*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.
Omori seems entirely serious about this as well, just looking down at the floor to avoid making eye contact. She at one point gets the unusual thought that maybe she should look up at her, but quickly recognizes that it wasn't her thinking and chooses not to act on 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)
*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.
Omori seems entirely serious about this as well, just looking down at the floor to avoid making eye contact. She at one point gets the unusual thought that maybe she should look up at her, but quickly recognizes that it wasn't her thinking and chooses not to act on it.
She notices the idea cross their face, and sighs. After a moment the paintings are done, and delicately she holds up the spoon as the runes begin to glow, soothing them and concentrating the power into the extra eyes, she softly plucks them out, the wounds immediately sealing with a rush of pain before she begins to work on the nails, with each piece gone a fraction of the memory begins to fade with it, until there is nothing left of it, just a hole where it once was. Why did she go to the observatory again? She cant remember.
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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.'
Omori seems entirely serious about this as well, just looking down at the floor to avoid making eye contact. She at one point gets the unusual thought that maybe she should look up at her, but quickly recognizes that it wasn't her thinking and chooses not to act on it.
She notices the idea cross their face, and sighs. After a moment the paintings are done, and delicately she holds up the spoon as the runes begin to glow, soothing them and concentrating the power into the extra eyes, she softly plucks them out, the wounds immediately sealing with a rush of pain before she begins to work on the nails, with each piece gone a fraction of the memory begins to fade with it, until there is nothing left of it, just a hole where it once was. Why did she go to the observatory again? She cant remember.
She flinches slightly at each brief flash of pain from each excised aberrant eye, but does her best to hold very still through the entire process. After it's all over, she's back to normal- there's some slight scarring where the magic healed the holes in her face where the eyes once were, but no other real indication that the curse had changed her in any way. She notices the removed eyes, and seems confused for a moment. She knows they had to be removed because of something... something was wrong... it started... she can't remember. Maybe it's best that she doesn't.
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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)
Omori seems entirely serious about this as well, just looking down at the floor to avoid making eye contact. She at one point gets the unusual thought that maybe she should look up at her, but quickly recognizes that it wasn't her thinking and chooses not to act on it.
She notices the idea cross their face, and sighs. After a moment the paintings are done, and delicately she holds up the spoon as the runes begin to glow, soothing them and concentrating the power into the extra eyes, she softly plucks them out, the wounds immediately sealing with a rush of pain before she begins to work on the nails, with each piece gone a fraction of the memory begins to fade with it, until there is nothing left of it, just a hole where it once was. Why did she go to the observatory again? She cant remember.
She flinches slightly at each brief flash of pain from each excised aberrant eye, but does her best to hold very still through the entire process. After it's all over, she's back to normal- there's some slight scarring where the magic healed the holes in her face where the eyes once were, but no other real indication that the curse had changed her in any way. She notices the removed eyes, and seems confused for a moment. She knows they had to be removed because of something... something was wrong... it started... she can't remember. Maybe it's best that she doesn't.
She kisses them on the forehead and holds them close as she puts the eyes away, a little bit of her wants to keep one, maybe it could be powerful... maybe she could learn something by looking into it, she shakes away the idea, rubbing their back, "I don't want ya goin' back ta the Observatory, okay? Don't ask why, just don't." She sits down next to 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.'
She flinches slightly at each brief flash of pain from each excised aberrant eye, but does her best to hold very still through the entire process. After it's all over, she's back to normal- there's some slight scarring where the magic healed the holes in her face where the eyes once were, but no other real indication that the curse had changed her in any way. She notices the removed eyes, and seems confused for a moment. She knows they had to be removed because of something... something was wrong... it started... she can't remember. Maybe it's best that she doesn't.
She kisses them on the forehead and holds them close as she puts the eyes away, a little bit of her wants to keep one, maybe it could be powerful... maybe she could learn something by looking into it, she shakes away the idea, rubbing their back, "I don't want ya goin' back ta the Observatory, okay? Don't ask why, just don't." She sits down next to them.
Her attention is also drawn towards the eyes for a second... there's an odd shimmering to them... it's almost beautiful... But she too dismisses the idea- some part of her tells her it wouldn't end well. "Okay, I won't. I promise."
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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)
Her attention is also drawn towards the eyes for a second... there's an odd shimmering to them... it's almost beautiful... But she too dismisses the idea- some part of her tells her it wouldn't end well. "Okay, I won't. I promise."
"Don't look into the eyes, they are temptin', I know, but yer gonna become a better star druid another way, okay?" She says, giving them another kiss before getting up, "I'm gonna help make lunch."
