"That's the Calibrator. It pinpoints an exact coordinate on another world for the portals upstairs to link up to. Or at least, that's the best idea I've got 'bout how it's s'posed to work."
"Wow, seems important then."
"Oh, it is! If the portals don't go to the right place, people in the other Planes start freakin' out. Ya see, making deals with demons and ghosts is kinda a business you hafta be on the hush-hush about." Gene looks at the Calibrator for a moment. "Anywho, you ain't gonna know how to work this thing if ya don't give it a test run. Go on, give it a try! Just... don't actually open any portals, kay?"
Gene gives you a pat on the back, and then takes a couple steps back.
Ark heads toward the device and very carefully pushes one of the buttons.
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I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
A woman in a tight, black business suit steps in, carrying a thin, dangerous-looking briefcase. She has pure white hair, but seems relatively young for a human. Her mouth curls into a tight smile as she surveys the lobby.
As she steps forward to the receptionist's desk, she glances down at her watch for a moment before nodding to herself. "Still on time..."
The tree-demon at the front desk looks up from their typewriter device for a moment, before looking back down and typing some more.
"Do you have an appointment scheduled?"
"I do, in fact. Or at least, I tried to use your Web-site, but the spiders were relatively unhelpful. I'm not sure if it got through."
"Alright. What's your name?" The tree-demon, whom you now see has a little pin with the name 'Ollivander' engraved into it, types some more into their odd contraption.
"Filavia Geovanda Tyronin Afeldan Notrius the Twelfth."
Ollivander quickly types the name in, squinting slightly as they look at a paper in their gnarled branch-hands. Then they pick up a phone nearby. *What is the appointment for?*
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"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
“Oh, right! Sorry.” Suddenly, Lonely disappears. Tod is violently shot out of the shadow they came through.
The woman looks back at Tod and shakes her head. "Not the craziest thing I've seen..."
*As an excuse for me disappearing, *
Tod rolls across the floor, hitting his head on a table leg, and blacks out. Within 20 seconds he's back up, though. He gives himself a few slaps to the face to wake up more, and says, "Hey, anybody, I'm here for a job!"
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“Oh, right! Sorry.” Suddenly, Lonely disappears. Tod is violently shot out of the shadow they came through.
The woman looks back at Tod and shakes her head. "Not the craziest thing I've seen..."
*As an excuse for me disappearing, *
Tod rolls across the floor, hitting his head on a table leg, and blacks out. Within 20 seconds he's back up, though. He gives himself a few slaps to the face to wake up more, and says, "Hey, anybody, I'm here for a job!"
The tree-demon sitting at the front desk looks at Tod for a moment, acknowledging his remark, but seems busy talking with the woman at the front desk.
A young-looking devil in a deep crimson suit walks into the room, taking a look around before checking her watch. She has long black hair, fiery yellow eyes, and two long horns similar to that of an antelope that stick straight up. She notices you, and walks over.
"You're looking for a job, you say? Well, I just got finished helping another client, so if you want, we could get your interview going! That sound good with you?"
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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)
A woman in a tight, black business suit steps in, carrying a thin, dangerous-looking briefcase. She has pure white hair, but seems relatively young for a human. Her mouth curls into a tight smile as she surveys the lobby.
As she steps forward to the receptionist's desk, she glances down at her watch for a moment before nodding to herself. "Still on time..."
The tree-demon at the front desk looks up from their typewriter device for a moment, before looking back down and typing some more.
"Do you have an appointment scheduled?"
"I do, in fact. Or at least, I tried to use your Web-site, but the spiders were relatively unhelpful. I'm not sure if it got through."
"Alright. What's your name?" The tree-demon, whom you now see has a little pin with the name 'Ollivander' engraved into it, types some more into their odd contraption.
"Filavia Geovanda Tyronin Afeldan Notrius the Twelfth."
Ollivander quickly types the name in, squinting slightly as they look at a paper in their gnarled branch-hands. Then they pick up a phone nearby. *What is the appointment for?*
"That's the Calibrator. It pinpoints an exact coordinate on another world for the portals upstairs to link up to. Or at least, that's the best idea I've got 'bout how it's s'posed to work."
