*Good morning, laddies, lasses, and lassos! How are thou today?*
Omori has been awake all night again trying to find some way she can slow the effects of her curse, but to no avail. She is currently still in her room, not wanting to risk accidentally spreading its corruption to anyone else.
Helianth... isn't doing much of anything, actually. It's just standing there outside the Spelljammer, deep in thought. It's not even consuming sunlight.
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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 morning, laddies, lasses, and lassos! How are thou today?*
Omori has been awake all night again trying to find some way she can slow the effects of her curse, but to no avail. She is currently still in her room, not wanting to risk accidentally spreading its corruption to anyone else.
*Heya Yvonne, wish we coulda rped more yesterday.*
Merabelle knocks on the door, knocking in a way Omori knows it's her from the sound. A soothing druidic presence fills the room, coming from Merabelle to calm them down.
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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 morning, laddies, lasses, and lassos! How are thou today?*
Omori has been awake all night again trying to find some way she can slow the effects of her curse, but to no avail. She is currently still in her room, not wanting to risk accidentally spreading its corruption to anyone else.
*Heya Yvonne, wish we coulda rped more yesterday.*
Merabelle knocks on the door, knocking in a way Omori knows it's her from the sound. A soothing druidic presence fills the room, coming from Merabelle to calm them down.
*Hey, Jester! Sorry we couldn't rp more yesterday- today I should have more time, though.*
Her panicking does seem to calm down, though that's more from her knowing that Merabelle is there than the magic itself. "Hi, Mom." She says through the door, her voice slightly hoarse. "I... I think it's gotten worse."
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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 morning, laddies, lasses, and lassos! How are thou today?*
Omori has been awake all night again trying to find some way she can slow the effects of her curse, but to no avail. She is currently still in her room, not wanting to risk accidentally spreading its corruption to anyone else.
*Heya Yvonne, wish we coulda rped more yesterday.*
Merabelle knocks on the door, knocking in a way Omori knows it's her from the sound. A soothing druidic presence fills the room, coming from Merabelle to calm them down.
*Hey, Jester! Sorry we couldn't rp more yesterday- today I should have more time, though.*
Her panicking does seem to calm down, though that's more from her knowing that Merabelle is there than the magic itself. "Hi, Mom." She says through the door, her voice slightly hoarse. "I... I think it's gotten worse."
*That is going to be good, hope we can, I want Mavis to meet Natasha eventually at the campfire.*
She nods, opening the door a crack before going inside, closing the door behind "Well, I've got the cure, an' I ain't gonna let my favorite shadow daughter get hurt again." The first part is joking, as she sits down, "I'm gonna need ya ta sit on yer bed."
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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 morning, laddies, lasses, and lassos! How are thou today?*
Omori has been awake all night again trying to find some way she can slow the effects of her curse, but to no avail. She is currently still in her room, not wanting to risk accidentally spreading its corruption to anyone else.
*Heya Yvonne, wish we coulda rped more yesterday.*
Merabelle knocks on the door, knocking in a way Omori knows it's her from the sound. A soothing druidic presence fills the room, coming from Merabelle to calm them down.
*Hey, Jester! Sorry we couldn't rp more yesterday- today I should have more time, though.*
Her panicking does seem to calm down, though that's more from her knowing that Merabelle is there than the magic itself. "Hi, Mom." She says through the door, her voice slightly hoarse. "I... I think it's gotten worse."
*That is going to be good, hope we can, I want Mavis to meet Natasha eventually at the campfire.*
She nods, opening the door a crack before going inside, closing the door behind "Well, I've got the cure, an' I ain't gonna let my favorite shadow daughter get hurt again." The first part is joking, as she sits down, "I'm gonna need ya ta sit on yer bed."
*If you want, I can also add an interaction for Mavis onto this one so she and Natasha can meet.*
Omori is already sitting on the bed when she opens the door- her condition has indeed gotten worse from what Merabelle can see. Those bumps on her forehead from the previous day have opened up into another two eyes, and thin, pointed claws can be seen sticking out from the overly-long sleeves of her sweater. She chuckles a bit at the first part. "I know- Atticus told me a bit about what'll need to happen."
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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)
*If you want, I can also add an interaction for Mavis onto this one so she and Natasha can meet.*
Omori is already sitting on the bed when she opens the door- her condition has indeed gotten worse from what Merabelle can see. Those bumps on her forehead from the previous day have opened up into another two eyes, and thin, pointed claws can be seen sticking out from the overly-long sleeves of her sweater. She chuckles a bit at the first part. "I know- Atticus told me a bit about what'll need to happen."
