*Good afternoon, my lovely entities of paradoxical origin!*
Omori has been huddled up in her room of the orphanage since her visit to the Observatory, only ever leaving to catch some food from the forest and hastily return right after. Occasional panicked-sounding mutterings can be heard from the room, but it's hard to hear what she's saying.
The Architect is continuing her work on the Fair, keeping a few eyes out for anyone she recognizes as she does.
*Hello Yvonne, can’t rp rn, I’ve already got a few, but would Merabelle know the Observatory keeper?*
She puts her hands on her hips, tilting her head, “Ya got a gift fer me? Go ahead with it then, I’d love anythin’ yer willin’ ta give.”
She pours them, beginning to drink scotch directly from her bottle.
She reaches up and helps them wipe it away, licking up the food off of her fingers “I… thank you Dew, that means a lot.”
From within himself he draws out pitch-black spurs that reflect no light. "A very southern gentleman had a Nightmare who possessed these, I have no use for them."
"Thank you so much." he puts a gold on the counter, leaning back in his seat.
he accepts her help and begins to get up to clean. "Like sleeping schedules or routines that are detrimental to your own health, those are things to change," he says simply. "Oh, and yes, you're very welcome."
She takes the spurs, looking down at them for a very long moment, before looking down to her own boots “Well thank ya River! I could kiss ya on that handsome face o’ yers, these are amazin’.”
She puts away the coin somewhere once she finishes her bottle, sighing as she leans back in her own, “Welcome, you may come any time.”
She sits down on the table, letting her short legs swing, adjusting her clothing to fit better “I… you… I don’t know what to say Dew… Dew, when you leave, can I come with you?”
*Good afternoon, my lovely entities of paradoxical origin!*
Omori has been huddled up in her room of the orphanage since her visit to the Observatory, only ever leaving to catch some food from the forest and hastily return right after. Occasional panicked-sounding mutterings can be heard from the room, but it's hard to hear what she's saying.
The Architect is continuing her work on the Fair, keeping a few eyes out for anyone she recognizes as she does.
*Hello Yvonne, can’t rp rn, I’ve already got a few, but would Merabelle know the Observatory keeper?*
*Hello to you as well! To answer your question, I'd say that she probably knows them- maybe spoken with them a few times- but hadn't seen them since the incident that caused the keeper to end up as they are now.*
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
She puts her hands on her hips, tilting her head, “Ya got a gift fer me? Go ahead with it then, I’d love anythin’ yer willin’ ta give.”
She pours them, beginning to drink scotch directly from her bottle.
She reaches up and helps them wipe it away, licking up the food off of her fingers “I… thank you Dew, that means a lot.”
From within himself he draws out pitch-black spurs that reflect no light. "A very southern gentleman had a Nightmare who possessed these, I have no use for them."
"Thank you so much." he puts a gold on the counter, leaning back in his seat.
he accepts her help and begins to get up to clean. "Like sleeping schedules or routines that are detrimental to your own health, those are things to change," he says simply. "Oh, and yes, you're very welcome."
She takes the spurs, looking down at them for a very long moment, before looking down to her own boots “Well thank ya River! I could kiss ya on that handsome face o’ yers, these are amazin’.”
She puts away the coin somewhere once she finishes her bottle, sighing as she leans back in her own, “Welcome, you may come any time.”
She sits down on the table, letting her short legs swing, adjusting her clothing to fit better “I… you… I don’t know what to say Dew… Dew, when you leave, can I come with you?”
"The man not so much. But it is not important. I'm glad you like them." he seems to flush and become a bit of a whisp, barely visible.
"I appreciate it." he continues to sip on his drink.
"If I leave, yes." he runs the dishwasher and throws away some trash.
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*Good afternoon, my lovely entities of paradoxical origin!*
Omori has been huddled up in her room of the orphanage since her visit to the Observatory, only ever leaving to catch some food from the forest and hastily return right after. Occasional panicked-sounding mutterings can be heard from the room, but it's hard to hear what she's saying.
The Architect is continuing her work on the Fair, keeping a few eyes out for anyone she recognizes as she does.