"Wow, seems important then."
"Oh, it is! If the portals don't go to the right place, people in the other Planes start freakin' out. Ya see, making deals with demons and ghosts is kinda a business you hafta be on the hush-hush about." Gene looks at the Calibrator for a moment. "Anywho, you ain't gonna know how to work this thing if ya don't give it a test run. Go on, give it a try! Just... don't actually open any portals, kay?"
Gene gives you a pat on the back, and then takes a couple steps back.
Ark heads toward the device and very carefully pushes one of the buttons.
*Sorry I keep reposting my posts, its just that you keep missing them, which is understandable with the busyness of this thread*
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I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
"That's the Calibrator. It pinpoints an exact coordinate on another world for the portals upstairs to link up to. Or at least, that's the best idea I've got 'bout how it's s'posed to work."
"Wow, seems important then."
"Oh, it is! If the portals don't go to the right place, people in the other Planes start freakin' out. Ya see, making deals with demons and ghosts is kinda a business you hafta be on the hush-hush about." Gene looks at the Calibrator for a moment. "Anywho, you ain't gonna know how to work this thing if ya don't give it a test run. Go on, give it a try! Just... don't actually open any portals, kay?"
Gene gives you a pat on the back, and then takes a couple steps back.
Ark heads toward the device and very carefully pushes one of the buttons.
*Sorry I keep reposting my posts, its just that you keep missing them, which is understandable with the busyness of this thread*
*Don't worry about it. I keep track of when people post on my threads, it might just take some time for me to reply because of other stuff.*
You very cautiously push one of the buttons, making the eyes of the dragon skull glow a faint red. An illusory screen appears, showing a moonlit clearing in a pine forest.
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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)
"That's the Calibrator. It pinpoints an exact coordinate on another world for the portals upstairs to link up to. Or at least, that's the best idea I've got 'bout how it's s'posed to work."
"Wow, seems important then."
"Oh, it is! If the portals don't go to the right place, people in the other Planes start freakin' out. Ya see, making deals with demons and ghosts is kinda a business you hafta be on the hush-hush about." Gene looks at the Calibrator for a moment. "Anywho, you ain't gonna know how to work this thing if ya don't give it a test run. Go on, give it a try! Just... don't actually open any portals, kay?"
Gene gives you a pat on the back, and then takes a couple steps back.
Ark heads toward the device and very carefully pushes one of the buttons.
*Sorry I keep reposting my posts, its just that you keep missing them, which is understandable with the busyness of this thread*
*Don't worry about it. I keep track of when people post on my threads, it might just take some time for me to reply because of other stuff.*
You very cautiously push one of the buttons, making the eyes of the dragon skull glow a faint red. An illusory screen appears, showing a moonlit clearing in a pine forest.
Ark pushes the button again, seeing whether it will turn the machine off, switch the screen to something else, or do something completely different.
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I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
The button does not turn off the screen, but instead zooms in slightly. A small symbol forms in the center of the screen, and another button begins glowing.
Gene looks over, and seems a little worried. "Hey, wh- whadya doin'?"
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"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
The button does not turn off the screen, but instead zooms in slightly. A small symbol forms in the center of the screen, and another button begins glowing.
Gene looks over, and seems a little worried. "Hey, wh- whadya doin'?"
Ark is curious. He hits the glowing button.
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Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
“Oh, right! Sorry.” Suddenly, Lonely disappears. Tod is violently shot out of the shadow they came through.
The woman looks back at Tod and shakes her head. "Not the craziest thing I've seen..."
*As an excuse for me disappearing, *
Tod rolls across the floor, hitting his head on a table leg, and blacks out. Within 20 seconds he's back up, though. He gives himself a few slaps to the face to wake up more, and says, "Hey, anybody, I'm here for a job!"
The tree-demon sitting at the front desk looks at Tod for a moment, acknowledging his remark, but seems busy talking with the woman at the front desk.
