His eyes dilate even more and he holds out his own hand. "May I look?"
"Of course- just be careful not to touch me, what with my thorns and fire and such. I'd hate to accidentally harm you." It responds, its attention now fully focused on him now that the crowd has left.
He seems in awe of its decency as he puts his hands next to its, mimicking its movements and orientation. "Fascinating! I'd think they were the work of God if they were less chimeric in origin. Adding in the fungus as a binder was... inspired."
*Thank you for your patience, I was eating a makeshift lunch*
"The initial fusing of the flesh and metal was admittedly not my intention. I had consumed an immensely powerful source of energy, and had to act fast before it tore me apart. Since then, though, I've been adding my own improvements to the design." It explains, as though this were the most normal thing to it.
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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)
He seems in awe of its decency as he puts his hands next to its, mimicking its movements and orientation. "Fascinating! I'd think they were the work of God if they were less chimeric in origin. Adding in the fungus as a binder was... inspired."
*Thank you for your patience, I was eating a makeshift lunch*
"The initial fusing of the flesh and metal was admittedly not my intention. I had consumed an immensely powerful source of energy, and had to act fast before it tore me apart. Since then, though, I've been adding my own improvements to the design." It explains, as though this were the most normal thing to it.
"Some of the greatest inventions were discovered by accident. Penicillin was a mistake, putty was a failure at everything it was intended to do, cola was originally supposed to be a cure for morphine addiction. These hands could save lives. Imagine using this technology to fix disfigurements, or to replace lost limbs. Every barber-surgeon for hundreds of miles would come running for your supplies, your teachings." He dumps the apples from his briefcase and begins to carefully measure aspects of the hands with his alien tools, from the color to the scent to the lengths of individual fingers. Almost none of it seems like it's going to be useful.
He pauses, thinking. "Are you a god?"
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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.
He seems in awe of its decency as he puts his hands next to its, mimicking its movements and orientation. "Fascinating! I'd think they were the work of God if they were less chimeric in origin. Adding in the fungus as a binder was... inspired."
*Thank you for your patience, I was eating a makeshift lunch*
"The initial fusing of the flesh and metal was admittedly not my intention. I had consumed an immensely powerful source of energy, and had to act fast before it tore me apart. Since then, though, I've been adding my own improvements to the design." It explains, as though this were the most normal thing to it.
"Some of the greatest inventions were discovered by accident. Penicillin was a mistake, putty was a failure at everything it was intended to do, cola was originally supposed to be a cure for morphine addiction. These hands could save lives. Imagine using this technology to fix disfigurements, or to replace lost limbs. Every barber-surgeon for hundreds of miles would come running for your supplies, your teachings." He dumps the apples from his briefcase and begins to carefully measure aspects of the hands with his alien tools, from the color to the scent to the lengths of individual fingers. Almost none of it seems like it's going to be useful.
He pauses, thinking. "Are you a god?"
"Of sorts." It answers, not elaborating further. "You're right- this material conglomerate certainly could do a lot of good. I figured out how to create things with it- avatars, tools, and the like. If you want, I think I could show you some of my notes from my research."
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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)
"Some of the greatest inventions were discovered by accident. Penicillin was a mistake, putty was a failure at everything it was intended to do, cola was originally supposed to be a cure for morphine addiction. These hands could save lives. Imagine using this technology to fix disfigurements, or to replace lost limbs. Every barber-surgeon for hundreds of miles would come running for your supplies, your teachings." He dumps the apples from his briefcase and begins to carefully measure aspects of the hands with his alien tools, from the color to the scent to the lengths of individual fingers. Almost none of it seems like it's going to be useful.
He pauses, thinking. "Are you a god?"
"Of sorts." It answers, not elaborating further. "You're right- this material conglomerate certainly could do a lot of good. I figured out how to create things with it- avatars, tools, and the like. If you want, I think I could show you some of my notes from my research."
He nods, looking up with worship in his uncanny face. His pheromones don't work on it, but Helianth can sense the tooth-rottingly sweet cloud around him growing subtly stronger. This seems to be him trying to display some amount of affection, an attempt to illicit a similar response from the flower. If Helianth were a lesser being, maybe it would have fallen for such an insidious trick, one that worked on so many ghosts and ghouls before it.
