It seems to light up a bit more at an idea it has. "That works wonderfully, thank you. Oh, and I had an idea for something we could complete using those parts." It retreats to its study for a moment, removing the decorative cloth and lamp on top of a storage container and opening it to retrieve a strange device. The mechanism looks like some kind of biomechanical rifle, with a glowing orange-yellow light at its core- despite the size of such a weapon, Helianth could likely hold it in one hand. "I tried to create a smaller, handheld version of my star extractor to deal with that Ravenous Flame, but it's still missing some pieces. Would you like to help me finish it?"
"Her gift was these antennae, and an enchantment on my eyes. I can sense creatures nearby without needing to see them because of it- she wanted to keep me safe." The nymph explains, managing to look away from the fire and back at him.
"Boy, would I!" He does a little hop. "That thing is pretty dangerous. I'm not surprised that it needs a specialized weapon to kill. I threw a rock at it once. The rock vaporized before it hit the thing." He shakes his head. "Really glad you're letting me help with this."
He nods, then puts a paw on her cheek. "A noble goal." He turns her face back toward the fire. "How have you been? I know it's bad, but it might help to talk about it."
"Kill? Oh, we're not just going to kill it- I plan to collect it. It was my power that was used to make it, and I want that back." It sets the incomplete god-killing weapon on a workbench, preparing tools so they can get started. "I'm very glad that you're here to help me, thank you. I... I didn't want to do all of this alone."
"I've been... well, I've been feeling a lot of things about all of this. I can't help but feel strangely... excited(?) for what's to come, and some of these changes feel really good, but it also scares me to no end. I'm scared I'm gonna lose my balance and... well, lose myself." She watches the flames again, still shivering slightly. "It feels like the cold gets worse each day. Like it's wearing down my warmth."
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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)
"Boy, would I!" He does a little hop. "That thing is pretty dangerous. I'm not surprised that it needs a specialized weapon to kill. I threw a rock at it once. The rock vaporized before it hit the thing." He shakes his head. "Really glad you're letting me help with this."
He nods, then puts a paw on her cheek. "A noble goal." He turns her face back toward the fire. "How have you been? I know it's bad, but it might help to talk about it."
"Kill? Oh, we're not just going to kill it- I plan to collect it. It was my power that was used to make it, and I want that back." It sets the incomplete god-killing weapon on a workbench, preparing tools so they can get started. "I'm very glad that you're here to help me, thank you. I... I didn't want to do all of this alone."
"I've been... well, I've been feeling a lot of things about all of this. I can't help but feel strangely... excited(?) for what's to come, and some of these changes feel really good, but it also scares me to no end. I'm scared I'm gonna lose my balance and... well, lose myself." She watches the flames again, still shivering slightly. "It feels like the cold gets worse each day. Like it's wearing down my warmth."
The strugel nods again. "Don't worry about it. It's just what I do, you know?" He holds up his left arm and takes off the glove, revealing his arm to be a mix of machinery and flesh, just like the ship. He climbs up on Felix's old footstool and cycles through various tools, matching them with the tools on the workbench as if to make sure he has all of them. "These haven't been properly maintained in a while. You're very intuitive, but biology is difficult to reverse-engineer, so I understand. The metal parts are perfect, though. Sharpened to a nearly monomolecular edge, as they should be. Where'd you get the proper whetstone?"
"She's a summer fey. You're growing less acclimated to winter." He leans against her. "It's not going to get better. Why did you even come here?"
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May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Kill? Oh, we're not just going to kill it- I plan to collect it. It was my power that was used to make it, and I want that back." It sets the incomplete god-killing weapon on a workbench, preparing tools so they can get started. "I'm very glad that you're here to help me, thank you. I... I didn't want to do all of this alone."
"I've been... well, I've been feeling a lot of things about all of this. I can't help but feel strangely... excited(?) for what's to come, and some of these changes feel really good, but it also scares me to no end. I'm scared I'm gonna lose my balance and... well, lose myself." She watches the flames again, still shivering slightly. "It feels like the cold gets worse each day. Like it's wearing down my warmth."
