"I see- well, you've come to the right place, then." She watches him cautiously, ready to tear him limb from limb if he tries to hurt Luna. The adorable little horror grabs their finger with two sharp legs, making more chirping sounds as their silver eyes look back at him. "You may call them Luna, and yes, they're my child. Marvelous little creature, aren't they?"
He picks them up with that one finger, holding them for a moment as his eyes analyze the creature before handing them back to KK without any trouble, "I've never been one for children myself, but I'm not going to say that they aren't a cute little one. How are they your child? I couldn't believe that nightmares have the capability to reproduce, or at least in the traditional sense."
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
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.'
"I see- well, you've come to the right place, then." She watches him cautiously, ready to tear him limb from limb if he tries to hurt Luna. The adorable little horror grabs their finger with two sharp legs, making more chirping sounds as their silver eyes look back at him. "You may call them Luna, and yes, they're my child. Marvelous little creature, aren't they?"
He picks them up with that one finger, holding them for a moment as his eyes analyze the creature before handing them back to KK without any trouble, "I've never been one for children myself, but I'm not going to say that they aren't a cute little one. How are they your child? I couldn't believe that nightmares have the capability to reproduce, or at least in the traditional sense."
Luna's mask lifts up slightly as they are about to weakly bite his hand, but he then hands the child back, whereupon they scurry back onto the Architect's shoulder. "Grew them from a tank of Dark Energy and a few other eldritch additives." She explains. The little terror tries to gnaw on his hand again, but is stopped by their mother. "Sweetie, no biting off fingers. We've talked about this."
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
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)
*While you studied the blade, I studied the pizza, which is the only reasonable use for that immensely oversized knife you keep talking about. Why wouldn't you just use a pizza cutter? Killing people? Isn't that unsanitary? You'll get blood all over the kitchen!*
"I see- well, you've come to the right place, then." She watches him cautiously, ready to tear him limb from limb if he tries to hurt Luna. The adorable little horror grabs their finger with two sharp legs, making more chirping sounds as their silver eyes look back at him. "You may call them Luna, and yes, they're my child. Marvelous little creature, aren't they?"
He picks them up with that one finger, holding them for a moment as his eyes analyze the creature before handing them back to KK without any trouble, "I've never been one for children myself, but I'm not going to say that they aren't a cute little one. How are they your child? I couldn't believe that nightmares have the capability to reproduce, or at least in the traditional sense."
Luna's mask lifts up slightly as they are about to weakly bite his hand, but he then hands the child back, whereupon they scurry back onto the Architect's shoulder. "Grew them from a tank of Dark Energy and a few other eldritch additives." She explains. The little terror tries to gnaw on his hand again, but is stopped by their mother. "Sweetie, no biting off fingers. We've talked about this."
"Oh, feel no need to scold a child that knows no better." He dusts off his hand, disgusted by the contact with such a foul creature, though naturally he doesn't show that disgust "It is not as if I could be harmed by such an adorable little munchkin. What additives might you have added to create such a creature? You must have been a part, their mask is almost identical to your own."
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
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.'
*While you studied the blade, I studied the pizza, which is the only reasonable use for that immensely oversized knife you keep talking about. Why wouldn't you just use a pizza cutter? Killing people? Isn't that unsanitary? You'll get blood all over the kitchen!*
*Doing better now Baalze? I hope so, and as we all know, carrying around a massive sword is necessary, its what happens when you study the blade.*
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
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.'
*While you studied the blade, I studied the pizza, which is the only reasonable use for that immensely oversized knife you keep talking about. Why wouldn't you just use a pizza cutter? Killing people? Isn't that unsanitary? You'll get blood all over the kitchen!*
*Doing better now Baalze? I hope so, and as we all know, carrying around a massive sword is necessary, its what happens when you study the blade.*
*I'm a little better. I threw up. It was unpleasant, and I haven't really gotten over it. My throat still hurts and I already had a mini gingerale. Then a bunch of things happened that would take a while to describe and I don't have the full context for, so I'm not going to try. But I'm kind of back.*
*It's okay to have a sword, just don't wave it around in my kitchen, my dear soft boy here to dirty up your suede shoes.*
He picks them up with that one finger, holding them for a moment as his eyes analyze the creature before handing them back to KK without any trouble, "I've never been one for children myself, but I'm not going to say that they aren't a cute little one. How are they your child? I couldn't believe that nightmares have the capability to reproduce, or at least in the traditional sense."
