I know what you are all thinking. Or at least, I can guess. The tables have turned, and now Charlie and I are the monsters. Well, you may be right, up to a point, but only up to a point. The Slink was a menace, whether he be Nightmare or not, and judging from all the rumours about him, his elimination can only be said to be convenient for the town at large. Not that you people should be thanking me, or anything. But seriously, paranormalists have been poking around trying to kill those deemed grotesque for long enough it's practically a spectator sport. It's only now that we succeeded that it's considered to be a problem. Hello townsfolk, hypocrisy much?
And as for Charlie? He believed me. A mistake perhaps, but one that anyone could make. You are all no better. All it takes it a little word in your ear, and you could be persuaded to take an innocent life. When you look upon him, remember that. Maybe we are the monsters. But we're no worse than the rest of you.
After a while of him writing down his findings, he feels a hand placed on his shoulder as the Architect comes into view. She was not there just a few seconds ago. She leans a bit over towards his face, turning to look right at him through her mask. "What do you think you're doing?"
She takes out her notepad and pencil for a second to jot something down. "Eh, I know a few things. Been researching Nightmares and related phenomena for 24 years now, though it'll be 25 in a few months. And you know what's funny? I don't think I've even begun to understand how it works after all this time." She responds, dryly chuckling to herself, though it turns to coughing partway through. "That's the paradox of knowledge for you- the more you know, the more you realize just how little you know."
He bristles at someone touching him, turning his head, able to see his eyes behind his sunglasses, his eyes a strange shining purple color "Oh me... just doing some investigation, this place is so interesting, I thought I might want to make some drawings."
"As a being so old, I know that's true more so now than ever. You don't have to tell me what you're writing, just so you know, you seem Ill, I suggest you take some time off, I wouldn't want you dying soon, I've only recently met you." He smiles, behind the metal of his muzzle, showing a row of human teeth, "How old are you? Has this always been what you've wanted to do, or at least something of the like."
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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.'
I know what you are all thinking. Or at least, I can guess. The tables have turned, and now Charlie and I are the monsters. Well, you may be right, up to a point, but only up to a point. The Slink was a menace, whether he be Nightmare or not, and judging from all the rumours about him, his elimination can only be said to be convenient for the town at large. Not that you people should be thanking me, or anything. But seriously, paranormalists have been poking around trying to kill those deemed grotesque for long enough it's practically a spectator sport. It's only now that we succeeded that it's considered to be a problem. Hello townsfolk, hypocrisy much?
And as for Charlie? He believed me. A mistake perhaps, but one that anyone could make. You are all no better. All it takes it a little word in your ear, and you could be persuaded to take an innocent life. When you look upon him, remember that. Maybe we are the monsters. But we're no worse than the rest of you.
😈
A string of replies comes in less than a second.
1984AM: Stop whining. Charlie agreed to this. Hunt is still on. 1984AM: Besides, he'll only be dead for a little bit. He's just a bit of fun. 1984AM: You, however? This is personal, and I sincerely plan on making sure you never see the light of day again. At least not in Balios.
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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 know what you are all thinking. Or at least, I can guess. The tables have turned, and now Charlie and I are the monsters. Well, you may be right, up to a point, but only up to a point. The Slink was a menace, whether he be Nightmare or not, and judging from all the rumours about him, his elimination can only be said to be convenient for the town at large. Not that you people should be thanking me, or anything. But seriously, paranormalists have been poking around trying to kill those deemed grotesque for long enough it's practically a spectator sport. It's only now that we succeeded that it's considered to be a problem. Hello townsfolk, hypocrisy much?
And as for Charlie? He believed me. A mistake perhaps, but one that anyone could make. You are all no better. All it takes it a little word in your ear, and you could be persuaded to take an innocent life. When you look upon him, remember that. Maybe we are the monsters. But we're no worse than the rest of you.
😈
A string of replies comes in less than a second.
1984AM: Stop whining. Charlie agreed to this. Hunt is still on. 1984AM: Besides, he'll only be dead for a little bit. He's just a bit of fun. 1984AM: You, however? This is personal, and I sincerely plan on making sure you never see the light of day again. At least not in Balios.
IagoC8O_66: I don't doubt it. You only have to kill me because you know I'm right.