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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.
The quiet clown behind you murmurs, "You ain't gonna get a lot from this dude with an attitude like that."
The Librarian, now Gottfried, stares at you disdainfully. "There is a spell I know that may be able to locate it. However, it would require me to touch what little soul you have left in that metal shell. Believe me, it could be quite painful... unless... you are willing to donate to my collection."
He turns back to them, just his head, his body remaining where it was "I am purely being honest on how I feel towards him." He turns back to face them, "What would you want? The knowledge of how something such as this takes place." He gestures down to his own body.
The April Fish mutters, “Honestly, honesty need not be so loud.”
He pops a knuckle in thought, “Yes… I suppose that would do.” He reaches up and removes his spectacles to reveal two gaping holes where his eyes should be. Inside one of the dark pits is another sparrow that sits and watches the outside world with its own beady eyes. That bird joins the other in fluttering around in the air. “Are you ready to begin?”
The quiet clown behind you murmurs, "You ain't gonna get a lot from this dude with an attitude like that."
The Librarian, now Gottfried, stares at you disdainfully. "There is a spell I know that may be able to locate it. However, it would require me to touch what little soul you have left in that metal shell. Believe me, it could be quite painful... unless... you are willing to donate to my collection."
He turns back to them, just his head, his body remaining where it was "I am purely being honest on how I feel towards him." He turns back to face them, "What would you want? The knowledge of how something such as this takes place." He gestures down to his own body.
The April Fish mutters, “Honestly, honesty need not be so loud.”
He pops a knuckle in thought, “Yes… I suppose that would do.” He reaches up and removes his spectacles to reveal two gaping holes where his eyes should be. Inside one of the dark pits is another sparrow that sits and watches the outside world with its own beady eyes. That bird joins the other in fluttering around in the air. “Are you ready to begin?”
His own eye analyzes the empty holes curiously, if he could smile he most certainly would, before putting his hands behind his back and nodding, “Do what you must, this body is only temporary if the information is satisfactory.”
The quiet clown behind you murmurs, "You ain't gonna get a lot from this dude with an attitude like that."
The Librarian, now Gottfried, stares at you disdainfully. "There is a spell I know that may be able to locate it. However, it would require me to touch what little soul you have left in that metal shell. Believe me, it could be quite painful... unless... you are willing to donate to my collection."
He turns back to them, just his head, his body remaining where it was "I am purely being honest on how I feel towards him." He turns back to face them, "What would you want? The knowledge of how something such as this takes place." He gestures down to his own body.
The April Fish mutters, “Honestly, honesty need not be so loud.”
He pops a knuckle in thought, “Yes… I suppose that would do.” He reaches up and removes his spectacles to reveal two gaping holes where his eyes should be. Inside one of the dark pits is another sparrow that sits and watches the outside world with its own beady eyes. That bird joins the other in fluttering around in the air. “Are you ready to begin?”
His own eye analyzes the empty holes curiously, if he could smile he most certainly would, before putting his hands behind his back and nodding, “Do what you must, this body is only temporary if the information is satisfactory.”
“Alright then,” With a sound like the snapping of twigs, he pops all his fingers in one smooth motion. Then he presses the palm of his left hand against the back of his right and presses the palm of his right hand against the petals of one of the flowers growing from your chest. He then presses this flower against your metal chest, squashing it as the two sparrows begin to fly in a circle around his hands. Red light shines from between his fingers and illuminates the flesh of his hands until you could count the bones in each finger. Something deep inside the Professor churns and twists. It wriggles about as if trying to escape but it is caught and dragged out of the grasp of the Mime and into the hold of the Professor. The Mime feels a searing pain while the Professor gains new knowledge, the location of his body.
He savors the pain the mime feels in his place, his bloodshot eye losing some of the pain it once felt, the rage it was supposed to feel, and enjoys every little moment of it “HOW WONDERFUL! You are a gift, Gottfried. Now I can have my revenge. Thank you.”
How dull.. do you remember how the fairies blessed her with beauty and obedience? Can you imagine? How shall she hunt for winged things and collect the bones of those that crawl? They gave her no sense of self I tell you! Those fairies were always spitting out glitter and honeyed lies from their mouths. I shall bless her with something much better; she shall be able to roam free without anyone binding her in chains of words or of the physical kind.