Luna's mask lifts up slightly as they are about to weakly bite his hand, but he then hands the child back, whereupon they scurry back onto the Architect's shoulder. "Grew them from a tank of Dark Energy and a few other eldritch additives." She explains. The little terror tries to gnaw on his hand again, but is stopped by their mother. "Sweetie, no biting off fingers. We've talked about this."
"Oh, feel no need to scold a child that knows no better." He dusts off his hand, disgusted by the contact with such a foul creature, though naturally he doesn't show that disgust "It is not as if I could be harmed by such an adorable little munchkin. What additives might you have added to create such a creature? You must have been a part, their mask is almost identical to your own."
"That's good to know. They've still got a lot of growing ahead of them- they're only a few weeks old, after all." Luna skitters down to her arm again, gnawing against her chitinous plates. The Architect chuckles a bit at that. "Yes, they have bits of Dark Energy from both parents, as well as Old Blood, normal blood, some air from the Far Realm, and trace amounts of more mundane binders and catalysts."
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
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)
*While you studied the blade, I studied the pizza, which is the only reasonable use for that immensely oversized knife you keep talking about. Why wouldn't you just use a pizza cutter? Killing people? Isn't that unsanitary? You'll get blood all over the kitchen!*
*Doing better now Baalze? I hope so, and as we all know, carrying around a massive sword is necessary, its what happens when you study the blade.*
*I'm a little better. I threw up. It was unpleasant, and I haven't really gotten over it. My throat still hurts and I already had a mini gingerale. Then a bunch of things happened that would take a while to describe and I don't have the full context for, so I'm not going to try. But I'm kind of back.*
*It's okay to have a sword, just don't wave it around in my kitchen, my dear soft boy here to dirty up your suede shoes.*
*Please take care of yourself, you should come back when you are good, not when you are just better, my friend. I wont be able to let you know I'm worrying about you soon, so I've got to get my worrying in now.*
*I suppose I'll try to keep that in mind, the sword can be swung, just not in the kitchen.*
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
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.'
He picks them up with that one finger, holding them for a moment as his eyes analyze the creature before handing them back to KK without any trouble, "I've never been one for children myself, but I'm not going to say that they aren't a cute little one. How are they your child? I couldn't believe that nightmares have the capability to reproduce, or at least in the traditional sense."
Luna's mask lifts up slightly as they are about to weakly bite his hand, but he then hands the child back, whereupon they scurry back onto the Architect's shoulder. "Grew them from a tank of Dark Energy and a few other eldritch additives." She explains. The little terror tries to gnaw on his hand again, but is stopped by their mother. "Sweetie, no biting off fingers. We've talked about this."
"Oh, feel no need to scold a child that knows no better." He dusts off his hand, disgusted by the contact with such a foul creature, though naturally he doesn't show that disgust "It is not as if I could be harmed by such an adorable little munchkin. What additives might you have added to create such a creature? You must have been a part, their mask is almost identical to your own."
"That's good to know. They've still got a lot of growing ahead of them- they're only a few weeks old, after all." Luna skitters down to her arm again, gnawing against her chitinous plates. The Architect chuckles a bit at that. "Yes, they have bits of Dark Energy from both parents, as well as Old Blood, normal blood, some air from the Far Realm, and trace amounts of more mundane binders and catalysts."
"Such an interesting little being, nightmares as a whole are, but I've never seen one artificially made. Oh, and you said that there are two parents, one of them being you? Where is the other, are they dead?" He asks with his smile still plastered onto his face, his leaf hair gently swaying in the soft breeze, looking down at Luna, "Maybe I'll begin making my own. Would you like some Paleblood?"
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
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.'
"Oh, feel no need to scold a child that knows no better." He dusts off his hand, disgusted by the contact with such a foul creature, though naturally he doesn't show that disgust "It is not as if I could be harmed by such an adorable little munchkin. What additives might you have added to create such a creature? You must have been a part, their mask is almost identical to your own."
