Iago falls to the floor. 'How much do you want? I can pay you more than that cat cafe guy ever could.'
The terror grabs him with six spindly, shadowy arms that unfurl from under its chitin plating, holding him up to look him in the eyes. "I'm interested, but I'd rather stay on Mr. Ocha's good side. So unless you also have a set of Nocturnite weapons and a briefcase of cash, I'm sticking with the original plan."
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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 have money. And I can get more. I got a nice house on 5th Street. And I got followers who I can get to serve you'
She is silent for a while, thinking about the offer, before she decides. "Sorry, buddy- unless you've got the Nocturnite, the deal's off. Now, why don't we go and meet up with our old friend? I'm sure Mr. Ocha would love to hear about how you've been." She responds, a devilish grin on her mask as she descends from the roof of the store, still holding him in her many arms as she heads in the direction of the cat cafe.
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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 suppose you're right. Ocha will enjoy torturing me. He's just as sadistic as I am, but he still thinks he's better'
"On that we can agree- he certainly will relish it, as will I." She laughs- a sickening sound that can make one's skin writhe with disgust and fear, though Iago is likely less effected by this. "Now, which one should I do first: Embed a needle into every single one of your bones, or rearrange the locations of all your joints?"
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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)
The Architect is silently skittering across rooftops and through alleyways towards Amatarou's cafe, ready to tell Mr. Ocha the good news about Iago- well, good news for them, but horrible news for Iago. As she descends into its back alley, she folds back up into her human disguise, walking inside and sitting down with a wide toothy grin on her mask.
Cassandra is on the outskirts of Balios, preparing a series of documents detailing all of her findings in her time observing the Hellmouth. Soon, she hopes to send the report back to her higher-ups at NEO, so that when they arrive to clean things up, they'll know what they're getting into.
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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)
Iago is currently a human pincushion in the possession of the Architect
The Architect has brought Iago into the storage room in the employees-only section of one of the Fair's many haunted house attractions, threads of shadow and sinew woven into a mess of horrific spider webs that binds him to the floor where he stands. She is currently hanging upside-down from the ceiling in front of him, her disguise shed and showing her true form in all its horrific many-armed glory, holding several sewing needles in one of her hands. She needs to bring Iago back alive, but Mr. Ocha probably won't mind if he's a little bloodied when she dumps him on his doorstep- much to her amusement.
"I've been wondering about something I've been meaning to ask." She starts, taking one needle from her collection and pointing it at him. "Why did you go after the Slink in the first place?"
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Iago is currently a human pincushion in the possession of the Architect
The Architect has brought Iago into the storage room in the employees-only section of one of the Fair's many haunted house attractions, threads of shadow and sinew woven into a mess of horrific spider webs that binds him to the floor where he stands. She is currently hanging upside-down from the ceiling in front of him, her disguise shed and showing her true form in all its horrific many-armed glory, holding several sewing needles in one of her hands. She needs to bring Iago back alive, but Mr. Ocha probably won't mind if he's a little bloodied when she dumps him on his doorstep- much to her amusement.
"I've been wondering about something I've been meaning to ask." She starts, taking one needle from her collection and pointing it at him. "Why did you go after the Slink in the first place?"
Iago is currently a human pincushion in the possession of the Architect
The Architect has brought Iago into the storage room in the employees-only section of one of the Fair's many haunted house attractions, threads of shadow and sinew woven into a mess of horrific spider webs that binds him to the floor where he stands. She is currently hanging upside-down from the ceiling in front of him, her disguise shed and showing her true form in all its horrific many-armed glory, holding several sewing needles in one of her hands. She needs to bring Iago back alive, but Mr. Ocha probably won't mind if he's a little bloodied when she dumps him on his doorstep- much to her amusement.
"I've been wondering about something I've been meaning to ask." She starts, taking one needle from her collection and pointing it at him. "Why did you go after the Slink in the first place?"
'Why does a well-fed cat hunt mice?'
"So it's a game to you? Heh, you really are despicable." She smiles with her mask, before driving the needle's point into his arm. The needle goes deep enough to hit bone, and continues a little ways longer until it touches the marrow. Obviously, this hurts a lot.