Ave, the archfey of Free Will and Blessings, is a creature that hops from tree to tree, hiding in the shadows, but they are far from an enigma or antisocial. They frequent the balls of both the Seelie and the Unseelie, refusing to be apart of either court. With cats at her side, blessed with the ability to speak for their mute lordship, they stand alone amongst the wild nature of the fey realm.
Dressed in a long black jacket made of silk that is decorated often with patterns that change on a whim, they proudly show off their chest which has no breast nor pectoral, more so smooth planes of flesh that defy gender. With stitched lips from their younger days, always bothering Tatiana, they were silenced after much annoyance to the Queen of the Seelie. They wear a pair of gilded spectacles upon their brow, set with rose-colored lenses while their ears and nose are pierced with golden studs, bars, and rings.
Ave currently is with their kitties, exploring the Autumn Realm, some how have slipped passed it's walls. A lit pipe pokes between the stitches of their lips, smoke getting exhaled through the nose that smells sweetly of elderberry. Their cats sit on their shoulders, chattering about the birds.
"I do say, I prefer the blue ones. How crunchy their bones are!" They one with green eyes purrs.
"But sister, what about the red ones? Do they not taste more delectable?" The one with blue eyes mentions.
"Indeed, but I prefer a good crunch to my meal!"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
How dull.. do you remember how the fairies blessed her with beauty and obedience? Can you imagine? How shall she hunt for winged things and collect the bones of those that crawl? They gave her no sense of self I tell you! Those fairies were always spitting out glitter and honeyed lies from their mouths. I shall bless her with something much better; she shall be able to roam free without anyone binding her in chains of words or of the physical kind.
Ave, the archfey of Free Will and Blessings, is a creature that hops from tree to tree, hiding in the shadows, but they are far from an enigma or antisocial. They frequent the balls of both the Seelie and the Unseelie, refusing to be apart of either court. With cats at her side, blessed with the ability to speak for their mute lordship, they stand alone amongst the wild nature of the fey realm.
Dressed in a long black jacket made of silk that is decorated often with patterns that change on a whim, they proudly show off their chest which has no breast nor pectoral, more so smooth planes of flesh that defy gender. With stitched lips from their younger days, always bothering Tatiana, they were silenced after much annoyance to the Queen of the Seelie. They wear a pair of gilded spectacles upon their brow, set with rose-colored lenses while their ears and nose are pierced with golden studs, bars, and rings.
Ave currently is with their kitties, exploring the Autumn Realm, some how have slipped passed it's walls. A lit pipe pokes between the stitches of their lips, smoke getting exhaled through the nose that smells sweetly of elderberry. Their cats sit on their shoulders, chattering about the birds.
"I do say, I prefer the blue ones. How crunchy their bones are!" They one with green eyes purrs.
"But sister, what about the red ones? Do they not taste more delectable?" The one with blue eyes mentions.
"Indeed, but I prefer a good crunch to my meal!"
They come across a strange-looking young man in fine clothes digging a hole with his bare hands. His features are human, but barely so. Not deformed, but different in a way that defies normal monstrosity. His dark eyes too big, his snow-white teeth too straight. He's dressed as a railroad baron, and smells like chocolate chip cookies hot out of the oven combined with freshly brewed coffee. The hole is about the size and shape to fit a coffin, but it's nowhere near deep enough.
He looks up. The cats feel a warmth, a kinship with him. Pheromones fill the air, saying 'this is a friend.' Ave, however, is immune if they wish to be.
"Hello." The mimic whispers. "Would you like to help me dig?"
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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.
How dull.. do you remember how the fairies blessed her with beauty and obedience? Can you imagine? How shall she hunt for winged things and collect the bones of those that crawl? They gave her no sense of self I tell you! Those fairies were always spitting out glitter and honeyed lies from their mouths. I shall bless her with something much better; she shall be able to roam free without anyone binding her in chains of words or of the physical kind.