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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.'
Her attention is also drawn towards the eyes for a second... there's an odd shimmering to them... it's almost beautiful... But she too dismisses the idea- some part of her tells her it wouldn't end well. "Okay, I won't. I promise."
"Don't look into the eyes, they are temptin', I know, but yer gonna become a better star druid another way, okay?" She says, giving them another kiss before getting up, "I'm gonna help make lunch."
"Okay, understood. I don't need them anyway- I'm going to get better at magic, and I'm going to stay myself while I do it." She tiredly hops up from the bed- while the curse has been lifted, her exhaustion remains. "I can help too, if you want."
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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)
Omori seems entirely serious about this as well, just looking down at the floor to avoid making eye contact. She at one point gets the unusual thought that maybe she should look up at her, but quickly recognizes that it wasn't her thinking and chooses not to act on 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)
"Alright. Lets go."
"They might have burned his body..." he mumbles
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She notices the idea cross their face, and sighs. After a moment the paintings are done, and delicately she holds up the spoon as the runes begin to glow, soothing them and concentrating the power into the extra eyes, she softly plucks them out, the wounds immediately sealing with a rush of pain before she begins to work on the nails, with each piece gone a fraction of the memory begins to fade with it, until there is nothing left of it, just a hole where it once was. Why did she go to the observatory again? She cant remember.
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 walks outside, his rapier appearing in his hand, 30ft away from them. (Does Theren have Truesight?) Init:19
"Welp, reincarnation then. They didn't trap his soul in a bottle 'er nothin' right?"
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.)
*Yes*
Init: 22 He just raises his fists. "Ready for a beatdown?"
"I dont know..."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Well then Damian is screwed, his whole thing is deception and trickery and blowing you up.*
"Well, we'll have ta see." She begins to make a magic circle, "Wait, aren't ya an elf? If yer in yer 30's, that makes ya like... 7-12 in elf years."
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 flinches slightly at each brief flash of pain from each excised aberrant eye, but does her best to hold very still through the entire process. After it's all over, she's back to normal- there's some slight scarring where the magic healed the holes in her face where the eyes once were, but no other real indication that the curse had changed her in any way. She notices the removed eyes, and seems confused for a moment. She knows they had to be removed because of something... something was wrong... it started... she can't remember. Maybe it's best that she doesn't.
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)
*Yup*
Theren channels the new gods powers as he prepares to attack.
He nods. "yes, why?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She kisses them on the forehead and holds them close as she puts the eyes away, a little bit of her wants to keep one, maybe it could be powerful... maybe she could learn something by looking into it, she shakes away the idea, rubbing their back, "I don't want ya goin' back ta the Observatory, okay? Don't ask why, just don't." She sits down next to 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.)
Damian decides not to hold back, Wisdom save as he casts Reality Break. DC 18
"That's... sad, I'm sorry fer ya, I grew up without a mama 'er a papa too."
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 SUMMON JEFF*
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
"Yeah okay. I got it now." WIS: 17
He fidgets with his case
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Her attention is also drawn towards the eyes for a second... there's an odd shimmering to them... it's almost beautiful... But she too dismisses the idea- some part of her tells her it wouldn't end well. "Okay, I won't. I promise."
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)
*Oh my goodness, just barely a fail.* Effect:5
"I doubt I'm going to win, but this is going to be fun."
She pats their head, "Where's yer security?"
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 smiles. "my mind doesnt work like others." he says, clapping his hands with a boom. He casts counterspell on the reality break.
He shrugs. "I dunno..."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*I'm assuming at 8th level.*
Damian curses as his entire turn was wasted and he can't cast that spell again "Well that doesn't bode well for me."
"Want me to go find them fer ya?"
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.)
"Don't look into the eyes, they are temptin', I know, but yer gonna become a better star druid another way, okay?" She says, giving them another kiss before getting up, "I'm gonna help make lunch."
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.)
*Yeppers. Also, what are damiens brothers powers.*
Theren channels the new gods power and throws a punch. Attack: 15 Damage: 18
"Okay...ill stay here..."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Okay, understood. I don't need them anyway- I'm going to get better at magic, and I'm going to stay myself while I do it." She tiredly hops up from the bed- while the curse has been lifted, her exhaustion remains. "I can help too, if you want."
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)
*You'll have to talk with Sanviento to find out. Also, 2d8 extra radiant damage when channeling.*
He takes the punch to the jaw before putting a red ball on Theren's chest and Far Stepping away.
She pats them one more time before going out to find 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.)