"Maybe I could make you a second mask that allowed for proper mastication. It would look significantly different from your current one, and I don't think it would be able to warp like yours, but it could make you able to enjoy food better." He begins sketching a design on a napkin. "A humanoid jaw with lips and cheeks... oooh, that's plenty creepy."
She watches him sketch the design, her mask again 'smiling'. "That would be incredible! And in exchange, I could make something that'll help with running this place, if you'd like. Maybe a collection unit so this place can run on Dark Energy. How's that sound?"
"That would be amazing. Maybe I'll finally have a use for those worthless Artefacts I keep getting. Can't even boil them for stock."
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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.
"Oh, don't you worry- I won't kill you. I'll just beat you within an inch of your life." She charges forward at the green-haired Charlie, making four swift strikes with her weapon and her myriad clawed arms as she howls with laughter, an aura of utter terror emanating from her (Assuming all the Charlies are within 60 feet of her, they need to make DC 20 Wisdom saves, becoming frightened on a failure. If they succeed, they're immune to her Frightful Presence for 24 hours.) Attack 1: 19 to hit, 11 slashing damage plus 5 necrotic damage. Attack 2: 21 to hit, 16 slashing damage plus 6 necrotic damage. Attack 3: 15 to hit, 21 slashing damage plus 7 necrotic damage. Attack 4: 25 to hit, 8 slashing damage plus 8 necrotic damage.
She then prepares herself for any counter-attacks, taking the Dodge action as a bonus action.
*All the Charlie's share one saving throw against the frightening effect, but they do have advantage. 23*
All but one of your attacks connect with the target and you feel it hitting his Paranormal Armor but they don't seem to have any effect on him. He laughs and you see the shirt underneath the jacket with the words, Can't Touch This.
"We'll see who gets a beating!" The Charlie's strike back at you with a whirlwind of bludgeoning bats and swinging chains. Their teeth are gritted and their eyes glow as if they were aflame.
Attack 1: 25 to hit, 6 bludgeoning damage; Attack 2: 23 to hit, 7 bludgeoning damage; Attack 3: 16 to hit, 10 bludgeoning damage. Attack 4 (Chain): 27 to hit, 10 bludgeoning damage. On a hit you must make a DC 14 Strength saving throw or be restrained.
*Sorry I just realized that I should have had disadvantage on those attacks. I will role the second rolls here.*
Attack 1: 12 to hit; Attack 2: 12 to hit; Attack 3: 16 to hit; Attack 4: 15 to hit;
*Oh dear, sorry about the long delay*
None of the attacks do any damage, their blows glancing off her Paranormal armor as she stands there cackling. She lunges forward at the green-haired Charlie again, making another three rapid strikes at him.
Attack 1: Dice rolls not yet available for this section. to hit, Dice rolls not yet available for this section. piercing damage plus Dice rolls not yet available for this section. necrotic damage. Attack 2: Dice rolls not yet available for this section. to hit, Dice rolls not yet available for this section. piercing damage plus Dice rolls not yet available for this section. necrotic damage. Attack 3: Dice rolls not yet available for this section. to hit, Dice rolls not yet available for this section. piercing damage plus Dice rolls not yet available for this section. necrotic damage.
She then takes the Disengage action, skittering 40 feet away on myriad spider-like legs that emerge from her back.
*How structurally sound are the constructions of this fairground. And how close together are they?*
"You guys lack creativity!" sneers one of the Charlies, "Everyone here chooses arachnid forms because its an easy fear to find! You always choose the simplest option! But that only makes it so much more satisfying to crush you under my boot!" This time you feel the green-haired Charlie's armor give under on of your blows. You strike again and there is a loud crack as your blade sinks into his chest. He falls to the ground, coughing up blood. Blood that smells like gasoline. Gasoline that smells like flame as he explodes in a searing ball of rippling inferno. Make a DC 15 Dex saving throw taking 7 fire damage on a fail and half as much on a success.