"That's good to know. They've still got a lot of growing ahead of them- they're only a few weeks old, after all." Luna skitters down to her arm again, gnawing against her chitinous plates. The Architect chuckles a bit at that. "Yes, they have bits of Dark Energy from both parents, as well as Old Blood, normal blood, some air from the Far Realm, and trace amounts of more mundane binders and catalysts."
"Such an interesting little being, nightmares as a whole are, but I've never seen one artificially made. Oh, and you said that there are two parents, one of them being you? Where is the other, are they dead?" He asks with his smile still plastered onto his face, his leaf hair gently swaying in the soft breeze, looking down at Luna, "Maybe I'll begin making my own. Would you like some Paleblood?"
"Correct- one is myself, and the other is my husband Henry. At the moment, I believe he's out collecting power for the little one to consume once they're ready." She smiles at the little creature as well- she can tell his smile is forced, but doesn't comment on it. Rather, her attention is focused on that last question. "Sure, I'd love some- I've always wanted to try Paleblood."
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
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, feel no need to scold a child that knows no better." He dusts off his hand, disgusted by the contact with such a foul creature, though naturally he doesn't show that disgust "It is not as if I could be harmed by such an adorable little munchkin. What additives might you have added to create such a creature? You must have been a part, their mask is almost identical to your own."
"That's good to know. They've still got a lot of growing ahead of them- they're only a few weeks old, after all." Luna skitters down to her arm again, gnawing against her chitinous plates. The Architect chuckles a bit at that. "Yes, they have bits of Dark Energy from both parents, as well as Old Blood, normal blood, some air from the Far Realm, and trace amounts of more mundane binders and catalysts."
"Such an interesting little being, nightmares as a whole are, but I've never seen one artificially made. Oh, and you said that there are two parents, one of them being you? Where is the other, are they dead?" He asks with his smile still plastered onto his face, his leaf hair gently swaying in the soft breeze, looking down at Luna, "Maybe I'll begin making my own. Would you like some Paleblood?"
"Correct- one is myself, and the other is my husband Henry. At the moment, I believe he's out collecting power for the little one to consume once they're ready." She smiles at the little creature as well- she can tell his smile is forced, but doesn't comment on it. Rather, her attention is focused on that last question. "Sure, I'd love some- I've always wanted to try Paleblood."
"Husband? Hmm, gathering power for this little one, they must be a good father then." He looks down to the pocket of his suit, reaching in with his entire arm, which vanishes into the suit without any indication it went in at all, before pulling out a small vial, that conceals what is inside, "You may have this, in exchange for a favor in the future, if you want it of course." He holds it out to them.
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
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.'
"Such an interesting little being, nightmares as a whole are, but I've never seen one artificially made. Oh, and you said that there are two parents, one of them being you? Where is the other, are they dead?" He asks with his smile still plastered onto his face, his leaf hair gently swaying in the soft breeze, looking down at Luna, "Maybe I'll begin making my own. Would you like some Paleblood?"
"Correct- one is myself, and the other is my husband Henry. At the moment, I believe he's out collecting power for the little one to consume once they're ready." She smiles at the little creature as well- she can tell his smile is forced, but doesn't comment on it. Rather, her attention is focused on that last question. "Sure, I'd love some- I've always wanted to try Paleblood."
"Husband? Hmm, gathering power for this little one, they must be a good father then." He looks down to the pocket of his suit, reaching in with his entire arm, which vanishes into the suit without any indication it went in at all, before pulling out a small vial, that conceals what is inside, "You may have this, in exchange for a favor in the future, if you want it of course." He holds it out to them.
She inspects the vial, making sure that this is in fact Paleblood and that she isn't being fooled. "...On one condition- the favor can't be something that hurts me, Henry, or Luna in any way."
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
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)
"Such an interesting little being, nightmares as a whole are, but I've never seen one artificially made. Oh, and you said that there are two parents, one of them being you? Where is the other, are they dead?" He asks with his smile still plastered onto his face, his leaf hair gently swaying in the soft breeze, looking down at Luna, "Maybe I'll begin making my own. Would you like some Paleblood?"
