens her eyes, looking at them for a moment, "Dear, I'm just a lil bit sick. I promise ya I'm gonna heal, it'll just take me some time." She tries to cover up the veins on her arms to stop them from worrying more.
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.)
"Why, thank you! You look lovely as well." She responds, delicately taking the bouquet with one clawed hand before the Nightmare Lord hugs him back with far too many arms, her mask showing a heart again.
She notices her trying to cover up the veins, only seeming more worried. "It's been getting worse each day... Have you tried talking to someone else to see if they could help? Maybe Stroth or KK o- or someone can help..."
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)
After a moment of the hug he pulls back, seeming to understand his new form more and more by the day, able to maintain a singular form for a while without bubbling "What are you working on? If I may ask."
She gulps, closing her eyes for a moment before looking back at them, "Sweetheart, I promise I'll talk ta somebody, I ain't gonna let myself lose all my lil ones cause I was too prideful ta ask fer help. Fer now though, I'll be okay, promise."
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.)
"It's my next big plan for the Fair- seven new big districts, each one themed after a different common fear. Fear of death, fear of the dark, fear of failure, and so on and so forth. I figured the Fair would have an easier time truly scaring people if it built on preexisting fears." She explains with an unnerving amount of eagerness.
"Good. I just... I'm just worried about you. About all of this." She explains, holding back tears. "I don't want anything bad to happen to us- especially after everything we've done to stop that from happening."
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)
His eyes widen with interest and joy at his wife's passion, clasping his hands together with joy in what remains of his eyes, "How beautiful, I am so very happy for all the progress this place has made, and the same for you."
She brings them into a warm embrace, providing soothing words to them and rubbing their back and head, looking at the flower in their hair, "It's okay, sweetheart, it'll be okay, I ain't gonna lose everythin' I fought so hard fer."
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.)
"And that's only the first step of my plan!" She continues, with a similar joy at his interest. "I'm going to make new constructs to populate each district as well- ones specialized for their respective environments- and make a layer underneath the Fair where all the constructs can live happily when they're not scaring the park-goers. But eventually, the final step..." She leans in close, her mask shifting to show an unnaturally wide grin full of sharp teeth. "I'm going to bring this place- the entire Faceless Fair- to the Material Plane."
"I won't let that happen either- I'll help however I can." She responds, leaning into the embrace, smiling softly.
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 listens intently, he doesn't seem to understand most of it, as it isn't his area of expertise, but that doesn't stop him from happily listening to his wife talk about what she enjoys doing, and what she plans to do.
She smiles back at them, "Can ya go get KK fer me, I wanna try an' get some more o' this darkness outta me, so I can leave just yet. She's... changed a lil, so don't be scared, it's the same KK inside."
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, it's going to be glorious... though that's a long way from now." She says, silent for a second as she thinks of her grand plan. "But for now, I'm going to take a break. Maybe paint something. Love you, dear." She leans down, her mask showing a heart again, and gently nudges the side of his face with her mask- the closest thing to a kiss she can do now that she has no mouth. Then, she skitters down the path on her myriad arms and out of sight, heading back to the warehouse.
"Okay, I will. I'll be back soon, promise." She responds, before vanishing into the shadow of a tree, slinking through the darkness at a rapid pace to try and find KK.
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 kisses them back as much as he can without lips, his teeth clicking against the mask softly before letting them go, deciding to go for a walk throughout the fair, after all, he's married to the queen of the place, why not look through it all.
Merabelle continues trying to expel the darkness into the ground around her, getting ever slightly healthier with each bit she's able to push out, though it isn't much.
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? If so, would you like another character?)
A few minutes later, Omori comes back along with the skittering horror that is- er, was- KK. The Architect folds back up into her humanoid form as she walks over to beside Merabelle, her mask's expression blank and yet visibly worried. "Omori told me what's going on on the way here. How can I help?"
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, of course I do.*
Merabelle has been able to improve her health by a little bit, not too much, but enough to make them a little less concerned about her, "Hey KK, I ain't know much o' what ta do, but this darkness in me ain't been treatin' me too kindly, as with all the sickness ya can sense in 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.)
*Alrighty- here ya go!*
Helianth is in the middle of a scorched field, using Rend's Cleaver to callously chop up the corpse of the lesser star god it just killed. Its roots move to collect the ichor that spills from the body.
"Got it- I'll see what I can do." She crouches down beside Merabelle, placing a hand on her shoulder, attempting to draw out the lingering darkness into herself. Omori isn't sure how else to help, and stands nearby.
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)
Tim comes to visit them, he's drenched in blood, and has a distant look. He sits down on the ground next to him, clasping his book.
The burning feeling Amicus felt fills KK's arm, though the darkness is just as effective as it was on her, considering what KK has done to herself. Merabelle tries to support them as much as she can, though she cant really help either.
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.)
The crooked flower- the original, not one of its avatars- looks over at Tim as he approaches. "What happened?" It asks without a hint of concern in its voice, the cleaver cutting off the dead god's arm.
The Architect continues to try and remove the magical malady, resisting the pain but still clearly pained from it, her mask shuddering and shifting between different expressions seemingly at random.
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 seems to be holding back tears, clinging to his book, he cant seem to speak much, uttering a few words "Tony... Tiffany... they..." He closes his eyes, holding his head.
After a while, and it feels like an eternity later, a large amount of the darkness has been extracted, or at least enough to still be healthy, and help Merabelle a huge amount. She sighs, feeling her blood turn to normal.
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.)
The sunflower falls silent again, leaving its cleaver in the carcass as it places a hand on his shoulder, trying to seem comforting.
The Architect pulls her hand back, having drained a decent bit of the darkness, the shadowy flesh(?) under her chitin plating bubbling and hissing. "...There, that should help a bit. At the very least, it'll give more time to find a permanent solution."
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 begins to full on cry, and with it, waves off magical power begin to go our in all directions, his magical tattoos glowing and humming with power as he releases out his emotions in an unending wave of tears.
Merabelle stands up, holding herself and breathing deep, "Thank ya, KK. I'll find that permanent solution, thank ya." She walks over and gives them a tight hug, her strength already returning.
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.)
It remains silent, just trying to comfort the crying child, now having fully taken its attention off of the dead god.
"No problem- happy to help a friend." She hugs her back with her far-too-many arms. Omori seems equally relieved that she's feeling better.
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)