The strugel nods again. "Don't worry about it. It's just what I do, you know?" He holds up his left arm and takes off the glove, revealing his arm to be a mix of machinery and flesh, just like the ship. He climbs up on Felix's old footstool and cycles through various tools, matching them with the tools on the workbench as if to make sure he has all of them. "These haven't been properly maintained in a while. You're very intuitive, but biology is difficult to reverse-engineer, so I understand. The metal parts are perfect, though. Sharpened to a nearly monomolecular edge, as they should be. Where'd you get the proper whetstone?"
"She's a summer fey. You're growing less acclimated to winter." He leans against her. "It's not going to get better. Why did you even come here?"
The ever-starving wretch gets to work, starting to modify parts to run more efficiently and slowly but steadily incorporating more and more components. "I got it from an old friend- he really prepared for almost anything." It explains, before one of its flower heads turns its attention to his arm. "Where did you get that arm, if I may ask? Its craftsmanship is immaculate- it even surpasses my own!"
"I just followed Mother Moth to here, as I always do. I know one of the reasons is so we could tend to the silk moths and make sure they have a safe place to emerge. I don't know all the reasons, though." She leans a bit against him as well, large eyes fixed on the bonfire. "...You really think it's not going to get better?"
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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)
The strugel nods again. "Don't worry about it. It's just what I do, you know?" He holds up his left arm and takes off the glove, revealing his arm to be a mix of machinery and flesh, just like the ship. He climbs up on Felix's old footstool and cycles through various tools, matching them with the tools on the workbench as if to make sure he has all of them. "These haven't been properly maintained in a while. You're very intuitive, but biology is difficult to reverse-engineer, so I understand. The metal parts are perfect, though. Sharpened to a nearly monomolecular edge, as they should be. Where'd you get the proper whetstone?"
"She's a summer fey. You're growing less acclimated to winter." He leans against her. "It's not going to get better. Why did you even come here?"
The ever-starving wretch gets to work, starting to modify parts to run more efficiently and slowly but steadily incorporating more and more components. "I got it from an old friend- he really prepared for almost anything." It explains, before one of its flower heads turns its attention to his arm. "Where did you get that arm, if I may ask? Its craftsmanship is immaculate- it even surpasses my own!"
"I just followed Mother Moth to here, as I always do. I know one of the reasons is so we could tend to the silk moths and make sure they have a safe place to emerge. I don't know all the reasons, though." She leans a bit against him as well, large eyes fixed on the bonfire. "...You really think it's not going to get better?"
"Made it myself. Used to be a Mastermaker, but I was removed from the corps because they found out about my faith. I was talented and hard-working, but they barely accepted me in the first place due to my lack of a family. I've had to maintain this thing by ripping apart old electronics. It's not as good as I would like, but this kind of tech is equal parts faith, heart, and logic." He looks over at its work. "You're overcomplicating things. It'll work for sure, but you could save a lot of parts if you... hold on..." He pulls out an old, battered notebook and flips it to a page depicting what looks to be a rifle of some sort. "This was meant to fire energy, not absorb it, but a lot of the basic concepts are similar. Now, the firing mechanism should be hooked up to the heat sink, since that bypasses at least six of the parts you put in. You're probably a prodigy at this too, but you need a tutor."
"There's a possibility, but only if Old Man Winter stops trying to murder you with his bare hands." He murmurs, cuddling against her quilted shawl. "But until then, I'll just keep building bigger fires."
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May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The ever-starving wretch gets to work, starting to modify parts to run more efficiently and slowly but steadily incorporating more and more components. "I got it from an old friend- he really prepared for almost anything." It explains, before one of its flower heads turns its attention to his arm. "Where did you get that arm, if I may ask? Its craftsmanship is immaculate- it even surpasses my own!"
"I just followed Mother Moth to here, as I always do. I know one of the reasons is so we could tend to the silk moths and make sure they have a safe place to emerge. I don't know all the reasons, though." She leans a bit against him as well, large eyes fixed on the bonfire. "...You really think it's not going to get better?"
