*Gooooooooooood morning, Lord's Rest Inn! How are y'all doing today?*
Omori still hasn't left her room of the orphanage. The occasional sounds of rustling paper and hushed mutterings can be heard through the door. Some of the others at the orphanage are growing somewhat worried about her.
*Hello Yvonne, Theren might be disappearing for good and it's got me worried. I'm good, though, how are you?*
Merabelle walks over to the door, knocking on it softly, "Sweetheart, I ain't gonna break this door down unless I have ta, but ya've been in there fer a real long time, can ya tell me why?"
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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.'
*Gooooooooooood morning, Lord's Rest Inn! How are y'all doing today?*
Omori still hasn't left her room of the orphanage. The occasional sounds of rustling paper and hushed mutterings can be heard through the door. Some of the others at the orphanage are growing somewhat worried about her.
*Hello Yvonne, Theren might be disappearing for good and it's got me worried. I'm good, though, how are you?*
Merabelle walks over to the door, knocking on it softly, "Sweetheart, I ain't gonna break this door down unless I have ta, but ya've been in there fer a real long time, can ya tell me why?"
*I'm doing alright- not fantastic, but certainly not bad either.*
She can hear her jumping back slightly at the sound of her knocking, startled by the sound. "I- I'm trying to fix something." She responds through the door. "I made a mistake, and I'm trying to fix it before... before it gets worse."
*Gooooooooooood morning, Lord's Rest Inn! How are y'all doing today?*
Omori still hasn't left her room of the orphanage. The occasional sounds of rustling paper and hushed mutterings can be heard through the door. Some of the others at the orphanage are growing somewhat worried about her.
Helianth is on the upper deck of the Spelljammer, a cup of tea in its gnarled hands as it looks out at Lord's Point. It's not really sure what to do anymore, now that it's hunger has been quelled for good. For now, at least, it's taking some time to think.
*(Horns hand sign)*
Atticus walks into the orphanage, gently strumming his lightning guitar.
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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.
*Gooooooooooood morning, Lord's Rest Inn! How are y'all doing today?*
Omori still hasn't left her room of the orphanage. The occasional sounds of rustling paper and hushed mutterings can be heard through the door. Some of the others at the orphanage are growing somewhat worried about her.
*Hello Yvonne, Theren might be disappearing for good and it's got me worried. I'm good, though, how are you?*
Merabelle walks over to the door, knocking on it softly, "Sweetheart, I ain't gonna break this door down unless I have ta, but ya've been in there fer a real long time, can ya tell me why?"
*I'm doing alright- not fantastic, but certainly not bad either.*
She can hear her jumping back slightly at the sound of her knocking, startled by the sound. "I- I'm trying to fix something." She responds through the door. "I made a mistake, and I'm trying to fix it before... before it gets worse."
*That sounds good enough to be good.*
She sighs, "Can I come inside an' see what yer tryin' ta fix? Ya know I'm here fer ya, an' I'll always be here fer ya, so how 'bout ya let me help?" She asks, holding the door knob in case she needs to break it open.
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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.'
*Gooooooooooood morning, Lord's Rest Inn! How are y'all doing today?*
Omori still hasn't left her room of the orphanage. The occasional sounds of rustling paper and hushed mutterings can be heard through the door. Some of the others at the orphanage are growing somewhat worried about her.
*Hello Yvonne, Theren might be disappearing for good and it's got me worried. I'm good, though, how are you?*
Merabelle walks over to the door, knocking on it softly, "Sweetheart, I ain't gonna break this door down unless I have ta, but ya've been in there fer a real long time, can ya tell me why?"
*I'm doing alright- not fantastic, but certainly not bad either.*
She can hear her jumping back slightly at the sound of her knocking, startled by the sound. "I- I'm trying to fix something." She responds through the door. "I made a mistake, and I'm trying to fix it before... before it gets worse."
*That sounds good enough to be good.*
She sighs, "Can I come inside an' see what yer tryin' ta fix? Ya know I'm here fer ya, an' I'll always be here fer ya, so how 'bout ya let me help?" She asks, holding the door knob in case she needs to break it open.
There is a long silence as she thinks of her answer. "...Okay. But just... keep your distance, okay? I don't know if this can spread." The door unlocks, followed by the sound of her quickly retreating to the other side of the room.
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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)
There is a long silence as she thinks of her answer. "...Okay. But just... keep your distance, okay? I don't know if this can spread." The door unlocks, followed by the sound of her quickly retreating to the other side of the room.
She walks inside, closing the door behind her and sitting at the door, looking over to them with a sad expression before see even notices the difference in them.
