A towering figure heads away from the Restoration Booths, wandering with no real objective in mind. The only immediately apparent feature that can be seen in the darkness is their eyes- of which there are far more than two. The eyes themselves seem to be a form of biomod, and they illuminate where the figure looks as if they were floodlights.
The darkness seems almost... oily. It splits iridescently at the edge of the light. Something seems to be moving through the shadows with the figure, visibly and audibly cloaked by the umbra.
"I'm just a fool, I'm just a fool..." comes a dull hum. "Hey there."
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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.
A towering figure heads away from the Restoration Booths, wandering with no real objective in mind. The only immediately apparent feature that can be seen in the darkness is their eyes- of which there are far more than two. The eyes themselves seem to be a form of biomod, and they illuminate where the figure looks as if they were floodlights.
The darkness seems almost... oily. It splits iridescently at the edge of the light. Something seems to be moving through the shadows with the figure, visibly and audibly cloaked by the umbra.
"I'm just a fool, I'm just a fool..." comes a dull hum. "Hey there."
"Hello." They speak in a voice that is soft in tone, yet loud enough to be heard with clarity.
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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 towering figure heads away from the Restoration Booths, wandering with no real objective in mind. The only immediately apparent feature that can be seen in the darkness is their eyes- of which there are far more than two. The eyes themselves seem to be a form of biomod, and they illuminate where the figure looks as if they were floodlights.
The darkness seems almost... oily. It splits iridescently at the edge of the light. Something seems to be moving through the shadows with the figure, visibly and audibly cloaked by the umbra.
"I'm just a fool, I'm just a fool..." comes a dull hum. "Hey there."
"Hello." They speak in a voice that is soft in tone, yet loud enough to be heard with clarity.
"Haven't seen you around. Or yet." A young man glides into the light the figure is casting. "Despite my connections to the dark, I don't have night vision. You're a Watchful, I'm guessing?"
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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.
A towering figure heads away from the Restoration Booths, wandering with no real objective in mind. The only immediately apparent feature that can be seen in the darkness is their eyes- of which there are far more than two. The eyes themselves seem to be a form of biomod, and they illuminate where the figure looks as if they were floodlights.
The darkness seems almost... oily. It splits iridescently at the edge of the light. Something seems to be moving through the shadows with the figure, visibly and audibly cloaked by the umbra.
"I'm just a fool, I'm just a fool..." comes a dull hum. "Hey there."
"Hello." They speak in a voice that is soft in tone, yet loud enough to be heard with clarity.
"Haven't seen you around. Or yet." A young man glides into the light the figure is casting. "Despite my connections to the dark, I don't have night vision. You're a Watchful, I'm guessing?"
"You would be correct." One of the figure's eyes moves to the back of their head, casting a sickly yellow glow at the street behind them, before moving back to its original place.
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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)
*hello friends!* Kiff is spraypainting over an unidentified advertisement, covering it with flowers and mountains and birds.
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I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat. I'm a sensitive little sad bean, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, princess-of-quite-a-lot, and certified silly goose
Reeve is creating sparkling fabrics from thin air, preparing to turn them into a lovely dress fit for a god.
A kid in a big tattered jacket runs by, accidentally bumping into reeve.
Reeve fluffs her wings, the moth priest looking confused. "Dear? Are you alright? Also, dear Thos, what is that you wear. It's.. crying for death."
"Ha. I'm fine, and so's my coat." there are patches sewn on with surprising skill. "I'm a reuser. Why waste it when you can fix it?"
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I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat. I'm a sensitive little sad bean, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, princess-of-quite-a-lot, and certified silly goose
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat. I'm a sensitive little sad bean, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, princess-of-quite-a-lot, and certified silly goose
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat. I'm a sensitive little sad bean, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, princess-of-quite-a-lot, and certified silly goose
A towering figure heads away from the Restoration Booths, wandering with no real objective in mind. The only immediately apparent feature that can be seen in the darkness is their eyes- of which there are far more than two. The eyes themselves seem to be a form of biomod, and they illuminate where the figure looks as if they were floodlights.
