Tucker pulls back out the crowbar and gets to work on the barricaded door. After a minute, he gets it open. Inside is a staircase leading p to the apartments.
Tucker pulls back out the crowbar and gets to work on the barricaded door. After a minute, he gets it open. Inside is a staircase leading p to the apartments.
The kid follows, keeping an eye behind him.
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Tucker pulls back out the crowbar and gets to work on the barricaded door. After a minute, he gets it open. Inside is a staircase leading p to the apartments.
The kid follows, keeping an eye behind him.
Hearing the sounds of the barricades being torn down and footsteps coming closer, the mysterious figure picks up her crossbow, puts her blade in its sheath, and slowly exits the apartment, looking around for the intruders. She pulls up her hood and puts on her mask, listening for any noise that might give the unexpected guests away.
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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)
Tucker pulls back out the crowbar and gets to work on the barricaded door. After a minute, he gets it open. Inside is a staircase leading p to the apartments.
The kid follows, keeping an eye behind him.
Hearing the sounds of the barricades being torn down and footsteps coming closer, the mysterious figure picks up her crossbow, puts her blade in its sheath, and slowly exits the apartment, looking around for the intruders. She pulls up her hood and puts on her mask, listening for any noise that might give the unexpected guests away.
The kid turns towards the noise, raising his shotgun. "Whos there? Show yourself, i dont wanna hurt you!"
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Tucker pulls back out the crowbar and gets to work on the barricaded door. After a minute, he gets it open. Inside is a staircase leading p to the apartments.
The kid follows, keeping an eye behind him.
Hearing the sounds of the barricades being torn down and footsteps coming closer, the mysterious figure picks up her crossbow, puts her blade in its sheath, and slowly exits the apartment, looking around for the intruders. She pulls up her hood and puts on her mask, listening for any noise that might give the unexpected guests away.
The kid turns towards the noise, raising his shotgun. "Whos there? Show yourself, i dont wanna hurt you!"
The figure falls silent, remaining hidden around the corner with her crossbow in hand.
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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)
Tucker pulls back out the crowbar and gets to work on the barricaded door. After a minute, he gets it open. Inside is a staircase leading p to the apartments.
The kid follows, keeping an eye behind him.
Hearing the sounds of the barricades being torn down and footsteps coming closer, the mysterious figure picks up her crossbow, puts her blade in its sheath, and slowly exits the apartment, looking around for the intruders. She pulls up her hood and puts on her mask, listening for any noise that might give the unexpected guests away.
The kid turns towards the noise, raising his shotgun. "Whos there? Show yourself, i dont wanna hurt you!"
The figure falls silent, remaining hidden around the corner with her crossbow in hand.
The kid slowly walks forward, clicking off the safety.
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Tucker pulls back out the crowbar and gets to work on the barricaded door. After a minute, he gets it open. Inside is a staircase leading p to the apartments.
The kid follows, keeping an eye behind him.
Hearing the sounds of the barricades being torn down and footsteps coming closer, the mysterious figure picks up her crossbow, puts her blade in its sheath, and slowly exits the apartment, looking around for the intruders. She pulls up her hood and puts on her mask, listening for any noise that might give the unexpected guests away.
The kid turns towards the noise, raising his shotgun. "Whos there? Show yourself, i dont wanna hurt you!"
The figure falls silent, remaining hidden around the corner with her crossbow in hand.
The kid slowly walks forward, clicking off the safety.
"Put that thing down and we can talk." She remains behind the corner, just in case.
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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)
Tucker pulls back out the crowbar and gets to work on the barricaded door. After a minute, he gets it open. Inside is a staircase leading p to the apartments.
The kid follows, keeping an eye behind him.
Hearing the sounds of the barricades being torn down and footsteps coming closer, the mysterious figure picks up her crossbow, puts her blade in its sheath, and slowly exits the apartment, looking around for the intruders. She pulls up her hood and puts on her mask, listening for any noise that might give the unexpected guests away.
The kid turns towards the noise, raising his shotgun. "Whos there? Show yourself, i dont wanna hurt you!"
The figure falls silent, remaining hidden around the corner with her crossbow in hand.
The kid slowly walks forward, clicking off the safety.
"Put that thing down and we can talk." She remains behind the corner, just in case.
"Prove that you not infected and I will."
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
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He releases the kid, "Are you alone?"
He nods nervously, shifting his bag on his shoulders.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Hi???*
"Where are your parents?"
*Ay, its theren*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Dead..."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Sorry." he looks to the door. "Let's get inside, it's getting late."
The kid nods and picks up and reloads the 12 gauge shotgun. He then follows the man.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*can I join the RP at some point?*
Tucker pulls back out the crowbar and gets to work on the barricaded door. After a minute, he gets it open. Inside is a staircase leading p to the apartments.
*whenever youd like*
The kid follows, keeping an eye behind him.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Tucker leads him upstairs, finding an unlocked apartment. Inside is a standard apartment, with a lot of supplies hoarded inside.
The kid looks around for water. He is looking frantically.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Hearing the sounds of the barricades being torn down and footsteps coming closer, the mysterious figure picks up her crossbow, puts her blade in its sheath, and slowly exits the apartment, looking around for the intruders. She pulls up her hood and puts on her mask, listening for any noise that might give the unexpected guests away.
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 kid turns towards the noise, raising his shotgun. "Whos there? Show yourself, i dont wanna hurt you!"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The figure falls silent, remaining hidden around the corner with her crossbow in hand.
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 kid slowly walks forward, clicking off the safety.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Put that thing down and we can talk." She remains behind the corner, just in case.
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)
"Prove that you not infected and I will."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.