"A-ah. That makes sense. I've been, uh, going to therapy. Trying to let go of all that... resentment. My body isn't holding together very well anymore..."
"That's good- the therapy, I mean." She walks a bit closer and sits down beside the bench, her mannequin-centipede lower half coiling like a serpent's tail. "If you want, you can take a share of the Dark Energy the Fair's been generating. It might help with the lack of corporeality."
"I don't think it would help. I'm supposed to be dead, but my hatred let me collect Dark Energy and hold onto it. Can't properly store it anymore."
"I see... maybe there's another source you can draw on? Another kind of magic?" She muses, trying to help despite not really knowing what to do herself.
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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)
River would notice they are walking back to his place as she whistles.
Con save, real high dc too, but considering he’s a god, I’ll say he’s got advantage on the roll.
“It’s okay… if you love me… you’ll know, if you don’t… you’ll find out.”
"Come here often?.." the sentence sounds very unnatural coming from him
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"I'm sorry.. do you want to leave?..."
She laughs again, “Hopefully, depends on what ya want with the both o’ us.” She smiles.
He’s out cold just as fast, his glass likely clattering to the ground. He wakes up a few hours later.
She shakes her head, “If I do… I’ll start crying… and won’t stop.”
"Nothing sinister." he tries to smile reassuringly, but his teeth are jagged slightly.
He rubs his face, bleary eyed. He decides to crawl over to sit next to the campfire. The flames of it dim and shrink as he absorbs the heat.
"Then.. stay here if you want... This whole thing is a mess.."
She smiles back at them, her teeth sharp and chipped in some places, leading them back to his house.
Natasha is already sitting there, sipping some tea and looking at the fire as if nothing ever happened, smiling down at them “Byren, you’re awake. Good.”
She closes her eyes back up, climbing out of their lap and curling next to them, just shaking a little bit.
He lets her enter first, politely.
"Oh.. hello." he groans and stretches, the fire coming fully back.
he doesn't know what to do, so he just lays there, a bit sad.
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"I don't think it would help. I'm supposed to be dead, but my hatred let me collect Dark Energy and hold onto it. Can't properly store it anymore."
"I see... maybe there's another source you can draw on? Another kind of magic?" She muses, trying to help despite not really knowing what to do herself.
"No thank you. I'm... feeling peaceful. Maybe I'll have an afterlife after this instead of a void."
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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.
Atticus is eating a rotisserie chicken in the woods, sitting on the skeletons of a freshly flayed thieves guild. He savors every bite while the burning circle around him cooks the boneless remains of the criminals.
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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.
Atticus is eating a rotisserie chicken in the woods, sitting on the skeletons of a freshly flayed thieves guild. He savors every bite while the burning circle around him cooks the boneless remains of the criminals.
From the invisible cloud of sin around them coalesces a man with shaggy hair and a baggy blue tee-shirt. He cracks his neck and moves his hair out of his face. "Oh, I was too late. Oh well."
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Atticus is eating a rotisserie chicken in the woods, sitting on the skeletons of a freshly flayed thieves guild. He savors every bite while the burning circle around him cooks the boneless remains of the criminals.
From the invisible cloud of sin around them coalesces a man with shaggy hair and a baggy blue tee-shirt. He cracks his neck and moves his hair out of his face. "Oh, I was too late. Oh well."
"You're not too late, partner. You're a bit early, actually. They haven't cooked yet." He carefully nibbles the left wing.
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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.
Atticus is eating a rotisserie chicken in the woods, sitting on the skeletons of a freshly flayed thieves guild. He savors every bite while the burning circle around him cooks the boneless remains of the criminals.
From the invisible cloud of sin around them coalesces a man with shaggy hair and a baggy blue tee-shirt. He cracks his neck and moves his hair out of his face. "Oh, I was too late. Oh well."
"You're not too late, partner. You're a bit early, actually. They haven't cooked yet." He carefully nibbles the left wing.
"No, I'm too late, though you don't know why." he sits next to Atticus. "You might. I came here to sniff out the camp, see what kinds of Nightmares lurk here."
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"You're not too late, partner. You're a bit early, actually. They haven't cooked yet." He carefully nibbles the left wing.
"No, I'm too late, though you don't know why." he sits next to Atticus. "You might. I came here to sniff out the camp, see what kinds of Nightmares lurk here."
"Ah. Well, that's a shame. They've already run off." He picks up a spear and checks one of the bodies with it. "They'll be rare soon."
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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.
"You're not too late, partner. You're a bit early, actually. They haven't cooked yet." He carefully nibbles the left wing.
"No, I'm too late, though you don't know why." he sits next to Atticus. "You might. I came here to sniff out the camp, see what kinds of Nightmares lurk here."
"Ah. Well, that's a shame. They've already run off." He picks up a spear and checks one of the bodies with it. "They'll be rare soon."
"I don't eat humans. I feed from the nightmares. So, I will politely decline."
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"Ah. Well, that's a shame. They've already run off." He picks up a spear and checks one of the bodies with it. "They'll be rare soon."
"I don't eat humans. I feed from the nightmares. So, I will politely decline."
He nods. "The nobler species. But how do you feed? Do you just eat them?"
