*Alrighty, I am back from the dead once more! Would anyone amongst thou like to rp?*
*If no one comes back and I begin drowning in rps again I would love to rp with you.*
*Cool! Do you want any specific characters of mine?*
Helianth and Tim are going to have a 'chat'. Other than that, nope, maybe I wanna try one of my new characters, or kill Thorfinn, one of the two.*
*Works with me! Here ya go!*
Helianth is sitting in the grass outside the Inn, deep in thought as it looks up at the sky. There are bones scattered around the god-eater from its previous meals.
Omori is continuing her study of the symbols from when she was cursed, hoping to glean even the faintest bit of non-corrupting information.
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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)
*Alrighty, I am back from the dead once more! Would anyone amongst thou like to rp?*
*If no one comes back and I begin drowning in rps again I would love to rp with you.*
*Cool! Do you want any specific characters of mine?*
Helianth and Tim are going to have a 'chat'. Other than that, nope, maybe I wanna try one of my new characters, or kill Thorfinn, one of the two.*
*Works with me! Here ya go!*
Helianth is sitting in the grass outside the Inn, deep in thought as it looks up at the sky. There are bones scattered around the god-eater from its previous meals.
Omori is continuing her study of the symbols from when she was cursed, hoping to glean even the faintest bit of non-corrupting information.
Tim has been looking for them for quite some time, never happening to be in the same place, but now they land beside Helianth, and they don't seem very happy.
They see what they can discern to be a large man, resting his head on the ground, facing the sun, seemingly praying. He look intimidating from what they can see of him, though it isn't much.
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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.'
*Alrighty, I am back from the dead once more! Would anyone amongst thou like to rp?*
*If no one comes back and I begin drowning in rps again I would love to rp with you.*
*Cool! Do you want any specific characters of mine?*
Helianth and Tim are going to have a 'chat'. Other than that, nope, maybe I wanna try one of my new characters, or kill Thorfinn, one of the two.*
*Works with me! Here ya go!*
Helianth is sitting in the grass outside the Inn, deep in thought as it looks up at the sky. There are bones scattered around the god-eater from its previous meals.
Omori is continuing her study of the symbols from when she was cursed, hoping to glean even the faintest bit of non-corrupting information.
Tim has been looking for them for quite some time, never happening to be in the same place, but now they land beside Helianth, and they don't seem very happy.
They see what they can discern to be a large man, resting his head on the ground, facing the sun, seemingly praying. He look intimidating from what they can see of him, though it isn't much.
It looks over at him as he arrives, seeming happy at first, but it quickly realizes he's not as happy. In its current, wretched state, Tim's angelic power is actually stronger than it. "Hello again, Tim." it starts.
Omori looks up from her papers and notices the man. Her curiosity grows, and she cautiously approaches.
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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)
It looks over at him as he arrives, seeming happy at first, but it quickly realizes he's not as happy. In its current, wretched state, Tim's angelic power is actually stronger than it. "Hello again, Tim." it starts.
Omori looks up from her papers and notices the man. Her curiosity grows, and she cautiously approaches.
He himself appear harsh, angry at them, "Shut up, Helianth. I am angry at you right now." He curls up next to them, leaning against them and closing their eyes, their power suppressing as emotions flood out of them.
They hear the end of the prayer, "And may their ashes return to the great flame of fire. Latom." His voice is deep, probably because half of his mouth has burned shut by something.
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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.'
Zazabell is outside. Dressed in a bright red leather jacket with a black and white checkered collar, paired with similar bright red pants and checkered boots up to his knees. He appears to be drawing in the dirt, a crude picture of a horrible toothy creature eating coins, but that is up to interpretation.
Carrion is planning ways to kill Helanith, the angry god boiling with pure rage over the fact that they had harmed Atticus. Parts of his fleshy body are strung up amongst trees, like he is trying to bind with the forest itself. He has refused to eat since yesterday, focusing on his plans.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Zazabell is outside. Dressed in a bright red leather jacket with a black and white checkered collar, paired with similar bright red pants and checkered boots up to his knees. He appears to be drawing in the dirt, a crude picture of a horrible toothy creature eating coins, but that is up to interpretation.
Carrion is planning ways to kill Helanith, the angry god boiling with pure rage over the fact that they had harmed Atticus. Parts of his fleshy body are strung up amongst trees, like he is trying to bind with the forest itself. He has refused to eat since yesterday, focusing on his plans.
*Do you want anyone for Zazabell, cause I don’t know who to use.*
Uzui decides to visit them, he seems to already know that they haven’t eaten, because he’s brought a veritable meal with him, seemingly made from foods of his homeland, placing it down in front of them, “Eat, I’m not asking, god Carrion.” He sits in front of them, completely serious.