Ave, the archfey of Free Will and Blessings, is a creature that hops from tree to tree, hiding in the shadows, but they are far from an enigma or antisocial. They frequent the balls of both the Seelie and the Unseelie, refusing to be apart of either court. With cats at her side, blessed with the ability to speak for their mute lordship, they stand alone amongst the wild nature of the fey realm.
Dressed in a long black jacket made of silk that is decorated often with patterns that change on a whim, they proudly show off their chest which has no breast nor pectoral, more so smooth planes of flesh that defy gender. With stitched lips from their younger days, always bothering Tatiana, they were silenced after much annoyance to the Queen of the Seelie. They wear a pair of gilded spectacles upon their brow, set with rose-colored lenses while their ears and nose are pierced with golden studs, bars, and rings.
Ave currently is with their kitties, exploring the Autumn Realm, some how have slipped passed it's walls. A lit pipe pokes between the stitches of their lips, smoke getting exhaled through the nose that smells sweetly of elderberry. Their cats sit on their shoulders, chattering about the birds.
"I do say, I prefer the blue ones. How crunchy their bones are!" They one with green eyes purrs.
"But sister, what about the red ones? Do they not taste more delectable?" The one with blue eyes mentions.
"Indeed, but I prefer a good crunch to my meal!"
They come across a strange-looking young man in fine clothes digging a hole with his bare hands. His features are human, but barely so. Not deformed, but different in a way that defies normal monstrosity. His dark eyes too big, his snow-white teeth too straight. He's dressed as a railroad baron, and smells like chocolate chip cookies hot out of the oven combined with freshly brewed coffee. The hole is about the size and shape to fit a coffin, but it's nowhere near deep enough.
He looks up. The cats feel a warmth, a kinship with him. Pheromones fill the air, saying 'this is a friend.' Ave, however, is immune if they wish to be.
"Hello." The mimic whispers. "Would you like to help me dig?"
They cats flick their tails "Oooh! What creature are we burying? Did it run? Did it put up a fight?" The one with green eyes asks and jumps down from Ave's shoulder. The blue one nods in agreeance and follows after, padding over.
Ave watches for a moment, exhaling smoke from their nose. They walk over, fixing their glasses.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
They come across a strange-looking young man in fine clothes digging a hole with his bare hands. His features are human, but barely so. Not deformed, but different in a way that defies normal monstrosity. His dark eyes too big, his snow-white teeth too straight. He's dressed as a railroad baron, and smells like chocolate chip cookies hot out of the oven combined with freshly brewed coffee. The hole is about the size and shape to fit a coffin, but it's nowhere near deep enough.
He looks up. The cats feel a warmth, a kinship with him. Pheromones fill the air, saying 'this is a friend.' Ave, however, is immune if they wish to be.
"Hello." The mimic whispers. "Would you like to help me dig?"
They cats flick their tails "Oooh! What creature are we burying? Did it run? Did it put up a fight?" The one with green eyes asks and jumps down from Ave's shoulder. The blue one nods in agreeance and follows after, padding over.
Ave watches for a moment, exhaling smoke from their nose. They walk over, fixing their glasses.
"We are burying a fiendish parasite. It is quite strong, but I'm certain you could destroy it without issue. We are not here to destroy it, though. We are going to bury it here, so wildflowers and worms will rise up, and so the monster will remain safe through the hottest part of the day." He looks up at Ave and gives a little smile and wave.
"What are your names, if I may ask?"
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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.
They come across a strange-looking young man in fine clothes digging a hole with his bare hands. His features are human, but barely so. Not deformed, but different in a way that defies normal monstrosity. His dark eyes too big, his snow-white teeth too straight. He's dressed as a railroad baron, and smells like chocolate chip cookies hot out of the oven combined with freshly brewed coffee. The hole is about the size and shape to fit a coffin, but it's nowhere near deep enough.
He looks up. The cats feel a warmth, a kinship with him. Pheromones fill the air, saying 'this is a friend.' Ave, however, is immune if they wish to be.
"Hello." The mimic whispers. "Would you like to help me dig?"
They cats flick their tails "Oooh! What creature are we burying? Did it run? Did it put up a fight?" The one with green eyes asks and jumps down from Ave's shoulder. The blue one nods in agreeance and follows after, padding over.
Ave watches for a moment, exhaling smoke from their nose. They walk over, fixing their glasses.