"Correct- one is myself, and the other is my husband Henry. At the moment, I believe he's out collecting power for the little one to consume once they're ready." She smiles at the little creature as well- she can tell his smile is forced, but doesn't comment on it. Rather, her attention is focused on that last question. "Sure, I'd love some- I've always wanted to try Paleblood."
"Husband? Hmm, gathering power for this little one, they must be a good father then." He looks down to the pocket of his suit, reaching in with his entire arm, which vanishes into the suit without any indication it went in at all, before pulling out a small vial, that conceals what is inside, "You may have this, in exchange for a favor in the future, if you want it of course." He holds it out to them.
She inspects the vial, making sure that this is in fact Paleblood and that she isn't being fooled. "...On one condition- the favor can't be something that hurts me, Henry, or Luna in any way."
From what they can sense seeping through the container, it's entirely what they would want. Paleblood, pure as could possibly be obtained. He sneers internally before thinking about the condition. After a moment he nods, "It will not harm any of you directly." He holds out a hand to shape one of theirs, his smile becoming genuine.
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
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.'
"Correct- one is myself, and the other is my husband Henry. At the moment, I believe he's out collecting power for the little one to consume once they're ready." She smiles at the little creature as well- she can tell his smile is forced, but doesn't comment on it. Rather, her attention is focused on that last question. "Sure, I'd love some- I've always wanted to try Paleblood."
"Husband? Hmm, gathering power for this little one, they must be a good father then." He looks down to the pocket of his suit, reaching in with his entire arm, which vanishes into the suit without any indication it went in at all, before pulling out a small vial, that conceals what is inside, "You may have this, in exchange for a favor in the future, if you want it of course." He holds it out to them.
She inspects the vial, making sure that this is in fact Paleblood and that she isn't being fooled. "...On one condition- the favor can't be something that hurts me, Henry, or Luna in any way."
From what they can sense seeping through the container, it's entirely what they would want. Paleblood, pure as could possibly be obtained. He sneers internally before thinking about the condition. After a moment he nods, "It will not harm any of you directly." He holds out a hand to shape one of theirs, his smile becoming genuine.
She thinks a moment, her mask shifting to its neutral expression before she decides... "Perhaps another time, but for now I must decline." She answers. Her mask's smile hasn't changed at all, but it almost feels like it's mocking him. Perhaps he's overthinking it.
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
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 thinks a moment, her mask shifting to its neutral expression before she decides... "Perhaps another time, but for now I must decline." She answers. Her mask's smile hasn't changed at all, but it almost feels like it's mocking him. Perhaps he's overthinking it.
His eyes twitch with a genuine rage for a moment before he puts the vial away, "I hope you take some time to reconsider, or maybe another will take the offer you didn't." He shrugs, smoothing out his hair, "I wish the best upon you and this young one of yours."
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
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 thinks a moment, her mask shifting to its neutral expression before she decides... "Perhaps another time, but for now I must decline." She answers. Her mask's smile hasn't changed at all, but it almost feels like it's mocking him. Perhaps he's overthinking it.
His eyes twitch with a genuine rage for a moment before he puts the vial away, "I hope you take some time to reconsider, or maybe another will take the offer you didn't." He shrugs, smoothing out his hair, "I wish the best upon you and this young one of yours."
Her mask returns to its neutral expression- the painted eyes are no different than before, but also seem to contain some quiet anger. "Thank you. I'll take time to think it over- I just hope whoever takes it knows the cost."
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
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 thinks a moment, her mask shifting to its neutral expression before she decides... "Perhaps another time, but for now I must decline." She answers. Her mask's smile hasn't changed at all, but it almost feels like it's mocking him. Perhaps he's overthinking it.
His eyes twitch with a genuine rage for a moment before he puts the vial away, "I hope you take some time to reconsider, or maybe another will take the offer you didn't." He shrugs, smoothing out his hair, "I wish the best upon you and this young one of yours."
Her mask returns to its neutral expression- the painted eyes are no different than before, but also seem to contain some quiet anger. "Thank you. I'll take time to think it over- I just hope whoever takes it knows the cost."
He takes a deep breath, "I never make a deal without letting someone know the cost. I'm no dirty swindler you-" He stops himself, getting ahead of himself and showing his true personality "I suppose I should be going." He begins walking off.
