The Architect recognizes him immediately, skittering over towards him on numerous insect-like legs, said legs folding back up into her human disguise as she gets close. "Well well well... what have we here? Tell me, what brings you to my domain?" She says in a cheery tone, scanning for any potential weaknesses from behind her mask.
"You look pretty eager to see me." He says with a grin, "I was just taken a look around. This little fair you got here seems to be getting less little every day. You gotta tilt-a-whirl?"
"Yes, progress is going swimmingly... the place should open soon." She responds, before getting an idea. "We do, actually, though it's not fully assembled yet. I could show you where it is, though."
"I'd love to see it. The tilt-a-whirl has always been my favorite ride. That and the bumper cars. It's really just like life. A high-velocity, whirling ride that makes you want to vomit. Super fun."
"I have a feeling you'd love this place, then." She replies... wait, was her mask always smiling? "Now, it's just this way." She adds, dramatically gesturing down one of the footpaths that spiderweb their way throughout the fairgrounds.
He heads down the path, his thumbs tucked into his belt. He eyes his surroundings and smiles, "You got killer clowns?"
"I am." He leaps down from the bank and lands nearby. His boots bite the gravel and send slivers of rock diving for cover in the water. He has a horrifyingly familiar face. "I'm Charlie. Last time I saw you, you were roadkill."
'Roadkill? I've heard that's your name, not mine. You don't even know mine'
The Slink looks as if he is ready to run
"Heh, yeah I guess it is." He runs his fingers through his blonde hair, "What is it then? What is your name? And just a warning: I'd think twice about running from a speed demon."
'Luther Feuerstein, not that anyone cares. They can call me what they want, I'm their monster now. What do you want from me?'
"That's an amazing name, man." He says with a laugh, "Not what I would have expected from something called the Slink." He pinks up a stone and hurls it at the water. It skips across the river's surface and lands with a plink on the other side of the river. He throws a skips a new rock for each answer he gives you, "I want to know how you're still alive. I want to know why Iago wants you dead. I want to know what you were doing with that dude in the vat. And that's just for starters."
'As I said, they call me what they want. There are worse names. I'm still alive, cause I'm tougher than I look, and Iago isn't allowed to kill me. I don't know why he wants me dead, but he's been in my dreams ever since I was a kid. And he's always wanted me dead. The guy in the vat? He was a friend of mine. On the run, being chased by cops and Nightmares, so I took him in. I was baptising him in the vat. He'd turned to God, but wasn't exactly gonna go into a church and get put onto any paperwork, not with his situation. So I was gonna do it myself'
He hasn't seen her yet, but he starts sniffing the air. "You're a strong one." He mutters, closing his eyes. "You can probably hear me from here, can't you? I honestly have no clue where you are yet, but I don't smell anything to indicate hostility... but maybe I'm distracted by all the caramel corn. Food always makes it hard for me to focus. You're, uh... the Lord of that fair? A sub-lord?" He's quiet for a moment, taking a sip from his flask.
*Sorry I missed this before*
"To answer your first question, yes I can." She responds, now sitting at a table inside the Waffle House. How she got there is unclear- the door didn't even open. "And for your second question, yes I am. How could you sense me so easily? Was my disguise that obvious?"
He doesn't turn to look at her. "I have special skills. Or, senses, as it is. You know how some people have a second sight that lets them perceive just about everything? I have that, but for me, it's smell and taste. It's usually not a pleasant experience. You can close a third eye, but third olfactory and gustatory nerve centers? Can't do much to close those off. Most Nightmares carry a sort of... fermented smell. Lords are less predictable. You have a sort of funnel cake scent: weird and unhealthy and creative, likely revealing a complex network of textures and flavors that I'll never discover."
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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.
'Where can you last remember being? Did you grow up in Balios?'
"No. I was in a band, and we were playing a gig back in 1992. I was walking to the hotel afterwards, when I was pulled into an alleyway and stabbed to death"
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'Where can you last remember being? Did you grow up in Balios?'
"No. I was in a band, and we were playing a gig back in 1992. I was walking to the hotel afterwards, when I was pulled into an alleyway and stabbed to death"
'Let's go back to that alleyway. They might have stashed you nearby. Though realistically, if you'd been found, your body would have been taken away, maybe by the authorities'
'Where can you last remember being? Did you grow up in Balios?'