The pink haired Charlie roars and rushes at you across that 40 foot space. Flames burst out of his chest and crawl over his body and clothes. He takes one swing at you with his bat: Attack 1: 14 to hit, 12 bludgeoning, plus 4 fire damage. Whether or not he misses he does not stop rushing at you and the fire seems to have eaten away at him completely. Make a DC 15 Dex saving throw. On a fail you take 16 fire damage and are burning. On a success you take half as much damage and aren't burning. Both the pink-haired Charlie and the green-haired Charlie are nothing but smoldering smears of roadkill in the fairground dirt. There are two left.
"Maybe I could make you a second mask that allowed for proper mastication. It would look significantly different from your current one, and I don't think it would be able to warp like yours, but it could make you able to enjoy food better." He begins sketching a design on a napkin. "A humanoid jaw with lips and cheeks... oooh, that's plenty creepy."
She watches him sketch the design, her mask again 'smiling'. "That would be incredible! And in exchange, I could make something that'll help with running this place, if you'd like. Maybe a collection unit so this place can run on Dark Energy. How's that sound?"
"That would be amazing. Maybe I'll finally have a use for those worthless Artefacts I keep getting. Can't even boil them for stock."
"Artefacts, you say? Those could also be broken down to make new things out of their Nocturnite- which I could also help with, if you want."
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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)
*How structurally sound are the constructions of this fairground. And how close together are they?*
"You guys lack creativity!" sneers one of the Charlies, "Everyone here chooses arachnid forms because its an easy fear to find! You always choose the simplest option! But that only makes it so much more satisfying to crush you under my boot!" This time you feel the green-haired Charlie's armor give under on of your blows. You strike again and there is a loud crack as your blade sinks into his chest. He falls to the ground, coughing up blood. Blood that smells like gasoline. Gasoline that smells like flame as he explodes in a searing ball of rippling inferno. Make a DC 15 Dex saving throw taking 7 fire damage on a fail and half as much on a success.
The pink haired Charlie roars and rushes at you across that 40 foot space. Flames burst out of his chest and crawl over his body and clothes. He takes one swing at you with his bat: Attack 1: 14 to hit, 12 bludgeoning, plus 4 fire damage. Whether or not he misses he does not stop rushing at you and the fire seems to have eaten away at him completely. Make a DC 15 Dex saving throw. On a fail you take 16 fire damage and are burning. On a success you take half as much damage and aren't burning. Both the pink-haired Charlie and the green-haired Charlie are nothing but smoldering smears of roadkill in the fairground dirt. There are two left.
*They're fairly solid in construction, but if one were to somehow remove the weights added to further secure them, one could theoretically tip them over. As for how close together they are, let's go with... 15 feet apart from each other.*
Architect's Dex Saves: 28 for #1, and 22 for number two.
She deflects the strike from the pink-haired Charlie, swatting his bat away with the back of her hand before jumping back to try to avoid the flames. She doesn't seem to have taken any damage from the green-haired Charlie's explosion, her Paranormal Armor negating such a small amount of damage from a single source. "What, are spider legs not scary enough for you?" She scoffs, the legs folding up into her back again. "Fine, then. How about we mix things up?" Her body seems to almost split open as a centipede-like body covered in myriad mannequin arms unfurls from where her legs were, rearing back before she lets out a wave of deafeningly-loud crackling static, in which screaming can be heard. Both Charlies need to make a DC 20 Constitution save, taking 25 thunder damage plus 21 psychic damage on a failure, or half as much on a success.
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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)
*They're fairly solid in construction, but if one were to somehow remove the weights added to further secure them, one could theoretically tip them over. As for how close together they are, let's go with... 15 feet apart from each other.*
Architect's Dex Saves: 28 for #1, and 22 for number two.