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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)
Iago is currently a human pincushion in the possession of the Architect
The Architect has brought Iago into the storage room in the employees-only section of one of the Fair's many haunted house attractions, threads of shadow and sinew woven into a mess of horrific spider webs that binds him to the floor where he stands. She is currently hanging upside-down from the ceiling in front of him, her disguise shed and showing her true form in all its horrific many-armed glory, holding several sewing needles in one of her hands. She needs to bring Iago back alive, but Mr. Ocha probably won't mind if he's a little bloodied when she dumps him on his doorstep- much to her amusement.
"I've been wondering about something I've been meaning to ask." She starts, taking one needle from her collection and pointing it at him. "Why did you go after the Slink in the first place?"
'Why does a well-fed cat hunt mice?'
"So it's a game to you? Heh, you really are despicable." She smiles with her mask, before driving the needle's point into his arm. The needle goes deep enough to hit bone, and continues a little ways longer until it touches the marrow. Obviously, this hurts a lot.
'You could say that, yes. But it's a game I was born to play. As natural as breathing. You'd be good at it, you know'
Iago is currently a human pincushion in the possession of the Architect
The Architect has brought Iago into the storage room in the employees-only section of one of the Fair's many haunted house attractions, threads of shadow and sinew woven into a mess of horrific spider webs that binds him to the floor where he stands. She is currently hanging upside-down from the ceiling in front of him, her disguise shed and showing her true form in all its horrific many-armed glory, holding several sewing needles in one of her hands. She needs to bring Iago back alive, but Mr. Ocha probably won't mind if he's a little bloodied when she dumps him on his doorstep- much to her amusement.
"I've been wondering about something I've been meaning to ask." She starts, taking one needle from her collection and pointing it at him. "Why did you go after the Slink in the first place?"
'Why does a well-fed cat hunt mice?'
"So it's a game to you? Heh, you really are despicable." She smiles with her mask, before driving the needle's point into his arm. The needle goes deep enough to hit bone, and continues a little ways longer until it touches the marrow. Obviously, this hurts a lot.
'You could say that, yes. But it's a game I was born to play. As natural as breathing. You'd be good at it, you know'
"I probably would be. I mean, how else would I have caught you so quickly?" She prepares another needle. "As quick as it was, you were fun to hunt. I imagine Charlie'll be fun too. Never been in a car chase before."
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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)
Iago is currently a human pincushion in the possession of the Architect
The Architect has brought Iago into the storage room in the employees-only section of one of the Fair's many haunted house attractions, threads of shadow and sinew woven into a mess of horrific spider webs that binds him to the floor where he stands. She is currently hanging upside-down from the ceiling in front of him, her disguise shed and showing her true form in all its horrific many-armed glory, holding several sewing needles in one of her hands. She needs to bring Iago back alive, but Mr. Ocha probably won't mind if he's a little bloodied when she dumps him on his doorstep- much to her amusement.
"I've been wondering about something I've been meaning to ask." She starts, taking one needle from her collection and pointing it at him. "Why did you go after the Slink in the first place?"
'Why does a well-fed cat hunt mice?'
"So it's a game to you? Heh, you really are despicable." She smiles with her mask, before driving the needle's point into his arm. The needle goes deep enough to hit bone, and continues a little ways longer until it touches the marrow. Obviously, this hurts a lot.
'You could say that, yes. But it's a game I was born to play. As natural as breathing. You'd be good at it, you know'
"I probably would be. I mean, how else would I have caught you so quickly?" She prepares another needle. "As quick as it was, you were fun to hunt. I imagine Charlie'll be fun too. Never been in a car chase before."
'I'm glad I was fun to hunt. That's half the point. Good luck with Charlie, he's faster than I could ever be.'
"So it's a game to you? Heh, you really are despicable." She smiles with her mask, before driving the needle's point into his arm. The needle goes deep enough to hit bone, and continues a little ways longer until it touches the marrow. Obviously, this hurts a lot.
'You could say that, yes. But it's a game I was born to play. As natural as breathing. You'd be good at it, you know'
"I probably would be. I mean, how else would I have caught you so quickly?" She prepares another needle. "As quick as it was, you were fun to hunt. I imagine Charlie'll be fun too. Never been in a car chase before."
'I'm glad I was fun to hunt. That's half the point. Good luck with Charlie, he's faster than I could ever be.'