"We are burying a fiendish parasite. It is quite strong, but I'm certain you could destroy it without issue. We are not here to destroy it, though. We are going to bury it here, so wildflowers and worms will rise up, and so the monster will remain safe through the hottest part of the day." He looks up at Ave and gives a little smile and wave.
"What are your names, if I may ask?"
Ave bows their head, a smile quirkes on their lips. The cat with green eyes purrs contently "Ah! How fun!! We may help! We do love a good burial!" She runs over and begins to dig. The blue eyed one tilts their head "I must say, how did you kill it? I thought they could only die by holy blade! Perhaps my texts and times are wrong."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
"We are burying a fiendish parasite. It is quite strong, but I'm certain you could destroy it without issue. We are not here to destroy it, though. We are going to bury it here, so wildflowers and worms will rise up, and so the monster will remain safe through the hottest part of the day." He looks up at Ave and gives a little smile and wave.
"What are your names, if I may ask?"
Ave bows their head, a smile quirkes on their lips. The cat with green eyes purrs contently "Ah! How fun!! We may help! We do love a good burial!" She runs over and begins to dig. The blue eyed one tilts their head "I must say, how did you kill it? I thought they could only die by holy blade! Perhaps my texts and times are wrong."
He reaches out to pet the blue-eyed cat. "I'm afraid they aren't dead, and will simply be sleeping in this hole until we find a better place for it. Fiends are dangerous beings, and while they can be killed, it's hard to do so without hurting everyone around us. They release bursts of evil energy when they die, along with at least one evil soul they've collected. Bad for the environment." Worms crawl up his sleeves as he digs, and crows have begun to gather in nearby trees.
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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.
"We are burying a fiendish parasite. It is quite strong, but I'm certain you could destroy it without issue. We are not here to destroy it, though. We are going to bury it here, so wildflowers and worms will rise up, and so the monster will remain safe through the hottest part of the day." He looks up at Ave and gives a little smile and wave.
"What are your names, if I may ask?"
Ave bows their head, a smile quirkes on their lips. The cat with green eyes purrs contently "Ah! How fun!! We may help! We do love a good burial!" She runs over and begins to dig. The blue eyed one tilts their head "I must say, how did you kill it? I thought they could only die by holy blade! Perhaps my texts and times are wrong."
He reaches out to pet the blue-eyed cat. "I'm afraid they aren't dead, and will simply be sleeping in this hole until we find a better place for it. Fiends are dangerous beings, and while they can be killed, it's hard to do so without hurting everyone around us. They release bursts of evil energy when they die, along with at least one evil soul they've collected. Bad for the environment." Worms crawl up his sleeves as he digs, and crows have begun to gather in nearby trees.
He feels Ave staring at them and, if they turn around, for a moment, he can see that they have copied his features. The wide eyes, the big smile, the slightly less than human features. Just their face it seems, but as soon as he fully faces them, it's gone.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
He savors the pain the mime feels in his place, his bloodshot eye losing some of the pain it once felt, the rage it was supposed to feel, and enjoys every little moment of it “HOW WONDERFUL! You are a gift, Gottfried. Now I can have my revenge. Thank you.”
Gottfried smiles thinly and twists a few fingers until the pop, “You are certainly eager. I’m glad I could be of service. Don’t forget the writings though, because I won’t.” One of the birds flies back into his eyehole and he covers them again with his spectacles. The other perches on a book shelf.
He reaches out to pet the blue-eyed cat. "I'm afraid they aren't dead, and will simply be sleeping in this hole until we find a better place for it. Fiends are dangerous beings, and while they can be killed, it's hard to do so without hurting everyone around us. They release bursts of evil energy when they die, along with at least one evil soul they've collected. Bad for the environment." Worms crawl up his sleeves as he digs, and crows have begun to gather in nearby trees.
He feels Ave staring at them and, if they turn around, for a moment, he can see that they have copied his features. The wide eyes, the big smile, the slightly less than human features. Just their face it seems, but as soon as he fully faces them, it's gone.
He jumps a bit, then claps, laughing like a baby playing peek-a-boo. "That was amazing! I'm not very good at disguises myself. If it weren't for my other abilities, I would probably be hunted down. Do you think you could teach me sometime?"