"Made it myself. Used to be a Mastermaker, but I was removed from the corps because they found out about my faith. I was talented and hard-working, but they barely accepted me in the first place due to my lack of a family. I've had to maintain this thing by ripping apart old electronics. It's not as good as I would like, but this kind of tech is equal parts faith, heart, and logic." He looks over at its work. "You're overcomplicating things. It'll work for sure, but you could save a lot of parts if you... hold on..." He pulls out an old, battered notebook and flips it to a page depicting what looks to be a rifle of some sort. "This was meant to fire energy, not absorb it, but a lot of the basic concepts are similar. Now, the firing mechanism should be hooked up to the heat sink, since that bypasses at least six of the parts you put in. You're probably a prodigy at this too, but you need a tutor."
"There's a possibility, but only if Old Man Winter stops trying to murder you with his bare hands." He murmurs, cuddling against her quilted shawl. "But until then, I'll just keep building bigger fires."
"I see, I see- they made quite the mistake removing you, I think." It responds, impressed by his contributions to the design. "Why, I hadn't thought of doing it like that- guess I was sticking too close to my tried-and-true methods. We may be prodigies, but we still have much to learn." It follows his guidance as it focuses on making what's already there in the weapon's design more efficient- trimming down excess parts to use them better elsewhere, rerouting cables and veins, adjusting the sigils, and so on. It's not even fully complete, and the miniature star-eater is truly fearsome.
She chuckles a bit at that. "Yeah, hopefully he gives up soon." Her smile grows a touch wider, her fangs glinting in the firelight. "I should really try and find a portable heat source, like you suggested. That should help."
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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)
"Made it myself. Used to be a Mastermaker, but I was removed from the corps because they found out about my faith. I was talented and hard-working, but they barely accepted me in the first place due to my lack of a family. I've had to maintain this thing by ripping apart old electronics. It's not as good as I would like, but this kind of tech is equal parts faith, heart, and logic." He looks over at its work. "You're overcomplicating things. It'll work for sure, but you could save a lot of parts if you... hold on..." He pulls out an old, battered notebook and flips it to a page depicting what looks to be a rifle of some sort. "This was meant to fire energy, not absorb it, but a lot of the basic concepts are similar. Now, the firing mechanism should be hooked up to the heat sink, since that bypasses at least six of the parts you put in. You're probably a prodigy at this too, but you need a tutor."
"There's a possibility, but only if Old Man Winter stops trying to murder you with his bare hands." He murmurs, cuddling against her quilted shawl. "But until then, I'll just keep building bigger fires."
"I see, I see- they made quite the mistake removing you, I think." It responds, impressed by his contributions to the design. "Why, I hadn't thought of doing it like that- guess I was sticking too close to my tried-and-true methods. We may be prodigies, but we still have much to learn." It follows his guidance as it focuses on making what's already there in the weapon's design more efficient- trimming down excess parts to use them better elsewhere, rerouting cables and veins, adjusting the sigils, and so on. It's not even fully complete, and the miniature star-eater is truly fearsome.
She chuckles a bit at that. "Yeah, hopefully he gives up soon." Her smile grows a touch wider, her fangs glinting in the firelight. "I should really try and find a portable heat source, like you suggested. That should help."
He climbs up onto the workbench and examines the device. "Very good, very good. My work was primarily in the medical uses of flesh-machine melds. I'll teach you what I know, but I'm not sure how much it will help since I never had the attention span to work with weapons for very long."
"I would help, but I don't know much in the way of actual witchcraft. Anything beyond Trinkets are also beyond me." He thinks for a minute. "You know, I could make a bunch of those candles that never go out."
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May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"I see, I see- they made quite the mistake removing you, I think." It responds, impressed by his contributions to the design. "Why, I hadn't thought of doing it like that- guess I was sticking too close to my tried-and-true methods. We may be prodigies, but we still have much to learn." It follows his guidance as it focuses on making what's already there in the weapon's design more efficient- trimming down excess parts to use them better elsewhere, rerouting cables and veins, adjusting the sigils, and so on. It's not even fully complete, and the miniature star-eater is truly fearsome.
