A thin, arched eyebrow rises over the rims of his spectacles. He is the sort that doesn't where glasses, he wears spectacles. "I'm sure you could find that information in these shelves... but I don't know if your metal body would last that long before rusting over." The bird on his shoulder flits up into the air. "Maybe I'll be to busy squabbling to aid your insolent self..."
The eye becomes visibly more enraged for a moment before calming down "It seems that was my fate before you even spoke to me, Librarian." He speaks to them with the respect of someone who hates them, but in a professional way, "I am the professor, do you have a name?"
"Fate is for the foolish." He looks a little taken aback when you ask for his name, "My name... it has been a long while since someone has asked that of me. I have used many names of the long ages, but you may call me Gottfried."
"Well, Gottfried, how about you help me find anything on where my body has gone? Do be helpful, well you?" He tilts his screen head, hands clasped together as to keep himself from doing anything.
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
The man with the strange features is sitting by the main road, facing away from it as he cradles an adult vulture in his arms, petting it and keeping it comfortable. People often stop and pet the hideous bird, feeding it scraps of meat despite being obviously afraid of it. The man doesn't force them to or offer the bird to them, doesn't even say a word unless prompted. But people just get it. They feel the warmth coming off him, even though he seems nervous around them.
Carrion feeders are gathering around him despite his smell being extremely pleasant to humanoids. Worms crawl up from the earth, crows fly down from the heavens, vultures circle overhead. People don't seem to be bothered by this increased presence, more focused on the smiling man with the strange friend.
*If I wasn't going to leave in a few minutes I'd interact with this dude. He looks really interesting.*
*Speaking of which, I have to leave soon. It's been real fun to see some of the old characters in action.*
The ghoul's bulging eyes slip and slide across your form like soap in a bathtub. One mouth hiccups, the other speaks, "-hick- Autumn, yes... eternal -hick- ...we'll see... Why have -hick- you come here?"
"I see... so I remembered accurately, then. It's been so very long since I've been here." The crooked quasi-deity slithers past them, looking up at the sky- at the sun. "I'm mostly here to see what's changed- a journey spurred on by nostalgia. Though, I do have one other thing in mind..." It adds, still looking up at the sun, disdain in its voice for that last sentence. It's been tricked once before- never again.
"In mind? -hick- mind?" He scuttles sideways a bit, snapping both sets of jaws.
"Yes... It's been autumn here for far too long, don't you think?" It laughs a bit to itself, not taking its gaze away from the sun above them. "I'm planning to turn back the clock, so to speak. A land of eternal summer sounds far more pleasant, and what better place to use as the foundation?"
*A real sun for a real sovereign, I see.*
*Also, is it weird that I think of Helianth as female despite it demonstrably not being that? It feels kind of disrespectful, but my brain just doesn't register it for some dumb reason*
*Indeed- a realm where the sun is always at the highest point in the sky. Sweltering heat, vibrant greenery, and blinding light. Sounds absolutely horrible.*
*I kinda understand why you think that. After all, the vast majority of my other characters are female or feminine-presenting- it's a reasonable assumption that Helianth would be the same. I don't really think Helianth cares how it presents- it's Helianth, and that's all it wants to be.*
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
The ghoul's bulging eyes slip and slide across your form like soap in a bathtub. One mouth hiccups, the other speaks, "-hick- Autumn, yes... eternal -hick- ...we'll see... Why have -hick- you come here?"
"I see... so I remembered accurately, then. It's been so very long since I've been here." The crooked quasi-deity slithers past them, looking up at the sky- at the sun. "I'm mostly here to see what's changed- a journey spurred on by nostalgia. Though, I do have one other thing in mind..." It adds, still looking up at the sun, disdain in its voice for that last sentence. It's been tricked once before- never again.
"In mind? -hick- mind?" He scuttles sideways a bit, snapping both sets of jaws.
"Yes... It's been autumn here for far too long, don't you think?" It laughs a bit to itself, not taking its gaze away from the sun above them. "I'm planning to turn back the clock, so to speak. A land of eternal summer sounds far more pleasant, and what better place to use as the foundation?"
The wind shifts and begins to gust about, sending the red leaves skittering across the ground. The ghoul's bulging eyes practically pop out of their sockets and both jaws drop open. "-hick- S-summer! -hick- Can't be done! -hick- Won't be done! -hick- Shan't be done!" He begins to back away from you.
It laughs a bit more. The light around it seems to dim as it does, the air growing colder. "I'll figure out a way- I always do, in the end. This place has been decaying, rotting, dying for ages. It's about time someone changed things up. And I'm going to start with the sun."