The darkness seems almost... oily. It splits iridescently at the edge of the light. Something seems to be moving through the shadows with the figure, visibly and audibly cloaked by the umbra.
"I'm just a fool, I'm just a fool..." comes a dull hum. "Hey there."
"Hello." They speak in a voice that is soft in tone, yet loud enough to be heard with clarity.
"Haven't seen you around. Or yet." A young man glides into the light the figure is casting. "Despite my connections to the dark, I don't have night vision. You're a Watchful, I'm guessing?"
"You would be correct." One of the figure's eyes moves to the back of their head, casting a sickly yellow glow at the street behind them, before moving back to its original place.
"Nice eyes. Must have a nice job to get them. What would you be doing hanging around here?" He seems pretty casual, with his coat over his shoulders and a baseball cap extolling the virtues of bacon.
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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'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat. I'm a sensitive little sad bean, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, princess-of-quite-a-lot, and certified silly goose
A towering figure heads away from the Restoration Booths, wandering with no real objective in mind. The only immediately apparent feature that can be seen in the darkness is their eyes- of which there are far more than two. The eyes themselves seem to be a form of biomod, and they illuminate where the figure looks as if they were floodlights.
The darkness seems almost... oily. It splits iridescently at the edge of the light. Something seems to be moving through the shadows with the figure, visibly and audibly cloaked by the umbra.
"I'm just a fool, I'm just a fool..." comes a dull hum. "Hey there."
"Hello." They speak in a voice that is soft in tone, yet loud enough to be heard with clarity.
"Haven't seen you around. Or yet." A young man glides into the light the figure is casting. "Despite my connections to the dark, I don't have night vision. You're a Watchful, I'm guessing?"
"You would be correct." One of the figure's eyes moves to the back of their head, casting a sickly yellow glow at the street behind them, before moving back to its original place.
"Nice eyes. Must have a nice job to get them. What would you be doing hanging around here?" He seems pretty casual, with his coat over his shoulders and a baseball cap extolling the virtues of bacon.
"Thank you. I am taking in information to later report to my higher-ups. In a sense, one could say that I am part of the surveillance system." Some of their eyes turn to face the walls, shining light on whatever posters, ads, and art there may 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)
"Nice eyes. Must have a nice job to get them. What would you be doing hanging around here?" He seems pretty casual, with his coat over his shoulders and a baseball cap extolling the virtues of bacon.
"Thank you. I am taking in information to later report to my higher-ups. In a sense, one could say that I am part of the surveillance system." Some of their eyes turn to face the walls, shining light on whatever posters, ads, and art there may be.
There are plenty, plastered over each other over and over and over again, layers thick in muck and barely holding together, each making a desperate attempt to be noticed. Seems almost like a metaphor.
"Nice. Hope you're armed. The Red Eyes are out tonight. Don't think they'll sneak up on you, but they're okay with brute force when it suits them. Side note, is that cold light?"
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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.
"Nice eyes. Must have a nice job to get them. What would you be doing hanging around here?" He seems pretty casual, with his coat over his shoulders and a baseball cap extolling the virtues of bacon.
"Thank you. I am taking in information to later report to my higher-ups. In a sense, one could say that I am part of the surveillance system." Some of their eyes turn to face the walls, shining light on whatever posters, ads, and art there may be.
There are plenty, plastered over each other over and over and over again, layers thick in muck and barely holding together, each making a desperate attempt to be noticed. Seems almost like a metaphor.
"Nice. Hope you're armed. The Red Eyes are out tonight. Don't think they'll sneak up on you, but they're okay with brute force when it suits them. Side note, is that cold light?"
