The woman seems to hear something, and turns in such a way that allows Cassandra to see the wounds on her chest; wounds that she couldn't have survived, let alone be able to walk around with...
Her eyes narrow slightly at the sight, her suspicions fully confirmed. "Just as I thought." She mutters under her breath, her words barely audible, not turning to face away from her book.
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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 certainly would like to rp, I've got Dib and Violence, want anybody?*
*Let's go with... Dib, please!*
Dib is sitting on a bench in the local park, on his computer, working on something. His backpack and briefcase are sitting next to him as he types away, muttering to himself from behind the collar of his trenchcoat, still hiding his face.
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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.'
*I certainly would like to rp, I've got Dib and Violence, want anybody?*
*Let's go with... Dib, please!*
Dib is sitting on a bench in the local park, on his computer, working on something. His backpack and briefcase are sitting next to him as he types away, muttering to himself from behind the collar of his trenchcoat, still hiding his face.
The Architect sits at another bench nearby, in her not-very-convincing human guise and in the shadow of a tree cast from the lampposts on the path. It's unclear how long she's been there for. She doesn't say anything for a long while, before finally speaking. "What'cha working on?"
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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 certainly would like to rp, I've got Dib and Violence, want anybody?*
*Let's go with... Dib, please!*
Dib is sitting on a bench in the local park, on his computer, working on something. His backpack and briefcase are sitting next to him as he types away, muttering to himself from behind the collar of his trenchcoat, still hiding his face.
The Architect sits at another bench nearby, in her not-very-convincing human guise and in the shadow of a tree cast from the lampposts on the path. It's unclear how long she's been there for. She doesn't say anything for a long while, before finally speaking. "What'cha working on?"
He looks up from his computer, startled anyone would be talking to him, and even more startled when he realizes that they aren't human, his eyes smiling when he realizing they are a Nightmare, "Oh I am just doing some research on Nightmares, it's quite the great coincidence you're here now."
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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.'
*I certainly would like to rp, I've got Dib and Violence, want anybody?*
*Let's go with... Dib, please!*
Dib is sitting on a bench in the local park, on his computer, working on something. His backpack and briefcase are sitting next to him as he types away, muttering to himself from behind the collar of his trenchcoat, still hiding his face.
The Architect sits at another bench nearby, in her not-very-convincing human guise and in the shadow of a tree cast from the lampposts on the path. It's unclear how long she's been there for. She doesn't say anything for a long while, before finally speaking. "What'cha working on?"
He looks up from his computer, startled anyone would be talking to him, and even more startled when he realizes that they aren't human, his eyes smiling when he realizing they are a Nightmare, "Oh I am just doing some research on Nightmares, it's quite the great coincidence you're here now."
"Was it that obvious?" She rhetorically asks, laughing a bit to herself and smiling behind her mask. "What motivated you to start your research?"
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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)
"Was it that obvious?" She rhetorically asks, laughing a bit to herself and smiling behind her mask. "What motivated you to start your research?"
"I find nightmare immensely interesting. You are among them, what are you specifically?" He asks, taking out a notebook and pencil from nowhere.
"Well, currently I'm a Nightmare Lord, but... believe it or not, I was once human." She responds, moving to a different spot on her bench to be slightly closer. "Now, if you're going to ask me questions, I'll ask you questions as well, okay? How did you first hear about us?"
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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)
"Was it that obvious?" She rhetorically asks, laughing a bit to herself and smiling behind her mask. "What motivated you to start your research?"
"I find nightmare immensely interesting. You are among them, what are you specifically?" He asks, taking out a notebook and pencil from nowhere.
"Well, currently I'm a Nightmare Lord, but... believe it or not, I was once human." She responds, moving to a different spot on her bench to be slightly closer. "Now, if you're going to ask me questions, I'll ask you questions as well, okay? How did you first hear about us?"
"You can sit next to me if you'd like, and its only fair you ask questions. I learned from an Alien named Zim, he wanted to end the world." He says, looking back to them after writing down and circling a few things, mainly Nightmare Lord, and used to be human.
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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.'
"Was it that obvious?" She rhetorically asks, laughing a bit to herself and smiling behind her mask. "What motivated you to start your research?"
