"Hmm, how about something better, I am going to keep myself from doing any good with it, by giving it to someone who will." He tosses the orb to them "I don't want to be considered 'good' in the eyes of anyone, so you can."
He fumbles with the orb for a moment before catching it properly. "Oh, um...alright then. Why would you not want to be seen as a good person though?"
He looks at them, his eyes flashing frigid for a moment, sending a familiar fearful chill down Danny's spine before he smiles again "Because I'm not a good person. No reason to pretend I am."
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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, how about something better, I am going to keep myself from doing any good with it, by giving it to someone who will." He tosses the orb to them "I don't want to be considered 'good' in the eyes of anyone, so you can."
He fumbles with the orb for a moment before catching it properly. "Oh, um...alright then. Why would you not want to be seen as a good person though?"
He looks at them, his eyes flashing frigid for a moment, sending a familiar fearful chill down Danny's spine before he smiles again "Because I'm not a good person. No reason to pretend I am."
"I see" he says, shaking that twinge of fear away. "Well, I'll figure out something I can do with them then"
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
"Hmm, how about something better, I am going to keep myself from doing any good with it, by giving it to someone who will." He tosses the orb to them "I don't want to be considered 'good' in the eyes of anyone, so you can."
He fumbles with the orb for a moment before catching it properly. "Oh, um...alright then. Why would you not want to be seen as a good person though?"
He looks at them, his eyes flashing frigid for a moment, sending a familiar fearful chill down Danny's spine before he smiles again "Because I'm not a good person. No reason to pretend I am."
"I see" he says, shaking that twinge of fear away. "Well, I'll figure out something I can do with them then"
"It is best that you do my dear friend. I should likely get this salt water off myself." He says, smiling at them.
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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, how about something better, I am going to keep myself from doing any good with it, by giving it to someone who will." He tosses the orb to them "I don't want to be considered 'good' in the eyes of anyone, so you can."
He fumbles with the orb for a moment before catching it properly. "Oh, um...alright then. Why would you not want to be seen as a good person though?"
He looks at them, his eyes flashing frigid for a moment, sending a familiar fearful chill down Danny's spine before he smiles again "Because I'm not a good person. No reason to pretend I am."
"I see" he says, shaking that twinge of fear away. "Well, I'll figure out something I can do with them then"
"It is best that you do my dear friend. I should likely get this salt water off myself." He says, smiling at them.
"Yeah, I'm going to be drenched for weeks after all this rain passes." Phantom says with a chuckle.
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
"Hmm, how about something better, I am going to keep myself from doing any good with it, by giving it to someone who will." He tosses the orb to them "I don't want to be considered 'good' in the eyes of anyone, so you can."
He fumbles with the orb for a moment before catching it properly. "Oh, um...alright then. Why would you not want to be seen as a good person though?"
He looks at them, his eyes flashing frigid for a moment, sending a familiar fearful chill down Danny's spine before he smiles again "Because I'm not a good person. No reason to pretend I am."
"I see" he says, shaking that twinge of fear away. "Well, I'll figure out something I can do with them then"
"It is best that you do my dear friend. I should likely get this salt water off myself." He says, smiling at them.
"Yeah, I'm going to be drenched for weeks after all this rain passes." Phantom says with a chuckle.
He snaps his fingers and is left completely dry “Such a tedious thing to deal with. I may have to return to my manor, maybe allow some mortals to rest there.”
He snaps his fingers and is left completely dry “Such a tedious thing to deal with. I may have to return to my manor, maybe allow some mortals to rest there.”
"Thanks, sounds like a plan. I should be able to handle continuing on my own, the help today should give me an extra day to help the next settlement prep for the storms."
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
He snaps his fingers and is left completely dry “Such a tedious thing to deal with. I may have to return to my manor, maybe allow some mortals to rest there.”
"Thanks, sounds like a plan. I should be able to handle continuing on my own, the help today should give me an extra day to help the next settlement prep for the storms."
“I said maybe, I may not let them inside if you send any my way. You are welcome Danny, I am going to be off to go grab myself a drink, visit any time.” With that, he vanishes without a trace.
He snaps his fingers and is left completely dry “Such a tedious thing to deal with. I may have to return to my manor, maybe allow some mortals to rest there.”
"Thanks, sounds like a plan. I should be able to handle continuing on my own, the help today should give me an extra day to help the next settlement prep for the storms."
“I said maybe, I may not let them inside if you send any my way. You are welcome Danny, I am going to be off to go grab myself a drink, visit any time.” With that, he vanishes without a trace.
"Will do." He says before heading off to the next town.
