A man is walking down the street. He is dressed in dark clothes, which are soaked and smell... strange. As he walks, he seems to be looking for something
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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.
"So with me they can do nothing, and with you anything they do is self-destructive and meaningless? Two sides of the same coin, in a way. I believe we could have an excellent working relationship, if you would kindly help me to help you."
“Of course… that seems like it would be a simply wonderful partnership… I am the Mother of Puppets… humans have written about me three or four times in the last hundred and fifty years… they can never agree on a name, though.”
"I am simply the Ocha, but lately I've gone with the name Amatarou. How would you like a casino? A little whisper here, a wake-up-in-a-cold-sweat there, and a relaxation of my influence... what do you think?"
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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.
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"So with me they can do nothing, and with you anything they do is self-destructive and meaningless? Two sides of the same coin, in a way. I believe we could have an excellent working relationship, if you would kindly help me to help you."
“Of course… that seems like it would be a simply wonderful partnership… I am the Mother of Puppets… humans have written about me three or four times in the last hundred and fifty years… they can never agree on a name, though.”
"I am simply the Ocha, but lately I've gone with the name Amatarou. How would you like a casino? A little whisper here, a wake-up-in-a-cold-sweat there, and a relaxation of my influence... what do you think?"
“My, my, you are generous… yes, this would be a lovely opportunity… I accept your offer, Amatarou.”
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"I am simply the Ocha, but lately I've gone with the name Amatarou. How would you like a casino? A little whisper here, a wake-up-in-a-cold-sweat there, and a relaxation of my influence... what do you think?"
“My, my, you are generous… yes, this would be a lovely opportunity… I accept your offer, Amatarou.”
"Wonderful. Thank you for taking on this burden for me. My skillset would not be applicable to, you know, running a casino, and casinos bring in the tourists big time. Plenty of Dark Energy to be found after a long drive." He steeples his fingers.
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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.
Wandering the very outskirts of Balios at the dead of night is a person in a long, dull green trench-coat, looking around as though they're taking mental note of where everything is. She wears a grey sweater and long black pants under the coat, with steel-toed boots and fingerless gloves, and her long, almost claw-like nails are painted black and green. Her shoulder length brown hair can be faintly seen under the wide black sunhat she wears despite it being dark out. It's hard to make out many other details beyond that in the darkness of the night. The faint, barely-noticeable smell of burnt-out lightbulbs and caramel corn lingers around them as they amble about.
"So this is Balios..." She mutters under her breath, faintly smiling to herself as she takes a breath, tasting the trace amounts of Dark Energy in the very air- there's a lot of Nightmare activity around here, that's for sure. "Suppose it's time I met the neighbors. This is going to be fun."
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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)
Wandering the very outskirts of Balios at the dead of night is a person in a long, dull green trench-coat, looking around as though they're taking mental note of where everything is. She wears a grey sweater and long black pants under the coat, with steel-toed boots and fingerless gloves, and her long, almost claw-like nails are painted black and green. Her shoulder length brown hair can be faintly seen under the wide black sunhat she wears despite it being dark out. It's hard to make out many other details beyond that in the darkness of the night. The faint, barely-noticeable smell of burnt-out lightbulbs and caramel corn lingers around them as they amble about.
"So this is Balios..." She mutters under her breath, faintly smiling to herself as she takes a breath, tasting the trace amounts of Dark Energy in the very air- there's a lot of Nightmare activity around here, that's for sure. "Suppose it's time I met the neighbors. This is going to be fun."
She sees a young woman in gothic clothing, walking on the other side of the street
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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.
"I am simply the Ocha, but lately I've gone with the name Amatarou. How would you like a casino? A little whisper here, a wake-up-in-a-cold-sweat there, and a relaxation of my influence... what do you think?"
“My, my, you are generous… yes, this would be a lovely opportunity… I accept your offer, Amatarou.”
"Wonderful. Thank you for taking on this burden for me. My skillset would not be applicable to, you know, running a casino, and casinos bring in the tourists big time. Plenty of Dark Energy to be found after a long drive." He steeples his fingers.
“Of course.. it would be a pleasure. Is there a casino already in Balios, or will we be opening a new one?”