She chuckles a bit at that. "Yeah, hopefully he gives up soon." Her smile grows a touch wider, her fangs glinting in the firelight. "I should really try and find a portable heat source, like you suggested. That should help."
He climbs up onto the workbench and examines the device. "Very good, very good. My work was primarily in the medical uses of flesh-machine melds. I'll teach you what I know, but I'm not sure how much it will help since I never had the attention span to work with weapons for very long."
"I would help, but I don't know much in the way of actual witchcraft. Anything beyond Trinkets are also beyond me." He thinks for a minute. "You know, I could make a bunch of those candles that never go out."
"I'd love to hear what you know on the matter- every little bit of information is helpful." It works with him on the last few touches, adding a storage container to the back of the rifle to trap the Ravenous Flame's essence for it to take. "Though, I do have one question beforehand.. you and your lord, why are you helping me?"
"Those sound lovely! I also know a witch who could maybe help us- he's really good with magic, though I'm not sure if it's the right kind for making heat sources." She adds, thinking as well as she watches the flames. "Could you teach me how to make those candles? Both so I can replace them if you're not available, and it sounds kinda fun."
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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)
He climbs up onto the workbench and examines the device. "Very good, very good. My work was primarily in the medical uses of flesh-machine melds. I'll teach you what I know, but I'm not sure how much it will help since I never had the attention span to work with weapons for very long."
"I would help, but I don't know much in the way of actual witchcraft. Anything beyond Trinkets are also beyond me." He thinks for a minute. "You know, I could make a bunch of those candles that never go out."
"I'd love to hear what you know on the matter- every little bit of information is helpful." It works with him on the last few touches, adding a storage container to the back of the rifle to trap the Ravenous Flame's essence for it to take. "Though, I do have one question beforehand.. you and your lord, why are you helping me?"
"Those sound lovely! I also know a witch who could maybe help us- he's really good with magic, though I'm not sure if it's the right kind for making heat sources." She adds, thinking as well as she watches the flames. "Could you teach me how to make those candles? Both so I can replace them if you're not available, and it sounds kinda fun."
He looks up from the device, the cogs clearly turning in his head. "I... don't think He told me that. I'm happy He sent me though. I go where He points me. Well, actually, this is the first time He's responded to me..."
"That sounds good..." He closes his eyes. It takes her a minute to realize that he's fallen asleep.
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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'd love to hear what you know on the matter- every little bit of information is helpful." It works with him on the last few touches, adding a storage container to the back of the rifle to trap the Ravenous Flame's essence for it to take. "Though, I do have one question beforehand.. you and your lord, why are you helping me?"
"Those sound lovely! I also know a witch who could maybe help us- he's really good with magic, though I'm not sure if it's the right kind for making heat sources." She adds, thinking as well as she watches the flames. "Could you teach me how to make those candles? Both so I can replace them if you're not available, and it sounds kinda fun."
He looks up from the device, the cogs clearly turning in his head. "I... don't think He told me that. I'm happy He sent me though. I go where He points me. Well, actually, this is the first time He's responded to me..."
"That sounds good..." He closes his eyes. It takes her a minute to realize that he's fallen asleep.
"I see... well, I'm happy that He sent you here as well, for whatever reason that may be." After a few more modifications, it's ready- well, at least ready enough for trial runs. "...and I think that should be it. I feel we've done a splendid job." It picks up the weapon of mass destruction with one hand, gauging its balance and heft. "What say we test our creation?"
When Adeline does notice that he's fallen asleep, she's a bit surprised. She adjusts her quilted shawl slightly so that it partially covers him as well, draped over their shoulders to let in the warmth from the fire- the last thing she wants is for him to freeze. She watches the flames for a while after, before her eyelids grow heavier and she slowly sinks into sleep as well.
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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)
He looks up from the device, the cogs clearly turning in his head. "I... don't think He told me that. I'm happy He sent me though. I go where He points me. Well, actually, this is the first time He's responded to me..."