Zazabell is outside. Dressed in a bright red leather jacket with a black and white checkered collar, paired with similar bright red pants and checkered boots up to his knees. He appears to be drawing in the dirt, a crude picture of a horrible toothy creature eating coins, but that is up to interpretation.
Carrion is planning ways to kill Helanith, the angry god boiling with pure rage over the fact that they had harmed Atticus. Parts of his fleshy body are strung up amongst trees, like he is trying to bind with the forest itself. He has refused to eat since yesterday, focusing on his plans.
*Do you want anyone for Zazabell, cause I don’t know who to use.*
Uzui decides to visit them, he seems to already know that they haven’t eaten, because he’s brought a veritable meal with him, seemingly made from foods of his homeland, placing it down in front of them, “Eat, I’m not asking, god Carrion.” He sits in front of them, completely serious.
*Anyone is fine :]*
Carrion hisses and turns around, "I cannot, not at this moment.."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Zazabell is outside. Dressed in a bright red leather jacket with a black and white checkered collar, paired with similar bright red pants and checkered boots up to his knees. He appears to be drawing in the dirt, a crude picture of a horrible toothy creature eating coins, but that is up to interpretation.
Carrion is planning ways to kill Helanith, the angry god boiling with pure rage over the fact that they had harmed Atticus. Parts of his fleshy body are strung up amongst trees, like he is trying to bind with the forest itself. He has refused to eat since yesterday, focusing on his plans.
*Do you want anyone for Zazabell, cause I don’t know who to use.*
Uzui decides to visit them, he seems to already know that they haven’t eaten, because he’s brought a veritable meal with him, seemingly made from foods of his homeland, placing it down in front of them, “Eat, I’m not asking, god Carrion.” He sits in front of them, completely serious.
*Anyone is fine :]*
Carrion hisses and turns around, "I cannot, not at this moment.."
Bluebell wanders over, leaning over their shoulder and looking down at what they are drawing.
He looks at the food, looking back to them, “Yes you can, starving yourself solves nothing. Eat.” He reiterates “I don’t want to force you, and I likely can’t, but that won’t stop me from trying.”
Zazabell is outside. Dressed in a bright red leather jacket with a black and white checkered collar, paired with similar bright red pants and checkered boots up to his knees. He appears to be drawing in the dirt, a crude picture of a horrible toothy creature eating coins, but that is up to interpretation.
Carrion is planning ways to kill Helanith, the angry god boiling with pure rage over the fact that they had harmed Atticus. Parts of his fleshy body are strung up amongst trees, like he is trying to bind with the forest itself. He has refused to eat since yesterday, focusing on his plans.
*Do you want anyone for Zazabell, cause I don’t know who to use.*
Uzui decides to visit them, he seems to already know that they haven’t eaten, because he’s brought a veritable meal with him, seemingly made from foods of his homeland, placing it down in front of them, “Eat, I’m not asking, god Carrion.” He sits in front of them, completely serious.
*Anyone is fine :]*
Carrion hisses and turns around, "I cannot, not at this moment.."
Bluebell wanders over, leaning over their shoulder and looking down at what they are drawing.
He looks at the food, looking back to them, “Yes you can, starving yourself solves nothing. Eat.” He reiterates “I don’t want to force you, and I likely can’t, but that won’t stop me from trying.”
Zazabell turns their head around and grin "Helloooooooo!" they say in a sing-songy voice.
Carrion huffs and moves away from the food and him, rolling his eyes "I need to plan ways as too kill the angel of the void.."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Zazabell is outside. Dressed in a bright red leather jacket with a black and white checkered collar, paired with similar bright red pants and checkered boots up to his knees. He appears to be drawing in the dirt, a crude picture of a horrible toothy creature eating coins, but that is up to interpretation.
Carrion is planning ways to kill Helanith, the angry god boiling with pure rage over the fact that they had harmed Atticus. Parts of his fleshy body are strung up amongst trees, like he is trying to bind with the forest itself. He has refused to eat since yesterday, focusing on his plans.
The drawing is suddenly wiped out, and a faint breeze begins to push the dirt to redraw it, but more beautiful this time.
Cozotz wanders over, then sits down, cleaning his rifle. A not-so-subtle advertisement.
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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.
Zazabell is outside. Dressed in a bright red leather jacket with a black and white checkered collar, paired with similar bright red pants and checkered boots up to his knees. He appears to be drawing in the dirt, a crude picture of a horrible toothy creature eating coins, but that is up to interpretation.
Carrion is planning ways to kill Helanith, the angry god boiling with pure rage over the fact that they had harmed Atticus. Parts of his fleshy body are strung up amongst trees, like he is trying to bind with the forest itself. He has refused to eat since yesterday, focusing on his plans.
*Do you want anyone for Zazabell, cause I don’t know who to use.*
Uzui decides to visit them, he seems to already know that they haven’t eaten, because he’s brought a veritable meal with him, seemingly made from foods of his homeland, placing it down in front of them, “Eat, I’m not asking, god Carrion.” He sits in front of them, completely serious.