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
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 thinks a moment, her mask shifting to its neutral expression before she decides... "Perhaps another time, but for now I must decline." She answers. Her mask's smile hasn't changed at all, but it almost feels like it's mocking him. Perhaps he's overthinking it.
His eyes twitch with a genuine rage for a moment before he puts the vial away, "I hope you take some time to reconsider, or maybe another will take the offer you didn't." He shrugs, smoothing out his hair, "I wish the best upon you and this young one of yours."
Her mask returns to its neutral expression- the painted eyes are no different than before, but also seem to contain some quiet anger. "Thank you. I'll take time to think it over- I just hope whoever takes it knows the cost."
He takes a deep breath, "I never make a deal without letting someone know the cost. I'm no dirty swindler you-" He stops himself, getting ahead of himself and showing his true personality "I suppose I should be going." He begins walking off.
Her mask changes its visage again to one that isn't often used by her- an annoyed-seeming expression that could only be described as disappointment. "Yes, I suppose it's best that we leave as well." Four membranous wings of blood-soaked cloth unfurl from her back, and in the blink of an eye, she is soaring away with Luna still coiled around her arm.
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
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 thinks a moment, her mask shifting to its neutral expression before she decides... "Perhaps another time, but for now I must decline." She answers. Her mask's smile hasn't changed at all, but it almost feels like it's mocking him. Perhaps he's overthinking it.
His eyes twitch with a genuine rage for a moment before he puts the vial away, "I hope you take some time to reconsider, or maybe another will take the offer you didn't." He shrugs, smoothing out his hair, "I wish the best upon you and this young one of yours."
Her mask returns to its neutral expression- the painted eyes are no different than before, but also seem to contain some quiet anger. "Thank you. I'll take time to think it over- I just hope whoever takes it knows the cost."
He takes a deep breath, "I never make a deal without letting someone know the cost. I'm no dirty swindler you-" He stops himself, getting ahead of himself and showing his true personality "I suppose I should be going." He begins walking off.
Her mask changes its visage again to one that isn't often used by her- an annoyed-seeming expression that could only be described as disappointment. "Yes, I suppose it's best that we leave as well." Four membranous wings of blood-soaked cloth unfurl from her back, and in the blink of an eye, she is soaring away with Luna still coiled around her arm.
*Ah, exactly what I expected of him, a terrible person hidden behind a vale so thin it's see through.*
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
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 mask returns to its neutral expression- the painted eyes are no different than before, but also seem to contain some quiet anger. "Thank you. I'll take time to think it over- I just hope whoever takes it knows the cost."
He takes a deep breath, "I never make a deal without letting someone know the cost. I'm no dirty swindler you-" He stops himself, getting ahead of himself and showing his true personality "I suppose I should be going." He begins walking off.
Her mask changes its visage again to one that isn't often used by her- an annoyed-seeming expression that could only be described as disappointment. "Yes, I suppose it's best that we leave as well." Four membranous wings of blood-soaked cloth unfurl from her back, and in the blink of an eye, she is soaring away with Luna still coiled around her arm.
*Ah, exactly what I expected of him, a terrible person hidden behind a vale so thin it's see through.*
*Yes, the mask hiding his true personality may as well be made of glass- the Architect knew something was off from the start.*
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
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)
To post a comment, please login or register a new account.
He picks them up with that one finger, holding them for a moment as his eyes analyze the creature before handing them back to KK without any trouble, "I've never been one for children myself, but I'm not going to say that they aren't a cute little one. How are they your child? I couldn't believe that nightmares have the capability to reproduce, or at least in the traditional sense."
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.)
Luna's mask lifts up slightly as they are about to weakly bite his hand, but he then hands the child back, whereupon they scurry back onto the Architect's shoulder. "Grew them from a tank of Dark Energy and a few other eldritch additives." She explains. The little terror tries to gnaw on his hand again, but is stopped by their mother. "Sweetie, no biting off fingers. We've talked about this."