She deflects the strike from the pink-haired Charlie, swatting his bat away with the back of her hand before jumping back to try to avoid the flames. She doesn't seem to have taken any damage from the green-haired Charlie's explosion, her Paranormal Armor negating such a small amount of damage from a single source. "What, are spider legs not scary enough for you?" She scoffs, the legs folding up into her back again. "Fine, then. How about we mix things up?" Her body seems to almost split open as a centipede-like body covered in myriad mannequin arms unfurls from where her legs were, rearing back before she lets out a wave of deafeningly-loud crackling static, in which screaming can be heard. Both Charlies need to make a DC 20 Constitution save, taking 25 thunder damage plus 21 psychic damage on a failure, or half as much on a success.
*Charlies' Constitution saving throws: 13 and 10*
They grin through their gritted teeth as they are blasted by sound. It does seem to hurt them a little, but it hurts like the blazing sun hurts a lizard or a chilling blizzard hurts a polar bear. They are at home with loud sounds.
"Another insect, how original. They fear insects because bugs are strange and different. Almost alien." He laughs and the other Charlie picks up where he left off, "The human bits are a nice touch. It adds a touch of the oh so familiar. The manipulation of the body stirs up a similar horror to the threatening of the home. For the body is a closer home than any house can ever be." The Blonde Charlie holds up his bat and the weapon ripples and twists into a much smaller shape. The shape of a thin, blocky ray gun. He fires the weapon and a streak of crackling energy is shot from the pistols barrel. The Blue Charlie rush at you, chain swinging in the air. From fifteen feet away he swings the weapon at you in a wide, sweeping motion.
Gun Attack: 10 to hit, 15 force damage; Chain Attack: 24 to hit, 9 bludgeoning damage.
A sound can be heard in the distance. A strange sort of steady, beating, roar that grows louder and louder. Words mix with this roar:
Rollercoaster riding up and down... The clown is tied to the tracks... But who forgot to paint on a frown... And should the rails have so many cracks...
*fun fact, Tomorrow is world puppet day! Quite fitting for the Mother of Puppets.*
*and the Mother would take great offense to the insult about everyone having Arachnid forms. They don’t look like that because it’s scary, they look like that because it’s symbolic of what fear they were born from.*
The Mother, cloaked in human form and having shed much of their dark energy, is at the police station, making a report about someone they saw trying to poison their husband. Notably, that husband has been suspicious something was wrong with his partner for a while. This report only feeds into his suspicion.
*fun fact, Tomorrow is world puppet day! Quite fitting for the Mother of Puppets.*
*and the Mother would take great offense to the insult about everyone having Arachnid forms. They don’t look like that because it’s scary, they look like that because it’s symbolic of what fear they were born from.*
The Mother, cloaked in human form and having shed much of their dark energy, is at the police station, making a report about someone they saw trying to poison their husband. Notably, that husband has been suspicious something was wrong with his partner for a while. This report only feeds into his suspicion.
*I'll have to save it then for when I need to anger you, heheheh.*
*Do you want to continue the role-play we had this morning or start a new one here? I could do either.*
*fun fact, Tomorrow is world puppet day! Quite fitting for the Mother of Puppets.*
*and the Mother would take great offense to the insult about everyone having Arachnid forms. They don’t look like that because it’s scary, they look like that because it’s symbolic of what fear they were born from.*
The Mother, cloaked in human form and having shed much of their dark energy, is at the police station, making a report about someone they saw trying to poison their husband. Notably, that husband has been suspicious something was wrong with his partner for a while. This report only feeds into his suspicion.
*I'll have to save it then for when I need to anger you, heheheh.*
*Do you want to continue the role-play we had this morning or start a new one here? I could do either.*
*fun fact, Tomorrow is world puppet day! Quite fitting for the Mother of Puppets.*
*and the Mother would take great offense to the insult about everyone having Arachnid forms. They don’t look like that because it’s scary, they look like that because it’s symbolic of what fear they were born from.*
The Mother, cloaked in human form and having shed much of their dark energy, is at the police station, making a report about someone they saw trying to poison their husband. Notably, that husband has been suspicious something was wrong with his partner for a while. This report only feeds into his suspicion.
*Alrighty then.*
There is someone else in the police station. Someone with a familiar face full of piercings that watches you from under a head of bleach blonde hair. His wrists are bound in handcuffs and he smiles at you from behind bars.
