"And I'm staying by your side as well. Not going anywhere anytime soon." She looks back over at him with all the eyes adorning her chitinous armor, a smile on her mask.
His skeletal body looks back at her for a moment as his 'flesh' begins to form a piano. He looks back to it, before beginning to play and sing, his music seeming more refined than ever before.
She listens intently, faintly humming to the melody herself. One of her far, far too many hands slowly reaches over to the piano, adding an accompanying melody- just a few notes here and there.
Each little key adds to the melody as a whole perfectly. The keys don't feel right, or wouldn't to most, but to KK they would feel more normal than anything they've ever felt, the perfect feeling for the both of them.
She continues to add to the melody in this way until it concludes, happy with how normal this feels to her- though, whether that says more about the current circumstances or her shattered mind is anyone's guess.
Once the song is finished, he takes his fingers off of the keys. He leans against her, the piano dissolving back and once again becoming his flesh, "Dear, do you want to... have a family together?"
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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 I'm staying by your side as well. Not going anywhere anytime soon." She looks back over at him with all the eyes adorning her chitinous armor, a smile on her mask.
His skeletal body looks back at her for a moment as his 'flesh' begins to form a piano. He looks back to it, before beginning to play and sing, his music seeming more refined than ever before.
She listens intently, faintly humming to the melody herself. One of her far, far too many hands slowly reaches over to the piano, adding an accompanying melody- just a few notes here and there.
Each little key adds to the melody as a whole perfectly. The keys don't feel right, or wouldn't to most, but to KK they would feel more normal than anything they've ever felt, the perfect feeling for the both of them.
She continues to add to the melody in this way until it concludes, happy with how normal this feels to her- though, whether that says more about the current circumstances or her shattered mind is anyone's guess.
Once the song is finished, he takes his fingers off of the keys. He leans against her, the piano dissolving back and once again becoming his flesh, "Dear, do you want to... have a family together?"
She thinks for a while, before deciding. "...Yeah, I think I do."
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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?)
*That's totally a fine place to end, and I would like another. Do you wanna rp with my new char?*
*Sure, I'd love to see your new character? Anyone in particular you want to interact with them?*
*Absolutely not, do you need me to get the intro just so you know what they look like?*
Uzui is sitting on the porch to the Lord's Rest Inn, his Kasa covering his face as he knits something with a ball of yawn and two knives he uses instead of knitting needles.
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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?)
*That's totally a fine place to end, and I would like another. Do you wanna rp with my new char?*
*Sure, I'd love to see your new character? Anyone in particular you want to interact with them?*
*Absolutely not, do you need me to get the intro just so you know what they look like?*
Uzui is sitting on the porch to the Lord's Rest Inn, his Kasa covering his face as he knits something with a ball of yawn and two knives he uses instead of knitting needles.
*Sure, I'd like to see the intro.*
Helianth is rooted into the soil near the Inn, the wretched amalgam of the flesh, divine, and machine silently absorbing sunlight as it always is.
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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?)
*That's totally a fine place to end, and I would like another. Do you wanna rp with my new char?*
*Sure, I'd love to see your new character? Anyone in particular you want to interact with them?*
*Absolutely not, do you need me to get the intro just so you know what they look like?*
Uzui is sitting on the porch to the Lord's Rest Inn, his Kasa covering his face as he knits something with a ball of yawn and two knives he uses instead of knitting needles.
*Sure, I'd like to see the intro.*
Helianth is rooted into the soil near the Inn, the wretched amalgam of the flesh, divine, and machine silently absorbing sunlight as it always is.
The way of a wanderer is an arduous journey, made by those with no true home, searching for something far from being found, and so, they look. Stepping across the world, in search of answers to questions unknown. A wanderer makes their way to Lord's Point, though not by the usual town entrance.
The waves of the beach crash against the shore in a consistent melody of the ocean, and out of those beautiful and unrelenting waves seems to walk out someone. Dressed in a Kamono of soft sky blues and detailed with tanned trims, making an image across his back, a symbol of a sun setting over a turbulent ocean, somehow completely dry despite the water all around them. Their face is hidden by straw formed Kasa, though their bluish skin and seaweed green hair tells that they are a Sea Elf. Two blades rest on their belt of equal length, others resting on his other side, though those two seem to be his main ones, the top of the hilts and sheaths glowing with translucent light, flickering with power hidden from knowing. He's tall, not especially so, but tall nonetheless, and the same of his fitness, built as most other Elves are, more made of dexterity and elegance rather than overwhelming power. He sits down on a rock, taking out an instrument, A Ruan, also completely dry as he faces the ocean, beginning to pluck the strings in eerily beautiful tones, matching each crash of water against the rocks with his fingers.
He looks over to them, smiling softly at them for a moment as he continues to knit, "May I ask, are gods simply a casual occurrence in this town?"
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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.'
"Well, I've been trying to do better with my mental health. Self-love is important, and I haven't been doing that." He sits down on his steel tackle box. "How about you?"
"That's good- it's always important to take time for oneself every so often." She starts, her mannequin-centipede lower half coiling into itself as she lowers a bit closer to his eye level. "I've been busy- a lot has happened in only a short amount of time. That's part of the reason why I'm here. Somewhere quiet where one can organize their thoughts, you know?"
"Yeah. I get that. A nice place to chill out." He taps the toes of his shoes into the fleshy muck. "Would you like to be alone? I didn't mean to interrupt."
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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.
Felix nods. "So, do you care for any gods?" He pulls out a strange little machine with fine metal parts and begins to tinker with it. It looks kind of like a clock without a face.
He watches them work on the machine curiously, "Not many, I never remain anywhere for very long for the sake of the places I remain, but I've seen some who serve gods that are honorable, it has made me consider worship." He says, taking out two knitting needles and a yarn ball.