"No. I was in a band, and we were playing a gig back in 1992. I was walking to the hotel afterwards, when I was pulled into an alleyway and stabbed to death"
'Let's go back to that alleyway. They might have stashed you nearby. Though realistically, if you'd been found, your body would have been taken away, maybe by the authorities'
"I don't remember being found. My body is probably somewhere nearby"
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'Where can you last remember being? Did you grow up in Balios?'
"No. I was in a band, and we were playing a gig back in 1992. I was walking to the hotel afterwards, when I was pulled into an alleyway and stabbed to death"
'Let's go back to that alleyway. They might have stashed you nearby. Though realistically, if you'd been found, your body would have been taken away, maybe by the authorities'
"I don't remember being found. My body is probably somewhere nearby"
Iago heads off, with Melissa, to go look for the body. 'You lead the way to the alley'
"I think there's a lot to learn from them too, though we can agree to disagree on the rest." She seems especially intrigued by the mention of one of the Lords of this town. "You met a Nightmare Lord and lived? Impressive. Where were they?"
"In the strange fair seeming area outside of town, it seems to be made of dark energy and the flesh of some people who failed." He says, beginning to write some stuff down "How about this, I ask you something, you ask me something, we both be honest?"
"Sure, sounds fair." She chuckles a bit, though it turns to coughing halfway through. "I believe that'd make it your turn to question- I've already asked a few."
"You obviously know much more about Nightmares than you let on, tell me, who do you work for?" He asks, flipping to a new page of his notebook to write everything down.
"NEO. Work for them as an Exorcist." She responds in a hushed tone, really not wanting anyone else nearby to hear.
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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)
'As I said, they call me what they want. There are worse names. I'm still alive, cause I'm tougher than I look, and Iago isn't allowed to kill me. I don't know why he wants me dead, but he's been in my dreams ever since I was a kid. And he's always wanted me dead. The guy in the vat? He was a friend of mine. On the run, being chased by cops and Nightmares, so I took him in. I was baptising him in the vat. He'd turned to God, but wasn't exactly gonna go into a church and get put onto any paperwork, not with his situation. So I was gonna do it myself'
"Iago ain't allowed to kill you, huh? That explains some things I guess." He chunks a much larger stone into the water. This one splashes and sinks to the bottom. "That's a very unconventional baptism. Chemical vats aren't necessarily known for being safe dunking spots."
'Where can you last remember being? Did you grow up in Balios?'
"No. I was in a band, and we were playing a gig back in 1992. I was walking to the hotel afterwards, when I was pulled into an alleyway and stabbed to death"
'Let's go back to that alleyway. They might have stashed you nearby. Though realistically, if you'd been found, your body would have been taken away, maybe by the authorities'
"I don't remember being found. My body is probably somewhere nearby"
Iago heads off, with Melissa, to go look for the body. 'You lead the way to the alley'
She leads him to an alleyway on the other side of town
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'As I said, they call me what they want. There are worse names. I'm still alive, cause I'm tougher than I look, and Iago isn't allowed to kill me. I don't know why he wants me dead, but he's been in my dreams ever since I was a kid. And he's always wanted me dead. The guy in the vat? He was a friend of mine. On the run, being chased by cops and Nightmares, so I took him in. I was baptising him in the vat. He'd turned to God, but wasn't exactly gonna go into a church and get put onto any paperwork, not with his situation. So I was gonna do it myself'
"Iago ain't allowed to kill you, huh? That explains some things I guess." He chunks a much larger stone into the water. This one splashes and sinks to the bottom. "That's a very unconventional baptism. Chemical vats aren't necessarily known for being safe dunking spots."
'I've spent enough time in that chemical plant to know where's safe and where isn't. It's a quiet place, there, where I can hide. I like hiding. And watching. Sometimes I can be helpful. Sometimes I don't need to be. But I'm always there. You ever heard of Third Man Syndrome?'
He hasn't seen her yet, but he starts sniffing the air. "You're a strong one." He mutters, closing his eyes. "You can probably hear me from here, can't you? I honestly have no clue where you are yet, but I don't smell anything to indicate hostility... but maybe I'm distracted by all the caramel corn. Food always makes it hard for me to focus. You're, uh... the Lord of that fair? A sub-lord?" He's quiet for a moment, taking a sip from his flask.
*Sorry I missed this before*
"To answer your first question, yes I can." She responds, now sitting at a table inside the Waffle House. How she got there is unclear- the door didn't even open. "And for your second question, yes I am. How could you sense me so easily? Was my disguise that obvious?"