*fun fact, Tomorrow is world puppet day! Quite fitting for the Mother of Puppets.*
*and the Mother would take great offense to the insult about everyone having Arachnid forms. They don’t look like that because it’s scary, they look like that because it’s symbolic of what fear they were born from.*
The Mother, cloaked in human form and having shed much of their dark energy, is at the police station, making a report about someone they saw trying to poison their husband. Notably, that husband has been suspicious something was wrong with his partner for a while. This report only feeds into his suspicion.
*Alrighty then.*
There is someone else in the police station. Someone with a familiar face full of piercings that watches you from under a head of bleach blonde hair. His wrists are bound in handcuffs and he smiles at you from behind bars.
The disguised form of the Mother, smoking a cigarette between talking with an officer, notices him, and smiles wide. They wave.
*fun fact, Tomorrow is world puppet day! Quite fitting for the Mother of Puppets.*
*and the Mother would take great offense to the insult about everyone having Arachnid forms. They don’t look like that because it’s scary, they look like that because it’s symbolic of what fear they were born from.*
The Mother, cloaked in human form and having shed much of their dark energy, is at the police station, making a report about someone they saw trying to poison their husband. Notably, that husband has been suspicious something was wrong with his partner for a while. This report only feeds into his suspicion.
*Alrighty then.*
There is someone else in the police station. Someone with a familiar face full of piercings that watches you from under a head of bleach blonde hair. His wrists are bound in handcuffs and he smiles at you from behind bars.
The disguised form of the Mother, smoking a cigarette between talking with an officer, notices him, and smiles wide. They wave.
He returns the wave with a grin and pulls out what appears to be a piece of chalk. He begins to draw a big black spider on the wall of his cell. Somehow, no one has noticed his vandalism.
*fun fact, Tomorrow is world puppet day! Quite fitting for the Mother of Puppets.*
*and the Mother would take great offense to the insult about everyone having Arachnid forms. They don’t look like that because it’s scary, they look like that because it’s symbolic of what fear they were born from.*
The Mother, cloaked in human form and having shed much of their dark energy, is at the police station, making a report about someone they saw trying to poison their husband. Notably, that husband has been suspicious something was wrong with his partner for a while. This report only feeds into his suspicion.
*Alrighty then.*
There is someone else in the police station. Someone with a familiar face full of piercings that watches you from under a head of bleach blonde hair. His wrists are bound in handcuffs and he smiles at you from behind bars.
The disguised form of the Mother, smoking a cigarette between talking with an officer, notices him, and smiles wide. They wave.
He returns the wave with a grin and pulls out what appears to be a piece of chalk. He begins to draw a big black spider on the wall of his cell. Somehow, no one has noticed his vandalism.
The Mother turns to the officer interviewing them and breathes a puff of smoke into his face. He just… stands there, confused. His eyes go blank, and he freezes in place. They Waltz over to the bars of the cell, looking at what they draw with curiosity.
*fun fact, Tomorrow is world puppet day! Quite fitting for the Mother of Puppets.*
*and the Mother would take great offense to the insult about everyone having Arachnid forms. They don’t look like that because it’s scary, they look like that because it’s symbolic of what fear they were born from.*
The Mother, cloaked in human form and having shed much of their dark energy, is at the police station, making a report about someone they saw trying to poison their husband. Notably, that husband has been suspicious something was wrong with his partner for a while. This report only feeds into his suspicion.
*Alrighty then.*
There is someone else in the police station. Someone with a familiar face full of piercings that watches you from under a head of bleach blonde hair. His wrists are bound in handcuffs and he smiles at you from behind bars.
The disguised form of the Mother, smoking a cigarette between talking with an officer, notices him, and smiles wide. They wave.
He returns the wave with a grin and pulls out what appears to be a piece of chalk. He begins to draw a big black spider on the wall of his cell. Somehow, no one has noticed his vandalism.
The Mother turns to the officer interviewing them and breathes a puff of smoke into his face. He just… stands there, confused. His eyes go blank, and he freezes in place. They Waltz over to the bars of the cell, looking at what they draw with curiosity.
