"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."
"I've been working with them for... 24, 25 years now. All my knowledge on Nightmares and related phenomena, I learned while using that knowledge to hunt them." She elaborates, a small smile on her face as she thinks back to then.
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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 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.
"Heh heh, it sure does." In an explosion of movement, he leaps away. In four different directions. Four Charlie Roadkill's stand with their fists clenched into tight fists. They are each identical aside from their hair. Pink, Blonde, Blue, and Green haired Charlie's stand with their backs toward each other. "So the boba dude's gotten to you to, huh?"
"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."
"I've been working with them for... 24, 25 years now. All my knowledge on Nightmares and related phenomena, I learned while using that knowledge to hunt them." She elaborates, a small smile on her face as she thinks back to then.
"You have much more experience than me then, I've been fighting them and learning about them since my teenage years... Middle school if I remember correctly, I've been learning about them ever since." He says, noticing the look but not commenting on it.
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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.'
'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'
"Is he now? Seems like a real chatterbox. I don't know how you can stand his constant jabbering." He says with an amused look but then he seems to grow more serious, "Do those things show you anything about me? Am I a bad thing to run from, or a good thing with a path?" He watches you carefully.
'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'
"Is he now? Seems like a real chatterbox. I don't know how you can stand his constant jabbering." He says with an amused look but then he seems to grow more serious, "Do those things show you anything about me? Am I a bad thing to run from, or a good thing with a path?" He watches you carefully.
'It seems that ball is in your court. There are bad things that want a hold over you. They want you to dig your grave. Heck, you might take up the shovel willingly, but now the hole is getting deeper, and it will take effort to claw your way back out. But it won't be impossible, if that is the path you take'
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.
"Heh heh, it sure does." In an explosion of movement, he leaps away. In four different directions. Four Charlie Roadkill's stand with their fists clenched into tight fists. They are each identical aside from their hair. Pink, Blonde, Blue, and Green haired Charlie's stand with their backs toward each other. "So the boba dude's gotten to you too, huh?"
She laughs a bit to herself as her disguise fully falls away, revealing a four-armed humanoid horror clad in chitinous silver plating, with twitching green eyes and wiring around the joints. "If it's any comfort, I'm not doing this to carry out his revenge- I just want the bounty and a chance to shake off some rust." She starts, cracking her knuckles with the sickening sound of snapping bones. "Nothing personal, just doing my job..." She flourishes her blade- a rapier made from accumulated Dark Energy- as her mask shifts to a wide, toothy grin. "...but oh boy, do I love my job!"
Roll initiative! The Architect: 24
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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 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.
"Heh heh, it sure does." In an explosion of movement, he leaps away. In four different directions. Four Charlie Roadkill's stand with their fists clenched into tight fists. They are each identical aside from their hair. Pink, Blonde, Blue, and Green haired Charlie's stand with their backs toward each other. "So the boba dude's gotten to you to, huh?"
*Oh I read that wrong, he just cloned himself, I thought he had a stand, and now I'm disappointed he didn't.*
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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.'
'It seems that ball is in your court. There are bad things that want a hold over you. They want you to dig your grave. Heck, you might take up the shovel willingly, but now the hole is getting deeper, and it will take effort to claw your way back out. But it won't be impossible, if that is the path you take'
His face reveals nothing other than that he is thinking. "Hm, that's a good answer." He smiles, "Thanks man." He turns and begins walking up the riverbank. When he reaches the top he stops and turns back around. "Sorry 'bout beating you half to death."
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?"
"I never got checked for anything. The NEO doesn't understand or like me, so they avoid me when they can and hunt me when they can't. I've done some exorcisms, raised some lesser Nightmares to adulthood, and generally haven't signed allegiance to anyone. Everyone has good and bad in them, so I don't see the point in permanently swearing 'yes' to everything they say or ask of me based on politics." He finally turns to look at her with his glowing spiral eyes. "Oh, you're cloaked! That means I can see you. Most lords don't bother with that, so I have to rely on other senses."
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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.