*I might be on later tonight but I can’t roleplay otherwise today so Charlie’s laying low for now. That ain’t really his style though so he’ll be back soon and he’ll be back loud.*
*I might be on later tonight but I can’t roleplay otherwise today so Charlie’s laying low for now. That ain’t really his style though so he’ll be back soon and he’ll be back loud.*
*nice! I might not be able to be on too late as I have karaoke night*
*I've decided that he's just a corrupted human. Like, Dark Energy leeched into him before he was born, giving him supernatural features (spiral eyes) and abilities (Cursed Spirit Nightmare Manipulation). He's like the much-theorized son between Geto and Gojo, but he works at a Waffle House.*
After a while of him writing down his findings, he feels a hand placed on his shoulder as the Architect comes into view. She was not there just a few seconds ago. She leans a bit over towards his face, turning to look right at him through her mask. "What do you think you're doing?"
She takes out her notepad and pencil for a second to jot something down. "Eh, I know a few things. Been researching Nightmares and related phenomena for 24 years now, though it'll be 25 in a few months. And you know what's funny? I don't think I've even begun to understand how it works after all this time." She responds, dryly chuckling to herself, though it turns to coughing partway through. "That's the paradox of knowledge for you- the more you know, the more you realize just how little you know."
He bristles at someone touching him, turning his head, able to see his eyes behind his sunglasses, his eyes a strange shining purple color "Oh me... just doing some investigation, this place is so interesting, I thought I might want to make some drawings."
"As a being so old, I know that's true more so now than ever. You don't have to tell me what you're writing, just so you know, you seem Ill, I suggest you take some time off, I wouldn't want you dying soon, I've only recently met you." He smiles, behind the metal of his muzzle, showing a row of human teeth, "How old are you? Has this always been what you've wanted to do, or at least something of the like."
"I see... well, I should let you know that you're technically trespassing by being here..." She starts, her mask shuddering slightly before it stops again. "...but I'm in a good mood at the moment, so how about this: You help us get this place operational, and we can forget about your little transgression. How's that sound?"
"It's fine, I'm not ill- just sensitive to Dark Energy from all my time meddling with it. It's in the very air here. I've only ever seen a place so saturated in the stuff once before, and I left before I could find out why." She explains, pausing to think as she takes a sip of coffee. "55, to answer your question. 56 come next May. As for your other question, I've always been curious about the supernatural, though I only started researching it later in life."
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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)
*I've decided that he's just a corrupted human. Like, Dark Energy leeched into him before he was born, giving him supernatural features (spiral eyes) and abilities (Cursed Spirit Nightmare Manipulation). He's like the much-theorized son between Geto and Gojo, but he works at a Waffle House.*
*Again, that sounds really cool, and considering his main, and only current employee being the concept of Violence is actually quite interesting. Also, it will always be Cursed Spirit manipulation.*
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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.'
"I see... well, I should let you know that you're technically trespassing by being here..." She starts, her mask shuddering slightly before it stops again. "...but I'm in a good mood at the moment, so how about this: You help us get this place operational, and we can forget about your little transgression. How's that sound?"
"It's fine, I'm not ill- just sensitive to Dark Energy from all my time meddling with it. It's in the very air here. I've only ever seen a place so saturated in the stuff once before, and I left before I could find out why." She explains, pausing to think as she takes a sip of coffee. "55, to answer your question. 56 come next May. As for your other question, I've always been curious about the supernatural, though I only started researching it later in life."
"I assume that if I don't help I won't be leaving this place or something similar? Quite the offer when the other option is death." He puts away his notebook, looking closely at them "What would getting this place operational entail?" He asks curiously, clasping his metal hands together, softly glowing the same purple as his eyes.
"You've lived for quite some time then, you don't look it." He sits back down with his own cup of coffee that appeared out of nowhere, "I do believe that my manager and I would be the cause of all the energy here, though I'm more present than they are these days." Steam pours out of his mouth.
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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.'
1984AM: Stop whining. Charlie agreed to this. Hunt is still on. 1984AM: Besides, he'll only be dead for a little bit. He's just a bit of fun. 1984AM: You, however? This is personal, and I sincerely plan on making sure you never see the light of day again. At least not in Balios.