"Not the rot -hick- we love the rot -hick- the rot is warm -hick the rot is succulent." He says in a despairing voice. His eyes dart towards the sky, "The -hick- sun? But there is no sun."
"Don't you fret- the rot and decay will still have its place. I couldn't possibly get rid of all of it unless I burned it away nonstop for ages, anyway. It will just be beneath the soil, where the sun cannot reach." It explains in a reassuring tone. "As for the realm not having a sun... well, I'll fix that soon enough."
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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)
A thin, arched eyebrow rises over the rims of his spectacles. He is the sort that doesn't where glasses, he wears spectacles. "I'm sure you could find that information in these shelves... but I don't know if your metal body would last that long before rusting over." The bird on his shoulder flits up into the air. "Maybe I'll be to busy squabbling to aid your insolent self..."
The eye becomes visibly more enraged for a moment before calming down "It seems that was my fate before you even spoke to me, Librarian." He speaks to them with the respect of someone who hates them, but in a professional way, "I am the professor, do you have a name?"
"Fate is for the foolish." He looks a little taken aback when you ask for his name, "My name... it has been a long while since someone has asked that of me. I have used many names of the long ages, but you may call me Gottfried."
"Well, Gottfried, how about you help me find anything on where my body has gone? Do be helpful, well you?" He tilts his screen head, hands clasped together as to keep himself from doing anything.
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."
"Not the rot -hick- we love the rot -hick- the rot is warm -hick the rot is succulent." He says in a despairing voice. His eyes dart towards the sky, "The -hick- sun? But there is no sun."
"Don't you fret- the rot and decay will still have its place. I couldn't possibly get rid of all of it unless I burned it away nonstop for ages, anyway. It will just be beneath the soil, where the sun cannot reach." It explains in a reassuring tone. "As for the realm not having a sun... well, I'll fix that soon enough."
He moans, "Sun! -hick- Sun! The light burns our pale -hick- shadow-soaked flesh! No!" He skitters off into the cornfield, moaning in distress.
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.
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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.'
*Also, is it weird that I think of Helianth as female despite it demonstrably not being that? It feels kind of disrespectful, but my brain just doesn't register it for some dumb reason*
*Indeed- a realm where the sun is always at the highest point in the sky. Sweltering heat, vibrant greenery, and blinding light. Sounds absolutely horrible.*
*I kinda understand why you think that. After all, the vast majority of my other characters are female or feminine-presenting- it's a reasonable assumption that Helianth would be the same. I don't really think Helianth cares how it presents- it's Helianth, and that's all it wants to be.*
*I hope someone stops it. Someone other than me, that is. I couldn't possibly...*
*That is actually kinda badass.*
*Wanna RP with the mimic?*
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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.
*Also, is it weird that I think of Helianth as female despite it demonstrably not being that? It feels kind of disrespectful, but my brain just doesn't register it for some dumb reason*
*Indeed- a realm where the sun is always at the highest point in the sky. Sweltering heat, vibrant greenery, and blinding light. Sounds absolutely horrible.*
*I kinda understand why you think that. After all, the vast majority of my other characters are female or feminine-presenting- it's a reasonable assumption that Helianth would be the same. I don't really think Helianth cares how it presents- it's Helianth, and that's all it wants to be.*
*I hope someone stops it. Someone other than me, that is. I couldn't possibly...*
*That is actually kinda badass.*
*Wanna RP with the mimic?*
*I hope so too- I'd hate for the villain to succeed, as fun as it is to play.*
*Sure, I'd love to! I feel like they and Helianth would have a lot to talk about.*
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
The man with the strange features is sitting by the main road, facing away from it as he cradles an adult vulture in his arms, petting it and keeping it comfortable. People often stop and pet the hideous bird, feeding it scraps of meat despite being obviously afraid of it. The man doesn't force them to or offer the bird to them, doesn't even say a word unless prompted. But people just get it. They feel the warmth coming off him, even though he seems nervous around them.
Carrion feeders are gathering around him despite his smell being extremely pleasant to humanoids. Worms crawl up from the earth, crows fly down from the heavens, vultures circle overhead. People don't seem to be bothered by this increased presence, more focused on the smiling man with the strange friend.
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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 man with the strange features is sitting by the main road, facing away from it as he cradles an adult vulture in his arms, petting it and keeping it comfortable. People often stop and pet the hideous bird, feeding it scraps of meat despite being obviously afraid of it. The man doesn't force them to or offer the bird to them, doesn't even say a word unless prompted. But people just get it. They feel the warmth coming off him, even though he seems nervous around them.