A young-looking devil in a deep crimson suit walks into the room, taking a look around before checking her watch. She has long black hair, fiery yellow eyes, and two long horns similar to that of an antelope that stick straight up. She notices you, and walks over.
"You're looking for a job, you say? Well, I just got finished helping another client, so if you want, we could get your interview going! That sound good with you?"
"Sounds perfect." He does his best to fix his posture, rub some grime off of his face, and comb his hair with his fingers.
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
“Oh, right! Sorry.” Suddenly, Lonely disappears. Tod is violently shot out of the shadow they came through.
The woman looks back at Tod and shakes her head. "Not the craziest thing I've seen..."
*As an excuse for me disappearing, *
Tod rolls across the floor, hitting his head on a table leg, and blacks out. Within 20 seconds he's back up, though. He gives himself a few slaps to the face to wake up more, and says, "Hey, anybody, I'm here for a job!"
The tree-demon sitting at the front desk looks at Tod for a moment, acknowledging his remark, but seems busy talking with the woman at the front desk.
A young-looking devil in a deep crimson suit walks into the room, taking a look around before checking her watch. She has long black hair, fiery yellow eyes, and two long horns similar to that of an antelope that stick straight up. She notices you, and walks over.
"You're looking for a job, you say? Well, I just got finished helping another client, so if you want, we could get your interview going! That sound good with you?"
"Sounds perfect." He does his best to fix his posture, rub some grime off of his face, and comb his hair with his fingers.
"Wonderful! Let's get this started." She leads Tod to a room off to the side of the main hall, containing little except a table, some chairs, and an empty crystal bowl.
The demon pulls out a chair for herself, and sits down. Another chair seems to slide out on its own, but then you notice a long tail pushing the chair into place. She smiles and nods towards the open chair.
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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)
The button does not turn off the screen, but instead zooms in slightly. A small symbol forms in the center of the screen, and another button begins glowing.
Gene looks over, and seems a little worried. "Hey, wh- whadya doin'?"
Ark is curious. He hits the glowing button.
In a sudden flash of light, a smoking crater forms in the middle of the clearing. Gene is now running over to you.
"Wait- But actually, what did ya just do? I've never seen the Calibrator do anythin' like that before."
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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)
The button does not turn off the screen, but instead zooms in slightly. A small symbol forms in the center of the screen, and another button begins glowing.
Gene looks over, and seems a little worried. "Hey, wh- whadya doin'?"
Ark is curious. He hits the glowing button.
In a sudden flash of light, a smoking crater forms in the middle of the clearing. Gene is now running over to you.
"Wait- But actually, what did ya just do? I've never seen the Calibrator do anythin' like that before."
"Well, I seem to have done something. I'm not sure quite what though."
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Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
“Oh, right! Sorry.” Suddenly, Lonely disappears. Tod is violently shot out of the shadow they came through.
The woman looks back at Tod and shakes her head. "Not the craziest thing I've seen..."
*As an excuse for me disappearing, *
Tod rolls across the floor, hitting his head on a table leg, and blacks out. Within 20 seconds he's back up, though. He gives himself a few slaps to the face to wake up more, and says, "Hey, anybody, I'm here for a job!"
The tree-demon sitting at the front desk looks at Tod for a moment, acknowledging his remark, but seems busy talking with the woman at the front desk.
A young-looking devil in a deep crimson suit walks into the room, taking a look around before checking her watch. She has long black hair, fiery yellow eyes, and two long horns similar to that of an antelope that stick straight up. She notices you, and walks over.
"You're looking for a job, you say? Well, I just got finished helping another client, so if you want, we could get your interview going! That sound good with you?"
"Sounds perfect." He does his best to fix his posture, rub some grime off of his face, and comb his hair with his fingers.
"Wonderful! Let's get this started." She leads Tod to a room off to the side of the main hall, containing little except a table, some chairs, and an empty crystal bowl.
The demon pulls out a chair for herself, and sits down. Another chair seems to slide out on its own, but then you notice a long tail pushing the chair into place. She smiles and nods towards the open chair.
