"I understand. I can give you as much time as you need. I'll be waiting for you."
"No other-" he sputters. "Because you haven't looked, idiot! You didn't even consider the possibility that you could be wrong!"
"Tell me if you get tired of waiting, that you refuse to anymore.. I don't want you suffering because of me," he said, gently pressing his teeth against Atticu's forehead.
"Have you considered that one piece of media is not enough? That this is the only document that you have provided?" he asks
"I doubt you have that kind of power, babe." He leans into it.
"Have you considered that I didn't bring an entire bookshelf here?" He growls. "But fine. If you want to remain ignorant and not take the time to look past your comfort zone and search for the truth, I can't stop you... I can just kill you."
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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.
"I understand. I can give you as much time as you need. I'll be waiting for you."
"No other-" he sputters. "Because you haven't looked, idiot! You didn't even consider the possibility that you could be wrong!"
"Tell me if you get tired of waiting, that you refuse to anymore.. I don't want you suffering because of me," he said, gently pressing his teeth against Atticu's forehead.
"Have you considered that one piece of media is not enough? That this is the only document that you have provided?" he asks
"I doubt you have that kind of power, babe." He leans into it.
"Have you considered that I didn't bring an entire bookshelf here?" He growls. "But fine. If you want to remain ignorant and not take the time to look past your comfort zone and search for the truth, I can't stop you... I can just kill you."
He smiles slightly and holds them a moment more.
"You can try. Men before have tried, heretics and those who seem to harbor hate in their art."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
"I doubt you have that kind of power, babe." He leans into it.
"Have you considered that I didn't bring an entire bookshelf here?" He growls. "But fine. If you want to remain ignorant and not take the time to look past your comfort zone and search for the truth, I can't stop you... I can just kill you."
He smiles slightly and holds them a moment more.
"You can try. Men before have tried, heretics and those who seem to harbor hate in their art."
*good place to end?*
He grabs the cursed stone hooks where the statue was and ties them to the ends of his rope. "Well, you'll probably live. Won't be pleasant though." Suddenly, Luciano falls through a portal and is in front of the church, with the hooks running through his hands and catching him as he falls. He hangs above the doorway like a banner. The ropes begin to pull. Atticus watches from the ground, slowly winding a music box.
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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.
"Understood. How have your siblings been?" He closes his eye and rests there.
"I love cooking, especially for friends!" The cooler is much larger on the inside. He pulls out a Rathalos steak. Or part of one, at least. Small enough to cook without special equipment.
"From the letters they have written, struggling, unfortunately. Mother and Father get less and less merciful by the day."
He looks at the Rathalos steak and smiles, sitting down, criss cross apple sauce, "Thank you uncle, you're just as nice as Rag said you were."
"Perhaps I could talk to them and leave them with a warning if that matters to you."
"Thank you! Did he tell you to call me uncle?" He looks through his utensils to find his biggest frying pan.
"No no, do what you want. I wouldn't be able to stop you, and I'm not sure I want to." He takes out his Roan and begins playing.
"Yep, do you want me to not call you uncle?" He helps them look, humming as he does.
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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 afternoon, my lovely creatures and cryptids!*
The Architect is in the chamber underneath the Faceless Fair's central gallery, preparing the large machine she constructed in the room's center. A single of those porcelain marbles sits in the giant tank at the engine's heart.
Helianth is on the upper deck of the Starshredder, admiring the view of the region below as the ship drifts through the skies with the droning hum of sun-fed engines.
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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 afternoon, my lovely creatures and cryptids!*
The Architect is in the chamber underneath the Faceless Fair's central gallery, preparing the large machine she constructed in the room's center. A single of those porcelain marbles sits in the giant tank at the engine's heart.
Helianth is on the upper deck of the Starshredder, admiring the view of the region below as the ship drifts through the skies with the droning hum of sun-fed engines.
*Yvonne, good to see you.*
They are able to see... something seemingly expanding on the other side of the Fair, raising into the sky is that black tar so easily recognizable, it grows and grows and grows like an ever expanding balloon.
They hear the door to the ship open and close as Tim returns, sitting down on the couch and beginning to read in silence. He hasn't spoken much since he became what he now is, holding the remainder of the vial with him at all times.
