“Nothing, just thinking, not sure of what, but the thought itself finds its way to plaguing my mind.”
He looks at them, tilting his head, but not wanting to question what happened, taking a moment “Dear, did something happen? You look the same as you did when you left.”
Tonya is staring at herself in the stream's reflection.
"An erratic mind is common with the recently deceased." he grumbles, seemingly disappointed.
"It's called 'i flew around to get dry', silly" she chuckles, taking the egg and climbing back onto the hoard.
Gin walks up behind them, being very sneaky, before wrapping his arms around them, ‘looking’ down at the water from behind them.
“I suppose you’re right, what do you have on your mind, Uncle?” He asks, tossing the rock into the sky, and watching as it falls.
He joins them, happy they are back and chuckling softly with them, splaying himself out on the hoard, “Well, I can’t much do that myself, dear.”
"eep!- Oh, Gin!" she punches him lightly, giggling.
"My own mortality has come into question. Direct descendants of Ragnaris, the one dragon every man and woman knows and fears, but still, we are not untouchable."
"Go get a dip and i'll lick you dry." she says, shrugging.
He kisses them, “Dear, I have to keep surprising you, any way I can, you know practically everything about me already.”
“Mortality is a funny thing, gods aren’t safe from the grasp of death, so no one is, fear doesn’t make might. Life only has value because there is never enough of it, nothing is beautiful because it lasts.”
He gets on all fours and bounds out of the cave, slowing down soon after, once he’s out of sight, needing a bath anyway.
The notes are all on her studies of both the Old Blood and Dark Energy- including notes on how she in interacts with her constructs and herself. "Incredible..." She mutters while flipping through the pages, taking in every little detail she can with a mask that has far, far too many tiny green eyes.
"No thanks are necessary- I'm not going to let any of my friends die on my watch." She responds, weakly smiling a bit before she coughs up a bit of blood, having to sit down on the ground as to not fall over.
She makes a mental note of everything, for some physical notes of her own later, before returning the notebook to them, “You have made leaps and bounds in your research, I am very happy for you.”
He winces when they call him a friend again, seemingly deciding against something, lying down and looking up at the cave ceiling, “We should probably get back to base, we need medical attention, desperately…” He wipes the blood from their lip.
"You've made quite a lot of progress as well, it seems. It's all very interesting. I'm happy for you too." She responds, grinning ear to ear behind her mask.
She doesn't seem to notice his wince- or if he does, she just chalks it up to them still being grievously injured. "Yeah, we probably should, sooner than later." She stands up again, using her Gunlance to support herself as to not fall over. "You okay to walk?"
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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 notes are all on her studies of both the Old Blood and Dark Energy- including notes on how she in interacts with her constructs and herself. "Incredible..." She mutters while flipping through the pages, taking in every little detail she can with a mask that has far, far too many tiny green eyes.
"No thanks are necessary- I'm not going to let any of my friends die on my watch." She responds, weakly smiling a bit before she coughs up a bit of blood, having to sit down on the ground as to not fall over.
She makes a mental note of everything, for some physical notes of her own later, before returning the notebook to them, “You have made leaps and bounds in your research, I am very happy for you.”
He winces when they call him a friend again, seemingly deciding against something, lying down and looking up at the cave ceiling, “We should probably get back to base, we need medical attention, desperately…” He wipes the blood from their lip.
"You've made quite a lot of progress as well, it seems. It's all very interesting. I'm happy for you too." She responds, grinning ear to ear behind her mask.
She doesn't seem to notice his wince- or if he does, she just chalks it up to them still being grievously injured. "Yeah, we probably should, sooner than later." She stands up again, using her Gunlance to support herself as to not fall over. "You okay to walk?"
She hugs them before saying, “I best be off, I’ve got a son I need to take care of now.”
He pushes himself to his feet, “Bet I can still beat you there.” He coughs up a bit of blood, grabbing his weapon and putting it on his back, “But… let’s not try to push ourselves.” He leans against her, beginning to make his way out of the cave, “We need to come back and gather the remains of this Vaal later…”
“Nothing, just thinking, not sure of what, but the thought itself finds its way to plaguing my mind.”
He looks at them, tilting his head, but not wanting to question what happened, taking a moment “Dear, did something happen? You look the same as you did when you left.”
Tonya is staring at herself in the stream's reflection.
"An erratic mind is common with the recently deceased." he grumbles, seemingly disappointed.
"It's called 'i flew around to get dry', silly" she chuckles, taking the egg and climbing back onto the hoard.
Gin walks up behind them, being very sneaky, before wrapping his arms around them, ‘looking’ down at the water from behind them.
“I suppose you’re right, what do you have on your mind, Uncle?” He asks, tossing the rock into the sky, and watching as it falls.
He joins them, happy they are back and chuckling softly with them, splaying himself out on the hoard, “Well, I can’t much do that myself, dear.”
"eep!- Oh, Gin!" she punches him lightly, giggling.
"My own mortality has come into question. Direct descendants of Ragnaris, the one dragon every man and woman knows and fears, but still, we are not untouchable."
"Go get a dip and i'll lick you dry." she says, shrugging.
