There is dead silence for a second, before they give an exasperated sigh. "Look, I'm not exactly happy about this arrangement either. The only reason I agreed to any of this was because the alternative was... well, whatever eternal hell the God Butcher had planned for me." They continue to walk.
"Yeah, that's fair. Can't think of anyone who would prefer that..." He says as he watches her for a bit. After a bit of internal musing, he floats back over to her. "Do you want any help. At least to get out of the wastes. I get your punishment is to "walk in the shoes to experience the struggles of mortality" but...starting you here seems a bit too harsh...poetic maybe, but not something I'd recommend anyone based on personal experience."
Sarah laughs, assuming that he's joking, but stops once they realize that he's serious. "Wait, you're not kidding?.. Why? I took everything from you. What's your motive here?"
"Blame the "mortal sensibilities" if you want" he says using air quotes. "but I don't like the idea of leaving someone out here in this forsaken frozen hellscape when I can help. Besides, if this whole thing is to show you what mortal life is like, would suck for you to die before you get to see all of what that life entails, huh?"
*Yeah, but actually good at his job, unlike the actual batman. Maybe it's the cannibalism. I hope Szerchucharz didn't forget about Happy, he's been playing Guilty Gear alone for hours at this point.*
*Shoot!*
Szerucharz descends into the Nightmare and looks for Happy.
Szerucharz would find him next to a tv, sitting alone on a couch, next to him are some pizza rolls, although they seem to have some missing, the others were most likely for Szerucharz himself. On the Tv is Guilty Gear Strive, Happy must have been playing alone for a long time, because he's looking far too good to have just started playing. He turns to Szeru "Oh hey, you still busy?"
The brute looks guilty. "No... it took a while... and I forgot..." He hangs up his gear. He sits down, and Happy is reminded that this place can function as Heaven or Hell.
*Really? Let me guess, something about how Happy's lack of Humanity, led him to blaming the beasts?*
He passes him a fittingly sized controller "You're here now, it's fine. I tried to wait for you earlier, but it is what is it. I can't blame you." He goes to local multiplayer and picks Chipp.
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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.'
The brute looks guilty. "No... it took a while... and I forgot..." He hangs up his gear. He sits down, and Happy is reminded that this place can function as Heaven or Hell.
*Really? Let me guess, something about how Happy's lack of Humanity, led him to blaming the beasts?*
He passes him a fittingly sized controller "You're here now, it's fine. I tried to wait for you earlier, but it is what is it. I can't blame you." He goes to local multiplayer and picks Chipp.
Szerucharz seems confused as to how the controls work for a couple minutes, and then spends a bit too long on character selection, but eventually picks Testament once he notices their top hat.
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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.
There is dead silence for a second, before they give an exasperated sigh. "Look, I'm not exactly happy about this arrangement either. The only reason I agreed to any of this was because the alternative was... well, whatever eternal hell the God Butcher had planned for me." They continue to walk.
"Yeah, that's fair. Can't think of anyone who would prefer that..." He says as he watches her for a bit. After a bit of internal musing, he floats back over to her. "Do you want any help. At least to get out of the wastes. I get your punishment is to "walk in the shoes to experience the struggles of mortality" but...starting you here seems a bit too harsh...poetic maybe, but not something I'd recommend anyone based on personal experience."
Sarah laughs, assuming that he's joking, but stops once they realize that he's serious. "Wait, you're not kidding?.. Why? I took everything from you. What's your motive here?"
"Blame the "mortal sensibilities" if you want" he says using air quotes. "but I don't like the idea of leaving someone out here in this forsaken frozen hellscape when I can help. Besides, if this whole thing is to show you what mortal life is like, would suck for you to die before you get to see all of what that life entails, huh?"
"...Fine. While I can't say I understand your reasoning, if you're actually willing to help me, then I'll take it." They continue walking again. "Just don't expect me to be able to return the favor."
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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)
There is dead silence for a second, before they give an exasperated sigh. "Look, I'm not exactly happy about this arrangement either. The only reason I agreed to any of this was because the alternative was... well, whatever eternal hell the God Butcher had planned for me." They continue to walk.
"Yeah, that's fair. Can't think of anyone who would prefer that..." He says as he watches her for a bit. After a bit of internal musing, he floats back over to her. "Do you want any help. At least to get out of the wastes. I get your punishment is to "walk in the shoes to experience the struggles of mortality" but...starting you here seems a bit too harsh...poetic maybe, but not something I'd recommend anyone based on personal experience."