*Hello Yvonne, can’t rp rn, I’ve already got a few, but would Merabelle know the Observatory keeper?*
*Hello to you as well! To answer your question, I'd say that she probably knows them- maybe spoken with them a few times- but hadn't seen them since the incident that caused the keeper to end up as they are now.*
*That sounds very interesting, what would their standing on each other be? Friendly? Rivals of some kind? A deep hatred perhaps?*
She puts her hands on her hips, tilting her head, “Ya got a gift fer me? Go ahead with it then, I’d love anythin’ yer willin’ ta give.”
She pours them, beginning to drink scotch directly from her bottle.
She reaches up and helps them wipe it away, licking up the food off of her fingers “I… thank you Dew, that means a lot.”
From within himself he draws out pitch-black spurs that reflect no light. "A very southern gentleman had a Nightmare who possessed these, I have no use for them."
"Thank you so much." he puts a gold on the counter, leaning back in his seat.
he accepts her help and begins to get up to clean. "Like sleeping schedules or routines that are detrimental to your own health, those are things to change," he says simply. "Oh, and yes, you're very welcome."
She takes the spurs, looking down at them for a very long moment, before looking down to her own boots “Well thank ya River! I could kiss ya on that handsome face o’ yers, these are amazin’.”
She puts away the coin somewhere once she finishes her bottle, sighing as she leans back in her own, “Welcome, you may come any time.”
She sits down on the table, letting her short legs swing, adjusting her clothing to fit better “I… you… I don’t know what to say Dew… Dew, when you leave, can I come with you?”
"The man not so much. But it is not important. I'm glad you like them." he seems to flush and become a bit of a whisp, barely visible.
"I appreciate it." he continues to sip on his drink.
"If I leave, yes." he runs the dishwasher and throws away some trash.
She sits down, beginning to put the spurs onto her boots, putting the spares in the pockets of her new, tight black jeans, “Maybe I will, just ta give ya somethin’ back.”
She listens to the radio, tapping one of her claws and closing her eyes.
She watches them, smiling at their massive form, thinking about them and blushing “Okay. If you leave, we go together.”
She sits down, beginning to put the spurs onto her boots, putting the spares in the pockets of her new, tight black jeans, “Maybe I will, just ta give ya somethin’ back.”
She listens to the radio, tapping one of her claws and closing her eyes.
She watches them, smiling at their massive form, thinking about them and blushing “Okay. If you leave, we go together.”
"I..dunno.." he shrugs
"So, how does a person modified to be an efficient killer come to run a cozy bar?"
"Correct." he notes, picking her up gently and taking her to the couch with a smile
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*Good afternoon, my lovely entities of paradoxical origin!*
Omori has been huddled up in her room of the orphanage since her visit to the Observatory, only ever leaving to catch some food from the forest and hastily return right after. Occasional panicked-sounding mutterings can be heard from the room, but it's hard to hear what she's saying.
The Architect is continuing her work on the Fair, keeping a few eyes out for anyone she recognizes as she does.
*Hello Yvonne, can’t rp rn, I’ve already got a few, but would Merabelle know the Observatory keeper?*
*Hello to you as well! To answer your question, I'd say that she probably knows them- maybe spoken with them a few times- but hadn't seen them since the incident that caused the keeper to end up as they are now.*
*That sounds very interesting, what would their standing on each other be? Friendly? Rivals of some kind? A deep hatred perhaps?*
*Let's say they were colleagues of sorts- they only really met when it concerned celestial phenomena they've been noticing. There could definitely have been some rivalry, but not to where they couldn't see eye to eye when it came to it.*
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
She sits down, beginning to put the spurs onto her boots, putting the spares in the pockets of her new, tight black jeans, “Maybe I will, just ta give ya somethin’ back.”
She listens to the radio, tapping one of her claws and closing her eyes.
She watches them, smiling at their massive form, thinking about them and blushing “Okay. If you leave, we go together.”
"I..dunno.." he shrugs
"So, how does a person modified to be an efficient killer come to run a cozy bar?"
"Correct." he notes, picking her up gently and taking her to the couch with a smile
*I gtg soon, probably.*
She looks back up, getting on her tippy toes to smooch them on the lips, “There ya go.”
“I’m retired… or well, this place has been deemed an outpost, but nothing is here, so I decided to live my dream.”
She lets herself be carried, clinging to them, holding their fur, nuzzling against them, “I… I love you… Dew.”