He doesn't turn to look at her. "I have special skills. Or, senses, as it is. You know how some people have a second sight that lets them perceive just about everything? I have that, but for me, it's smell and taste. It's usually not a pleasant experience. You can close a third eye, but third olfactory and gustatory nerve centers? Can't do much to close those off. Most Nightmares carry a sort of... fermented smell. Lords are less predictable. You have a sort of funnel cake scent: weird and unhealthy and creative, likely revealing a complex network of textures and flavors that I'll never discover."
"Intriguing... I'm oddly flattered, in a way." She stands up from the table, ambling about the place. "I can sense something with you as well. Not quite nightmarish, but not quite human either. I find it very curious indeed. I imagine that has something to do with your special senses, as you put it?"
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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)
'As I said, they call me what they want. There are worse names. I'm still alive, cause I'm tougher than I look, and Iago isn't allowed to kill me. I don't know why he wants me dead, but he's been in my dreams ever since I was a kid. And he's always wanted me dead. The guy in the vat? He was a friend of mine. On the run, being chased by cops and Nightmares, so I took him in. I was baptising him in the vat. He'd turned to God, but wasn't exactly gonna go into a church and get put onto any paperwork, not with his situation. So I was gonna do it myself'
"Iago ain't allowed to kill you, huh? That explains some things I guess." He chunks a much larger stone into the water. This one splashes and sinks to the bottom. "That's a very unconventional baptism. Chemical vats aren't necessarily known for being safe dunking spots."
'I've spent enough time in that chemical plant to know where's safe and where isn't. It's a quiet place, there, where I can hide. I like hiding. And watching. Sometimes I can be helpful. Sometimes I don't need to be. But I'm always there. You ever heard of Third Man Syndrome?'
He strokes the rubber duck
"Third Man Syndrome? What's that?" He eyes the duck.
'As I said, they call me what they want. There are worse names. I'm still alive, cause I'm tougher than I look, and Iago isn't allowed to kill me. I don't know why he wants me dead, but he's been in my dreams ever since I was a kid. And he's always wanted me dead. The guy in the vat? He was a friend of mine. On the run, being chased by cops and Nightmares, so I took him in. I was baptising him in the vat. He'd turned to God, but wasn't exactly gonna go into a church and get put onto any paperwork, not with his situation. So I was gonna do it myself'
"Iago ain't allowed to kill you, huh? That explains some things I guess." He chunks a much larger stone into the water. This one splashes and sinks to the bottom. "That's a very unconventional baptism. Chemical vats aren't necessarily known for being safe dunking spots."
'I've spent enough time in that chemical plant to know where's safe and where isn't. It's a quiet place, there, where I can hide. I like hiding. And watching. Sometimes I can be helpful. Sometimes I don't need to be. But I'm always there. You ever heard of Third Man Syndrome?'
He strokes the rubber duck
"Third Man Syndrome? What's that?" He eyes the duck.
'Those times where people are in extreme situations, and they become aware that another is amongst them. Maybe guiding, maybe supporting, maybe just a shadow, but the Third Man is always there. Maybe I'm that guy.'
"I think there's a lot to learn from them too, though we can agree to disagree on the rest." She seems especially intrigued by the mention of one of the Lords of this town. "You met a Nightmare Lord and lived? Impressive. Where were they?"
"In the strange fair seeming area outside of town, it seems to be made of dark energy and the flesh of some people who failed." He says, beginning to write some stuff down "How about this, I ask you something, you ask me something, we both be honest?"
"Sure, sounds fair." She chuckles a bit, though it turns to coughing halfway through. "I believe that'd make it your turn to question- I've already asked a few."
"You obviously know much more about Nightmares than you let on, tell me, who do you work for?" He asks, flipping to a new page of his notebook to write everything down.
"NEO. Work for them as an Exorcist." She responds in a hushed tone, really not wanting anyone else nearby to hear.
His eyes widen as he begins writing a little faster, giving a smile behind the collar of his trenchcoat, "Exorcist? NEO? I've heard about these, but I've been working independent as long as I've known about Nightmares."
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'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
"Yes, progress is going swimmingly... the place should open soon." She responds, before getting an idea. "We do, actually, though it's not fully assembled yet. I could show you where it is, though."
"I'd love to see it. The tilt-a-whirl has always been my favorite ride. That and the bumper cars. It's really just like life. A high-velocity, whirling ride that makes you want to vomit. Super fun."