Sarah laughs, assuming that he's joking, but stops once they realize that he's serious. "Wait, you're not kidding?.. Why? I took everything from you. What's your motive here?"
"Blame the "mortal sensibilities" if you want" he says using air quotes. "but I don't like the idea of leaving someone out here in this forsaken frozen hellscape when I can help. Besides, if this whole thing is to show you what mortal life is like, would suck for you to die before you get to see all of what that life entails, huh?"
"...Fine. While I can't say I understand your reasoning, if you're actually willing to help me, then I'll take it." They continue walking again. "Just don't expect me to be able to return the favor."
"Don't worry, I won't" He says light heartedly. "But I don't think walking is ideal, so how about we fly instead." Suddenly, Sarahphym finds that Phantom has picked her up and starts flying up into the air.
There is dead silence for a second, before they give an exasperated sigh. "Look, I'm not exactly happy about this arrangement either. The only reason I agreed to any of this was because the alternative was... well, whatever eternal hell the God Butcher had planned for me." They continue to walk.
"Yeah, that's fair. Can't think of anyone who would prefer that..." He says as he watches her for a bit. After a bit of internal musing, he floats back over to her. "Do you want any help. At least to get out of the wastes. I get your punishment is to "walk in the shoes to experience the struggles of mortality" but...starting you here seems a bit too harsh...poetic maybe, but not something I'd recommend anyone based on personal experience."
Sarah laughs, assuming that he's joking, but stops once they realize that he's serious. "Wait, you're not kidding?.. Why? I took everything from you. What's your motive here?"
"Blame the "mortal sensibilities" if you want" he says using air quotes. "but I don't like the idea of leaving someone out here in this forsaken frozen hellscape when I can help. Besides, if this whole thing is to show you what mortal life is like, would suck for you to die before you get to see all of what that life entails, huh?"
"...Fine. While I can't say I understand your reasoning, if you're actually willing to help me, then I'll take it." They continue walking again. "Just don't expect me to be able to return the favor."
"Don't worry, I won't" He says light heartedly. "But I don't think walking is ideal, so how about we fly instead." Suddenly, Sarahphym finds that Phantom has picked her up and starts flying up into the air.
Sarah is initially surprised, but after realizing what's happened, they seem less panicked- if a little tense. "Ah, this is familiar- the flying part, I mean. You know, this almost reminds me of when I used to... never mind. Forget I said anything." They then sigh, realizing they'll likely never fly again, before going back to thinking of something.
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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 brute looks guilty. "No... it took a while... and I forgot..." He hangs up his gear. He sits down, and Happy is reminded that this place can function as Heaven or Hell.
*Really? Let me guess, something about how Happy's lack of Humanity, led him to blaming the beasts?*
He passes him a fittingly sized controller "You're here now, it's fine. I tried to wait for you earlier, but it is what is it. I can't blame you." He goes to local multiplayer and picks Chipp.
Szerucharz seems confused as to how the controls work for a couple minutes, and then spends a bit too long on character selection, but eventually picks Testament once he notices their top hat.
Happy decides to explain how to play once they load in, giving Szerucharz a few matches to adapt to the controls and the character before beginning to brutally destroy him, discussing the story of the characters as they do "Can you believe Chipp was taught Ninjutsu by an otter?"
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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.'
There is dead silence for a second, before they give an exasperated sigh. "Look, I'm not exactly happy about this arrangement either. The only reason I agreed to any of this was because the alternative was... well, whatever eternal hell the God Butcher had planned for me." They continue to walk.
"Yeah, that's fair. Can't think of anyone who would prefer that..." He says as he watches her for a bit. After a bit of internal musing, he floats back over to her. "Do you want any help. At least to get out of the wastes. I get your punishment is to "walk in the shoes to experience the struggles of mortality" but...starting you here seems a bit too harsh...poetic maybe, but not something I'd recommend anyone based on personal experience."
Sarah laughs, assuming that he's joking, but stops once they realize that he's serious. "Wait, you're not kidding?.. Why? I took everything from you. What's your motive here?"
"Blame the "mortal sensibilities" if you want" he says using air quotes. "but I don't like the idea of leaving someone out here in this forsaken frozen hellscape when I can help. Besides, if this whole thing is to show you what mortal life is like, would suck for you to die before you get to see all of what that life entails, huh?"
"...Fine. While I can't say I understand your reasoning, if you're actually willing to help me, then I'll take it." They continue walking again. "Just don't expect me to be able to return the favor."