IagoC8O_66: I don't doubt it. You only have to kill me because you know I'm right.
1984AM: You argue like a child. You could say that as a response to literally anything and it wouldn't be anything close to true. I do believe your evidence to be sound, but your conclusions are marred by incredibly heavy bias and pathetic excuses. 1984AM: This has never been about justice or honor or anything like that. It's barely even revenge. I just don't like you, and I can do this. Surely you understand the thought process.
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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.
1984AM: Stop whining. Charlie agreed to this. Hunt is still on. 1984AM: Besides, he'll only be dead for a little bit. He's just a bit of fun. 1984AM: You, however? This is personal, and I sincerely plan on making sure you never see the light of day again. At least not in Balios.
IagoC8O_66: I don't doubt it. You only have to kill me because you know I'm right.
1984AM: You argue like a child. You could say that as a response to literally anything and it wouldn't be anything close to true. I do believe your evidence to be sound, but your conclusions are marred by incredibly heavy bias and pathetic excuses. 1984AM: This has never been about justice or honor or anything like that. It's barely even revenge. I just don't like you, and I can do this. Surely you understand the thought process.
IagoC8O_66: Oh, I understand. Have fun hunting me. If you're anything like me, you will 😈
*I've decided that he's just a corrupted human. Like, Dark Energy leeched into him before he was born, giving him supernatural features (spiral eyes) and abilities (Cursed Spirit Nightmare Manipulation). He's like the much-theorized son between Geto and Gojo, but he works at a Waffle House.*
*Again, that sounds really cool, and considering his main, and only current employee being the concept of Violence is actually quite interesting. Also, it will always be Cursed Spirit manipulation.*
*He loves his job and wants to help Violence be the best he can be.*
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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've decided that he's just a corrupted human. Like, Dark Energy leeched into him before he was born, giving him supernatural features (spiral eyes) and abilities (Cursed Spirit Nightmare Manipulation). He's like the much-theorized son between Geto and Gojo, but he works at a Waffle House.*
*Again, that sounds really cool, and considering his main, and only current employee being the concept of Violence is actually quite interesting. Also, it will always be Cursed Spirit manipulation.*
*He loves his job and wants to help Violence be the best he can be.*
*Violence definitely likes his boss, no matter how naive he views them, but it'll be fun, can't wait for the intro.*
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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.'
"I see... well, I should let you know that you're technically trespassing by being here..." She starts, her mask shuddering slightly before it stops again. "...but I'm in a good mood at the moment, so how about this: You help us get this place operational, and we can forget about your little transgression. How's that sound?"
"It's fine, I'm not ill- just sensitive to Dark Energy from all my time meddling with it. It's in the very air here. I've only ever seen a place so saturated in the stuff once before, and I left before I could find out why." She explains, pausing to think as she takes a sip of coffee. "55, to answer your question. 56 come next May. As for your other question, I've always been curious about the supernatural, though I only started researching it later in life."
"I assume that if I don't help I won't be leaving this place or something similar? Quite the offer when the other option is death." He puts away his notebook, looking closely at them "What would getting this place operational entail?" He asks curiously, clasping his metal hands together, softly glowing the same purple as his eyes.
"You've lived for quite some time then, you don't look it." He sits back down with his own cup of coffee that appeared out of nowhere, "I do believe that my manager and I would be the cause of all the energy here, though I'm more present than they are these days." Steam pours out of his mouth.
She ignores his first question, letting go of his shoulder. "Right now, we just need to get all the Dark Energy collectors prepared and set up some lights in spots- nothing much else to do until more of the attractions get here from the other side. Don't worry, I'll show you how to set up the first one." She explains, her mask showing a grinning visage.
"I wouldn't be surprised if that was the case. From what I gathered so far based on energy readings, there's at least three Nightmare Lords here- don't know who or where exactly, though, but that's what I'm hoping to figure out." She pauses, taking another sip of coffee.
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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)
She ignores his first question, letting go of his shoulder. "Right now, we just need to get all the Dark Energy collectors prepared and set up some lights in spots- nothing much else to do until more of the attractions get here from the other side. Don't worry, I'll show you how to set up the first one." She explains, her mask showing a grinning visage.