"No, it does emit heat. Although, it's not very noticeable unless the lights are on for several hours. Gives me a headache." They continue to look at the maybe-metaphorical symbolism, as well as having their other eyes look at and illuminate different surfaces. "As for being armed, I shouldn't have much to worry 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)
"Nice eyes. Must have a nice job to get them. What would you be doing hanging around here?" He seems pretty casual, with his coat over his shoulders and a baseball cap extolling the virtues of bacon.
"Thank you. I am taking in information to later report to my higher-ups. In a sense, one could say that I am part of the surveillance system." Some of their eyes turn to face the walls, shining light on whatever posters, ads, and art there may be.
There are plenty, plastered over each other over and over and over again, layers thick in muck and barely holding together, each making a desperate attempt to be noticed. Seems almost like a metaphor.
"Nice. Hope you're armed. The Red Eyes are out tonight. Don't think they'll sneak up on you, but they're okay with brute force when it suits them. Side note, is that cold light?"
"No, it does emit heat. Although, it's not very noticeable unless the lights are on for several hours. Gives me a headache." They continue to look at the maybe-metaphorical symbolism, as well as having their other eyes look at and illuminate different surfaces. "As for being armed, I shouldn't have much to worry about."
"You'll need calories to keep those running, then, especially since you've just been reconstructed. Wanna snack? Breakfast all night inside." He gestures toward the back door of the Schloss Scrumptious.
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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.
"Nice eyes. Must have a nice job to get them. What would you be doing hanging around here?" He seems pretty casual, with his coat over his shoulders and a baseball cap extolling the virtues of bacon.
"Thank you. I am taking in information to later report to my higher-ups. In a sense, one could say that I am part of the surveillance system." Some of their eyes turn to face the walls, shining light on whatever posters, ads, and art there may be.
There are plenty, plastered over each other over and over and over again, layers thick in muck and barely holding together, each making a desperate attempt to be noticed. Seems almost like a metaphor.
"Nice. Hope you're armed. The Red Eyes are out tonight. Don't think they'll sneak up on you, but they're okay with brute force when it suits them. Side note, is that cold light?"
"No, it does emit heat. Although, it's not very noticeable unless the lights are on for several hours. Gives me a headache." They continue to look at the maybe-metaphorical symbolism, as well as having their other eyes look at and illuminate different surfaces. "As for being armed, I shouldn't have much to worry about."
"You'll need calories to keep those running, then, especially since you've just been reconstructed. Wanna snack? Breakfast all night inside." He gestures toward the back door of the Schloss Scrumptious.
The figure thinks about it for a second. "I suppose a meal wouldn't hurt."
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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)
"You'll need calories to keep those running, then, especially since you've just been reconstructed. Wanna snack? Breakfast all night inside." He gestures toward the back door of the Schloss Scrumptious.
The figure thinks about it for a second. "I suppose a meal wouldn't hurt."
"It rarely does." He holds the door open for the figure. "Going in the front would get me in trouble. I'll get you a menu real quick."
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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.
"You'll need calories to keep those running, then, especially since you've just been reconstructed. Wanna snack? Breakfast all night inside." He gestures toward the back door of the Schloss Scrumptious.
The figure thinks about it for a second. "I suppose a meal wouldn't hurt."
"It rarely does." He holds the door open for the figure. "Going in the front would get me in trouble. I'll get you a menu real quick."
"Thank you." They bend over to enter the door, turning off their high-beam lights upon entering the lit interior. Of course, they are looking around at all angles for anything of note.
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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)
"You'll need calories to keep those running, then, especially since you've just been reconstructed. Wanna snack? Breakfast all night inside." He gestures toward the back door of the Schloss Scrumptious.
The figure thinks about it for a second. "I suppose a meal wouldn't hurt."
"It rarely does." He holds the door open for the figure. "Going in the front would get me in trouble. I'll get you a menu real quick."
"Thank you." They bend over to enter the door, turning off their high-beam lights upon entering the lit interior. Of course, they are looking around at all angles for anything of note.