She sits down, beginning to put the spurs onto her boots, putting the spares in the pockets of her new, tight black jeans, “Maybe I will, just ta give ya somethin’ back.”
She listens to the radio, tapping one of her claws and closing her eyes.
She watches them, smiling at their massive form, thinking about them and blushing “Okay. If you leave, we go together.”
"I..dunno.." he shrugs
"So, how does a person modified to be an efficient killer come to run a cozy bar?"
"Correct." he notes, picking her up gently and taking her to the couch with a smile
*I gtg soon, probably.*
She looks back up, getting on her tippy toes to smooch them on the lips, “There ya go.”
“I’m retired… or well, this place has been deemed an outpost, but nothing is here, so I decided to live my dream.”
She lets herself be carried, clinging to them, holding their fur, nuzzling against them, “I… I love you… Dew.”
*oh alrighty*
He stays still, but is intangible again. "I.. maybe not just now."
"Serve alchohol?" he laughs. "I'll drink to that."
"..." he doesn't say anything, just getting comfy. "..Thank you."
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*My fat (gp) fox needs some more time in the oven.*
*Please make sure not to overcook my kin*
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She sits down, beginning to put the spurs onto her boots, putting the spares in the pockets of her new, tight black jeans, “Maybe I will, just ta give ya somethin’ back.”
She listens to the radio, tapping one of her claws and closing her eyes.
She watches them, smiling at their massive form, thinking about them and blushing “Okay. If you leave, we go together.”
"I..dunno.." he shrugs
"So, how does a person modified to be an efficient killer come to run a cozy bar?"
"Correct." he notes, picking her up gently and taking her to the couch with a smile
*I gtg soon, probably.*
She looks back up, getting on her tippy toes to smooch them on the lips, “There ya go.”
“I’m retired… or well, this place has been deemed an outpost, but nothing is here, so I decided to live my dream.”
She lets herself be carried, clinging to them, holding their fur, nuzzling against them, “I… I love you… Dew.”
*oh alrighty*
He stays still, but is intangible again. "I.. maybe not just now."
"Serve alchohol?" he laughs. "I'll drink to that."
"..." he doesn't say anything, just getting comfy. "..Thank you."
*Okay, I’m back for a bit.*
She sighs, putting her hands on her hips, “Guess I’ll have ta get ya later then huh?”
“I would hope so.” She pours herself a glass of something vaguely glowing.
She closes her eyes, curling up “You don’t have to say it back… it’s okay…”
She sits down, beginning to put the spurs onto her boots, putting the spares in the pockets of her new, tight black jeans, “Maybe I will, just ta give ya somethin’ back.”
She listens to the radio, tapping one of her claws and closing her eyes.
She watches them, smiling at their massive form, thinking about them and blushing “Okay. If you leave, we go together.”
"I..dunno.." he shrugs
"So, how does a person modified to be an efficient killer come to run a cozy bar?"
"Correct." he notes, picking her up gently and taking her to the couch with a smile
*I gtg soon, probably.*
She looks back up, getting on her tippy toes to smooch them on the lips, “There ya go.”
“I’m retired… or well, this place has been deemed an outpost, but nothing is here, so I decided to live my dream.”
She lets herself be carried, clinging to them, holding their fur, nuzzling against them, “I… I love you… Dew.”
*oh alrighty*
He stays still, but is intangible again. "I.. maybe not just now."
"Serve alchohol?" he laughs. "I'll drink to that."
"..." he doesn't say anything, just getting comfy. "..Thank you."
*Okay, I’m back for a bit.*
She sighs, putting her hands on her hips, “Guess I’ll have ta get ya later then huh?”
“I would hope so.” She pours herself a glass of something vaguely glowing.
She closes her eyes, curling up “You don’t have to say it back… it’s okay…”
He shakes his head before leaning down, solid again.
"What's that?.."
"Okay.." he shuffles a bit, coughing nervously as he gives her his finger to hold.
*glad to see your return*
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Sandstorm wraps around his leg once he’s solid again as She begins walking somewhere.
“Something that would knock most people out cold, easier to drink for someone with two livers.”
She takes their hand, hand tries to hold back the feeling of sadness overcoming her.