*No no, it's fine,, I'll save that for later.*
She walks over to them, making sure not to make direct eye contact, running her hand over their face softly before beginning to smear magical components on their face, around the extra eyes and on their hands. She's entirely serious as she works on the ritual to remove the sight from their memory, along with the changes that have formed on their body.
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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.'
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
"Do you want to have it? I don't want this guy anymore."
"Do you want to sleep on me, dear?"
She nods, walking into her room and gesturing for them to follow.
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. Can i consume him? And like, get his powers?"
He nods, passing out
He walks with her, looking at the ground
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He puts the bottle on the counter, "I don't know, maybe, he's a [gp] though."
She sighs, holding them with her.
She sits down on her bed, grabbing one of her books on the Forest of Dreams "I'm gonna help yer home."
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.)
Theren picks it up and swallows him.
He stays asleep for hours.
"How...?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
They fill with the divine power of Justice as Damian chuckles.
Eventually Ana falls asleep, sighing.
"I'm gonna get as close as I can ta inside, an' go help get yer papa outta there."
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 morning, laddies, lasses, and lassos! How are thou today?*
Omori has been awake all night again trying to find some way she can slow the effects of her curse, but to no avail. She is currently still in her room, not wanting to risk accidentally spreading its corruption to anyone else.
Helianth... isn't doing much of anything, actually. It's just standing there outside the Spelljammer, deep in thought. It's not even consuming sunlight.
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)
*Heya Yvonne, wish we coulda rped more yesterday.*
Merabelle knocks on the door, knocking in a way Omori knows it's her from the sound. A soothing druidic presence fills the room, coming from Merabelle to calm them down.
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 tasted ok."
*good place to end?*
He shakes his head, eyes watering with tears
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*If you want to end there.*
"That's what she said." He says as he sips some water, "Oh and I'm kicking my alcohol addiction."
"I'm gonna help, that's final. Ya don't have ta come, ya don't have ta do anythin', but yer gettin' yer dad back."
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.)
*Hey, Jester! Sorry we couldn't rp more yesterday- today I should have more time, though.*
Her panicking does seem to calm down, though that's more from her knowing that Merabelle is there than the magic itself. "Hi, Mom." She says through the door, her voice slightly hoarse. "I... I think it's gotten 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)
*That is going to be good, hope we can, I want Mavis to meet Natasha eventually at the campfire.*
She nods, opening the door a crack before going inside, closing the door behind "Well, I've got the cure, an' I ain't gonna let my favorite shadow daughter get hurt again." The first part is joking, as she sits down, "I'm gonna need ya ta sit on yer bed."
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.)
*id like to*
"Nice job man." he says, burping a bit. "So what was your brothers powers?"
"Father.....fathers dead...." he says softly, wiping his eyes
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"I don't know, he's a sorcerer, and a smart one at that, made the bottle, made the ritual. He's always has a knack for soul magic."
She sighs, putting the book away and grabbing a different one "How long has he been dead?"
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.)
"Cool. More stuff to test out. Hope he pairs well with the Nameless God." he says, flexing his hands.
"I saw him die when i left a week ago..."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*If you want, I can also add an interaction for Mavis onto this one so she and Natasha can meet.*
Omori is already sitting on the bed when she opens the door- her condition has indeed gotten worse from what Merabelle can see. Those bumps on her forehead from the previous day have opened up into another two eyes, and thin, pointed claws can be seen sticking out from the overly-long sleeves of her sweater. She chuckles a bit at the first part. "I know- Atticus told me a bit about what'll need to happen."
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 gets up from his chair, smiling "I hope it works out for you, finally good to get him out of my hair."
"Okay, good, so he can be brought back. Do ya want him reincarnated ''er in the same form?"
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.)
*No no, it's fine,, I'll save that for later.*
She walks over to them, making sure not to make direct eye contact, running her hand over their face softly before beginning to smear magical components on their face, around the extra eyes and on their hands. She's entirely serious as she works on the ritual to remove the sight from their memory, along with the changes that have formed on their body.
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.)
"wanna help me test them out?" he says, getting off the counter
"W-what?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He rolls his shoulders, "Well... I haven't worked out today, and Saphuno probably wouldn't mind. Sure."
She smiles down at them with her sharp fangs, "I'm gettin' ya yer papa back."
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.)