"That sounds good..." He closes his eyes. It takes her a minute to realize that he's fallen asleep.
"I see... well, I'm happy that He sent you here as well, for whatever reason that may be." After a few more modifications, it's ready- well, at least ready enough for trial runs. "...and I think that should be it. I feel we've done a splendid job." It picks up the weapon of mass destruction with one hand, gauging its balance and heft. "What say we test our creation?"
When Adeline does notice that he's fallen asleep, she's a bit surprised. She adjusts her quilted shawl slightly so that it partially covers him as well, draped over their shoulders to let in the warmth from the fire- the last thing she wants is for him to freeze. She watches the flames for a while after, before her eyelids grow heavier and she slowly sinks into sleep as well.
"What could possibly give it a proper stress-test?" He asks. He's warming his paws over Helianth's flames now. It's not even that cold inside.
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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 looks up from the device, the cogs clearly turning in his head. "I... don't think He told me that. I'm happy He sent me though. I go where He points me. Well, actually, this is the first time He's responded to me..."
"That sounds good..." He closes his eyes. It takes her a minute to realize that he's fallen asleep.
"I see... well, I'm happy that He sent you here as well, for whatever reason that may be." After a few more modifications, it's ready- well, at least ready enough for trial runs. "...and I think that should be it. I feel we've done a splendid job." It picks up the weapon of mass destruction with one hand, gauging its balance and heft. "What say we test our creation?"
When Adeline does notice that he's fallen asleep, she's a bit surprised. She adjusts her quilted shawl slightly so that it partially covers him as well, draped over their shoulders to let in the warmth from the fire- the last thing she wants is for him to freeze. She watches the flames for a while after, before her eyelids grow heavier and she slowly sinks into sleep as well.
"What could possibly give it a proper stress-test?" He asks. He's warming his paws over Helianth's flames now. It's not even that cold inside.
"Hmm... perhaps..." It looks up out the window for a moment, having had an idea. "We could see if it can collect part of a star. The Ravenous Flame is partially fueled by stellar fire, after all."
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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)
"What could possibly give it a proper stress-test?" He asks. He's warming his paws over Helianth's flames now. It's not even that cold inside.
"Hmm... perhaps..." It looks up out the window for a moment, having had an idea. "We could see if it can collect part of a star. The Ravenous Flame is partially fueled by stellar fire, after all."
"How would we get to one, though?" He looks up with his pale, unnatural eyes.
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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.
"What could possibly give it a proper stress-test?" He asks. He's warming his paws over Helianth's flames now. It's not even that cold inside.
"Hmm... perhaps..." It looks up out the window for a moment, having had an idea. "We could see if it can collect part of a star. The Ravenous Flame is partially fueled by stellar fire, after all."
"How would we get to one, though?" He looks up with his pale, unnatural eyes.
"Fortunately for us, I solved that problem a while ago. All we have to do first is fix Ragnorra's damage and patch up the ship until it's in... well, in ship shape."
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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)
*Wanna RP? Or we can just talk, if you'd be up to that instead.*
*I'm brewing up a new character, basically my evil-er twin.*
*Thank you for your patience- I'd love to rp! Which characters would you like?*
*Ooh, sounds cool! I can't wait to see what you bring to the table.*
*Hmm... Give me the ravenous flame... and... hm... one other of your choice.*
*He's actually intended to be who I want to be in the future, but with some significant traits from my current self, such as the sort of monster-punk and culinary horror elements.*
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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.
*Wanna RP? Or we can just talk, if you'd be up to that instead.*
*I'm brewing up a new character, basically my evil-er twin.*
*Thank you for your patience- I'd love to rp! Which characters would you like?*
*Ooh, sounds cool! I can't wait to see what you bring to the table.*
*Hmm... Give me the ravenous flame... and... hm... one other of your choice.*
*He's actually intended to be who I want to be in the future, but with some significant traits from my current self, such as the sort of monster-punk and culinary horror elements.*
*I see, I see. Those kinds of characters are really fun- ones you put your whole soul into! I might try making a similarly self-based character too- your idea really inspired me.*
Another village, gone. Reduced to a smoldering crater of ash like a scar upon the very land itself, with the Ravenous Flame at its center, digesting its meal. It shrieks into the sky, a ritual that follows every successful decimation, before looking around itself to see what scraps might be left. The only sound here is the churning roar of the inferno.