*End scene*
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
*I was looking through some of the old Sarahphym stuff, and I had one small idea... the Snow Angel is likely never returning to the realm, however...*
Sarah has died- An event of little significance, to no one's sorrow or surprise. News is they died from the cold- some find that rather ironic. But... this isn't the end- much to their dismay.
The former Will opens their eyes, and finds themself in somewhere they had never seen before.
An absolutely, absurdly, obscenely large workshop. Szerucharz's workshop. The one place they had been dreading ever since the creation of the Frostbitten Wastes. Though, they don't know that yet.
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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)
*I was looking through some of the old Sarahphym stuff, and I had one small idea... the Snow Angel is likely never returning to the realm, however...*
Sarah has died- An event of little significance, to no one's sorrow or surprise. News is they died from the cold- some find that rather ironic. But... this isn't the end- much to their dismay.
The former Will opens their eyes, and finds themself in somewhere they had never seen before.
An absolutely, absurdly, obscenely large workshop. Szerucharz's workshop. The one place they had been dreading ever since the creation of the Frostbitten Wastes. Though, they don't know that yet.
They hear a familiar cackling in the distance, a madness they cannot help but dread, and then a yodeling that rings in their mind. Suddenly, someone is standing next to them, someone they hate “How goes everything sweets? Realize how cold it can get sometimes huh?” The devilish mad man Happy Chaos asks, wrapping an arm around them, putting one of his revolver’s to their head.
*I was looking through some of the old Sarahphym stuff, and I had one small idea... the Snow Angel is likely never returning to the realm, however...*
Sarah has died- An event of little significance, to no one's sorrow or surprise. News is they died from the cold- some find that rather ironic. But... this isn't the end- much to their dismay.
The former Will opens their eyes, and finds themself in somewhere they had never seen before.
An absolutely, absurdly, obscenely large workshop. Szerucharz's workshop. The one place they had been dreading ever since the creation of the Frostbitten Wastes. Though, they don't know that yet.
They hear a familiar cackling in the distance, a madness they cannot help but dread, and then a yodeling that rings in their mind. Suddenly, someone is standing next to them, someone they hate “How goes everything sweets? Realize how cold it can get sometimes huh?” The devilish mad man Happy Chaos asks, wrapping an arm around them, putting one of his revolver’s to their head.
The 'angel' is partly confused and partly angry, pushing him away. "Wha? What are you doing here? Where is here?"
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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)
*I was looking through some of the old Sarahphym stuff, and I had one small idea... the Snow Angel is likely never returning to the realm, however...*
Sarah has died- An event of little significance, to no one's sorrow or surprise. News is they died from the cold- some find that rather ironic. But... this isn't the end- much to their dismay.
The former Will opens their eyes, and finds themself in somewhere they had never seen before.
An absolutely, absurdly, obscenely large workshop. Szerucharz's workshop. The one place they had been dreading ever since the creation of the Frostbitten Wastes. Though, they don't know that yet.
They hear a familiar cackling in the distance, a madness they cannot help but dread, and then a yodeling that rings in their mind. Suddenly, someone is standing next to them, someone they hate “How goes everything sweets? Realize how cold it can get sometimes huh?” The devilish mad man Happy Chaos asks, wrapping an arm around them, putting one of his revolver’s to their head.
The 'angel' is partly confused and partly angry, pushing him away. "Wha? What are you doing here? Where is here?"
He cackles, his teeth sharp and happily cruel “You’re dead little missy. Welcome to the afterlife! If I’m lucky, I get to experiment on you!”
*I was looking through some of the old Sarahphym stuff, and I had one small idea... the Snow Angel is likely never returning to the realm, however...*
Sarah has died- An event of little significance, to no one's sorrow or surprise. News is they died from the cold- some find that rather ironic. But... this isn't the end- much to their dismay.
The former Will opens their eyes, and finds themself in somewhere they had never seen before.
An absolutely, absurdly, obscenely large workshop. Szerucharz's workshop. The one place they had been dreading ever since the creation of the Frostbitten Wastes. Though, they don't know that yet.
They hear a familiar cackling in the distance, a madness they cannot help but dread, and then a yodeling that rings in their mind. Suddenly, someone is standing next to them, someone they hate “How goes everything sweets? Realize how cold it can get sometimes huh?” The devilish mad man Happy Chaos asks, wrapping an arm around them, putting one of his revolver’s to their head.
The 'angel' is partly confused and partly angry, pushing him away. "Wha? What are you doing here? Where is here?"
He cackles, his teeth sharp and happily cruel “You’re dead little missy. Welcome to the afterlife! If I’m lucky, I get to experiment on you!”