He kisses them, “Dear, I have to keep surprising you, any way I can, you know practically everything about me already.”
“Mortality is a funny thing, gods aren’t safe from the grasp of death, so no one is, fear doesn’t make might. Life only has value because there is never enough of it, nothing is beautiful because it lasts.”
He gets on all fours and bounds out of the cave, slowing down soon after, once he’s out of sight, needing a bath anyway.
she kisses back, hugging them. "Yes, I know... I am learning new things still, like the fact you can make instruments."
He laughs, deep and rumbling. He pulls a dragon scale out of nowhere and sets it down. "Life is precious, is it not? Ahem- Do you know what this is?"
She waits for him, still cooing over the egg
“It too much longer to learn than I would want to admit.” He wraps his arms around their waist, smiling at them, “Speaking of which, are you enjoying yours?”
”A dragon scale, like any other, but based on your question I’d have to assume more.” He looks closely at the scale, seeing if he can tell anything about it.
After a while, a drenched, but clean Clem comes back, beginning to wring out his fur.
He wraps his arms around their back, rubbing it, “Good, I was hoping it would. Really hoping.”
“Hmm, acceptance into this family isn’t something bought through something you had, I say you were always a part of the family.” He catches the rock once it comes down.
He comes over quickly, making sure not to get too much of the ground wet, waiting.
He wraps his arms around their back, rubbing it, “Good, I was hoping it would. Really hoping.”
“Hmm, acceptance into this family isn’t something bought through something you had, I say you were always a part of the family.” He catches the rock once it comes down.
He comes over quickly, making sure not to get too much of the ground wet, waiting.
"mmm, right there.." she's tense. "I love it, so much, and I love you too."
"Not so much acceptance as an object to convince Ragnaris that indeed, I am his child.. Do you resent him? I do, only a bit."
She pulls him closer and dries him off lovingly.
He continues to rub exactly where they ask, “Not as much as I love you, I wish I could give you more.”
“No, for the longest time I didn’t know who my family was, or at least my blood relatives, until I met him, it was chance, and a small one, I couldn’t be happier I met him.”
He sighs, lying back down next to them once he’s clean, “Next time is my turn.”
He wraps his arms around their back, rubbing it, “Good, I was hoping it would. Really hoping.”
“Hmm, acceptance into this family isn’t something bought through something you had, I say you were always a part of the family.” He catches the rock once it comes down.
He comes over quickly, making sure not to get too much of the ground wet, waiting.
"mmm, right there.." she's tense. "I love it, so much, and I love you too."
"Not so much acceptance as an object to convince Ragnaris that indeed, I am his child.. Do you resent him? I do, only a bit."
She pulls him closer and dries him off lovingly.
He continues to rub exactly where they ask, “Not as much as I love you, I wish I could give you more.”
“No, for the longest time I didn’t know who my family was, or at least my blood relatives, until I met him, it was chance, and a small one, I couldn’t be happier I met him.”
He sighs, lying back down next to them once he’s clean, “Next time is my turn.”
"You don't need to, darling. I'm content."
"I see.. Well, I'm glad it's better for you than it is me. I'm convinced he hates me for existing. The bastard son who holds claim to his greatest mistake." he gestures to the scale. "My mother even sent me to get an ounce of his blood for every year that he neglected me and her."
"I am much too great in size for your tongue to clean me, dear. It will fall off!"
“I just wish I could give you the world, because you deserve it all, all I can do is show you the world.” He smiles.
“He doesn’t hate you, he doesn’t hate any of us, if he did, he would show it without hesitation, he loves you because you’re his son, he hates your mother more likely than anyone else.” He punches their shoulder, “And even if he does, I love you uncle.”
“It certainly won’t be for lack of trying.” He says with a smirk, before lying down, sighing again.
He wraps his arms around their back, rubbing it, “Good, I was hoping it would. Really hoping.”
“Hmm, acceptance into this family isn’t something bought through something you had, I say you were always a part of the family.” He catches the rock once it comes down.
He comes over quickly, making sure not to get too much of the ground wet, waiting.
"mmm, right there.." she's tense. "I love it, so much, and I love you too."
"Not so much acceptance as an object to convince Ragnaris that indeed, I am his child.. Do you resent him? I do, only a bit."
She pulls him closer and dries him off lovingly.
He continues to rub exactly where they ask, “Not as much as I love you, I wish I could give you more.”
“No, for the longest time I didn’t know who my family was, or at least my blood relatives, until I met him, it was chance, and a small one, I couldn’t be happier I met him.”
He sighs, lying back down next to them once he’s clean, “Next time is my turn.”
"You don't need to, darling. I'm content."
"I see.. Well, I'm glad it's better for you than it is me. I'm convinced he hates me for existing. The bastard son who holds claim to his greatest mistake." he gestures to the scale. "My mother even sent me to get an ounce of his blood for every year that he neglected me and her."
"I am much too great in size for your tongue to clean me, dear. It will fall off!"
“I just wish I could give you the world, because you deserve it all, all I can do is show you the world.” He smiles.