"I have a feeling you'd love this place, then." She replies... wait, was her mask always smiling? "Now, it's just this way." She adds, dramatically gesturing down one of the footpaths that spiderweb their way throughout the fairgrounds.
He heads down the path, his thumbs tucked into his belt. He eyes his surroundings and smiles, "You got killer clowns?"
The path stops after a little while, but there is no tilt-a-whirl in sight. "No, but we do have killer puppets. My darling little angels, custom made for horror. They're likely creeping about in the dark right now, poking their metaphorical noses in places they shouldn't be... remind you of anyone?" She places a hand on his shoulder, her claw-like nails digging into his jacket. In her other hand, in the corner of his eye, the faint glint of a blade can be seen.
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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)
'As I said, they call me what they want. There are worse names. I'm still alive, cause I'm tougher than I look, and Iago isn't allowed to kill me. I don't know why he wants me dead, but he's been in my dreams ever since I was a kid. And he's always wanted me dead. The guy in the vat? He was a friend of mine. On the run, being chased by cops and Nightmares, so I took him in. I was baptising him in the vat. He'd turned to God, but wasn't exactly gonna go into a church and get put onto any paperwork, not with his situation. So I was gonna do it myself'
"Iago ain't allowed to kill you, huh? That explains some things I guess." He chunks a much larger stone into the water. This one splashes and sinks to the bottom. "That's a very unconventional baptism. Chemical vats aren't necessarily known for being safe dunking spots."
'I've spent enough time in that chemical plant to know where's safe and where isn't. It's a quiet place, there, where I can hide. I like hiding. And watching. Sometimes I can be helpful. Sometimes I don't need to be. But I'm always there. You ever heard of Third Man Syndrome?'
He strokes the rubber duck
"Third Man Syndrome? What's that?" He eyes the duck.
'Those times where people are in extreme situations, and they become aware that another is amongst them. Maybe guiding, maybe supporting, maybe just a shadow, but the Third Man is always there. Maybe I'm that guy.'
*is an irl thing*
"Huh, that's you? Now that's interesting." He is quiet for a minute and he just stands there looking at you, "So are you a Nightmare?"
'As I said, they call me what they want. There are worse names. I'm still alive, cause I'm tougher than I look, and Iago isn't allowed to kill me. I don't know why he wants me dead, but he's been in my dreams ever since I was a kid. And he's always wanted me dead. The guy in the vat? He was a friend of mine. On the run, being chased by cops and Nightmares, so I took him in. I was baptising him in the vat. He'd turned to God, but wasn't exactly gonna go into a church and get put onto any paperwork, not with his situation. So I was gonna do it myself'
"Iago ain't allowed to kill you, huh? That explains some things I guess." He chunks a much larger stone into the water. This one splashes and sinks to the bottom. "That's a very unconventional baptism. Chemical vats aren't necessarily known for being safe dunking spots."
'I've spent enough time in that chemical plant to know where's safe and where isn't. It's a quiet place, there, where I can hide. I like hiding. And watching. Sometimes I can be helpful. Sometimes I don't need to be. But I'm always there. You ever heard of Third Man Syndrome?'
He strokes the rubber duck
"Third Man Syndrome? What's that?" He eyes the duck.
'Those times where people are in extreme situations, and they become aware that another is amongst them. Maybe guiding, maybe supporting, maybe just a shadow, but the Third Man is always there. Maybe I'm that guy.'
*is an irl thing*
"Huh, that's you? Now that's interesting." He is quiet for a minute and he just stands there looking at you, "So are you a Nightmare?"
*That's really interesting.*
'I'm just a regular guy. But I see things. Bad things to run from, and good things that show me my path. I try not to walk from it too much. I see ya noticed Bob. Is a good friend of mine'
'Where can you last remember being? Did you grow up in Balios?'
"No. I was in a band, and we were playing a gig back in 1992. I was walking to the hotel afterwards, when I was pulled into an alleyway and stabbed to death"
'Let's go back to that alleyway. They might have stashed you nearby. Though realistically, if you'd been found, your body would have been taken away, maybe by the authorities'
"I don't remember being found. My body is probably somewhere nearby"
Iago heads off, with Melissa, to go look for the body. 'You lead the way to the alley'
She leads him to an alleyway on the other side of town
Iago looks around for anywhere a body might be hidden
He heads down the path, his thumbs tucked into his belt. He eyes his surroundings and smiles, "You got killer clowns?"