They are silent for a few seconds, Happy being able to see their eye twitch once with a barely-contained mixture of anger and disbelief. "I... died? Wait, we're not in... this isn't their..." She stammers, not daring to finish her sentence and entertain the idea aloud.
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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)
*I was looking through some of the old Sarahphym stuff, and I had one small idea... the Snow Angel is likely never returning to the realm, however...*
Sarah has died- An event of little significance, to no one's sorrow or surprise. News is they died from the cold- some find that rather ironic. But... this isn't the end- much to their dismay.
The former Will opens their eyes, and finds themself in somewhere they had never seen before.
An absolutely, absurdly, obscenely large workshop. Szerucharz's workshop. The one place they had been dreading ever since the creation of the Frostbitten Wastes. Though, they don't know that yet.
They hear a familiar cackling in the distance, a madness they cannot help but dread, and then a yodeling that rings in their mind. Suddenly, someone is standing next to them, someone they hate “How goes everything sweets? Realize how cold it can get sometimes huh?” The devilish mad man Happy Chaos asks, wrapping an arm around them, putting one of his revolver’s to their head.
The 'angel' is partly confused and partly angry, pushing him away. "Wha? What are you doing here? Where is here?"
He cackles, his teeth sharp and happily cruel “You’re dead little missy. Welcome to the afterlife! If I’m lucky, I get to experiment on you!”
They are silent for a few seconds, Happy being able to see their eye twitch once with a barely-contained mixture of anger and disbelief. "I... died? Wait, we're not in... this isn't their..." She stammers, not daring to finish her sentence and entertain the idea aloud.
“Yeah you aren’t in hell are you? This place is worse for you, trust me. Come on hit me, please, I want you to try and get some of that anger out.” He says with a wide smile, full of madness.
*I was looking through some of the old Sarahphym stuff, and I had one small idea... the Snow Angel is likely never returning to the realm, however...*
Sarah has died- An event of little significance, to no one's sorrow or surprise. News is they died from the cold- some find that rather ironic. But... this isn't the end- much to their dismay.
The former Will opens their eyes, and finds themself in somewhere they had never seen before.
An absolutely, absurdly, obscenely large workshop. Szerucharz's workshop. The one place they had been dreading ever since the creation of the Frostbitten Wastes. Though, they don't know that yet.
They hear a familiar cackling in the distance, a madness they cannot help but dread, and then a yodeling that rings in their mind. Suddenly, someone is standing next to them, someone they hate “How goes everything sweets? Realize how cold it can get sometimes huh?” The devilish mad man Happy Chaos asks, wrapping an arm around them, putting one of his revolver’s to their head.
The 'angel' is partly confused and partly angry, pushing him away. "Wha? What are you doing here? Where is here?"
He cackles, his teeth sharp and happily cruel “You’re dead little missy. Welcome to the afterlife! If I’m lucky, I get to experiment on you!”
They are silent for a few seconds, Happy being able to see their eye twitch once with a barely-contained mixture of anger and disbelief. "I... died? Wait, we're not in... this isn't their..." She stammers, not daring to finish her sentence and entertain the idea aloud.
“Yeah you aren’t in hell are you? This place is worse for you, trust me. Come on hit me, please, I want you to try and get some of that anger out.” He says with a wide smile, full of madness.
They pause for a second, thinking, before whipping around and attempting to claw out the Will's throat. With HC being a Will and all, this likely does nothing.
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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)
*I was looking through some of the old Sarahphym stuff, and I had one small idea... the Snow Angel is likely never returning to the realm, however...*
Sarah has died- An event of little significance, to no one's sorrow or surprise. News is they died from the cold- some find that rather ironic. But... this isn't the end- much to their dismay.
The former Will opens their eyes, and finds themself in somewhere they had never seen before.
An absolutely, absurdly, obscenely large workshop. Szerucharz's workshop. The one place they had been dreading ever since the creation of the Frostbitten Wastes. Though, they don't know that yet.
They hear a familiar cackling in the distance, a madness they cannot help but dread, and then a yodeling that rings in their mind. Suddenly, someone is standing next to them, someone they hate “How goes everything sweets? Realize how cold it can get sometimes huh?” The devilish mad man Happy Chaos asks, wrapping an arm around them, putting one of his revolver’s to their head.
The 'angel' is partly confused and partly angry, pushing him away. "Wha? What are you doing here? Where is here?"
He cackles, his teeth sharp and happily cruel “You’re dead little missy. Welcome to the afterlife! If I’m lucky, I get to experiment on you!”