"Don't worry, I won't" He says light heartedly. "But I don't think walking is ideal, so how about we fly instead." Suddenly, Sarahphym finds that Phantom has picked her up and starts flying up into the air.
Sarah is initially surprised, but after realizing what's happened, they seem less panicked- if a little tense. "Ah, this is familiar- the flying part, I mean. You know, this almost reminds me of when I used to... never mind. Forget I said anything." They then sigh, realizing they'll likely never fly again, before going back to thinking of something.
He lets her think in silence as they fly out of the wastes and to one of the settlements directly south of it. "Here we are" Phantom says as they land right outside. He would gently place her down. "This should be a good place to start. The people here are typically friendly to newcomers so they should be able to help you until you are ready to move on."
Savut has created her greatest warriors yet: seven savotra anathemas. They haven’t awoken yet, and float atop the waters of the Fount. Savut is watching their development closely.
Balatro is keeping his Burning Colosseum in order, as devils and mortals battle for entertainment.
Soubera has invented the shotgun and is putting the finishing touches on it.
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
There is dead silence for a second, before they give an exasperated sigh. "Look, I'm not exactly happy about this arrangement either. The only reason I agreed to any of this was because the alternative was... well, whatever eternal hell the God Butcher had planned for me." They continue to walk.
"Yeah, that's fair. Can't think of anyone who would prefer that..." He says as he watches her for a bit. After a bit of internal musing, he floats back over to her. "Do you want any help. At least to get out of the wastes. I get your punishment is to "walk in the shoes to experience the struggles of mortality" but...starting you here seems a bit too harsh...poetic maybe, but not something I'd recommend anyone based on personal experience."
Sarah laughs, assuming that he's joking, but stops once they realize that he's serious. "Wait, you're not kidding?.. Why? I took everything from you. What's your motive here?"
"Blame the "mortal sensibilities" if you want" he says using air quotes. "but I don't like the idea of leaving someone out here in this forsaken frozen hellscape when I can help. Besides, if this whole thing is to show you what mortal life is like, would suck for you to die before you get to see all of what that life entails, huh?"
"...Fine. While I can't say I understand your reasoning, if you're actually willing to help me, then I'll take it." They continue walking again. "Just don't expect me to be able to return the favor."
"Don't worry, I won't" He says light heartedly. "But I don't think walking is ideal, so how about we fly instead." Suddenly, Sarahphym finds that Phantom has picked her up and starts flying up into the air.
Sarah is initially surprised, but after realizing what's happened, they seem less panicked- if a little tense. "Ah, this is familiar- the flying part, I mean. You know, this almost reminds me of when I used to... never mind. Forget I said anything." They then sigh, realizing they'll likely never fly again, before going back to thinking of something.
He lets her think in silence as they fly out of the wastes and to one of the settlements directly south of it. "Here we are" Phantom says as they land right outside. He would gently place her down. "This should be a good place to start. The people here are typically friendly to newcomers so they should be able to help you until you are ready to move on."
"Hmm... yes, this place should do nicely for a little while. I have a goal in mind, but I suppose it wouldn't hurt to gear up for the journey ahead." They look up at the sky for a few seconds before they notice something- or rather, something's absence. "Wait, where did my... where'd my Citadel go? Ugh, I told them to stay in place!"
*The citadel moved a good few hundred miles away from the City of Order's airspace after the Storm Lord caught them doing what was basically breaking aerial traffic laws, but that's the long answer. Short answer: They did not, in fact, stay in place.*
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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)
"Hmm... yes, this place should do nicely for a little while. I have a goal in mind, but I suppose it wouldn't hurt to gear up for the journey ahead." They look up at the sky for a few seconds before they notice something- or rather, something's absence. "Wait, where did my... where'd my Citadel go? Ugh, I told them to stay in place!"
*The citadel moved a good few hundred miles away from the City of Order's airspace after the Storm Lord caught them doing what was basically breaking aerial traffic laws, but that's the long answer. Short answer: They did not, in fact, stay in place.*
"Oh...the Storm Lord told the elementals to move it to a pole or he would destroy it. I'm not sure where it went exactly." Phantom says.
Savut has created her greatest warriors yet: seven savotra anathemas. They haven’t awoken yet, and float atop the waters of the Fount. Savut is watching their development closely.
Orchid approaches tentatively, intrigued as to what she's doing. They hold some parchment scrolls in their arms, occasionally shifting their grasp on them to make sure none fall.