"Heh." He smiles for a split second. "I've never seen an honorable god. It's the nature of the job to be corrupt. They're people, after all. An engine of pure good would have to be decidedly inhuman, and such a being would have to be omniscient or it would have no way to understand the beings it serves."
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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.
Felix nods. "So, do you care for any gods?" He pulls out a strange little machine with fine metal parts and begins to tinker with it. It looks kind of like a clock without a face.
He watches them work on the machine curiously, "Not many, I never remain anywhere for very long for the sake of the places I remain, but I've seen some who serve gods that are honorable, it has made me consider worship." He says, taking out two knitting needles and a yarn ball.
"Heh." He smiles for a split second. "I've never seen an honorable god. It's the nature of the job to be corrupt. They're people, after all. An engine of pure good would have to be decidedly inhuman, and such a being would have to be omniscient or it would have no way to understand the beings it serves."
"And yet there are beings similar to gods who are far more kind and honorable, its a principle quite simple. Mortals made gods have the opportunity to understand and therefore improve themselves, they can know they make mistakes, take responsibility. Would you like me to make you a hat?" He asks as he knits.
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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.'
"Heh." He smiles for a split second. "I've never seen an honorable god. It's the nature of the job to be corrupt. They're people, after all. An engine of pure good would have to be decidedly inhuman, and such a being would have to be omniscient or it would have no way to understand the beings it serves."
"And yet there are beings similar to gods who are far more kind and honorable, its a principle quite simple. Mortals made gods have the opportunity to understand and therefore improve themselves, they can know they make mistakes, take responsibility. Would you like me to make you a hat?" He asks as he knits.
"That would be nice, but you don't have to." He fidgets with his holy symbol, a spiral with four black circles on it in a triangular pattern with one in the middle, held by a set of lipless, black-gummed jaws and two pairs of spider legs emerging from said gums. "So, how did you pick up knitting?"
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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.
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*Bill cipher flashbacks*
fellow follower of JEFF!!!! and a fan of botw
Co-cult leader of the cynophobia cult
Archivist of the kingdoms and Crowns thread, Percy Jackson thread, and Mechanicus thread
Once the song is finished, he takes his fingers off of the keys. He leans against her, the piano dissolving back and once again becoming his flesh, "Dear, do you want to... have a family together?"
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 thinks for a while, before deciding. "...Yeah, I think I do."
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 sighs, as if he was holding a breath in lungs he doesn't have anymore "Okay... I love you, KK."
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.)
"I love you too, Henry." She looks back out at the sea, thinking about something.
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 doesn't bother their thought, remaining silent as he thinks about something himself.
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?)
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)
*That's totally a fine place to end, and I would like another. Do you wanna rp with my new char?*
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 world turns for thee*
This is just Jobah619 again btw
Protect trans kids
Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
*Oh cool, Jobah's back, my favorite Jobah.*
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.)
*Sure, I'd love to see your new character! Anyone in particular you want to interact with them?*
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)
*Absolutely not, do you need me to get the intro just so you know what they look like?*
Uzui is sitting on the porch to the Lord's Rest Inn, his Kasa covering his face as he knits something with a ball of yawn and two knives he uses instead of knitting needles.
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.)
*alternate history in which a large scale communist state developed around the Mediterranean instead of Russia*
This is just Jobah619 again btw
Protect trans kids
Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
*That sounds very interesting, I wonder how the world would've developed with such a difference.*
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.)
*Sure, I'd like to see the intro.*
Helianth is rooted into the soil near the Inn, the wretched amalgam of the flesh, divine, and machine silently absorbing sunlight as it always is.
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 way of a wanderer is an arduous journey, made by those with no true home, searching for something far from being found, and so, they look. Stepping across the world, in search of answers to questions unknown. A wanderer makes their way to Lord's Point, though not by the usual town entrance.
The waves of the beach crash against the shore in a consistent melody of the ocean, and out of those beautiful and unrelenting waves seems to walk out someone. Dressed in a Kamono of soft sky blues and detailed with tanned trims, making an image across his back, a symbol of a sun setting over a turbulent ocean, somehow completely dry despite the water all around them. Their face is hidden by straw formed Kasa, though their bluish skin and seaweed green hair tells that they are a Sea Elf. Two blades rest on their belt of equal length, others resting on his other side, though those two seem to be his main ones, the top of the hilts and sheaths glowing with translucent light, flickering with power hidden from knowing. He's tall, not especially so, but tall nonetheless, and the same of his fitness, built as most other Elves are, more made of dexterity and elegance rather than overwhelming power. He sits down on a rock, taking out an instrument, A Ruan, also completely dry as he faces the ocean, beginning to pluck the strings in eerily beautiful tones, matching each crash of water against the rocks with his fingers.
He looks over to them, smiling softly at them for a moment as he continues to knit, "May I ask, are gods simply a casual occurrence in this town?"
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.)
"Yeah. I get that. A nice place to chill out." He taps the toes of his shoes into the fleshy muck. "Would you like to be alone? I didn't mean to interrupt."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Heh." He smiles for a split second. "I've never seen an honorable god. It's the nature of the job to be corrupt. They're people, after all. An engine of pure good would have to be decidedly inhuman, and such a being would have to be omniscient or it would have no way to understand the beings it serves."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"And yet there are beings similar to gods who are far more kind and honorable, its a principle quite simple. Mortals made gods have the opportunity to understand and therefore improve themselves, they can know they make mistakes, take responsibility. Would you like me to make you a hat?" He asks as he knits.
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.)
"That would be nice, but you don't have to." He fidgets with his holy symbol, a spiral with four black circles on it in a triangular pattern with one in the middle, held by a set of lipless, black-gummed jaws and two pairs of spider legs emerging from said gums. "So, how did you pick up knitting?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.