Carrion feeders are gathering around him despite his smell being extremely pleasant to humanoids. Worms crawl up from the earth, crows fly down from the heavens, vultures circle overhead. People don't seem to be bothered by this increased presence, more focused on the smiling man with the strange friend.
They can see Helianth approaching- they first notice the gleaming light at its core- as it crests over a hill and continues to slither in their general direction. The angel of emptiness notices the crowd, and then the warmth coming off of the strange man at the crowd's center, and grows increasingly curious. It roots itself into the soil nearby, the worms burrowing back into the soil to get away from its aura of captive sunlight.
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
The man with the strange features is sitting by the main road, facing away from it as he cradles an adult vulture in his arms, petting it and keeping it comfortable. People often stop and pet the hideous bird, feeding it scraps of meat despite being obviously afraid of it. The man doesn't force them to or offer the bird to them, doesn't even say a word unless prompted. But people just get it. They feel the warmth coming off him, even though he seems nervous around them.
Carrion feeders are gathering around him despite his smell being extremely pleasant to humanoids. Worms crawl up from the earth, crows fly down from the heavens, vultures circle overhead. People don't seem to be bothered by this increased presence, more focused on the smiling man with the strange friend.
They can see Helianth approaching- they first notice the gleaming light at its core- as it crests over a hill and continues to slither in their general direction. The angel of emptiness notices the crowd, and then the warmth coming off of the strange man at the crowd's center, and grows increasingly curious. It roots itself into the soil nearby, the worms burrowing back into the soil to get away from its aura of captive sunlight.
Helianth, lacking the same sort of olfactory nerves that mundane creatures have... does not actually feel his warmth. All it feels is an uncanny presence. Not a being of significant strength in comparison to the quasi-deity, but a parasitic aura. A mockingbird, singing his song without a voice, feeding off the kindness of those around it. However, there is not an ounce of that natural predatory desire within it, even to Helianth's advanced detection. It communicates through vibes, and its lack of hostility is what it is desperately trying to project to Helianth. It looks up at the massive flower with big eyes, even larger than normal, like a pleading child. The others don't seem phased by Helianth's presence, but they do take notice of the sunflower.
"Hello." He says quietly, silencing the cooing crowd. They look at him as though he were saying something infinitely important. "You have beautiful petals. They look nice and rustley."
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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 man with the strange features is sitting by the main road, facing away from it as he cradles an adult vulture in his arms, petting it and keeping it comfortable. People often stop and pet the hideous bird, feeding it scraps of meat despite being obviously afraid of it. The man doesn't force them to or offer the bird to them, doesn't even say a word unless prompted. But people just get it. They feel the warmth coming off him, even though he seems nervous around them.
Carrion feeders are gathering around him despite his smell being extremely pleasant to humanoids. Worms crawl up from the earth, crows fly down from the heavens, vultures circle overhead. People don't seem to be bothered by this increased presence, more focused on the smiling man with the strange friend.
They can see Helianth approaching- they first notice the gleaming light at its core- as it crests over a hill and continues to slither in their general direction. The angel of emptiness notices the crowd, and then the warmth coming off of the strange man at the crowd's center, and grows increasingly curious. It roots itself into the soil nearby, the worms burrowing back into the soil to get away from its aura of captive sunlight.
Helianth, lacking the same sort of olfactory nerves that mundane creatures have... does not actually feel his warmth. All it feels is an uncanny presence. Not a being of significant strength in comparison to the quasi-deity, but a parasitic aura. A mockingbird, singing his song without a voice, feeding off the kindness of those around it. However, there is not an ounce of that natural predatory desire within it, even to Helianth's advanced detection. It communicates through vibes, and its lack of hostility is what it is desperately trying to project to Helianth. It looks up at the massive flower with big eyes, even larger than normal, like a pleading child. The others don't seem phased by Helianth's presence, but they do take notice of the sunflower.
"Hello." He says quietly, silencing the cooing crowd. They look at him as though he were saying something infinitely important. "You have beautiful petals. They look nice and rustley."
The crooked god looks back at him with all of its flower heads- it's not absorbing light from here. It hates the taste of this world's 'sun'. "Thank you." It simply responds, not wanting to seem hostile either. "I don't believe we've met before. Who are you?"
