They sigh. "But why do you need someone else in a mobile suit?"
"I need to make some modifications to this one that I need another mobile suit to attach, and I need to be in this one to make sure everything works."
*how to persuade him hmmm*
"Hold on. I might be able to help." He holds out an arm. It begins to extend, the skin splitting and bursting as it reaches out, spikes of ice and bone piercing through the tissue. By the end, he places a horrible talon on the end of the suit's horn.
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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 sigh. "But why do you need someone else in a mobile suit?"
"I need to make some modifications to this one that I need another mobile suit to attach, and I need to be in this one to make sure everything works."
*how to persuade him hmmm*
"Hold on. I might be able to help." He holds out an arm. It begins to extend, the skin splitting and bursting as it reaches out, spikes of ice and bone piercing through the tissue. By the end, he places a horrible talon on the end of the suit's horn.
"Hold on. I might be able to help." He holds out an arm. It begins to extend, the skin splitting and bursting as it reaches out, spikes of ice and bone piercing through the tissue. By the end, he places a horrible talon on the end of the suit's horn.
"That looks painful."
*um the horn is at least like 10 feet up*
*Yes.*
"Eh, it's fine. I just haven't done this in a long time, I guess."
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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.
"Hold on. I might be able to help." He holds out an arm. It begins to extend, the skin splitting and bursting as it reaches out, spikes of ice and bone piercing through the tissue. By the end, he places a horrible talon on the end of the suit's horn.
"That looks painful."
*um the horn is at least like 10 feet up*
*Yes.*
"Eh, it's fine. I just haven't done this in a long time, I guess."
*Good afternoon, everyone! How are y'all doing today?*
That vile, ever-starving wretch Helianth has been busily preparing for the next phase of its plan. Fine-tuning its star-spewing weapon's mechanisms, preparing its strongest spells, and studying tactics and methods used in victories past that could (theoretically) be applied to its next attempt at conquest. It begins preparing to leave the Starshredder, packing up annotated battle plans, some blueprints, and a few other papers to bring with it. The god-eater has set its sights on the death of Ragnorra, but it'll need an army. Fortunately, the Ghoul Queen has exactly that.
Adeline sits perched in the boughs of an old gnarled tree a short ways from the Sanctuary's heart, its branches strangled with spiderwebs like all the others, though she seems to avoid getting stuck in the webs just fine. She wipes the dark blood from her face with a cloth that returns to her satchel pocket soon afterwards- judging by the pile of yellowed, moldered bones at the foot of the tree, picked almost entirely clean, she's had a fair bit more than her fill of ghoul flesh. Metamorphosis needs lots of energy, after all. Before she heads back to the burrow, the almost-fey attempts to use her mother's gift to send some form of signal to her. Adeline knows her antennae don't work like that- true telepathy is quite beyond her current ability- but she hopes to say her temporary farewells.
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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)
*Good afternoon, everyone! How are y'all doing today?*
That vile, ever-starving wretch Helianth has been busily preparing for the next phase of its plan. Fine-tuning its star-spewing weapon's mechanisms, preparing its strongest spells, and studying tactics and methods used in victories past that could (theoretically) be applied to its next attempt at conquest. It begins preparing to leave the Starshredder, packing up annotated battle plans, some blueprints, and a few other papers to bring with it. The god-eater has set its sights on the death of Ragnorra, but it'll need an army. Fortunately, the Ghoul Queen has exactly that.
Adeline sits perched in the boughs of an old gnarled tree a short ways from the Sanctuary's heart, its branches strangled with spiderwebs like all the others, though she seems to avoid getting stuck in the webs just fine. She wipes the dark blood from her face with a cloth that returns to her satchel pocket soon afterwards- judging by the pile of yellowed, moldered bones at the foot of the tree, picked almost entirely clean, she's had a fair bit more than her fill of ghoul flesh. Metamorphosis needs lots of energy, after all. Before she heads back to the burrow, the almost-fey attempts to use her mother's gift to send some form of signal to her. Adeline knows her antennae don't work like that- true telepathy is quite beyond her current ability- but she hopes to say her temporary farewells.
*Hey, Yvonne! Sorry for the slow response, it took a while for me to formulate anything.*
Slopnik and the other two are arguing in the next room. Typhon is the most upset out of the three, while Salt seems to be trying to mediate. It seems to be about how each of them will contribute to the plan. Gardziel wants to throw himself into fray as soon as humanly possible, Typhon wants to use some sort of self-detonation spell to become a martyr for his 'god,' and Slopnik thinks every plan anyone other than him has made is stupid to a level that he 'cannot adequately Express without vulgarity.'