"I absorb their energy after snuffing them. Use an Arte or artifact to kill them, and usually they turn into a cloudof energy. Didn't expect to find somebody who can see them in a place like this... See any that looked like they'd hang around murderers?"
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He nods. "The nobler species. But how do you feed? Do you just eat them?"
"I absorb their energy after snuffing them. Use an Arte or artifact to kill them, and usually they turn into a cloudof energy. Didn't expect to find somebody who can see them in a place like this... See any that looked like they'd hang around murderers?"
"They're a bit skittish around me, unfortunately. They don't stick around when I get to work." He begins to sharpen his chef's knife. It has a hole in the handle and is surprisingly thin.
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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.
Carrion is outside, standing in a graveyard. He is quietly mourning the deaths of the many who have been buried here.
He is dressed in black robes that barely cover his bloated and fat-covered form. His face is covered by a mask made of carved wood resembling a humans face with a calm expression.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Carrion is outside, standing in a graveyard. He is quietly mourning the deaths of the many who have been buried here.
He is dressed in black robes that barely cover his bloated and fat-covered form. His face is covered by a mask made of carved wood resembling a humans face with a calm expression.
*Heya Wendi, we can finally rp.*
They hear the sound of someone nearby playing a string instrument while sitting in a withered tree, a mournful tune that matches the environment they are feeling at the moment.
Carrion is outside, standing in a graveyard. He is quietly mourning the deaths of the many who have been buried here.
He is dressed in black robes that barely cover his bloated and fat-covered form. His face is covered by a mask made of carved wood resembling a humans face with a calm expression.
*Heya Wendi, we can finally rp.*
They hear the sound of someone nearby playing a string instrument while sitting in a withered tree, a mournful tune that matches the environment they are feeling at the moment.
They seem to look around for the sound for a moment before walking over to them.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Carrion is outside, standing in a graveyard. He is quietly mourning the deaths of the many who have been buried here.
He is dressed in black robes that barely cover his bloated and fat-covered form. His face is covered by a mask made of carved wood resembling a humans face with a calm expression.
*Heya Wendi, we can finally rp.*
They hear the sound of someone nearby playing a string instrument while sitting in a withered tree, a mournful tune that matches the environment they are feeling at the moment.
They seem to look around for the sound for a moment before walking over to them.
They see Uzui playing the Roan, smiling down at them for a moment, “Hello there, I’m sorry we meet under such… circumstances.” He says speaking genuinely.
"I see... maybe there's another source you can draw on? Another kind of magic?" She muses, trying to help despite not really knowing what to do herself.
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 lets her enter first, politely.
"Oh.. hello." he groans and stretches, the fire coming fully back.
he doesn't know what to do, so he just lays there, a bit sad.
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My Threads: Anytown, USA and Sanctuary [Links]
S♡J
2-13-25
"No thank you. I'm... feeling peaceful. Maybe I'll have an afterlife after this instead of a void."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Atticus is eating a rotisserie chicken in the woods, sitting on the skeletons of a freshly flayed thieves guild. He savors every bite while the burning circle around him cooks the boneless remains of the criminals.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
From the invisible cloud of sin around them coalesces a man with shaggy hair and a baggy blue tee-shirt. He cracks his neck and moves his hair out of his face. "Oh, I was too late. Oh well."
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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
"You're not too late, partner. You're a bit early, actually. They haven't cooked yet." He carefully nibbles the left wing.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"No, I'm too late, though you don't know why." he sits next to Atticus. "You might. I came here to sniff out the camp, see what kinds of Nightmares lurk here."
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YES NO I'm on more than Gonzalo and Bananer, trust B)
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S♡J
2-13-25
"Ah. Well, that's a shame. They've already run off." He picks up a spear and checks one of the bodies with it. "They'll be rare soon."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"I don't eat humans. I feed from the nightmares. So, I will politely decline."
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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
He nods. "The nobler species. But how do you feed? Do you just eat them?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"I absorb their energy after snuffing them. Use an Arte or artifact to kill them, and usually they turn into a cloudof energy. Didn't expect to find somebody who can see them in a place like this... See any that looked like they'd hang around murderers?"
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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
"They're a bit skittish around me, unfortunately. They don't stick around when I get to work." He begins to sharpen his chef's knife. It has a hole in the handle and is surprisingly thin.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Good afternoon my multitude of friends, it seems I am once again alive, and I don’t know how to feel about it.*
*Do you enjoy my presence?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*I find it one of the best parts of my day, why?*
*I'm alive somehow.*
Carrion is outside, standing in a graveyard. He is quietly mourning the deaths of the many who have been buried here.
He is dressed in black robes that barely cover his bloated and fat-covered form. His face is covered by a mask made of carved wood resembling a humans face with a calm expression.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Heya Wendi, we can finally rp.*
They hear the sound of someone nearby playing a string instrument while sitting in a withered tree, a mournful tune that matches the environment they are feeling at the moment.
They seem to look around for the sound for a moment before walking over to them.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
They see Uzui playing the Roan, smiling down at them for a moment, “Hello there, I’m sorry we meet under such… circumstances.” He says speaking genuinely.
*Because you will have none of it if you die. Not for a long time.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.