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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.'
*Gooooooooooood morning, Lord's Rest Inn! How are y'all doing today?*
Omori still hasn't left her room of the orphanage. The occasional sounds of rustling paper and hushed mutterings can be heard through the door. Some of the others at the orphanage are growing somewhat worried about her.
Helianth is on the upper deck of the Spelljammer, a cup of tea in its gnarled hands as it looks out at Lord's Point. It's not really sure what to do anymore, now that it's hunger has been quelled for good. For now, at least, it's taking some time to think.
*(Horns hand sign)*
Atticus walks into the orphanage, gently strumming his lightning guitar.
He can faintly hear the sounds of papers moving and hushed speaking from her room. "Why did I look? I shouldn't have looked..." Is the only complete phrase that's entirely audible.
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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)
There is a long silence as she thinks of her answer. "...Okay. But just... keep your distance, okay? I don't know if this can spread." The door unlocks, followed by the sound of her quickly retreating to the other side of the room.
She walks inside, closing the door behind her and sitting at the door, looking over to them with a sad expression before see even notices the difference in them.
Omori is sitting on her bed in the corner of the room. She's wearing the large sweater and sunhat from her days as the Traitor, and seems to be trying to conceal herself. "I went to the Observatory with a friend a few days ago. That's where it started, I think."
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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)
There is a long silence as she thinks of her answer. "...Okay. But just... keep your distance, okay? I don't know if this can spread." The door unlocks, followed by the sound of her quickly retreating to the other side of the room.
She walks inside, closing the door behind her and sitting at the door, looking over to them with a sad expression before see even notices the difference in them.
Omori is sitting on her bed in the corner of the room. She's wearing the large sweater and sunhat from her days as the Traitor, and seems to be trying to conceal herself. "I went to the Observatory with a friend a few days ago. That's where it started, I think."
"Take off the sweater an' the sunhat." She doesn't ask, she tells them to, it might be the first time shes used that tone with Omori "I ain't gonna get anythin' I ain't already have a plan for. The Observatory? Ya shoulda told 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.'
*Hello Yvonne, Theren might be disappearing for good and it's got me worried. I'm good, though, how are you?*
Merabelle walks over to the door, knocking on it softly, "Sweetheart, I ain't gonna break this door down unless I have ta, but ya've been in there fer a real long time, can ya tell me why?"
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.)
"Dear, what are you worried about, you cant keep your feelings to yourself."
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.)
"Im worried im not gonna be a good dad..."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She runs a hand along the side of their body, "If you're half as good as you are as a husband, you'll be the best father in the world."
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'm doing alright- not fantastic, but certainly not bad either.*
She can hear her jumping back slightly at the sound of her knocking, startled by the sound. "I- I'm trying to fix something." She responds through the door. "I made a mistake, and I'm trying to fix it before... before it gets worse."
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)
*(Horns hand sign)*
Atticus walks into the orphanage, gently strumming his lightning guitar.
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 good enough to be good.*
She sighs, "Can I come inside an' see what yer tryin' ta fix? Ya know I'm here fer ya, an' I'll always be here fer ya, so how 'bout ya let me help?" She asks, holding the door knob in case she needs to break it open.
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.)
He sighs, leaning on her. "I hope your right."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"I know I'm right, and you know I am too." She kisses him as they continue to dance.
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.)
Atticus changes his tune to match Uzui's as the guards buzz off.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He lets the music go, playing cords with a smile "Hello again, good to see you once 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.)
There is a long silence as she thinks of her answer. "...Okay. But just... keep your distance, okay? I don't know if this can spread." The door unlocks, followed by the sound of her quickly retreating to the other side of the room.
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 walks inside, closing the door behind her and sitting at the door, looking over to them with a sad expression before see even notices the difference in them.
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.)
He nods, slowly dancing still
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He can faintly hear the sounds of papers moving and hushed speaking from her room. "Why did I look? I shouldn't have looked..." Is the only complete phrase that's entirely audible.
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)
"Dear? Can you... forge me some new armor?"
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.)
He smiles back, turning down the volume. "You too. How've you been?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Bored, wasting my days away doing nothing worth doing, but that is the way things are."
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.)
Omori is sitting on her bed in the corner of the room. She's wearing the large sweater and sunhat from her days as the Traitor, and seems to be trying to conceal herself. "I went to the Observatory with a friend a few days ago. That's where it started, I think."
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)
"Take off the sweater an' the sunhat." She doesn't ask, she tells them to, it might be the first time shes used that tone with Omori "I ain't gonna get anythin' I ain't already have a plan for. The Observatory? Ya shoulda told 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.)