"Oh, I know that- that is the whole point of a car, after all." The second needle finds purchase in his hand, again stabbing into bone. "Fun is only half the point, hmm? Then what's the other half? Killing just because you can?"
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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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Iago falls to the floor. 'How much do you want? I can pay you more than that cat cafe guy ever could.'
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The terror grabs him with six spindly, shadowy arms that unfurl from under its chitin plating, holding him up to look him in the eyes. "I'm interested, but I'd rather stay on Mr. Ocha's good side. So unless you also have a set of Nocturnite weapons and a briefcase of cash, I'm sticking with the original plan."
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 have money. And I can get more. I got a nice house on 5th Street. And I got followers who I can get to serve you'
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She is silent for a while, thinking about the offer, before she decides. "Sorry, buddy- unless you've got the Nocturnite, the deal's off. Now, why don't we go and meet up with our old friend? I'm sure Mr. Ocha would love to hear about how you've been." She responds, a devilish grin on her mask as she descends from the roof of the store, still holding him in her many arms as she heads in the direction of the cat cafe.
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 gotta get back here sometime*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
'I suppose you're right. Ocha will enjoy torturing me. He's just as sadistic as I am, but he still thinks he's better'
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"On that we can agree- he certainly will relish it, as will I." She laughs- a sickening sound that can make one's skin writhe with disgust and fear, though Iago is likely less effected by this. "Now, which one should I do first: Embed a needle into every single one of your bones, or rearrange the locations of all your joints?"
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)
*Lol same*
Artise🖌️🎨
Totally not part Asian🍜
Has cars (cats) 🐱🐈🐈⬛😸😹😺😻😼😽😾😿🙀
The Being shifts into his human disguise and walks around.
Artise🖌️🎨
Totally not part Asian🍜
Has cars (cats) 🐱🐈🐈⬛😸😹😺😻😼😽😾😿🙀
*sorry guys, I really need to be on this more often lol*
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*Same. Also Dutch I found a Germanic folktale that parallels the Cato/Flint storyline very well.*
Engine roaring, hearts are soaring, someone’s blazing down the street
Gas is burning, rubber’s churning, searching for some friends to meet.
*Goooooooood morning, everyone!*
The Architect is silently skittering across rooftops and through alleyways towards Amatarou's cafe, ready to tell Mr. Ocha the good news about Iago- well, good news for them, but horrible news for Iago. As she descends into its back alley, she folds back up into her human disguise, walking inside and sitting down with a wide toothy grin on her mask.
Cassandra is on the outskirts of Balios, preparing a series of documents detailing all of her findings in her time observing the Hellmouth. Soon, she hopes to send the report back to her higher-ups at NEO, so that when they arrive to clean things up, they'll know what they're getting into.
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 is currently a human pincushion in the possession of the Architect
The Slink is watching nervously
*hey Dark, what was the folktale?*
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The Architect has brought Iago into the storage room in the employees-only section of one of the Fair's many haunted house attractions, threads of shadow and sinew woven into a mess of horrific spider webs that binds him to the floor where he stands. She is currently hanging upside-down from the ceiling in front of him, her disguise shed and showing her true form in all its horrific many-armed glory, holding several sewing needles in one of her hands. She needs to bring Iago back alive, but Mr. Ocha probably won't mind if he's a little bloodied when she dumps him on his doorstep- much to her amusement.
"I've been wondering about something I've been meaning to ask." She starts, taking one needle from her collection and pointing it at him. "Why did you go after the Slink in the first place?"
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
'Why does a well-fed cat hunt mice?'
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"So it's a game to you? Heh, you really are despicable." She smiles with her mask, before driving the needle's point into his arm. The needle goes deep enough to hit bone, and continues a little ways longer until it touches the marrow. Obviously, this hurts a lot.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
'You could say that, yes. But it's a game I was born to play. As natural as breathing. You'd be good at it, you know'
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"I probably would be. I mean, how else would I have caught you so quickly?" She prepares another needle. "As quick as it was, you were fun to hunt. I imagine Charlie'll be fun too. Never been in a car chase before."
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'm glad I was fun to hunt. That's half the point. Good luck with Charlie, he's faster than I could ever be.'
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"Oh, I know that- that is the whole point of a car, after all." The second needle finds purchase in his hand, again stabbing into bone. "Fun is only half the point, hmm? Then what's the other half? Killing just because you can?"
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)