River, who has come home to roost and not kill, is chilling in the cat cafe
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Wandering the very outskirts of Balios at the dead of night is a person in a long, dull green trench-coat, looking around as though they're taking mental note of where everything is. She wears a grey sweater and long black pants under the coat, with steel-toed boots and fingerless gloves, and her long, almost claw-like nails are painted black and green. Her shoulder length brown hair can be faintly seen under the wide black sunhat she wears despite it being dark out. It's hard to make out many other details beyond that in the darkness of the night. The faint, barely-noticeable smell of burnt-out lightbulbs and caramel corn lingers around them as they amble about.
"So this is Balios..." She mutters under her breath, faintly smiling to herself as she takes a breath, tasting the trace amounts of Dark Energy in the very air- there's a lot of Nightmare activity around here, that's for sure. "Suppose it's time I met the neighbors. This is going to be fun."
Four cats walk up to her, side by side. She can tell that these are Shikigami, much like her Schisms. Their owner is nearby, hidden in darkness much like her. He's in an equally obvious disguise and wrapped in Dark Energy. He leans against a wall, drinking what sounds like a boba tea. He's huge and rotund, with soft fur curled and shaped beautifully, as if he had hours and hours of free time to prepare himself. From what little she can see, he's brightly colored enough in pink and white that it can be seen even in this little light. What he is supposed to resemble, though, remains impossible to discern. "Welcome to town. First time here?"
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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.
*its only been up for a little while, but this a very fun thread. :>*
*agreed :)*
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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.
"Wonderful. Thank you for taking on this burden for me. My skillset would not be applicable to, you know, running a casino, and casinos bring in the tourists big time. Plenty of Dark Energy to be found after a long drive." He steeples his fingers.
“Of course.. it would be a pleasure. Is there a casino already in Balios, or will we be opening a new one?”
"We will be restoring an old one. It needs a polish, and maybe some Dark Artes from you, good Mother, but it should be mostly functional."
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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.
Wandering the very outskirts of Balios at the dead of night is a person in a long, dull green trench-coat, looking around as though they're taking mental note of where everything is. She wears a grey sweater and long black pants under the coat, with steel-toed boots and fingerless gloves, and her long, almost claw-like nails are painted black and green. Her shoulder length brown hair can be faintly seen under the wide black sunhat she wears despite it being dark out. It's hard to make out many other details beyond that in the darkness of the night. The faint, barely-noticeable smell of burnt-out lightbulbs and caramel corn lingers around them as they amble about.
"So this is Balios..." She mutters under her breath, faintly smiling to herself as she takes a breath, tasting the trace amounts of Dark Energy in the very air- there's a lot of Nightmare activity around here, that's for sure. "Suppose it's time I met the neighbors. This is going to be fun."
Four cats walk up to her, side by side. She can tell that these are Shikigami, much like her Schisms. Their owner is nearby, hidden in darkness much like her. He's in an equally obvious disguise and wrapped in Dark Energy. He leans against a wall, drinking what sounds like a boba tea. He's huge and rotund, with soft fur curled and shaped beautifully, as if he had hours and hours of free time to prepare himself. From what little she can see, he's brightly colored enough in pink and white that it can be seen even in this little light. What he is supposed to resemble, though, remains impossible to discern. "Welcome to town. First time here?"
She smiles a touch wider upon recognizing what he is- what they both are- though her face cannot be seen under the mask she wears. A porcelain mask, entirely featureless and smooth save for six green painted circles resembling an alien configuration of eyes. "Yes- I've been around the nearby area every so often for my job, but never visited before. From what I see so far, it's very lovely."
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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)
River, who has come home to roost and not kill, is chilling in the cat cafe
Amatarou places a drink where he is sitting, along with a small bag of cat treats. "..." He stands by the table for a little bit, his plastic-wrapped fingers on the laminated birch wood. He taps his index finger against it, then curls his hand into a fist and knocks the wood a single time, resolving to say something. "What does it take to feel alive?"
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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.