"W-wait.. I meant.. I mean.. I guess.." he shrugs, flushing again. He follows her
"Or a really solid singular one?" he tilts his head.
He Eskimo kisses her. "I like you a lot, Camilla.."
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*Hello Yvonne, can’t rp rn, I’ve already got a few, but would Merabelle know the Observatory keeper?*
She takes the spurs, looking down at them for a very long moment, before looking down to her own boots “Well thank ya River! I could kiss ya on that handsome face o’ yers, these are amazin’.”
She puts away the coin somewhere once she finishes her bottle, sighing as she leans back in her own, “Welcome, you may come any time.”
She sits down on the table, letting her short legs swing, adjusting her clothing to fit better “I… you… I don’t know what to say Dew… Dew, when you leave, can I come with you?”
*Hello to you as well! To answer your question, I'd say that she probably knows them- maybe spoken with them a few times- but hadn't seen them since the incident that caused the keeper to end up as they are now.*
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 man not so much. But it is not important. I'm glad you like them." he seems to flush and become a bit of a whisp, barely visible.
"I appreciate it." he continues to sip on his drink.
"If I leave, yes." he runs the dishwasher and throws away some trash.
Error. (Traceback) line 1, <Salem> is undefined.
>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
*That sounds very interesting, what would their standing on each other be? Friendly? Rivals of some kind? A deep hatred perhaps?*
She sits down, beginning to put the spurs onto her boots, putting the spares in the pockets of her new, tight black jeans, “Maybe I will, just ta give ya somethin’ back.”
She listens to the radio, tapping one of her claws and closing her eyes.
She watches them, smiling at their massive form, thinking about them and blushing “Okay. If you leave, we go together.”
"I..dunno.." he shrugs
"So, how does a person modified to be an efficient killer come to run a cozy bar?"
"Correct." he notes, picking her up gently and taking her to the couch with a smile
Error. (Traceback) line 1, <Salem> is undefined.
>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
*Let's say they were colleagues of sorts- they only really met when it concerned celestial phenomena they've been noticing. There could definitely have been some rivalry, but not to where they couldn't see eye to eye when it came to it.*
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 gtg soon, probably.*
She looks back up, getting on her tippy toes to smooch them on the lips, “There ya go.”
“I’m retired… or well, this place has been deemed an outpost, but nothing is here, so I decided to live my dream.”
She lets herself be carried, clinging to them, holding their fur, nuzzling against them, “I… I love you… Dew.”
*I'm a little bit here for now*
*My fat (gp) fox needs some more time in the oven.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*oh alrighty*
He stays still, but is intangible again. "I.. maybe not just now."
"Serve alchohol?" he laughs. "I'll drink to that."
"..." he doesn't say anything, just getting comfy. "..Thank you."
Error. (Traceback) line 1, <Salem> is undefined.
>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
*Welcome, friend! How are you today, and would you like to rp?*
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)
*Please make sure not to overcook my kin*
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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
*I'm on vacation right now, meaning we are lacking resources but I have some awesome books to read.*
*I would, in fact, like to RP. *
*Who would you like?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*That sounds nice- here's hoping to vacation is the best it can be!*
*I don't think Elil or Podmorski have met the new and improved KK- could I have one or both of them, please?*
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’m back for a bit.*
She sighs, putting her hands on her hips, “Guess I’ll have ta get ya later then huh?”
“I would hope so.” She pours herself a glass of something vaguely glowing.
She closes her eyes, curling up “You don’t have to say it back… it’s okay…”
*Oh hey Baalze, and hello again Yvonne, I’ve once again returned.*
He shakes his head before leaning down, solid again.
"What's that?.."
"Okay.." he shuffles a bit, coughing nervously as he gives her his finger to hold.
*glad to see your return*
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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
*Cut for Salem.*
Sandstorm wraps around his leg once he’s solid again as She begins walking somewhere.
“Something that would knock most people out cold, easier to drink for someone with two livers.”
She takes their hand, hand tries to hold back the feeling of sadness overcoming her.
"W-wait.. I meant.. I mean.. I guess.." he shrugs, flushing again. He follows her
"Or a really solid singular one?" he tilts his head.
He Eskimo kisses her. "I like you a lot, Camilla.."
Error. (Traceback) line 1, <Salem> is undefined.
>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