"I find nightmare immensely interesting. You are among them, what are you specifically?" He asks, taking out a notebook and pencil from nowhere.
"Well, currently I'm a Nightmare Lord, but... believe it or not, I was once human." She responds, moving to a different spot on her bench to be slightly closer. "Now, if you're going to ask me questions, I'll ask you questions as well, okay? How did you first hear about us?"
"You can sit next to me if you'd like, and its only fair you ask questions. I learned from an Alien named Zim, he wanted to end the world." He says, looking back to them after writing down and circling a few things, mainly Nightmare Lord, and used to be human.
As soon as he finishes speaking, The Architect is already seated on the same bench as him- it's almost like she was always there. "An alien, you say? Interesting..." She is silent for a second, and then has an idea- a terrible, wonderful, awful idea. "...Say, would you perhaps be interested in a deal?"
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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 begins pulling himself out of the corpse pile, not surprised, his voice calm and friendly "Are you aware?"
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.)
*Anybody here?*
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.)
Her eyes narrow slightly at the sight, her suspicions fully confirmed. "Just as I thought." She mutters under her breath, her words barely audible, not turning to face away from her book.
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 am still here, if you'd like to rp.*
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 certainly would like to rp, I've got Dib and Violence, want anybody?*
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.)
*Let's go with... Dib, please!*
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)
Dib is sitting on a bench in the local park, on his computer, working on something. His backpack and briefcase are sitting next to him as he types away, muttering to himself from behind the collar of his trenchcoat, still hiding his face.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
The Architect sits at another bench nearby, in her not-very-convincing human guise and in the shadow of a tree cast from the lampposts on the path. It's unclear how long she's been there for. She doesn't say anything for a long while, before finally speaking. "What'cha working on?"
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 looks up from his computer, startled anyone would be talking to him, and even more startled when he realizes that they aren't human, his eyes smiling when he realizing they are a Nightmare, "Oh I am just doing some research on Nightmares, it's quite the great coincidence you're here now."
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.)
"Was it that obvious?" She rhetorically asks, laughing a bit to herself and smiling behind her mask. "What motivated you to start your research?"
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 find nightmare immensely interesting. You are among them, what are you specifically?" He asks, taking out a notebook and pencil from nowhere.
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.)
“Of?” They say, in a broken, technological voice
I’m a decent DM and an above average rules lawyer
I have several complete Pokedexes | I may be stupid, but at least I’m not smart!
Stay Paranoid!! My Drummer given title is… Swift as the Dragon
May the dice roll ever in your favor
"Well, currently I'm a Nightmare Lord, but... believe it or not, I was once human." She responds, moving to a different spot on her bench to be slightly closer. "Now, if you're going to ask me questions, I'll ask you questions as well, okay? How did you first hear about us?"
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 assume you're a nightmare. You should know when you're dealing with a bigger fish." He says, with a smile.
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.)
"You can sit next to me if you'd like, and its only fair you ask questions. I learned from an Alien named Zim, he wanted to end the world." He says, looking back to them after writing down and circling a few things, mainly Nightmare Lord, and used to be human.
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.)
“I just crawled out of a river. Several times. Plenty fish there, none of them hurt me.”
I’m a decent DM and an above average rules lawyer
I have several complete Pokedexes | I may be stupid, but at least I’m not smart!
Stay Paranoid!! My Drummer given title is… Swift as the Dragon
May the dice roll ever in your favor
He chuckles, "Great, you are probably tired. Come on, I'll get you some coffee or something." He gestures to them to follow his slow shamble.
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.)
They do as he motions, following behind. “I take it your comment about the fish was metaphorical?”
I’m a decent DM and an above average rules lawyer
I have several complete Pokedexes | I may be stupid, but at least I’m not smart!
Stay Paranoid!! My Drummer given title is… Swift as the Dragon
May the dice roll ever in your favor
As soon as he finishes speaking, The Architect is already seated on the same bench as him- it's almost like she was always there. "An alien, you say? Interesting..." She is silent for a second, and then has an idea- a terrible, wonderful, awful idea. "...Say, would you perhaps be interested in a deal?"
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 knew you'd get it. Most Nightmares are based on something, what are you based on?" He asks as he shambles along.
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.)