*its only been up for a little while, but this a very fun thread. :>*
*agreed :)*
*I'm joining the trend of cool threads and finally commiting to making the one i've wanted to for a long time*
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A man is walking down the street. He is dressed in dark clothes, which are soaked and smell... strange. As he walks, he seems to be looking for something
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 am simply the Ocha, but lately I've gone with the name Amatarou. How would you like a casino? A little whisper here, a wake-up-in-a-cold-sweat there, and a relaxation of my influence... what do you think?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*I am back*
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>Attemp <EXTENDED SIG>? Jester Day 5/1... We'll miss you
YES NO I'm on more than Gonzalo and Bananer, trust B)
My Threads: Anytown, USA and Sanctuary [Links]
S♡J
2-13-25
*The
CatFox Returns*Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“My, my, you are generous… yes, this would be a lovely opportunity… I accept your offer, Amatarou.”
*Something Fluffy This Way Rides*
*technically, foxes are dogs made of cat*
*wanna rp?*
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>Attemp <EXTENDED SIG>? Jester Day 5/1... We'll miss you
YES NO I'm on more than Gonzalo and Bananer, trust B)
My Threads: Anytown, USA and Sanctuary [Links]
S♡J
2-13-25
"Wonderful. Thank you for taking on this burden for me. My skillset would not be applicable to, you know, running a casino, and casinos bring in the tourists big time. Plenty of Dark Energy to be found after a long drive." He steeples his fingers.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Wandering the very outskirts of Balios at the dead of night is a person in a long, dull green trench-coat, looking around as though they're taking mental note of where everything is. She wears a grey sweater and long black pants under the coat, with steel-toed boots and fingerless gloves, and her long, almost claw-like nails are painted black and green. Her shoulder length brown hair can be faintly seen under the wide black sunhat she wears despite it being dark out. It's hard to make out many other details beyond that in the darkness of the night. The faint, barely-noticeable smell of burnt-out lightbulbs and caramel corn lingers around them as they amble about.
"So this is Balios..." She mutters under her breath, faintly smiling to herself as she takes a breath, tasting the trace amounts of Dark Energy in the very air- there's a lot of Nightmare activity around here, that's for sure. "Suppose it's time I met the neighbors. This is going to be fun."
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)
*Legally, you are correct.*
*Sure, I don't see why not!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
She sees a young woman in gothic clothing, walking on the other side of the street
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
“Of course.. it would be a pleasure. Is there a casino already in Balios, or will we be opening a new one?”
River, who has come home to roost and not kill, is chilling in the cat cafe
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>Attemp <EXTENDED SIG>? Jester Day 5/1... We'll miss you
YES NO I'm on more than Gonzalo and Bananer, trust B)
My Threads: Anytown, USA and Sanctuary [Links]
S♡J
2-13-25
Four cats walk up to her, side by side. She can tell that these are Shikigami, much like her Schisms. Their owner is nearby, hidden in darkness much like her. He's in an equally obvious disguise and wrapped in Dark Energy. He leans against a wall, drinking what sounds like a boba tea. He's huge and rotund, with soft fur curled and shaped beautifully, as if he had hours and hours of free time to prepare himself. From what little she can see, he's brightly colored enough in pink and white that it can be seen even in this little light. What he is supposed to resemble, though, remains impossible to discern. "Welcome to town. First time here?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*its only been up for a little while, but this a very fun thread. :>*
*agreed :)*
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
"We will be restoring an old one. It needs a polish, and maybe some Dark Artes from you, good Mother, but it should be mostly functional."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
She smiles a touch wider upon recognizing what he is- what they both are- though her face cannot be seen under the mask she wears. A porcelain mask, entirely featureless and smooth save for six green painted circles resembling an alien configuration of eyes. "Yes- I've been around the nearby area every so often for my job, but never visited before. From what I see so far, it's very lovely."
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)
Amatarou places a drink where he is sitting, along with a small bag of cat treats. "..." He stands by the table for a little bit, his plastic-wrapped fingers on the laminated birch wood. He taps his index finger against it, then curls his hand into a fist and knocks the wood a single time, resolving to say something. "What does it take to feel alive?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*I'm so glad you guys like this. This is all I could have ever asked for.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*I'm joining the trend of cool threads and finally commiting to making the one i've wanted to for a long time*
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>Attemp <EXTENDED SIG>? Jester Day 5/1... We'll miss you
YES NO I'm on more than Gonzalo and Bananer, trust B)
My Threads: Anytown, USA and Sanctuary [Links]
S♡J
2-13-25