'As I said, they call me what they want. There are worse names. I'm still alive, cause I'm tougher than I look, and Iago isn't allowed to kill me. I don't know why he wants me dead, but he's been in my dreams ever since I was a kid. And he's always wanted me dead. The guy in the vat? He was a friend of mine. On the run, being chased by cops and Nightmares, so I took him in. I was baptising him in the vat. He'd turned to God, but wasn't exactly gonna go into a church and get put onto any paperwork, not with his situation. So I was gonna do it myself'
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'Where can you last remember being? Did you grow up in Balios?'
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He doesn't turn to look at her. "I have special skills. Or, senses, as it is. You know how some people have a second sight that lets them perceive just about everything? I have that, but for me, it's smell and taste. It's usually not a pleasant experience. You can close a third eye, but third olfactory and gustatory nerve centers? Can't do much to close those off. Most Nightmares carry a sort of... fermented smell. Lords are less predictable. You have a sort of funnel cake scent: weird and unhealthy and creative, likely revealing a complex network of textures and flavors that I'll never discover."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"No. I was in a band, and we were playing a gig back in 1992. I was walking to the hotel afterwards, when I was pulled into an alleyway and stabbed to death"
Hi, I'm Anders. I like wreaking havoc in TTRPGs and listening to Swedish Death Metal. I currently am in the process of starting a campaign, GMed by your's truly. Entombed is a great band, you should check 'em out.
Peace, love, and death metal my friends
-Anders
'Let's go back to that alleyway. They might have stashed you nearby. Though realistically, if you'd been found, your body would have been taken away, maybe by the authorities'
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"I don't remember being found. My body is probably somewhere nearby"
Hi, I'm Anders. I like wreaking havoc in TTRPGs and listening to Swedish Death Metal. I currently am in the process of starting a campaign, GMed by your's truly. Entombed is a great band, you should check 'em out.
Peace, love, and death metal my friends
-Anders
Iago heads off, with Melissa, to go look for the body. 'You lead the way to the alley'
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"NEO. Work for them as an Exorcist." She responds in a hushed tone, really not wanting anyone else nearby to hear.
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)
"Iago ain't allowed to kill you, huh? That explains some things I guess." He chunks a much larger stone into the water. This one splashes and sinks to the bottom. "That's a very unconventional baptism. Chemical vats aren't necessarily known for being safe dunking spots."
She leads him to an alleyway on the other side of town
Hi, I'm Anders. I like wreaking havoc in TTRPGs and listening to Swedish Death Metal. I currently am in the process of starting a campaign, GMed by your's truly. Entombed is a great band, you should check 'em out.
Peace, love, and death metal my friends
-Anders
'I've spent enough time in that chemical plant to know where's safe and where isn't. It's a quiet place, there, where I can hide. I like hiding. And watching. Sometimes I can be helpful. Sometimes I don't need to be. But I'm always there. You ever heard of Third Man Syndrome?'
He strokes the rubber duck
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"Intriguing... I'm oddly flattered, in a way." She stands up from the table, ambling about the place. "I can sense something with you as well. Not quite nightmarish, but not quite human either. I find it very curious indeed. I imagine that has something to do with your special senses, as you put it?"
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)
"Third Man Syndrome? What's that?" He eyes the duck.
'Those times where people are in extreme situations, and they become aware that another is amongst them. Maybe guiding, maybe supporting, maybe just a shadow, but the Third Man is always there. Maybe I'm that guy.'
*is an irl thing*
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His eyes widen as he begins writing a little faster, giving a smile behind the collar of his trenchcoat, "Exorcist? NEO? I've heard about these, but I've been working independent as long as I've known about Nightmares."
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.)
The path stops after a little while, but there is no tilt-a-whirl in sight. "No, but we do have killer puppets. My darling little angels, custom made for horror. They're likely creeping about in the dark right now, poking their metaphorical noses in places they shouldn't be... remind you of anyone?" She places a hand on his shoulder, her claw-like nails digging into his jacket. In her other hand, in the corner of his eye, the faint glint of a blade can be seen.
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)
"Huh, that's you? Now that's interesting." He is quiet for a minute and he just stands there looking at you, "So are you a Nightmare?"
*That's really interesting.*
'I'm just a regular guy. But I see things. Bad things to run from, and good things that show me my path. I try not to walk from it too much. I see ya noticed Bob. Is a good friend of mine'
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Iago looks around for anywhere a body might be hidden
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