"I wouldn't be surprised if that was the case. From what I gathered so far based on energy readings, there's at least three Nightmare Lords here- don't know who or where exactly, though, but that's what I'm hoping to figure out." She pauses, taking another sip of coffee.
He doesn't seem too bothered by the terrifying appearance before his eyes, adjusting his glasses with a hand, "Hmm, just out of the sake of the hypothetical, after all, I am a scientist. What would happen if I were to simply leave? I know I can't, but if I could?" He asks, smiling softly back at them from behind his trenchcoat collar.
"Right on the money, how clever of you, and one came to visit just the other day. Of course I can't tell you much, or I could, but I don't care enough to be helpful, and if I wanted to I probably would've killed you by now anyway, want a refill?" He asks, finishing his own coffee.
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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.'
She ignores his first question, letting go of his shoulder. "Right now, we just need to get all the Dark Energy collectors prepared and set up some lights in spots- nothing much else to do until more of the attractions get here from the other side. Don't worry, I'll show you how to set up the first one." She explains, her mask showing a grinning visage.
"I wouldn't be surprised if that was the case. From what I gathered so far based on energy readings, there's at least three Nightmare Lords here- don't know who or where exactly, though, but that's what I'm hoping to figure out." She pauses, taking another sip of coffee.
He doesn't seem too bothered by the terrifying appearance before his eyes, adjusting his glasses with a hand, "Hmm, just out of the sake of the hypothetical, after all, I am a scientist. What would happen if I were to simply leave? I know I can't, but if I could?" He asks, smiling softly back at them from behind his trenchcoat collar.
"Right on the money, how clever of you, and one came to visit just the other day. Of course I can't tell you much, or I could, but I don't care enough to be helpful, and if I wanted to I probably would've killed you by now anyway, want a refill?" He asks, finishing his own coffee.
"Well- and this is all purely hypothetical, of course- I'd kill you and use parts of your corpse to build another of my lovely creations. Hypothetically." She explains cheerily, her mask still smiling. "Now, how's about I show you how to set up the first generator so you can get out of here sooner?"
"Sure." She answers, before covering her mouth with her elbow and coughing again. "Hopefully I'll find my answers soon enough- if the other Nightmares don't kill me first, that is." She dryly chuckles, not really believing herself in any danger- whether that confidence comes from too much bravado or not enough sense is difficult to discern.
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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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*Le Felix is almost ready*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
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A Defence~ IagoC8O_66
I know what you are all thinking. Or at least, I can guess. The tables have turned, and now Charlie and I are the monsters. Well, you may be right, up to a point, but only up to a point. The Slink was a menace, whether he be Nightmare or not, and judging from all the rumours about him, his elimination can only be said to be convenient for the town at large. Not that you people should be thanking me, or anything. But seriously, paranormalists have been poking around trying to kill those deemed grotesque for long enough it's practically a spectator sport. It's only now that we succeeded that it's considered to be a problem. Hello townsfolk, hypocrisy much?
And as for Charlie? He believed me. A mistake perhaps, but one that anyone could make. You are all no better. All it takes it a little word in your ear, and you could be persuaded to take an innocent life. When you look upon him, remember that. Maybe we are the monsters. But we're no worse than the rest of you.
😈
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He bristles at someone touching him, turning his head, able to see his eyes behind his sunglasses, his eyes a strange shining purple color "Oh me... just doing some investigation, this place is so interesting, I thought I might want to make some drawings."
"As a being so old, I know that's true more so now than ever. You don't have to tell me what you're writing, just so you know, you seem Ill, I suggest you take some time off, I wouldn't want you dying soon, I've only recently met you." He smiles, behind the metal of his muzzle, showing a row of human teeth, "How old are you? Has this always been what you've wanted to do, or at least something of the like."
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.)
*Fantastic, Violence has been feeling lonely.*
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.)
A string of replies comes in less than a second.
1984AM: Stop whining. Charlie agreed to this. Hunt is still on.
1984AM: Besides, he'll only be dead for a little bit. He's just a bit of fun.
1984AM: You, however? This is personal, and I sincerely plan on making sure you never see the light of day again. At least not in Balios.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
A pair of dark, beady eyes are watching from a derelict house
Quinn is drinking a soda in the square
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IagoC8O_66: I don't doubt it. You only have to kill me because you know I'm right.