They are silent for a few seconds, Happy being able to see their eye twitch once with a barely-contained mixture of anger and disbelief. "I... died? Wait, we're not in... this isn't their..." She stammers, not daring to finish her sentence and entertain the idea aloud.
“Yeah you aren’t in hell are you? This place is worse for you, trust me. Come on hit me, please, I want you to try and get some of that anger out.” He says with a wide smile, full of madness.
They pause for a second, thinking, before whipping around and attempting to claw out the Will's throat. With HC being a Will and all, this likely does nothing.
He lets them do it, tearing out his throat as he drops to the ground, no blood come out, not a sound. Happy Chaos simply smiles as he climbs back to his feet, healing instantly “That’s fun. You’ve still got that fire in you huh?” He says with a smile “Ironic for someone who died from being cold.”
*I was looking through some of the old Sarahphym stuff, and I had one small idea... the Snow Angel is likely never returning to the realm, however...*
Sarah has died- An event of little significance, to no one's sorrow or surprise. News is they died from the cold- some find that rather ironic. But... this isn't the end- much to their dismay.
The former Will opens their eyes, and finds themself in somewhere they had never seen before.
An absolutely, absurdly, obscenely large workshop. Szerucharz's workshop. The one place they had been dreading ever since the creation of the Frostbitten Wastes. Though, they don't know that yet.
They hear a familiar cackling in the distance, a madness they cannot help but dread, and then a yodeling that rings in their mind. Suddenly, someone is standing next to them, someone they hate “How goes everything sweets? Realize how cold it can get sometimes huh?” The devilish mad man Happy Chaos asks, wrapping an arm around them, putting one of his revolver’s to their head.
The 'angel' is partly confused and partly angry, pushing him away. "Wha? What are you doing here? Where is here?"
He cackles, his teeth sharp and happily cruel “You’re dead little missy. Welcome to the afterlife! If I’m lucky, I get to experiment on you!”
They are silent for a few seconds, Happy being able to see their eye twitch once with a barely-contained mixture of anger and disbelief. "I... died? Wait, we're not in... this isn't their..." She stammers, not daring to finish her sentence and entertain the idea aloud.
“Yeah you aren’t in hell are you? This place is worse for you, trust me. Come on hit me, please, I want you to try and get some of that anger out.” He says with a wide smile, full of madness.
They pause for a second, thinking, before whipping around and attempting to claw out the Will's throat. With HC being a Will and all, this likely does nothing.
He lets them do it, tearing out his throat as he drops to the ground, no blood come out, not a sound. Happy Chaos simply smiles as he climbs back to his feet, healing instantly “That’s fun. You’ve still got that fire in you huh?” He says with a smile “Ironic for someone who died from being cold.”
They don't respond, lashing out at him again in a similar, though infinitely less effective, way that she would virtually every other time the two had met in the past.
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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)
*I was looking through some of the old Sarahphym stuff, and I had one small idea... the Snow Angel is likely never returning to the realm, however...*
Sarah has died- An event of little significance, to no one's sorrow or surprise. News is they died from the cold- some find that rather ironic. But... this isn't the end- much to their dismay.
The former Will opens their eyes, and finds themself in somewhere they had never seen before.
An absolutely, absurdly, obscenely large workshop. Szerucharz's workshop. The one place they had been dreading ever since the creation of the Frostbitten Wastes. Though, they don't know that yet.
They hear a familiar cackling in the distance, a madness they cannot help but dread, and then a yodeling that rings in their mind. Suddenly, someone is standing next to them, someone they hate “How goes everything sweets? Realize how cold it can get sometimes huh?” The devilish mad man Happy Chaos asks, wrapping an arm around them, putting one of his revolver’s to their head.
The 'angel' is partly confused and partly angry, pushing him away. "Wha? What are you doing here? Where is here?"
He cackles, his teeth sharp and happily cruel “You’re dead little missy. Welcome to the afterlife! If I’m lucky, I get to experiment on you!”
They are silent for a few seconds, Happy being able to see their eye twitch once with a barely-contained mixture of anger and disbelief. "I... died? Wait, we're not in... this isn't their..." She stammers, not daring to finish her sentence and entertain the idea aloud.
“Yeah you aren’t in hell are you? This place is worse for you, trust me. Come on hit me, please, I want you to try and get some of that anger out.” He says with a wide smile, full of madness.
They pause for a second, thinking, before whipping around and attempting to claw out the Will's throat. With HC being a Will and all, this likely does nothing.