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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)
Helianth, lacking the same sort of olfactory nerves that mundane creatures have... does not actually feel his warmth. All it feels is an uncanny presence. Not a being of significant strength in comparison to the quasi-deity, but a parasitic aura. A mockingbird, singing his song without a voice, feeding off the kindness of those around it. However, there is not an ounce of that natural predatory desire within it, even to Helianth's advanced detection. It communicates through vibes, and its lack of hostility is what it is desperately trying to project to Helianth. It looks up at the massive flower with big eyes, even larger than normal, like a pleading child. The others don't seem phased by Helianth's presence, but they do take notice of the sunflower.
"Hello." He says quietly, silencing the cooing crowd. They look at him as though he were saying something infinitely important. "You have beautiful petals. They look nice and rustley."
The crooked god looks back at him with all of its flower heads- it's not absorbing light from here. It hates the taste of this world's 'sun'. "Thank you." It simply responds, not wanting to seem hostile either. "I don't believe we've met before. Who are you?"
He lets the buzzard go. "My name is Otto Ferry Junior." The people start to lose interest and disperse as if they never wanted to be here in the first place. "My dad made the Devil Rail. It can take you to or from anywhere, although given its clientele safety is a major concern." He looks at the worm holes in the ground. "I've always been more interested in biology. Animals are the right mix between machines and people, if you think about it. You can even reprogram them if you take the time."
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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.
Helianth, lacking the same sort of olfactory nerves that mundane creatures have... does not actually feel his warmth. All it feels is an uncanny presence. Not a being of significant strength in comparison to the quasi-deity, but a parasitic aura. A mockingbird, singing his song without a voice, feeding off the kindness of those around it. However, there is not an ounce of that natural predatory desire within it, even to Helianth's advanced detection. It communicates through vibes, and its lack of hostility is what it is desperately trying to project to Helianth. It looks up at the massive flower with big eyes, even larger than normal, like a pleading child. The others don't seem phased by Helianth's presence, but they do take notice of the sunflower.
"Hello." He says quietly, silencing the cooing crowd. They look at him as though he were saying something infinitely important. "You have beautiful petals. They look nice and rustley."
The crooked god looks back at him with all of its flower heads- it's not absorbing light from here. It hates the taste of this world's 'sun'. "Thank you." It simply responds, not wanting to seem hostile either. "I don't believe we've met before. Who are you?"
He lets the buzzard go. "My name is Otto Ferry Junior." The people start to lose interest and disperse as if they never wanted to be here in the first place. "My dad made the Devil Rail. It can take you to or from anywhere, although given its clientele safety is a major concern." He looks at the worm holes in the ground. "I've always been more interested in biology. Animals are the right mix between machines and people, if you think about it. You can even reprogram them if you take the time."
"A pleasure to make your acquaintance- I am Helianth. I've heard brief whispers of the Devil Rail before, but don't know much about it. From what I've heard, it's an absolute marvel of engineering." It replies, some of its flower heads looking over at the gradually dispersing crowd. "I've done some research into both machines and biology myself. That's partly how I ended up like this." It gestures to one of its hands- flesh, bone, metal, plant matter, and even some fungus, all intertwined into something abominable.
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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 lets the buzzard go. "My name is Otto Ferry Junior." The people start to lose interest and disperse as if they never wanted to be here in the first place. "My dad made the Devil Rail. It can take you to or from anywhere, although given its clientele safety is a major concern." He looks at the worm holes in the ground. "I've always been more interested in biology. Animals are the right mix between machines and people, if you think about it. You can even reprogram them if you take the time."
"A pleasure to make your acquaintance- I am Helianth. I've heard brief whispers of the Devil Rail before, but don't know much about it. From what I've heard, it's an absolute marvel of engineering." It replies, some of its flower heads looking over at the gradually dispersing crowd. "I've done some research into both machines and biology myself. That's partly how I ended up like this." It gestures to one of its hands- flesh, bone, metal, plant matter, and even some fungus, all intertwined into something abominable.
His eyes dilate even more and he holds out his own hand. "May I look?"
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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 lets the buzzard go. "My name is Otto Ferry Junior." The people start to lose interest and disperse as if they never wanted to be here in the first place. "My dad made the Devil Rail. It can take you to or from anywhere, although given its clientele safety is a major concern." He looks at the worm holes in the ground. "I've always been more interested in biology. Animals are the right mix between machines and people, if you think about it. You can even reprogram them if you take the time."
"A pleasure to make your acquaintance- I am Helianth. I've heard brief whispers of the Devil Rail before, but don't know much about it. From what I've heard, it's an absolute marvel of engineering." It replies, some of its flower heads looking over at the gradually dispersing crowd. "I've done some research into both machines and biology myself. That's partly how I ended up like this." It gestures to one of its hands- flesh, bone, metal, plant matter, and even some fungus, all intertwined into something abominable.