"Greetings, your grace." They give a sort of bow. "May I ask what you're working on?"
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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)
Balatro is keeping his Burning Colosseum in order, as devils and mortals battle for entertainment.
Soubera has invented the shotgun and is putting the finishing touches on it.
Happy is suddenly inside of the Colosseum, just walking around, although the devils and mortals seemingly can't see him.
A storm gathers above them, miles high as the Nameless King approaches with thunderous steps.
Balatro is surveying affairs in the top box, Faltros’s sword secured at his hip.
Soubera is polishing the barrel, sitting on the step of her shack.
Happy walks over to his old friend and waits patiently, whistling a tune to pass the time as he watches the fights.
The sound of heavy lightning fills the air as rain pours down on the shack.
Balatro doesn’t acknowledge his presence, but slowly takes the sword out.
The rain and lightning bend around her, since storms are also in her domain.
"Hey Balatro, how's it been? Have you enjoyed being alive?" He says, not an ounce of concern in his posture.
Once the Nameless King arrives the storms around her stops, the eye of the storm. He shrinks down to a size where he wouldn't be yelling just to speak "Hello, where am I?"
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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.'
"Hmm... yes, this place should do nicely for a little while. I have a goal in mind, but I suppose it wouldn't hurt to gear up for the journey ahead." They look up at the sky for a few seconds before they notice something- or rather, something's absence. "Wait, where did my... where'd my Citadel go? Ugh, I told them to stay in place!"
*The citadel moved a good few hundred miles away from the City of Order's airspace after the Storm Lord caught them doing what was basically breaking aerial traffic laws, but that's the long answer. Short answer: They did not, in fact, stay in place.*
"Oh...the Storm Lord told the elementals to move it to a pole or he would destroy it. I'm not sure where it went exactly." Phantom says.
They are clearly frustrated by this news, practically shaking. "Well, isn't that just great! As if Arsendi-" They are cut off mid-sentence, as if they are choking on their own words. "Dammit! I keep forgetting about th-" They are stopped again, simply growling something under their breath.
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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)
"Hmm... yes, this place should do nicely for a little while. I have a goal in mind, but I suppose it wouldn't hurt to gear up for the journey ahead." They look up at the sky for a few seconds before they notice something- or rather, something's absence. "Wait, where did my... where'd my Citadel go? Ugh, I told them to stay in place!"
*The citadel moved a good few hundred miles away from the City of Order's airspace after the Storm Lord caught them doing what was basically breaking aerial traffic laws, but that's the long answer. Short answer: They did not, in fact, stay in place.*
"Oh...the Storm Lord told the elementals to move it to a pole or he would destroy it. I'm not sure where it went exactly." Phantom says.
They are clearly frustrated by this news, practically shaking. "Well, isn't that just great! As if Arsendi-" They are cut off mid-sentence, as if they are choking on their own words. "Dammit! I keep forgetting about th-" They are stopped again, simply growling something under their breath.
Phantom is a bit confused by what is going on, but is also not looking to piss her off any further. "Well, at least it isn't destroyed so that's a good thing, right? I guess I'll leave you be then. Hope this new life isn't to bad for you."
"Hmm... yes, this place should do nicely for a little while. I have a goal in mind, but I suppose it wouldn't hurt to gear up for the journey ahead." They look up at the sky for a few seconds before they notice something- or rather, something's absence. "Wait, where did my... where'd my Citadel go? Ugh, I told them to stay in place!"
*The citadel moved a good few hundred miles away from the City of Order's airspace after the Storm Lord caught them doing what was basically breaking aerial traffic laws, but that's the long answer. Short answer: They did not, in fact, stay in place.*
"Oh...the Storm Lord told the elementals to move it to a pole or he would destroy it. I'm not sure where it went exactly." Phantom says.
They are clearly frustrated by this news, practically shaking. "Well, isn't that just great! As if Arsendi-" They are cut off mid-sentence, as if they are choking on their own words. "Dammit! I keep forgetting about th-" They are stopped again, simply growling something under their breath.
Phantom is a bit confused by what is going on, but is also not looking to piss her off any further. "Well, at least it isn't destroyed so that's a good thing, right? I guess I'll leave you be then. Hope this new life isn't to bad for you."
"Yeah... at least there's that." Sarah turns to face Phantom before he leaves. "Seriously, though- why did you help me? You have every reason to leave me in the wastes to die... but you didn't."