"Like my bracelets?" He says as he awkwardly illustrates the wall with hands bound tight together, "I made sure to get matching metals. The color is the same as the rest of my jewelry," referring to his nose piercings and ear rings. He begins to draw a web around that spider. But somehow the spider seems to be trapped in its own web.
*fun fact, Tomorrow is world puppet day! Quite fitting for the Mother of Puppets.*
*and the Mother would take great offense to the insult about everyone having Arachnid forms. They don’t look like that because it’s scary, they look like that because it’s symbolic of what fear they were born from.*
The Mother, cloaked in human form and having shed much of their dark energy, is at the police station, making a report about someone they saw trying to poison their husband. Notably, that husband has been suspicious something was wrong with his partner for a while. This report only feeds into his suspicion.
*Alrighty then.*
There is someone else in the police station. Someone with a familiar face full of piercings that watches you from under a head of bleach blonde hair. His wrists are bound in handcuffs and he smiles at you from behind bars.
The disguised form of the Mother, smoking a cigarette between talking with an officer, notices him, and smiles wide. They wave.
He returns the wave with a grin and pulls out what appears to be a piece of chalk. He begins to draw a big black spider on the wall of his cell. Somehow, no one has noticed his vandalism.
The Mother turns to the officer interviewing them and breathes a puff of smoke into his face. He just… stands there, confused. His eyes go blank, and he freezes in place. They Waltz over to the bars of the cell, looking at what they draw with curiosity.
"Like my bracelets?" He says as he awkwardly illustrates the wall with hands bound tight together, "I made sure to get matching metals. The color is the same as the rest of my jewelry," referring to his nose piercings and ear rings. He begins to draw a web around that spider. But somehow the spider seems to be trapped in its own web.
“Nice drawing bud. Looks a little too nice for a self portrait, though… you aren’t a spider. You’re more of a roach.”
*fun fact, Tomorrow is world puppet day! Quite fitting for the Mother of Puppets.*
*and the Mother would take great offense to the insult about everyone having Arachnid forms. They don’t look like that because it’s scary, they look like that because it’s symbolic of what fear they were born from.*
The Mother, cloaked in human form and having shed much of their dark energy, is at the police station, making a report about someone they saw trying to poison their husband. Notably, that husband has been suspicious something was wrong with his partner for a while. This report only feeds into his suspicion.
*Alrighty then.*
There is someone else in the police station. Someone with a familiar face full of piercings that watches you from under a head of bleach blonde hair. His wrists are bound in handcuffs and he smiles at you from behind bars.
The disguised form of the Mother, smoking a cigarette between talking with an officer, notices him, and smiles wide. They wave.
He returns the wave with a grin and pulls out what appears to be a piece of chalk. He begins to draw a big black spider on the wall of his cell. Somehow, no one has noticed his vandalism.
The Mother turns to the officer interviewing them and breathes a puff of smoke into his face. He just… stands there, confused. His eyes go blank, and he freezes in place. They Waltz over to the bars of the cell, looking at what they draw with curiosity.
"Like my bracelets?" He says as he awkwardly illustrates the wall with hands bound tight together, "I made sure to get matching metals. The color is the same as the rest of my jewelry," referring to his nose piercings and ear rings. He begins to draw a web around that spider. But somehow the spider seems to be trapped in its own web.
“Nice drawing bud. Looks a little too nice for a self portrait, though… you aren’t a spider. You’re more of a roach.”
"You're right." He chuckles and let his hands slide down from their drawing, smearing the chalk, "Spiders are too fed up with themselves. I can't stand arachnids." He turns to face you. "But roaches, now that's an bug I can get behind."
*fun fact, Tomorrow is world puppet day! Quite fitting for the Mother of Puppets.*
*and the Mother would take great offense to the insult about everyone having Arachnid forms. They don’t look like that because it’s scary, they look like that because it’s symbolic of what fear they were born from.*
The Mother, cloaked in human form and having shed much of their dark energy, is at the police station, making a report about someone they saw trying to poison their husband. Notably, that husband has been suspicious something was wrong with his partner for a while. This report only feeds into his suspicion.