Adeline sees some smoke in the distance, and hears some chanting. It's not the usual chanting. In fact, it sounds a little like an angry mob.
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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.
"I need to make some modifications to this one that I need another mobile suit to attach, and I need to be in this one to make sure everything works."
*how to persuade him hmmm*
Praise Jeff!!!!!
Ni!
Creator of the Realm of Dragons Tavern
My Extended Sig
"Hold on. I might be able to help." He holds out an arm. It begins to extend, the skin splitting and bursting as it reaches out, spikes of ice and bone piercing through the tissue. By the end, he places a horrible talon on the end of the suit's horn.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"That looks painful."
*um the horn is at least like 10 feet up*
Praise Jeff!!!!!
Ni!
Creator of the Realm of Dragons Tavern
My Extended Sig
*Yes.*
"Eh, it's fine. I just haven't done this in a long time, I guess."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"How are you doing that anyway?"
Praise Jeff!!!!!
Ni!
Creator of the Realm of Dragons Tavern
My Extended Sig
"My psionic specialization is biokinesis. I'm a Metamorph." He retracts his arm, healing it until it looks normal again.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Biokinesis? Metamorph? This is confusing."
Praise Jeff!!!!!
Ni!
Creator of the Realm of Dragons Tavern
My Extended Sig
"A Metamorph is a psychic who can alter their body, while Biokinesis is manipulating biology with your mind. Sorry for using big words."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"The big words are OK, mostly what's confusing is that magic exists."
Praise Jeff!!!!!
Ni!
Creator of the Realm of Dragons Tavern
My Extended Sig
*Good afternoon, everyone! How are y'all doing today?*
That vile, ever-starving wretch Helianth has been busily preparing for the next phase of its plan. Fine-tuning its star-spewing weapon's mechanisms, preparing its strongest spells, and studying tactics and methods used in victories past that could (theoretically) be applied to its next attempt at conquest. It begins preparing to leave the Starshredder, packing up annotated battle plans, some blueprints, and a few other papers to bring with it. The god-eater has set its sights on the death of Ragnorra, but it'll need an army. Fortunately, the Ghoul Queen has exactly that.
Adeline sits perched in the boughs of an old gnarled tree a short ways from the Sanctuary's heart, its branches strangled with spiderwebs like all the others, though she seems to avoid getting stuck in the webs just fine. She wipes the dark blood from her face with a cloth that returns to her satchel pocket soon afterwards- judging by the pile of yellowed, moldered bones at the foot of the tree, picked almost entirely clean, she's had a fair bit more than her fill of ghoul flesh. Metamorphosis needs lots of energy, after all. Before she heads back to the burrow, the almost-fey attempts to use her mother's gift to send some form of signal to her. Adeline knows her antennae don't work like that- true telepathy is quite beyond her current ability- but she hopes to say her temporary farewells.
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)
*baalze?*
Praise Jeff!!!!!
Ni!
Creator of the Realm of Dragons Tavern
My Extended Sig
*hey Yvonne*
Praise Jeff!!!!!
Ni!
Creator of the Realm of Dragons Tavern
My Extended Sig
*Sorry, I was getting food*
"Yeah, I can imagine. Robot suits aren't super common here, so I get a bit of that."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Hello Isaac! How art thou?*
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)
*good, you?*
Praise Jeff!!!!!
Ni!
Creator of the Realm of Dragons Tavern
My Extended Sig
*that's ok*
"Yeah, the closest thing we have to magic is Newtypes."
Praise Jeff!!!!!
Ni!
Creator of the Realm of Dragons Tavern
My Extended Sig
*Also good!*
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 just made a Gundam*
Praise Jeff!!!!!
Ni!
Creator of the Realm of Dragons Tavern
My Extended Sig
*Hey, Yvonne! Sorry for the slow response, it took a while for me to formulate anything.*
Slopnik and the other two are arguing in the next room. Typhon is the most upset out of the three, while Salt seems to be trying to mediate. It seems to be about how each of them will contribute to the plan. Gardziel wants to throw himself into fray as soon as humanly possible, Typhon wants to use some sort of self-detonation spell to become a martyr for his 'god,' and Slopnik thinks every plan anyone other than him has made is stupid to a level that he 'cannot adequately Express without vulgarity.'
Adeline sees some smoke in the distance, and hears some chanting. It's not the usual chanting. In fact, it sounds a little like an angry mob.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"If I go to your world, I'll ask you about those."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.