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)
*While you studied the blade, I studied the pizza, which is the only reasonable use for that immensely oversized knife you keep talking about. Why wouldn't you just use a pizza cutter? Killing people? Isn't that unsanitary? You'll get blood all over the kitchen!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
"Oh, feel no need to scold a child that knows no better." He dusts off his hand, disgusted by the contact with such a foul creature, though naturally he doesn't show that disgust "It is not as if I could be harmed by such an adorable little munchkin. What additives might you have added to create such a creature? You must have been a part, their mask is almost identical to your own."
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.)
*Doing better now Baalze? I hope so, and as we all know, carrying around a massive sword is necessary, its what happens when you study the blade.*
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 a little better. I threw up. It was unpleasant, and I haven't really gotten over it. My throat still hurts and I already had a mini gingerale. Then a bunch of things happened that would take a while to describe and I don't have the full context for, so I'm not going to try. But I'm kind of back.*
*It's okay to have a sword, just don't wave it around in my kitchen, my dear soft boy here to dirty up your suede shoes.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
"That's good to know. They've still got a lot of growing ahead of them- they're only a few weeks old, after all." Luna skitters down to her arm again, gnawing against her chitinous plates. The Architect chuckles a bit at that. "Yes, they have bits of Dark Energy from both parents, as well as Old Blood, normal blood, some air from the Far Realm, and trace amounts of more mundane binders and catalysts."
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)
*Please take care of yourself, you should come back when you are good, not when you are just better, my friend. I wont be able to let you know I'm worrying about you soon, so I've got to get my worrying in now.*
*I suppose I'll try to keep that in mind, the sword can be swung, just not in the kitchen.*
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.)
"Such an interesting little being, nightmares as a whole are, but I've never seen one artificially made. Oh, and you said that there are two parents, one of them being you? Where is the other, are they dead?" He asks with his smile still plastered onto his face, his leaf hair gently swaying in the soft breeze, looking down at Luna, "Maybe I'll begin making my own. Would you like some Paleblood?"
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.)
"Correct- one is myself, and the other is my husband Henry. At the moment, I believe he's out collecting power for the little one to consume once they're ready." She smiles at the little creature as well- she can tell his smile is forced, but doesn't comment on it. Rather, her attention is focused on that last question. "Sure, I'd love some- I've always wanted to try Paleblood."
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)
"Husband? Hmm, gathering power for this little one, they must be a good father then." He looks down to the pocket of his suit, reaching in with his entire arm, which vanishes into the suit without any indication it went in at all, before pulling out a small vial, that conceals what is inside, "You may have this, in exchange for a favor in the future, if you want it of course." He holds it out 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.)
She inspects the vial, making sure that this is in fact Paleblood and that she isn't being fooled. "...On one condition- the favor can't be something that hurts me, Henry, or Luna in any way."
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)
From what they can sense seeping through the container, it's entirely what they would want. Paleblood, pure as could possibly be obtained. He sneers internally before thinking about the condition. After a moment he nods, "It will not harm any of you directly." He holds out a hand to shape one of theirs, his smile becoming genuine.
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 thinks a moment, her mask shifting to its neutral expression before she decides... "Perhaps another time, but for now I must decline." She answers. Her mask's smile hasn't changed at all, but it almost feels like it's mocking him. Perhaps he's overthinking 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)
His eyes twitch with a genuine rage for a moment before he puts the vial away, "I hope you take some time to reconsider, or maybe another will take the offer you didn't." He shrugs, smoothing out his hair, "I wish the best upon you and this young one of yours."
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.)
Her mask returns to its neutral expression- the painted eyes are no different than before, but also seem to contain some quiet anger. "Thank you. I'll take time to think it over- I just hope whoever takes it knows the cost."
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 takes a deep breath, "I never make a deal without letting someone know the cost. I'm no dirty swindler you-" He stops himself, getting ahead of himself and showing his true personality "I suppose I should be going." He begins walking off.
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.)
Her mask changes its visage again to one that isn't often used by her- an annoyed-seeming expression that could only be described as disappointment. "Yes, I suppose it's best that we leave as well." Four membranous wings of blood-soaked cloth unfurl from her back, and in the blink of an eye, she is soaring away with Luna still coiled around her arm.
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)
*Ah, exactly what I expected of him, a terrible person hidden behind a vale so thin it's see through.*
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, the mask hiding his true personality may as well be made of glass- the Architect knew something was off from the start.*
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)