*Alrighty then.*
There is someone else in the police station. Someone with a familiar face full of piercings that watches you from under a head of bleach blonde hair. His wrists are bound in handcuffs and he smiles at you from behind bars.
The disguised form of the Mother, smoking a cigarette between talking with an officer, notices him, and smiles wide. They wave.
He returns the wave with a grin and pulls out what appears to be a piece of chalk. He begins to draw a big black spider on the wall of his cell. Somehow, no one has noticed his vandalism.
The Mother turns to the officer interviewing them and breathes a puff of smoke into his face. He just… stands there, confused. His eyes go blank, and he freezes in place. They Waltz over to the bars of the cell, looking at what they draw with curiosity.
"Like my bracelets?" He says as he awkwardly illustrates the wall with hands bound tight together, "I made sure to get matching metals. The color is the same as the rest of my jewelry," referring to his nose piercings and ear rings. He begins to draw a web around that spider. But somehow the spider seems to be trapped in its own web.
“Nice drawing bud. Looks a little too nice for a self portrait, though… you aren’t a spider. You’re more of a roach.”
"You're right." He chuckles and let his hands slide down from their drawing, smearing the chalk, "Spiders are too fed up with themselves. I can't stand arachnids." He turns to face you. "But roaches, now that's an insect I can get behind."
“Oh, now, now, that’s not very nice, is it, my dear?” They respond, as if chastising a child.
”if I weren’t simply told to torture you, I would eat you right now… dissect your little body and drink up your screams…” it says, breathing another puff of smoke towards them. It forms the shape of a skull and crossbones. ”but Alas…” they sigh, sliding their hands down the bars dramatically.
*Please?*
"That would be amazing. Maybe I'll finally have a use for those worthless Artefacts I keep getting. Can't even boil them for stock."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*How structurally sound are the constructions of this fairground. And how close together are they?*
"You guys lack creativity!" sneers one of the Charlies, "Everyone here chooses arachnid forms because its an easy fear to find! You always choose the simplest option! But that only makes it so much more satisfying to crush you under my boot!" This time you feel the green-haired Charlie's armor give under on of your blows. You strike again and there is a loud crack as your blade sinks into his chest. He falls to the ground, coughing up blood. Blood that smells like gasoline. Gasoline that smells like flame as he explodes in a searing ball of rippling inferno. Make a DC 15 Dex saving throw taking 7 fire damage on a fail and half as much on a success.
The pink haired Charlie roars and rushes at you across that 40 foot space. Flames burst out of his chest and crawl over his body and clothes. He takes one swing at you with his bat: Attack 1: 14 to hit, 12 bludgeoning, plus 4 fire damage. Whether or not he misses he does not stop rushing at you and the fire seems to have eaten away at him completely. Make a DC 15 Dex saving throw. On a fail you take 16 fire damage and are burning. On a success you take half as much damage and aren't burning. Both the pink-haired Charlie and the green-haired Charlie are nothing but smoldering smears of roadkill in the fairground dirt. There are two left.
"Artefacts, you say? Those could also be broken down to make new things out of their Nocturnite- which I could also help with, if you want."
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)
*They're fairly solid in construction, but if one were to somehow remove the weights added to further secure them, one could theoretically tip them over. As for how close together they are, let's go with... 15 feet apart from each other.*
Architect's Dex Saves: 28 for #1, and 22 for number two.
She deflects the strike from the pink-haired Charlie, swatting his bat away with the back of her hand before jumping back to try to avoid the flames. She doesn't seem to have taken any damage from the green-haired Charlie's explosion, her Paranormal Armor negating such a small amount of damage from a single source. "What, are spider legs not scary enough for you?" She scoffs, the legs folding up into her back again. "Fine, then. How about we mix things up?" Her body seems to almost split open as a centipede-like body covered in myriad mannequin arms unfurls from where her legs were, rearing back before she lets out a wave of deafeningly-loud crackling static, in which screaming can be heard. Both Charlies need to make a DC 20 Constitution save, taking 25 thunder damage plus 21 psychic damage on a failure, or half as much on a success.