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.
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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)
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*
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May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
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"Well, Gottfried, how about you help me find anything on where my body has gone? Do be helpful, well you?" He tilts his screen head, hands clasped together as to keep himself from doing anything.
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.)
*If I wasn't going to leave in a few minutes I'd interact with this dude. He looks really interesting.*
*Speaking of which, I have to leave soon. It's been real fun to see some of the old characters in action.*
*Indeed- a realm where the sun is always at the highest point in the sky. Sweltering heat, vibrant greenery, and blinding light. Sounds absolutely horrible.*
*I kinda understand why you think that. After all, the vast majority of my other characters are female or feminine-presenting- it's a reasonable assumption that Helianth would be the same. I don't really think Helianth cares how it presents- it's Helianth, and that's all it wants to be.*
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"Don't you fret- the rot and decay will still have its place. I couldn't possibly get rid of all of it unless I burned it away nonstop for ages, anyway. It will just be beneath the soil, where the sun cannot reach." It explains in a reassuring tone. "As for the realm not having a sun... well, I'll fix that soon enough."
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 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 moans, "Sun! -hick- Sun! The light burns our pale -hick- shadow-soaked flesh! No!" He skitters off into the cornfield, moaning in distress.
*I have to leave now. See y'all later!*
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.
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.)
*See you around, friend! Until we meet again!*
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 hope someone stops it. Someone other than me, that is. I couldn't possibly...*
*That is actually kinda badass.*
*Wanna RP with the mimic?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*I hope so too- I'd hate for the villain to succeed, as fun as it is to play.*
*Sure, I'd love to! I feel like they and Helianth would have a lot to talk about.*
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)
*Here he is!*
The man with the strange features is sitting by the main road, facing away from it as he cradles an adult vulture in his arms, petting it and keeping it comfortable. People often stop and pet the hideous bird, feeding it scraps of meat despite being obviously afraid of it. The man doesn't force them to or offer the bird to them, doesn't even say a word unless prompted. But people just get it. They feel the warmth coming off him, even though he seems nervous around them.
Carrion feeders are gathering around him despite his smell being extremely pleasant to humanoids. Worms crawl up from the earth, crows fly down from the heavens, vultures circle overhead. People don't seem to be bothered by this increased presence, more focused on the smiling man with the strange friend.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
They can see Helianth approaching- they first notice the gleaming light at its core- as it crests over a hill and continues to slither in their general direction. The angel of emptiness notices the crowd, and then the warmth coming off of the strange man at the crowd's center, and grows increasingly curious. It roots itself into the soil nearby, the worms burrowing back into the soil to get away from its aura of captive sunlight.
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)
Helianth, lacking the same sort of olfactory nerves that mundane creatures have... does not actually feel his warmth. All it feels is an uncanny presence. Not a being of significant strength in comparison to the quasi-deity, but a parasitic aura. A mockingbird, singing his song without a voice, feeding off the kindness of those around it. However, there is not an ounce of that natural predatory desire within it, even to Helianth's advanced detection. It communicates through vibes, and its lack of hostility is what it is desperately trying to project to Helianth. It looks up at the massive flower with big eyes, even larger than normal, like a pleading child. The others don't seem phased by Helianth's presence, but they do take notice of the sunflower.
"Hello." He says quietly, silencing the cooing crowd. They look at him as though he were saying something infinitely important. "You have beautiful petals. They look nice and rustley."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The crooked god looks back at him with all of its flower heads- it's not absorbing light from here. It hates the taste of this world's 'sun'. "Thank you." It simply responds, not wanting to seem hostile either. "I don't believe we've met before. Who are you?"
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 the buzzard go. "My name is Otto Ferry Junior." The people start to lose interest and disperse as if they never wanted to be here in the first place. "My dad made the Devil Rail. It can take you to or from anywhere, although given its clientele safety is a major concern." He looks at the worm holes in the ground. "I've always been more interested in biology. Animals are the right mix between machines and people, if you think about it. You can even reprogram them if you take the time."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"A pleasure to make your acquaintance- I am Helianth. I've heard brief whispers of the Devil Rail before, but don't know much about it. From what I've heard, it's an absolute marvel of engineering." It replies, some of its flower heads looking over at the gradually dispersing crowd. "I've done some research into both machines and biology myself. That's partly how I ended up like this." It gestures to one of its hands- flesh, bone, metal, plant matter, and even some fungus, all intertwined into something abominable.
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)
His eyes dilate even more and he holds out his own hand. "May I look?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"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.
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*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.