He lets them do it, tearing out his throat as he drops to the ground, no blood come out, not a sound. Happy Chaos simply smiles as he climbs back to his feet, healing instantly “That’s fun. You’ve still got that fire in you huh?” He says with a smile “Ironic for someone who died from being cold.”
They don't respond, lashing out at him again in a similar, though infinitely less effective, way that she would virtually every other time the two had met in the past.
He lets them, being torn apart and repairing over and over and over, happily satisfied by the attempt, happy to see them try, and even happier to watch them fail, never bored of their hatred.
Sarah is trying and miserably failing to find a way out of the extra-dimensional workshop they found themselves in.
Happy continues to offer cryptic aid, just enough to probably help, but also too vague for them to really understand. To Sarah, this is probably torture.
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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.'
He looks at them, his eyes flashing frigid for a moment, sending a familiar fearful chill down Danny's spine before he smiles again "Because I'm not a good person. No reason to pretend I am."
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 see" he says, shaking that twinge of fear away. "Well, I'll figure out something I can do with them then"
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Characters for Tenebris Sine Fine
RoughCoronet's Greater Wills
"It is best that you do my dear friend. I should likely get this salt water off myself." He says, smiling at 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.)
"Yeah, I'm going to be drenched for weeks after all this rain passes." Phantom says with a chuckle.
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Characters for Tenebris Sine Fine
RoughCoronet's Greater Wills
He snaps his fingers and is left completely dry “Such a tedious thing to deal with. I may have to return to my manor, maybe allow some mortals to rest there.”
"Thanks, sounds like a plan. I should be able to handle continuing on my own, the help today should give me an extra day to help the next settlement prep for the storms."
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Characters for Tenebris Sine Fine
RoughCoronet's Greater Wills
“I said maybe, I may not let them inside if you send any my way. You are welcome Danny, I am going to be off to go grab myself a drink, visit any time.” With that, he vanishes without a trace.
"Will do." He says before heading off to the next town.
*End scene*
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Characters for Tenebris Sine Fine
RoughCoronet's Greater Wills
*I was looking through some of the old Sarahphym stuff, and I had one small idea... the Snow Angel is likely never returning to the realm, however...*
Sarah has died- An event of little significance, to no one's sorrow or surprise. News is they died from the cold- some find that rather ironic. But... this isn't the end- much to their dismay.
The former Will opens their eyes, and finds themself in somewhere they had never seen before.
An absolutely, absurdly, obscenely large workshop. Szerucharz's workshop. The one place they had been dreading ever since the creation of the Frostbitten Wastes. Though, they don't know that yet.
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)
They hear a familiar cackling in the distance, a madness they cannot help but dread, and then a yodeling that rings in their mind. Suddenly, someone is standing next to them, someone they hate “How goes everything sweets? Realize how cold it can get sometimes huh?” The devilish mad man Happy Chaos asks, wrapping an arm around them, putting one of his revolver’s to their head.
The 'angel' is partly confused and partly angry, pushing him away. "Wha? What are you doing here? Where is here?"
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 cackles, his teeth sharp and happily cruel “You’re dead little missy. Welcome to the afterlife! If I’m lucky, I get to experiment on you!”
They are silent for a few seconds, Happy being able to see their eye twitch once with a barely-contained mixture of anger and disbelief. "I... died? Wait, we're not in... this isn't their..." She stammers, not daring to finish her sentence and entertain the idea aloud.
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)
“Yeah you aren’t in hell are you? This place is worse for you, trust me. Come on hit me, please, I want you to try and get some of that anger out.” He says with a wide smile, full of madness.
They pause for a second, thinking, before whipping around and attempting to claw out the Will's throat. With HC being a Will and all, this likely does nothing.
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 lets them do it, tearing out his throat as he drops to the ground, no blood come out, not a sound. Happy Chaos simply smiles as he climbs back to his feet, healing instantly “That’s fun. You’ve still got that fire in you huh?” He says with a smile “Ironic for someone who died from being cold.”
They don't respond, lashing out at him again in a similar, though infinitely less effective, way that she would virtually every other time the two had met in the past.
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 lets them, being torn apart and repairing over and over and over, happily satisfied by the attempt, happy to see them try, and even happier to watch them fail, never bored of their hatred.
Eris continues her study of the Manor's surroundings as it lumbers across the realm, hoping to find inspiration for her next project.
Orchid is overseeing the Arena of Thorns, releasing her creations into the pit every so often and watching to see if they survive.
Sarah is trying and miserably failing to find a way out of the extra-dimensional workshop they found themselves in.
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 continues to offer cryptic aid, just enough to probably help, but also too vague for them to really understand. To Sarah, this is probably torture.
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.)