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)
*Charlies' Constitution saving throws: 13 and 10*
They grin through their gritted teeth as they are blasted by sound. It does seem to hurt them a little, but it hurts like the blazing sun hurts a lizard or a chilling blizzard hurts a polar bear. They are at home with loud sounds.
"Another insect, how original. They fear insects because bugs are strange and different. Almost alien." He laughs and the other Charlie picks up where he left off, "The human bits are a nice touch. It adds a touch of the oh so familiar. The manipulation of the body stirs up a similar horror to the threatening of the home. For the body is a closer home than any house can ever be." The Blonde Charlie holds up his bat and the weapon ripples and twists into a much smaller shape. The shape of a thin, blocky ray gun. He fires the weapon and a streak of crackling energy is shot from the pistols barrel. The Blue Charlie rush at you, chain swinging in the air. From fifteen feet away he swings the weapon at you in a wide, sweeping motion.
Gun Attack: 10 to hit, 15 force damage; Chain Attack: 24 to hit, 9 bludgeoning damage.
A sound can be heard in the distance. A strange sort of steady, beating, roar that grows louder and louder. Words mix with this roar:
Rollercoaster riding up and down... The clown is tied to the tracks... But who forgot to paint on a frown... And should the rails have so many cracks...
*fun fact, Tomorrow is world puppet day! Quite fitting for the Mother of Puppets.*
*and the Mother would take great offense to the insult about everyone having Arachnid forms. They don’t look like that because it’s scary, they look like that because it’s symbolic of what fear they were born from.*
The Mother, cloaked in human form and having shed much of their dark energy, is at the police station, making a report about someone they saw trying to poison their husband. Notably, that husband has been suspicious something was wrong with his partner for a while. This report only feeds into his suspicion.
*I'll have to save it then for when I need to anger you, heheheh.*
*Do you want to continue the role-play we had this morning or start a new one here? I could do either.*
*hmm, we could start a new one if you like.*
*Alrighty then.*
There is someone else in the police station. Someone with a familiar face full of piercings that watches you from under a head of bleach blonde hair. His wrists are bound in handcuffs and he smiles at you from behind bars.
The disguised form of the Mother, smoking a cigarette between talking with an officer, notices him, and smiles wide. They wave.
He returns the wave with a grin and pulls out what appears to be a piece of chalk. He begins to draw a big black spider on the wall of his cell. Somehow, no one has noticed his vandalism.
The Mother turns to the officer interviewing them and breathes a puff of smoke into his face. He just… stands there, confused. His eyes go blank, and he freezes in place. They Waltz over to the bars of the cell, looking at what they draw with curiosity.
*Does anyone want to rp, probably not, but it’s best to ask.*
"Like my bracelets?" He says as he awkwardly illustrates the wall with hands bound tight together, "I made sure to get matching metals. The color is the same as the rest of my jewelry," referring to his nose piercings and ear rings. He begins to draw a web around that spider. But somehow the spider seems to be trapped in its own web.
“Nice drawing bud. Looks a little too nice for a self portrait, though… you aren’t a spider. You’re more of a roach.”
"You're right." He chuckles and let his hands slide down from their drawing, smearing the chalk, "Spiders are too fed up with themselves. I can't stand arachnids." He turns to face you. "But roaches, now that's an bug I can get behind."
*I could do something slow if you'd like.*
“Oh, now, now, that’s not very nice, is it, my dear?” They respond, as if chastising a child.
”if I weren’t simply told to torture you, I would eat you right now… dissect your little body and drink up your screams…” it says, breathing another puff of smoke towards them. It forms the shape of a skull and crossbones. ”but Alas…” they sigh, sliding their hands down the bars dramatically.
*If you want to I would be fine with that, I’ve got Violence and Dib.*