The bathrooms that they're entering through are immaculate. The man follows behind, a mere foot and a half shorter than the figure. He leads the creature to the main dining area, which seems relatively vacant. He places down a menu and goes to stand behind the counter while they peruse their options.
*gtg for now!*
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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 bathrooms that they're entering through are immaculate. The man follows behind, a mere foot and a half shorter than the figure. He leads the creature to the main dining area, which seems relatively vacant. He places down a menu and goes to stand behind the counter while they peruse their options.
*gtg for now!*
The creature looks at the menu, trying to decide what to order.
*Bye for now!*
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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)
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The darkness seems almost... oily. It splits iridescently at the edge of the light. Something seems to be moving through the shadows with the figure, visibly and audibly cloaked by the umbra.
"I'm just a fool, I'm just a fool..." comes a dull hum. "Hey there."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Hello." They speak in a voice that is soft in tone, yet loud enough to be heard with clarity.
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)
"Haven't seen you around. Or yet." A young man glides into the light the figure is casting. "Despite my connections to the dark, I don't have night vision. You're a Watchful, I'm guessing?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"You would be correct." One of the figure's eyes moves to the back of their head, casting a sickly yellow glow at the street behind them, before moving back to its original place.
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)
*hello friends!*
Kiff is spraypainting over an unidentified advertisement, covering it with flowers and mountains and birds.
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat.
I'm a sensitive little sad bean, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, princess-of-quite-a-lot, and certified silly goose
"Ha. I'm fine, and so's my coat." there are patches sewn on with surprising skill. "I'm a reuser. Why waste it when you can fix it?"
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat.
I'm a sensitive little sad bean, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, princess-of-quite-a-lot, and certified silly goose
*also baalze the scrap rats are big into reducing, reusing, and recycling and I changed their name*
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat.
I'm a sensitive little sad bean, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, princess-of-quite-a-lot, and certified silly goose
*hi*
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat.
I'm a sensitive little sad bean, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, princess-of-quite-a-lot, and certified silly goose
"Nice eyes. Must have a nice job to get them. What would you be doing hanging around here?" He seems pretty casual, with his coat over his shoulders and a baseball cap extolling the virtues of bacon.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Altered their description in the main post using this new information*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*rp?*
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat.
I'm a sensitive little sad bean, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, princess-of-quite-a-lot, and certified silly goose
"Thank you. I am taking in information to later report to my higher-ups. In a sense, one could say that I am part of the surveillance system." Some of their eyes turn to face the walls, shining light on whatever posters, ads, and art there may 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)
There are plenty, plastered over each other over and over and over again, layers thick in muck and barely holding together, each making a desperate attempt to be noticed. Seems almost like a metaphor.
"Nice. Hope you're armed. The Red Eyes are out tonight. Don't think they'll sneak up on you, but they're okay with brute force when it suits them. Side note, is that cold light?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"No, it does emit heat. Although, it's not very noticeable unless the lights are on for several hours. Gives me a headache." They continue to look at the maybe-metaphorical symbolism, as well as having their other eyes look at and illuminate different surfaces. "As for being armed, I shouldn't have much to worry 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)
"You'll need calories to keep those running, then, especially since you've just been reconstructed. Wanna snack? Breakfast all night inside." He gestures toward the back door of the Schloss Scrumptious.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The figure thinks about it for a second. "I suppose a meal wouldn't hurt."
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)
"It rarely does." He holds the door open for the figure. "Going in the front would get me in trouble. I'll get you a menu real quick."
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." They bend over to enter the door, turning off their high-beam lights upon entering the lit interior. Of course, they are looking around at all angles for anything of note.
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 bathrooms that they're entering through are immaculate. The man follows behind, a mere foot and a half shorter than the figure. He leads the creature to the main dining area, which seems relatively vacant. He places down a menu and goes to stand behind the counter while they peruse their options.
*gtg for now!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The creature looks at the menu, trying to decide what to order.
*Bye for now!*
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)