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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 afternoon, my lovely creatures and cryptids!*
The Architect is in the chamber underneath the Faceless Fair's central gallery, preparing the large machine she constructed in the room's center. A single of those porcelain marbles sits in the giant tank at the engine's heart.
Helianth is on the upper deck of the Starshredder, admiring the view of the region below as the ship drifts through the skies with the droning hum of sun-fed engines.
*Yvonne, good to see you.*
They are able to see... something seemingly expanding on the other side of the Fair, raising into the sky is that black tar so easily recognizable, it grows and grows and grows like an ever expanding balloon.
They hear the door to the ship open and close as Tim returns, sitting down on the couch and beginning to read in silence. He hasn't spoken much since he became what he now is, holding the remainder of the vial with him at all times.
She looks up through the window of the room, seeing the underside of the Fair floating through its sea of horrific miasma and then seeing the ever-growing tar blotting out the realm's crimson sky. She quickly scurries up through hallways and ventilation shafts, a swarm of myriad grasping arms weaving through the maze with unnatural swiftness. After a few seconds, she pours forth from a storm drain in the Fair's streets and quickly goes to see what's happening.
The angel of emptiness heads inside, going over to Tim and 'sitting' a short distance from him, coiling up its roots. "Tim, is... is everything alright?" It asks, genuine concern in its booming yet soft-spoken voice.
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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 looks up through the window of the room, seeing the underside of the Fair floating through its sea of horrific miasma and then seeing the ever-growing tar blotting out the realm's crimson sky. She quickly scurries up through hallways and ventilation shafts, a swarm of myriad grasping arms weaving through the maze with unnatural swiftness. After a few seconds, she pours forth from a storm drain in the Fair's streets and quickly goes to see what's happening.
The angel of emptiness heads inside, going over to Tim and 'sitting' a short distance from him, coiling up its roots. "Tim, is... is everything alright?" It asks, genuine concern in its booming yet soft-spoken voice.
They seem to find Henry, and after a moment the tar begins compacting, shrinking back together until Henry's form begins to change. At first the tar shifts and shapes until he's the same size as her. beginning to replicate her until even a black mask forms on his face, the only difference being the rings on their fingers.
He looks up to them, his eyes swirling with power that he once had. He clings to his magic book. He nods at them, scooting closer to hug them, not using any of the truly divine strength he has.
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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.'
*Does anyone want to rp, I can assume not, but I may be wrong.*
*Wendi?*
*Hey there, sorry, I had to drive home.*
*Eh, no need to be sorry for having to do something. Wanna rp?*
*Course! Who you want?*
*I mean, whoever you feel like playing, do you want anyone?*
*I have no preference tbh, I'll take whoever.*
*Uhhhhhh here I guess.*
Grimes is looking for getting himself a home, considering he still doesn't have one. He doesn't have much money, but he does have a dream of having a home.
Merabelle is sitting in her recliner at the orphanage, pondering her relationship with Edwin, and everything she has had to deal with recently.
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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 looks up through the window of the room, seeing the underside of the Fair floating through its sea of horrific miasma and then seeing the ever-growing tar blotting out the realm's crimson sky. She quickly scurries up through hallways and ventilation shafts, a swarm of myriad grasping arms weaving through the maze with unnatural swiftness. After a few seconds, she pours forth from a storm drain in the Fair's streets and quickly goes to see what's happening.
The angel of emptiness heads inside, going over to Tim and 'sitting' a short distance from him, coiling up its roots. "Tim, is... is everything alright?" It asks, genuine concern in its booming yet soft-spoken voice.
They seem to find Henry, and after a moment the tar begins compacting, shrinking back together until Henry's form begins to change. At first the tar shifts and shapes until he's the same size as her. beginning to replicate her until even a black mask forms on his face, the only difference being the rings on their fingers.
He looks up to them, his eyes swirling with power that he once had. He clings to his magic book. He nods at them, scooting closer to hug them, not using any of the truly divine strength he has.
She approaches slightly, her mask shifting to its smiling expression. "You've grown quite a bit stronger, by the looks of it." She starts, taking one of his clawed gauntlet hands with two of her own. "I'm guessing your research had a breakthrough?"