'It seems that ball is in your court. There are bad things that want a hold over you. They want you to dig your grave. Heck, you might take up the shovel willingly, but now the hole is getting deeper, and it will take effort to claw your way back out. But it won't be impossible, if that is the path you take'
His face reveals nothing other than that he is thinking. "Hm, that's a good answer." He smiles, "Thanks man." He turns and begins walking up the riverbank. When he reaches the top he stops and turns back around. "Sorry 'bout beating you half to death."
'Thanks, I guess. And remember, he wants you to burn the bridges. It's how he gets you trapped on his island, with no way off'
'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 is not able to find any sort of clue anywhere. At least, not until he gives up... and leans on the wall, which cracks open
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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'
She leads him to an alleyway on the other side of town
Iago looks around for anywhere a body might be hidden
He is not able to find any sort of clue anywhere. At least, not until he gives up... and leans on the wall, which cracks open
She laughs a bit to herself as her disguise fully falls away, revealing a four-armed humanoid horror clad in chitinous silver plating, with twitching green eyes and wiring around the joints. "If it's any comfort, I'm not doing this to carry out his revenge- I just want the bounty and a chance to shake off some rust." She starts, cracking her knuckles with the sickening sound of snapping bones. "Nothing personal, just doing my job..." She flourishes her blade- a rapier made from accumulated Dark Energy- as her mask shifts to a wide, toothy grin. "...but oh boy, do I love my job!"
Roll initiative! The Architect: 24
Roadkill Charlie: 11
"Thanks, that's a real comfort." He says sarcastically. Baseball bats of Dark Energy form in the fists of three of the punks. One of them summons a length of chain that he begins swinging above his head. "It makes me feel a lot better that the end of my life means nothing to you."
'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 is not able to find any sort of clue anywhere. At least, not until he gives up... and leans on the wall, which cracks open
'Well, well, what have we got here?'
"Woah..." she says, as the stench of death grows stronger
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'It seems that ball is in your court. There are bad things that want a hold over you. They want you to dig your grave. Heck, you might take up the shovel willingly, but now the hole is getting deeper, and it will take effort to claw your way back out. But it won't be impossible, if that is the path you take'
His face reveals nothing other than that he is thinking. "Hm, that's a good answer." He smiles, "Thanks man." He turns and begins walking up the riverbank. When he reaches the top he stops and turns back around. "Sorry 'bout beating you half to death."
'Thanks, I guess. And remember, he wants you to burn the bridges. It's how he gets you trapped on his island, with no way off'
"Heh, I'll keep that in mind." He turns and walks over the edge of the bank and out of sight. Then the sky above is filled with the electric glow of his headlights. The pounding thud of his car fills the night air and drifts away with the sound of rolling tires.
STOMPING ON SPIDERS! OOPS! THAT WAS A LADYBUG! JUST A BLOODY LITTLE LADYBUG! GET ACROSS THE BRIDGE NOW! BEFORE IT BURNS, BURNS, BURNS TO THE GROUND AND TAKES YOU DOWN!
'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 is not able to find any sort of clue anywhere. At least, not until he gives up... and leans on the wall, which cracks open
'Well, well, what have we got here?'
"Woah..." she says, as the stench of death grows stronger
Iago goes into the darkness beyond, his flashlight glowing
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.
"Heh heh, it sure does." In an explosion of movement, he leaps away. In four different directions. Four Charlie Roadkill's stand with their fists clenched into tight fists. They are each identical aside from their hair. Pink, Blonde, Blue, and Green haired Charlie's stand with their backs toward each other. "So the boba dude's gotten to you to, huh?"
*Oh I read that wrong, he just cloned himself, I thought he had a stand, and now I'm disappointed he didn't.*
*I've never seen JoJo's so I don't understand stands. And it is a little more complicated then cloning, but yes, there are four of him there.*
"I've been working with them for... 24, 25 years now. All my knowledge on Nightmares and related phenomena, I learned while using that knowledge to hunt them." She elaborates, a small smile on her face as she thinks back to then.