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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.
He reaches out to pet the blue-eyed cat. "I'm afraid they aren't dead, and will simply be sleeping in this hole until we find a better place for it. Fiends are dangerous beings, and while they can be killed, it's hard to do so without hurting everyone around us. They release bursts of evil energy when they die, along with at least one evil soul they've collected. Bad for the environment." Worms crawl up his sleeves as he digs, and crows have begun to gather in nearby trees.
He feels Ave staring at them and, if they turn around, for a moment, he can see that they have copied his features. The wide eyes, the big smile, the slightly less than human features. Just their face it seems, but as soon as he fully faces them, it's gone.
He jumps a bit, then claps, laughing like a baby playing peek-a-boo. "That was amazing! I'm not very good at disguises myself. If it weren't for my other abilities, I would probably be hunted down. Do you think you could teach me sometime?"
The blue eyed cat chuckled "They are always like that, a lover of all things odd and strange." The other nods and bares sharp teeth in a smile "They would be honored to teach you, at least they tell us that.'
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
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"The initial fusing of the flesh and metal was admittedly not my intention. I had consumed an immensely powerful source of energy, and had to act fast before it tore me apart. Since then, though, I've been adding my own improvements to the design." It explains, as though this were the most normal thing to it.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"Some of the greatest inventions were discovered by accident. Penicillin was a mistake, putty was a failure at everything it was intended to do, cola was originally supposed to be a cure for morphine addiction. These hands could save lives. Imagine using this technology to fix disfigurements, or to replace lost limbs. Every barber-surgeon for hundreds of miles would come running for your supplies, your teachings." He dumps the apples from his briefcase and begins to carefully measure aspects of the hands with his alien tools, from the color to the scent to the lengths of individual fingers. Almost none of it seems like it's going to be useful.
He pauses, thinking. "Are you a god?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Of sorts." It answers, not elaborating further. "You're right- this material conglomerate certainly could do a lot of good. I figured out how to create things with it- avatars, tools, and the like. If you want, I think I could show you some of my notes from my research."
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 nods, looking up with worship in his uncanny face. His pheromones don't work on it, but Helianth can sense the tooth-rottingly sweet cloud around him growing subtly stronger. This seems to be him trying to display some amount of affection, an attempt to illicit a similar response from the flower. If Helianth were a lesser being, maybe it would have fallen for such an insidious trick, one that worked on so many ghosts and ghouls before it.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The April Fish mutters, “Honestly, honesty need not be so loud.”
He pops a knuckle in thought, “Yes… I suppose that would do.” He reaches up and removes his spectacles to reveal two gaping holes where his eyes should be. Inside one of the dark pits is another sparrow that sits and watches the outside world with its own beady eyes. That bird joins the other in fluttering around in the air. “Are you ready to begin?”
His own eye analyzes the empty holes curiously, if he could smile he most certainly would, before putting his hands behind his back and nodding, “Do what you must, this body is only temporary if the information is satisfactory.”
“Alright then,” With a sound like the snapping of twigs, he pops all his fingers in one smooth motion. Then he presses the palm of his left hand against the back of his right and presses the palm of his right hand against the petals of one of the flowers growing from your chest. He then presses this flower against your metal chest, squashing it as the two sparrows begin to fly in a circle around his hands. Red light shines from between his fingers and illuminates the flesh of his hands until you could count the bones in each finger. Something deep inside the Professor churns and twists. It wriggles about as if trying to escape but it is caught and dragged out of the grasp of the Mime and into the hold of the Professor. The Mime feels a searing pain while the Professor gains new knowledge, the location of his body.
*Cut for Dark.*
He savors the pain the mime feels in his place, his bloodshot eye losing some of the pain it once felt, the rage it was supposed to feel, and enjoys every little moment of it “HOW WONDERFUL! You are a gift, Gottfried. Now I can have my revenge. Thank you.”
*The Autumn country lives once more!*
*Indeed! I made a *
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
How dull.. do you remember how the fairies blessed her with beauty and obedience? Can you imagine? How shall she hunt for winged things and collect the bones of those that crawl? They gave her no sense of self I tell you! Those fairies were always spitting out glitter and honeyed lies from their mouths. I shall bless her with something much better; she shall be able to roam free without anyone binding her in chains of words or of the physical kind.