Adeline is continuing to knit together her cocoon(?), the crocheted curio being around three-quarters of the way complete, humming as she works. She frequently pauses every minute or so to itch at her arms and her neck, which now have even more off-white fluff growing from. She knits in front of another of her campfires, taking in as much warmth as possible.
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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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"Kill? Oh, we're not just going to kill it- I plan to collect it. It was my power that was used to make it, and I want that back." It sets the incomplete god-killing weapon on a workbench, preparing tools so they can get started. "I'm very glad that you're here to help me, thank you. I... I didn't want to do all of this alone."
"I've been... well, I've been feeling a lot of things about all of this. I can't help but feel strangely... excited(?) for what's to come, and some of these changes feel really good, but it also scares me to no end. I'm scared I'm gonna lose my balance and... well, lose myself." She watches the flames again, still shivering slightly. "It feels like the cold gets worse each day. Like it's wearing down my warmth."
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 strugel nods again. "Don't worry about it. It's just what I do, you know?" He holds up his left arm and takes off the glove, revealing his arm to be a mix of machinery and flesh, just like the ship. He climbs up on Felix's old footstool and cycles through various tools, matching them with the tools on the workbench as if to make sure he has all of them. "These haven't been properly maintained in a while. You're very intuitive, but biology is difficult to reverse-engineer, so I understand. The metal parts are perfect, though. Sharpened to a nearly monomolecular edge, as they should be. Where'd you get the proper whetstone?"
"She's a summer fey. You're growing less acclimated to winter." He leans against her. "It's not going to get better. Why did you even come here?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The ever-starving wretch gets to work, starting to modify parts to run more efficiently and slowly but steadily incorporating more and more components. "I got it from an old friend- he really prepared for almost anything." It explains, before one of its flower heads turns its attention to his arm. "Where did you get that arm, if I may ask? Its craftsmanship is immaculate- it even surpasses my own!"
"I just followed Mother Moth to here, as I always do. I know one of the reasons is so we could tend to the silk moths and make sure they have a safe place to emerge. I don't know all the reasons, though." She leans a bit against him as well, large eyes fixed on the bonfire. "...You really think it's not going to get better?"
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)
"Made it myself. Used to be a Mastermaker, but I was removed from the corps because they found out about my faith. I was talented and hard-working, but they barely accepted me in the first place due to my lack of a family. I've had to maintain this thing by ripping apart old electronics. It's not as good as I would like, but this kind of tech is equal parts faith, heart, and logic." He looks over at its work. "You're overcomplicating things. It'll work for sure, but you could save a lot of parts if you... hold on..." He pulls out an old, battered notebook and flips it to a page depicting what looks to be a rifle of some sort. "This was meant to fire energy, not absorb it, but a lot of the basic concepts are similar. Now, the firing mechanism should be hooked up to the heat sink, since that bypasses at least six of the parts you put in. You're probably a prodigy at this too, but you need a tutor."
"There's a possibility, but only if Old Man Winter stops trying to murder you with his bare hands." He murmurs, cuddling against her quilted shawl. "But until then, I'll just keep building bigger fires."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"I see, I see- they made quite the mistake removing you, I think." It responds, impressed by his contributions to the design. "Why, I hadn't thought of doing it like that- guess I was sticking too close to my tried-and-true methods. We may be prodigies, but we still have much to learn." It follows his guidance as it focuses on making what's already there in the weapon's design more efficient- trimming down excess parts to use them better elsewhere, rerouting cables and veins, adjusting the sigils, and so on. It's not even fully complete, and the miniature star-eater is truly fearsome.