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)
"Heh heh, it sure does." In an explosion of movement, he leaps away. In four different directions. Four Charlie Roadkill's stand with their fists clenched into tight fists. They are each identical aside from their hair. Pink, Blonde, Blue, and Green haired Charlie's stand with their backs toward each other. "So the boba dude's gotten to you to, huh?"
"You have much more experience than me then, I've been fighting them and learning about them since my teenage years... Middle school if I remember correctly, I've been learning about them ever since." He says, noticing the look but not commenting on it.
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.)
"Is he now? Seems like a real chatterbox. I don't know how you can stand his constant jabbering." He says with an amused look but then he seems to grow more serious, "Do those things show you anything about me? Am I a bad thing to run from, or a good thing with a path?" He watches you carefully.
'It seems that ball is in your court. There are bad things that want a hold over you. They want you to dig your grave. Heck, you might take up the shovel willingly, but now the hole is getting deeper, and it will take effort to claw your way back out. But it won't be impossible, if that is the path you take'
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She laughs a bit to herself as her disguise fully falls away, revealing a four-armed humanoid horror clad in chitinous silver plating, with twitching green eyes and wiring around the joints. "If it's any comfort, I'm not doing this to carry out his revenge- I just want the bounty and a chance to shake off some rust." She starts, cracking her knuckles with the sickening sound of snapping bones. "Nothing personal, just doing my job..." She flourishes her blade- a rapier made from accumulated Dark Energy- as her mask shifts to a wide, toothy grin. "...but oh boy, do I love my job!"
Roll initiative!
The Architect: 24
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)
*Oh I read that wrong, he just cloned himself, I thought he had a stand, and now I'm disappointed he didn't.*
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.)
His face reveals nothing other than that he is thinking. "Hm, that's a good answer." He smiles, "Thanks man." He turns and begins walking up the riverbank. When he reaches the top he stops and turns back around. "Sorry 'bout beating you half to death."
"I never got checked for anything. The NEO doesn't understand or like me, so they avoid me when they can and hunt me when they can't. I've done some exorcisms, raised some lesser Nightmares to adulthood, and generally haven't signed allegiance to anyone. Everyone has good and bad in them, so I don't see the point in permanently swearing 'yes' to everything they say or ask of me based on politics." He finally turns to look at her with his glowing spiral eyes. "Oh, you're cloaked! That means I can see you. Most lords don't bother with that, so I have to rely on other senses."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
'Thanks, I guess. And remember, he wants you to burn the bridges. It's how he gets you trapped on his island, with no way off'
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He is not able to find any sort of clue anywhere. At least, not until he gives up... and leans on the wall, which cracks open
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
'Well, well, what have we got here?'
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Amatarou is helping with construction at the Faceless Fair, although he can't stray too far from the town itself.
Felix is volunteering at the soup kitchen. He uses some sort of Dark Arte to heat up the soup before he serves it.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Roadkill Charlie: 11
"Thanks, that's a real comfort." He says sarcastically. Baseball bats of Dark Energy form in the fists of three of the punks. One of them summons a length of chain that he begins swinging above his head. "It makes me feel a lot better that the end of my life means nothing to you."
"Woah..." she says, as the stench of death grows stronger
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
Quinn is at the fair, looking around
The Slink is hiding in a vent, watching the soup kitchen
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"Heh, I'll keep that in mind." He turns and walks over the edge of the bank and out of sight. Then the sky above is filled with the electric glow of his headlights. The pounding thud of his car fills the night air and drifts away with the sound of rolling tires.
STOMPING ON SPIDERS! OOPS! THAT WAS A LADYBUG! JUST A BLOODY LITTLE LADYBUG! GET ACROSS THE BRIDGE NOW! BEFORE IT BURNS, BURNS, BURNS TO THE GROUND AND TAKES YOU DOWN!
Iago goes into the darkness beyond, his flashlight glowing
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*I've never seen JoJo's so I don't understand stands. And it is a little more complicated then cloning, but yes, there are four of him there.*
*Stands are just people's souls if they could fight people and had super powers basically. I assume you'll explain eventually so I won't ask.*
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.)