Ave, the archfey of Free Will and Blessings, is a creature that hops from tree to tree, hiding in the shadows, but they are far from an enigma or antisocial. They frequent the balls of both the Seelie and the Unseelie, refusing to be apart of either court. With cats at her side, blessed with the ability to speak for their mute lordship, they stand alone amongst the wild nature of the fey realm.
Dressed in a long black jacket made of silk that is decorated often with patterns that change on a whim, they proudly show off their chest which has no breast nor pectoral, more so smooth planes of flesh that defy gender. With stitched lips from their younger days, always bothering Tatiana, they were silenced after much annoyance to the Queen of the Seelie. They wear a pair of gilded spectacles upon their brow, set with rose-colored lenses while their ears and nose are pierced with golden studs, bars, and rings.
Ave currently is with their kitties, exploring the Autumn Realm, some how have slipped passed it's walls. A lit pipe pokes between the stitches of their lips, smoke getting exhaled through the nose that smells sweetly of elderberry. Their cats sit on their shoulders, chattering about the birds.
"I do say, I prefer the blue ones. How crunchy their bones are!" They one with green eyes purrs.
"But sister, what about the red ones? Do they not taste more delectable?" The one with blue eyes mentions.
"Indeed, but I prefer a good crunch to my meal!"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
They come across a strange-looking young man in fine clothes digging a hole with his bare hands. His features are human, but barely so. Not deformed, but different in a way that defies normal monstrosity. His dark eyes too big, his snow-white teeth too straight. He's dressed as a railroad baron, and smells like chocolate chip cookies hot out of the oven combined with freshly brewed coffee. The hole is about the size and shape to fit a coffin, but it's nowhere near deep enough.
He looks up. The cats feel a warmth, a kinship with him. Pheromones fill the air, saying 'this is a friend.' Ave, however, is immune if they wish to be.
"Hello." The mimic whispers. "Would you like to help me dig?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
They cats flick their tails "Oooh! What creature are we burying? Did it run? Did it put up a fight?" The one with green eyes asks and jumps down from Ave's shoulder. The blue one nods in agreeance and follows after, padding over.
Ave watches for a moment, exhaling smoke from their nose. They walk over, fixing their glasses.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"We are burying a fiendish parasite. It is quite strong, but I'm certain you could destroy it without issue. We are not here to destroy it, though. We are going to bury it here, so wildflowers and worms will rise up, and so the monster will remain safe through the hottest part of the day." He looks up at Ave and gives a little smile and wave.
"What are your names, if I may ask?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Ave bows their head, a smile quirkes on their lips. The cat with green eyes purrs contently "Ah! How fun!! We may help! We do love a good burial!" She runs over and begins to dig. The blue eyed one tilts their head "I must say, how did you kill it? I thought they could only die by holy blade! Perhaps my texts and times are wrong."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
He reaches out to pet the blue-eyed cat. "I'm afraid they aren't dead, and will simply be sleeping in this hole until we find a better place for it. Fiends are dangerous beings, and while they can be killed, it's hard to do so without hurting everyone around us. They release bursts of evil energy when they die, along with at least one evil soul they've collected. Bad for the environment." Worms crawl up his sleeves as he digs, and crows have begun to gather in nearby trees.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He feels Ave staring at them and, if they turn around, for a moment, he can see that they have copied his features. The wide eyes, the big smile, the slightly less than human features. Just their face it seems, but as soon as he fully faces them, it's gone.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Gottfried smiles thinly and twists a few fingers until the pop, “You are certainly eager. I’m glad I could be of service. Don’t forget the writings though, because I won’t.” One of the birds flies back into his eyehole and he covers them again with his spectacles. The other perches on a book shelf.
He jumps a bit, then claps, laughing like a baby playing peek-a-boo. "That was amazing! I'm not very good at disguises myself. If it weren't for my other abilities, I would probably be hunted down. Do you think you could teach me sometime?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The blue eyed cat chuckled "They are always like that, a lover of all things odd and strange." The other nods and bares sharp teeth in a smile "They would be honored to teach you, at least they tell us that.'
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]