Tod smiles back and his lip splits, and starts bleeding slightly. "Um... I like your suit." He sits down.
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
“Oh, right! Sorry.” Suddenly, Lonely disappears. Tod is violently shot out of the shadow they came through.
The woman looks back at Tod and shakes her head. "Not the craziest thing I've seen..."
*As an excuse for me disappearing, *
Tod rolls across the floor, hitting his head on a table leg, and blacks out. Within 20 seconds he's back up, though. He gives himself a few slaps to the face to wake up more, and says, "Hey, anybody, I'm here for a job!"
The tree-demon sitting at the front desk looks at Tod for a moment, acknowledging his remark, but seems busy talking with the woman at the front desk.
A young-looking devil in a deep crimson suit walks into the room, taking a look around before checking her watch. She has long black hair, fiery yellow eyes, and two long horns similar to that of an antelope that stick straight up. She notices you, and walks over.
"You're looking for a job, you say? Well, I just got finished helping another client, so if you want, we could get your interview going! That sound good with you?"
"Sounds perfect." He does his best to fix his posture, rub some grime off of his face, and comb his hair with his fingers.
"Wonderful! Let's get this started." She leads Tod to a room off to the side of the main hall, containing little except a table, some chairs, and an empty crystal bowl.
The demon pulls out a chair for herself, and sits down. Another chair seems to slide out on its own, but then you notice a long tail pushing the chair into place. She smiles and nods towards the open chair.
Tod smiles back and his lip splits, and starts bleeding slightly. "Um... I like your suit." He sits down.
*Sorry it took so long to reply. I'm normally not very active on weekends.*
"Thanks!" Lilith smiles, and sits up a little bit more. "Now, what kind of position are you seeking here today?"
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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)
“Oh, right! Sorry.” Suddenly, Lonely disappears. Tod is violently shot out of the shadow they came through.
The woman looks back at Tod and shakes her head. "Not the craziest thing I've seen..."
*As an excuse for me disappearing, *
Tod rolls across the floor, hitting his head on a table leg, and blacks out. Within 20 seconds he's back up, though. He gives himself a few slaps to the face to wake up more, and says, "Hey, anybody, I'm here for a job!"
The tree-demon sitting at the front desk looks at Tod for a moment, acknowledging his remark, but seems busy talking with the woman at the front desk.
A young-looking devil in a deep crimson suit walks into the room, taking a look around before checking her watch. She has long black hair, fiery yellow eyes, and two long horns similar to that of an antelope that stick straight up. She notices you, and walks over.
"You're looking for a job, you say? Well, I just got finished helping another client, so if you want, we could get your interview going! That sound good with you?"
"Sounds perfect." He does his best to fix his posture, rub some grime off of his face, and comb his hair with his fingers.
"Wonderful! Let's get this started." She leads Tod to a room off to the side of the main hall, containing little except a table, some chairs, and an empty crystal bowl.
The demon pulls out a chair for herself, and sits down. Another chair seems to slide out on its own, but then you notice a long tail pushing the chair into place. She smiles and nods towards the open chair.
Tod smiles back and his lip splits, and starts bleeding slightly. "Um... I like your suit." He sits down.
*Sorry it took so long to reply. I'm normally not very active on weekends.*
"Thanks!" Lilith smiles, and sits up a little bit more. "Now, what kind of position are you seeking here today?"
*Nah you're good, I'm even slower at responding*
"Well, I gotta explain something real quick. I, um, I'm kind of cursed. You ever hear of Murphy's Law? That's pretty much me. Except for one little exception. When I'm about to die, or something like that, I have the best luck imaginable. So... would that help me with any particular position?"
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"Hmmm... I mean, it doesn't necessarily add to any particular field..." Lilith writes down something on a little notepad. "Were you seeking any position in particular?"
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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)
"Hmmm... I mean, it doesn't necessarily add to any particular field..." Lilith writes down something on a little notepad. "Were you seeking any position in particular?"
"Possibly maintenance of some kind? Or anything that involves danger?" He starts wringing his hands.