🍅 PM me the word 'tomato' 🍅 Extended Signature Musk Sucks, Quit X!
*I might be on later tonight but I can’t roleplay otherwise today so Charlie’s laying low for now. That ain’t really his style though so he’ll be back soon and he’ll be back loud.*
*nice! I might not be able to be on too late as I have karaoke night*
🍅 PM me the word 'tomato' 🍅 Extended Signature Musk Sucks, Quit X!
*I've decided that he's just a corrupted human. Like, Dark Energy leeched into him before he was born, giving him supernatural features (spiral eyes) and abilities (
Cursed SpiritNightmare Manipulation). He's like the much-theorized son between Geto and Gojo, but he works at a Waffle House.*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 should let you know that you're technically trespassing by being here..." She starts, her mask shuddering slightly before it stops again. "...but I'm in a good mood at the moment, so how about this: You help us get this place operational, and we can forget about your little transgression. How's that sound?"
"It's fine, I'm not ill- just sensitive to Dark Energy from all my time meddling with it. It's in the very air here. I've only ever seen a place so saturated in the stuff once before, and I left before I could find out why." She explains, pausing to think as she takes a sip of coffee. "55, to answer your question. 56 come next May. As for your other question, I've always been curious about the supernatural, though I only started researching it later in life."
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)
*Again, that sounds really cool, and considering his main, and only current employee being the concept of Violence is actually quite interesting. Also, it will always be Cursed Spirit manipulation.*
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.)
"I assume that if I don't help I won't be leaving this place or something similar? Quite the offer when the other option is death." He puts away his notebook, looking closely at them "What would getting this place operational entail?" He asks curiously, clasping his metal hands together, softly glowing the same purple as his eyes.
"You've lived for quite some time then, you don't look it." He sits back down with his own cup of coffee that appeared out of nowhere, "I do believe that my manager and I would be the cause of all the energy here, though I'm more present than they are these days." Steam pours out of his mouth.
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.)
1984AM: You argue like a child. You could say that as a response to literally anything and it wouldn't be anything close to true. I do believe your evidence to be sound, but your conclusions are marred by incredibly heavy bias and pathetic excuses.
1984AM: This has never been about justice or honor or anything like that. It's barely even revenge. I just don't like you, and I can do this. Surely you understand the thought process.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
IagoC8O_66: Oh, I understand. Have fun hunting me. If you're anything like me, you will 😈
🍅 PM me the word 'tomato' 🍅 Extended Signature Musk Sucks, Quit X!
*He loves his job and wants to help Violence be the best he can be.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Violence definitely likes his boss, no matter how naive he views them, but it'll be fun, can't wait for the intro.*
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.)
She ignores his first question, letting go of his shoulder. "Right now, we just need to get all the Dark Energy collectors prepared and set up some lights in spots- nothing much else to do until more of the attractions get here from the other side. Don't worry, I'll show you how to set up the first one." She explains, her mask showing a grinning visage.
"I wouldn't be surprised if that was the case. From what I gathered so far based on energy readings, there's at least three Nightmare Lords here- don't know who or where exactly, though, but that's what I'm hoping to figure out." She pauses, taking another sip of coffee.
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 doesn't seem too bothered by the terrifying appearance before his eyes, adjusting his glasses with a hand, "Hmm, just out of the sake of the hypothetical, after all, I am a scientist. What would happen if I were to simply leave? I know I can't, but if I could?" He asks, smiling softly back at them from behind his trenchcoat collar.
"Right on the money, how clever of you, and one came to visit just the other day. Of course I can't tell you much, or I could, but I don't care enough to be helpful, and if I wanted to I probably would've killed you by now anyway, want a refill?" He asks, finishing his own coffee.
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.)
"Well- and this is all purely hypothetical, of course- I'd kill you and use parts of your corpse to build another of my lovely creations. Hypothetically." She explains cheerily, her mask still smiling. "Now, how's about I show you how to set up the first generator so you can get out of here sooner?"
"Sure." She answers, before covering her mouth with her elbow and coughing again. "Hopefully I'll find my answers soon enough- if the other Nightmares don't kill me first, that is." She dryly chuckles, not really believing herself in any danger- whether that confidence comes from too much bravado or not enough sense is difficult to discern.
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)