It hugs him back, two of its wretched arms gently wrapping around him, being careful about their thorns. It doesn't say anything else right now, just comforting its son.
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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)
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"I doubt you have that kind of power, babe." He leans into it.
"Have you considered that I didn't bring an entire bookshelf here?" He growls. "But fine. If you want to remain ignorant and not take the time to look past your comfort zone and search for the truth, I can't stop you... I can just kill you."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He smiles slightly and holds them a moment more.
"You can try. Men before have tried, heretics and those who seem to harbor hate in their art."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
He hears some loud punk rock music from above.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Curious, Drilin climbs out of the sewer
*wanna rp on the nightmare place as well? Feeling kinda bad as I've not allowed the hunt to go ahead as I've been off a lot*
🍅 PM me the word 'tomato' 🍅 Extended Signature Musk Sucks, Quit X!
*good place to end?*
He grabs the cursed stone hooks where the statue was and ties them to the ends of his rope. "Well, you'll probably live. Won't be pleasant though." Suddenly, Luciano falls through a portal and is in front of the church, with the hooks running through his hands and catching him as he falls. He hangs above the doorway like a banner. The ropes begin to pull. Atticus watches from the ground, slowly winding a music box.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Actually, I'm sorry, I think I should take a break for a short while. Get some light exercise, maybe read or something.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*all good! take your time love.*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"No no, do what you want. I wouldn't be able to stop you, and I'm not sure I want to." He takes out his Roan and begins playing.
"Yep, do you want me to not call you uncle?" He helps them look, humming as he does.
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.)
*Wendi?*
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 there, sorry, I had to drive home.*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Eh, no need to be sorry for having to do something. Wanna rp?*
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 afternoon, my lovely creatures and cryptids!*
The Architect is in the chamber underneath the Faceless Fair's central gallery, preparing the large machine she constructed in the room's center. A single of those porcelain marbles sits in the giant tank at the engine's heart.
Helianth is on the upper deck of the Starshredder, admiring the view of the region below as the ship drifts through the skies with the droning hum of sun-fed engines.
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)
*Yvonne, good to see you.*
They are able to see... something seemingly expanding on the other side of the Fair, raising into the sky is that black tar so easily recognizable, it grows and grows and grows like an ever expanding balloon.
They hear the door to the ship open and close as Tim returns, sitting down on the couch and beginning to read in silence. He hasn't spoken much since he became what he now is, holding the remainder of the vial with him at all times.
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.)
*Course! Who you want?*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*I mean, whoever you feel like playing, do you want anyone?*
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 looks up through the window of the room, seeing the underside of the Fair floating through its sea of horrific miasma and then seeing the ever-growing tar blotting out the realm's crimson sky. She quickly scurries up through hallways and ventilation shafts, a swarm of myriad grasping arms weaving through the maze with unnatural swiftness. After a few seconds, she pours forth from a storm drain in the Fair's streets and quickly goes to see what's happening.
The angel of emptiness heads inside, going over to Tim and 'sitting' a short distance from him, coiling up its roots. "Tim, is... is everything alright?" It asks, genuine concern in its booming yet soft-spoken voice.
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)
They seem to find Henry, and after a moment the tar begins compacting, shrinking back together until Henry's form begins to change. At first the tar shifts and shapes until he's the same size as her. beginning to replicate her until even a black mask forms on his face, the only difference being the rings on their fingers.
He looks up to them, his eyes swirling with power that he once had. He clings to his magic book. He nods at them, scooting closer to hug them, not using any of the truly divine strength he has.
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 have no preference tbh, I'll take whoever.*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Uhhhhhh here I guess.*
Grimes is looking for getting himself a home, considering he still doesn't have one. He doesn't have much money, but he does have a dream of having a home.
Merabelle is sitting in her recliner at the orphanage, pondering her relationship with Edwin, and everything she has had to deal with recently.
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 approaches slightly, her mask shifting to its smiling expression. "You've grown quite a bit stronger, by the looks of it." She starts, taking one of his clawed gauntlet hands with two of her own. "I'm guessing your research had a breakthrough?"
It hugs him back, two of its wretched arms gently wrapping around him, being careful about their thorns. It doesn't say anything else right now, just comforting its son.
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)