*Anyone is fine :]*
Carrion hisses and turns around, "I cannot, not at this moment.."
Bluebell wanders over, leaning over their shoulder and looking down at what they are drawing.
He looks at the food, looking back to them, “Yes you can, starving yourself solves nothing. Eat.” He reiterates “I don’t want to force you, and I likely can’t, but that won’t stop me from trying.”
Zazabell turns their head around and grin "Helloooooooo!" they say in a sing-songy voice.
Carrion huffs and moves away from the food and him, rolling his eyes "I need to plan ways as too kill the angel of the void.."
They tilt their head “Are you… happy? What are you happy about?” He asks, confused by the sing song voice.
“Helianth I assume. You can plan while you eat. Act like an adult, if you want to kill Helianth, I won’t stop you, but if you don’t eat, I’ll try to.”
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"Crimes are business, doing some for creating chaos is entire waste of time and resources." He blows some smoke.
"Necrotic? I think I have something interesting that might help." He reaches into his gear.
Their hand is instantly crushed like it's entirely hollow, before suddenly growing internal mass "Yep! A great detective."
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.)
*Alrighty, I am back from the dead once more! Would anyone amongst thou like to rp?*
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 no one comes back and I begin drowning in rps again I would love to rp with you.*
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! Do you want any specific characters of mine?*
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)
Helianth and Tim are going to have a 'chat'. Other than that, nope, maybe I wanna try one of my new characters, or kill Thorfinn, one of the two.*
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.)
*Works with me! Here ya go!*
Helianth is sitting in the grass outside the Inn, deep in thought as it looks up at the sky. There are bones scattered around the god-eater from its previous meals.
Omori is continuing her study of the symbols from when she was cursed, hoping to glean even the faintest bit of non-corrupting information.
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)
Tim has been looking for them for quite some time, never happening to be in the same place, but now they land beside Helianth, and they don't seem very happy.
They see what they can discern to be a large man, resting his head on the ground, facing the sun, seemingly praying. He look intimidating from what they can see of him, though it isn't much.
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.)
It looks over at him as he arrives, seeming happy at first, but it quickly realizes he's not as happy. In its current, wretched state, Tim's angelic power is actually stronger than it. "Hello again, Tim." it starts.
Omori looks up from her papers and notices the man. Her curiosity grows, and she cautiously approaches.
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 himself appear harsh, angry at them, "Shut up, Helianth. I am angry at you right now." He curls up next to them, leaning against them and closing their eyes, their power suppressing as emotions flood out of them.
They hear the end of the prayer, "And may their ashes return to the great flame of fire. Latom." His voice is deep, probably because half of his mouth has burned shut by something.
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.)
*You here, MaJesterCal?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Heya everybody, I’m back now I suppose. Anybody here?*
*(crashes through wall) I am! (rips you in half affectionately)*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Zazabell is outside. Dressed in a bright red leather jacket with a black and white checkered collar, paired with similar bright red pants and checkered boots up to his knees. He appears to be drawing in the dirt, a crude picture of a horrible toothy creature eating coins, but that is up to interpretation.
Carrion is planning ways to kill Helanith, the angry god boiling with pure rage over the fact that they had harmed Atticus. Parts of his fleshy body are strung up amongst trees, like he is trying to bind with the forest itself. He has refused to eat since yesterday, focusing on his plans.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Ah! Hello again, Baalze. (Pieces myself back together)*
*Do you want anyone for Zazabell, cause I don’t know who to use.*
Uzui decides to visit them, he seems to already know that they haven’t eaten, because he’s brought a veritable meal with him, seemingly made from foods of his homeland, placing it down in front of them, “Eat, I’m not asking, god Carrion.” He sits in front of them, completely serious.
*Anyone is fine :]*
Carrion hisses and turns around, "I cannot, not at this moment.."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Bluebell wanders over, leaning over their shoulder and looking down at what they are drawing.
He looks at the food, looking back to them, “Yes you can, starving yourself solves nothing. Eat.” He reiterates “I don’t want to force you, and I likely can’t, but that won’t stop me from trying.”
Zazabell turns their head around and grin "Helloooooooo!" they say in a sing-songy voice.
Carrion huffs and moves away from the food and him, rolling his eyes "I need to plan ways as too kill the angel of the void.."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
The drawing is suddenly wiped out, and a faint breeze begins to push the dirt to redraw it, but more beautiful this time.
Cozotz wanders over, then sits down, cleaning his rifle. A not-so-subtle advertisement.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
They tilt their head “Are you… happy? What are you happy about?” He asks, confused by the sing song voice.
“Helianth I assume. You can plan while you eat. Act like an adult, if you want to kill Helianth, I won’t stop you, but if you don’t eat, I’ll try to.”