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"Hmmm... I mean, it doesn't necessarily add to any particular field..." Lilith writes down something on a little notepad. "Were you seeking any position in particular?"
"Possibly maintenance of some kind? Or anything that involves danger?" He starts wringing his hands.
"Ah, that sounds like Contract Consutlant to me! Tell me, have you had any prior experience with a contract?"
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"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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Ark heads toward the device and very carefully pushes one of the buttons.
Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
Ollivander quickly types the name in, squinting slightly as they look at a paper in their gnarled branch-hands. Then they pick up a phone nearby. *What is the appointment for?*
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)
*As an excuse for me disappearing, *
Tod rolls across the floor, hitting his head on a table leg, and blacks out. Within 20 seconds he's back up, though. He gives himself a few slaps to the face to wake up more, and says, "Hey, anybody, I'm here for a job!"
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The tree-demon sitting at the front desk looks at Tod for a moment, acknowledging his remark, but seems busy talking with the woman at the front desk.
A young-looking devil in a deep crimson suit walks into the room, taking a look around before checking her watch. She has long black hair, fiery yellow eyes, and two long horns similar to that of an antelope that stick straight up. She notices you, and walks over.
"You're looking for a job, you say? Well, I just got finished helping another client, so if you want, we could get your interview going! That sound good with you?"
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)
*Sorry, the site crashed for me.*
*What're the options again?*
Proud member of the Spider's Guild (y'all should join!)!
Join Cafe [Redacted], people! I play Treble in it. Isn't SCP stuff awesome?
Harry Potter stuff is cool.
Homebrew: The BloodBorn; GemBlade Soldiers; Soldier of The Silver Armies. (Comments, Improvements?)
Life is okay, but who knows how long that will last.
*Sorry I keep reposting my posts, its just that you keep missing them, which is understandable with the busyness of this thread*
Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
*Don't worry about it. I keep track of when people post on my threads, it might just take some time for me to reply because of other stuff.*
You very cautiously push one of the buttons, making the eyes of the dragon skull glow a faint red. An illusory screen appears, showing a moonlit clearing in a pine forest.
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)
Ark pushes the button again, seeing whether it will turn the machine off, switch the screen to something else, or do something completely different.
Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
The button does not turn off the screen, but instead zooms in slightly. A small symbol forms in the center of the screen, and another button begins glowing.
Gene looks over, and seems a little worried. "Hey, wh- whadya doin'?"
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)
Ark is curious. He hits the glowing button.
Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
"Sounds perfect." He does his best to fix his posture, rub some grime off of his face, and comb his hair with his fingers.
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"Wonderful! Let's get this started." She leads Tod to a room off to the side of the main hall, containing little except a table, some chairs, and an empty crystal bowl.
The demon pulls out a chair for herself, and sits down. Another chair seems to slide out on its own, but then you notice a long tail pushing the chair into place. She smiles and nods towards the open chair.
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)
In a sudden flash of light, a smoking crater forms in the middle of the clearing. Gene is now running over to you.
"Wait- But actually, what did ya just do? I've never seen the Calibrator do anythin' like that before."
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)
"Well, I seem to have done something. I'm not sure quite what though."
Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
Tod smiles back and his lip splits, and starts bleeding slightly. "Um... I like your suit." He sits down.
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*Sorry it took so long to reply. I'm normally not very active on weekends.*
"Thanks!" Lilith smiles, and sits up a little bit more. "Now, what kind of position are you seeking here today?"
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)
*Nah you're good, I'm even slower at responding*
"Well, I gotta explain something real quick. I, um, I'm kind of cursed. You ever hear of Murphy's Law? That's pretty much me. Except for one little exception. When I'm about to die, or something like that, I have the best luck imaginable. So... would that help me with any particular position?"
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
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"Hmmm... I mean, it doesn't necessarily add to any particular field..." Lilith writes down something on a little notepad. "Were you seeking any position in particular?"
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)
"Possibly maintenance of some kind? Or anything that involves danger?" He starts wringing his hands.
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
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"Ah, that sounds like Contract Consutlant to me! Tell me, have you had any prior experience with a contract?"
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)