She chuckles a bit at that. "Yeah, hopefully he gives up soon." Her smile grows a touch wider, her fangs glinting in the firelight. "I should really try and find a portable heat source, like you suggested. That should help."
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 climbs up onto the workbench and examines the device. "Very good, very good. My work was primarily in the medical uses of flesh-machine melds. I'll teach you what I know, but I'm not sure how much it will help since I never had the attention span to work with weapons for very long."
"I would help, but I don't know much in the way of actual witchcraft. Anything beyond Trinkets are also beyond me." He thinks for a minute. "You know, I could make a bunch of those candles that never go out."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"I'd love to hear what you know on the matter- every little bit of information is helpful." It works with him on the last few touches, adding a storage container to the back of the rifle to trap the Ravenous Flame's essence for it to take. "Though, I do have one question beforehand.. you and your lord, why are you helping me?"
"Those sound lovely! I also know a witch who could maybe help us- he's really good with magic, though I'm not sure if it's the right kind for making heat sources." She adds, thinking as well as she watches the flames. "Could you teach me how to make those candles? Both so I can replace them if you're not available, and it sounds kinda fun."
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 looks up from the device, the cogs clearly turning in his head. "I... don't think He told me that. I'm happy He sent me though. I go where He points me. Well, actually, this is the first time He's responded to me..."
"That sounds good..." He closes his eyes. It takes her a minute to realize that he's fallen asleep.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"I see... well, I'm happy that He sent you here as well, for whatever reason that may be." After a few more modifications, it's ready- well, at least ready enough for trial runs. "...and I think that should be it. I feel we've done a splendid job." It picks up the weapon of mass destruction with one hand, gauging its balance and heft. "What say we test our creation?"
When Adeline does notice that he's fallen asleep, she's a bit surprised. She adjusts her quilted shawl slightly so that it partially covers him as well, draped over their shoulders to let in the warmth from the fire- the last thing she wants is for him to freeze. She watches the flames for a while after, before her eyelids grow heavier and she slowly sinks into sleep as well.
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)
"What could possibly give it a proper stress-test?" He asks. He's warming his paws over Helianth's flames now. It's not even that cold inside.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Hmm... perhaps..." It looks up out the window for a moment, having had an idea. "We could see if it can collect part of a star. The Ravenous Flame is partially fueled by stellar fire, after all."
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)
"How would we get to one, though?" He looks up with his pale, unnatural eyes.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Fortunately for us, I solved that problem a while ago. All we have to do first is fix Ragnorra's damage and patch up the ship until it's in... well, in ship shape."
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)
*Goooooood morning, my wonderful fellow cryptids and creatures! How are y'all today?*
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)
*Very low energy. My mom really wants the house to be spick and span.*
*How about you?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*I'm sorry you're feeling tired- make sure to get as much rest as you need.*
*I'm doing alright- somewhat low energy as well.*
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)
*Wanna RP? Or we can just talk, if you'd be up to that instead.*
*I'm brewing up a new character, basically my evil-er twin.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Thank you for your patience- I'd love to rp! Which characters would you like?*
*Ooh, sounds cool! I can't wait to see what you bring to the table.*
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... Give me the ravenous flame... and... hm... one other of your choice.*
*He's actually intended to be who I want to be in the future, but with some significant traits from my current self, such as the sort of monster-punk and culinary horror elements.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*I see, I see. Those kinds of characters are really fun- ones you put your whole soul into! I might try making a similarly self-based character too- your idea really inspired me.*
Another village, gone. Reduced to a smoldering crater of ash like a scar upon the very land itself, with the Ravenous Flame at its center, digesting its meal. It shrieks into the sky, a ritual that follows every successful decimation, before looking around itself to see what scraps might be left. The only sound here is the churning roar of the inferno.
Adeline is continuing to knit together her cocoon(?), the crocheted curio being around three-quarters of the way complete, humming as she works. She frequently pauses every minute or so to itch at her arms and her neck, which now have even more off-white fluff growing from. She knits in front of another of her campfires, taking in as much warmth as possible.
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)