“He doesn’t hate you, he doesn’t hate any of us, if he did, he would show it without hesitation, he loves you because you’re his son, he hates your mother more likely than anyone else.” He punches their shoulder, “And even if he does, I love you uncle.”
“It certainly won’t be for lack of trying.” He says with a smirk, before lying down, sighing again.
she gets a bt serious. "Gin, we are not a conquering people.."
It'd be more like his knee with his size. He chuckles and pats their pack with a heavy but gentle claw. "Thank you, Ragnerious. I treasure every second with you."
She holds him like she does the egg, absent mindedly.
“I know, dear, if we were, I would’ve given you the world already, I’m a fighter dear, but not a conqueror.”
He laughs and smiles, standing up, “As do I with you, I’ve got to go, I’ve got something to plan and prepare for, and it’ll take some time, hope to see you soon.”
He notices, but enjoys it too much to say anything about it, nuzzling in.
“I know, dear, if we were, I would’ve given you the world already, I’m a fighter dear, but not a conqueror.”
He laughs and smiles, standing up, “As do I with you, I’ve got to go, I’ve got something to plan and prepare for, and it’ll take some time, hope to see you soon.”
He notices, but enjoys it too much to say anything about it, nuzzling in.
"If the Leader heard you...." she giggles, running a finger over his chest.
"Ominous, vague.. Are you going to tell me what it is?"
And there sits the comfy beast, with her husband and egg.
He laughs, running a hand along their body, “Well, it’s just us out this far, you and me.”
“That would ruin the surprise, when I tell you, you are going to be very happy, but now, I must go.” He waves goodbye, making it back to Sam’s demiplane.
*I can download it and we can play together!*
He kisses them, “Dear, I have to keep surprising you, any way I can, you know practically everything about me already.”
“Mortality is a funny thing, gods aren’t safe from the grasp of death, so no one is, fear doesn’t make might. Life only has value because there is never enough of it, nothing is beautiful because it lasts.”
He gets on all fours and bounds out of the cave, slowing down soon after, once he’s out of sight, needing a bath anyway.
"You've made quite a lot of progress as well, it seems. It's all very interesting. I'm happy for you too." She responds, grinning ear to ear behind her mask.
She doesn't seem to notice his wince- or if he does, she just chalks it up to them still being grievously injured. "Yeah, we probably should, sooner than later." She stands up again, using her Gunlance to support herself as to not fall over. "You okay to walk?"
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)
*I'm playing it on my laptop but it allows cross-platform so I probs could.*
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
She hugs them before saying, “I best be off, I’ve got a son I need to take care of now.”
He pushes himself to his feet, “Bet I can still beat you there.” He coughs up a bit of blood, grabbing his weapon and putting it on his back, “But… let’s not try to push ourselves.” He leans against her, beginning to make his way out of the cave, “We need to come back and gather the remains of this Vaal later…”
“It too much longer to learn than I would want to admit.” He wraps his arms around their waist, smiling at them, “Speaking of which, are you enjoying yours?”
”A dragon scale, like any other, but based on your question I’d have to assume more.” He looks closely at the scale, seeing if he can tell anything about it.
After a while, a drenched, but clean Clem comes back, beginning to wring out his fur.
*I would probably suck though, so I likely won’t be playing with you, unfortunately.*
*Cut for Salem.*
He wraps his arms around their back, rubbing it, “Good, I was hoping it would. Really hoping.”
“Hmm, acceptance into this family isn’t something bought through something you had, I say you were always a part of the family.” He catches the rock once it comes down.
He comes over quickly, making sure not to get too much of the ground wet, waiting.
He continues to rub exactly where they ask, “Not as much as I love you, I wish I could give you more.”
“No, for the longest time I didn’t know who my family was, or at least my blood relatives, until I met him, it was chance, and a small one, I couldn’t be happier I met him.”
He sighs, lying back down next to them once he’s clean, “Next time is my turn.”
“I just wish I could give you the world, because you deserve it all, all I can do is show you the world.” He smiles.
“He doesn’t hate you, he doesn’t hate any of us, if he did, he would show it without hesitation, he loves you because you’re his son, he hates your mother more likely than anyone else.” He punches their shoulder, “And even if he does, I love you uncle.”
“It certainly won’t be for lack of trying.” He says with a smirk, before lying down, sighing again.
“I know, dear, if we were, I would’ve given you the world already, I’m a fighter dear, but not a conqueror.”
He laughs and smiles, standing up, “As do I with you, I’ve got to go, I’ve got something to plan and prepare for, and it’ll take some time, hope to see you soon.”
He notices, but enjoys it too much to say anything about it, nuzzling in.
He laughs, running a hand along their body, “Well, it’s just us out this far, you and me.”
“That would ruin the surprise, when I tell you, you are going to be very happy, but now, I must go.” He waves goodbye, making it back to Sam’s demiplane.
(Good place to end I’d say, your turn to pick.)
*Cut for Salem.*
Heriot is drinking, and she’s been drinking since she woke up, which means she might be able to beat Seasha’s record if she keeps going.
He kisses them, “Then we will go somewhere else, if you’d like.”
He lies down inside of the house, expanding to become absolutely gargantuan in size as he takes on his true form.