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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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"Blame the "mortal sensibilities" if you want" he says using air quotes. "but I don't like the idea of leaving someone out here in this forsaken frozen hellscape when I can help. Besides, if this whole thing is to show you what mortal life is like, would suck for you to die before you get to see all of what that life entails, huh?"
*Really? Let me guess, something about how Happy's lack of Humanity, led him to blaming the beasts?*
He passes him a fittingly sized controller "You're here now, it's fine. I tried to wait for you earlier, but it is what is it. I can't blame you." He goes to local multiplayer and picks Chipp.
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.)
Szerucharz seems confused as to how the controls work for a couple minutes, and then spends a bit too long on character selection, but eventually picks Testament once he notices their top hat.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"...Fine. While I can't say I understand your reasoning, if you're actually willing to help me, then I'll take it." They continue walking again. "Just don't expect me to be able to return the favor."
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)
"Don't worry, I won't" He says light heartedly. "But I don't think walking is ideal, so how about we fly instead." Suddenly, Sarahphym finds that Phantom has picked her up and starts flying up into the air.
Sarah is initially surprised, but after realizing what's happened, they seem less panicked- if a little tense. "Ah, this is familiar- the flying part, I mean. You know, this almost reminds me of when I used to... never mind. Forget I said anything." They then sigh, realizing they'll likely never fly again, before going back to thinking of something.
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)
Happy decides to explain how to play once they load in, giving Szerucharz a few matches to adapt to the controls and the character before beginning to brutally destroy him, discussing the story of the characters as they do "Can you believe Chipp was taught Ninjutsu by an otter?"
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.)
He lets her think in silence as they fly out of the wastes and to one of the settlements directly south of it. "Here we are" Phantom says as they land right outside. He would gently place her down. "This should be a good place to start. The people here are typically friendly to newcomers so they should be able to help you until you are ready to move on."
Savut has created her greatest warriors yet: seven savotra anathemas. They haven’t awoken yet, and float atop the waters of the Fount. Savut is watching their development closely.
Balatro is keeping his Burning Colosseum in order, as devils and mortals battle for entertainment.
Soubera has invented the shotgun and is putting the finishing touches on it.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Happy is suddenly inside of the Colosseum, just walking around, although the devils and mortals seemingly can't see him.
A storm gathers above them, miles high as the Nameless King approaches with thunderous steps.
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.)
Balatro is surveying affairs in the top box, Faltros’s sword secured at his hip.
Soubera is polishing the barrel, sitting on the step of her shack.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Happy walks over to his old friend and waits patiently, whistling a tune to pass the time as he watches the fights.
The sound of heavy lightning fills the air as rain pours down on the shack.
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.)
Balatro doesn’t acknowledge his presence, but slowly takes the sword out.
The rain and lightning bend around her, since storms are also in her domain.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Hmm... yes, this place should do nicely for a little while. I have a goal in mind, but I suppose it wouldn't hurt to gear up for the journey ahead." They look up at the sky for a few seconds before they notice something- or rather, something's absence. "Wait, where did my... where'd my Citadel go? Ugh, I told them to stay in place!"
*The citadel moved a good few hundred miles away from the City of Order's airspace after the Storm Lord caught them doing what was basically breaking aerial traffic laws, but that's the long answer. Short answer: They did not, in fact, stay in place.*
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...the Storm Lord told the elementals to move it to a pole or he would destroy it. I'm not sure where it went exactly." Phantom says.
Orchid approaches tentatively, intrigued as to what she's doing. They hold some parchment scrolls in their arms, occasionally shifting their grasp on them to make sure none fall.
"Greetings, your grace." They give a sort of bow. "May I ask what you're working on?"
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)
"Hey Balatro, how's it been? Have you enjoyed being alive?" He says, not an ounce of concern in his posture.
Once the Nameless King arrives the storms around her stops, the eye of the storm. He shrinks down to a size where he wouldn't be yelling just to speak "Hello, where am I?"
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.)
They are clearly frustrated by this news, practically shaking. "Well, isn't that just great! As if Arsendi-" They are cut off mid-sentence, as if they are choking on their own words. "Dammit! I keep forgetting about th-" They are stopped again, simply growling something under their breath.
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)
Phantom is a bit confused by what is going on, but is also not looking to piss her off any further. "Well, at least it isn't destroyed so that's a good thing, right? I guess I'll leave you be then. Hope this new life isn't to bad for you."
"Yeah... at least there's that." Sarah turns to face Phantom before he leaves. "Seriously, though- why did you help me? You have every reason to leave me in the wastes to die... but you didn't."
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)