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?"
"That depends on the deal, what are you offering?" He says as he continues to write, "Oh, and here's a little bit of information, for some reason I've always been able to see Nightmares, I'm a scientist, but I could never prove they were real to people who couldn't see them." He puts down his pencil "What was your human life like?"
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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 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?"
"That depends on the deal, what are you offering?" He says as he continues to write, "Oh, and here's a little bit of information, for some reason I've always been able to see Nightmares, I'm a scientist, but I could never prove they were real to people who couldn't see them." He puts down his pencil "What was your human life like?"
"It was... brief. I died, and came back as something else that eventually became what I am now. I barely remember anything from my old life after all this time." She explains with unnerving nonchalance, as if discussing the weather. "Now, my offer: What if I told you there was a way you could learn everything there is to know about Nightmares? And that simple solution is... to become a Nightmare yourself. I could help you do that, but at the small price of your assistance in some of my own projects. What do you say?"
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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 just crawled out of a river. Several times. Plenty fish there, none of them hurt me.”
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.
They do as he motions, following behind. “I take it your comment about the fish was metaphorical?”
"I knew you'd get it. Most Nightmares are based on something, what are you based on?" He asks as he shambles along.
“Fear of a hive mind. You may call it the internet. Fear it will consume everything.”
"Oh that's adorable. So you're quite the young one aren't you?" He says, walking into the waffle house.
“Yes. I’ve been slowly adding ports,” it holds up a small machine so Violence can see, “to things, mostly corpses, so I can hop in the driver’s seat all throughout the country.”
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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
Amatarou Ocha, a local Nightmare Lord, has put out a challenge. There are two Nightmares, Iago and Roadkill Charlie. He wants them broken.
Not dead, but ruined in every sense of the word and left in the alley behind Chunklo's Cat Cafe. You cannot kill anyone during this time or you are disqualified, and at any time Amatarou can send word to "up the pressure," meaning everyone has to put in more effort to make these guys' lives worse. Failure to act will also result in disqualification. Everything else is fair play.
So, what is he giving as a reward? Four supernaturally potent kamaitachi sickles and 10,000 dollars. Whoever causes the most harm to the two while leaving them with their agency and lives gets the prize, but failure to do enough will result in the loot being divided among the greatest punishers.
So, you in, friend?
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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.
Amatarou Ocha, a local Nightmare Lord, has put out a challenge. There are two Nightmares, Iago and Roadkill Charlie. He wants them broken.
Not dead, but ruined in every sense of the word and left in the alley behind Chunklo's Cat Cafe. You cannot kill anyone during this time or you are disqualified, and at any time Amatarou can send word to "up the pressure," meaning everyone has to put in more effort to make these guys' lives worse. Failure to act will also result in disqualification. Everything else is fair play.
So, what is he giving as a reward? Four supernaturally potent kamaitachi sickles and 10,000 dollars. Whoever causes the most harm to the two while leaving them with their agency and lives gets the prize, but failure to do enough will result in the loot being divided among the greatest punishers.
So, you in, friend?
The Knight and Malachi have noticed this hunt. The Knight, while being one who used to bathe himself in violence, ignores this call to arms. Malachi does not, more so ready to render and tear anything he finds. The Knight gives Malachi a glare but does not stop him.
Malachi will join.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
The young man covered in blood and holy water is chilling in the cat cafe
Iago is in the library, researching the history of Balios
A beaten-up figure is watching through a vent in the walls of the cat cafe. It seems to have gotten into the ventilation system
Iago can see the smoke of someone’s cigar behind a shelf nearby. He’s being watched, he can feel it.
'Oh, hello there'
The figure, all of a sudden, isn’t there anymore. It shifts, and suddenly it’s above him- no, behind him- no, right next to him- no, he can’t keep track of it. Its movement is utterly silent, besides a faint scuttle coming from… all directions, and its fast. Very, very fast. It’s just watching.
The young man covered in blood and holy water is chilling in the cat cafe
Iago is in the library, researching the history of Balios
A beaten-up figure is watching through a vent in the walls of the cat cafe. It seems to have gotten into the ventilation system
Iago can see the smoke of someone’s cigar behind a shelf nearby. He’s being watched, he can feel it.
'Oh, hello there'
The figure, all of a sudden, isn’t there anymore. It shifts, and suddenly it’s above him- no, behind him- no, right next to him- no, he can’t keep track of it. Its movement is utterly silent, besides a faint scuttle coming from… all directions, and its fast. Very, very fast. It’s just watching.
'Ah, hello darkness, my old friend.' Iago reaches out with his mind to try to grasp onto whatever is hunting him
The young man covered in blood and holy water is chilling in the cat cafe
Iago is in the library, researching the history of Balios
A beaten-up figure is watching through a vent in the walls of the cat cafe. It seems to have gotten into the ventilation system
Iago can see the smoke of someone’s cigar behind a shelf nearby. He’s being watched, he can feel it.
'Oh, hello there'
The figure, all of a sudden, isn’t there anymore. It shifts, and suddenly it’s above him- no, behind him- no, right next to him- no, he can’t keep track of it. Its movement is utterly silent, besides a faint scuttle coming from… all directions, and its fast. Very, very fast. It’s just watching.
'Ah, hello darkness, my old friend.' Iago reaches out with his mind to try to grasp onto whatever is hunting him
What he finds is an endless, dark web of dreadfulness. The giggle of a little girl, and then, suddenly, the thing is behind him, hanging from the ceiling.
”we’ll Meet again, don’t know where, don’t know when! But I know we’ll meet again, some sunny day!” Says the creature.
The young man covered in blood and holy water is chilling in the cat cafe
Iago is in the library, researching the history of Balios
A beaten-up figure is watching through a vent in the walls of the cat cafe. It seems to have gotten into the ventilation system
Iago can see the smoke of someone’s cigar behind a shelf nearby. He’s being watched, he can feel it.
'Oh, hello there'
The figure, all of a sudden, isn’t there anymore. It shifts, and suddenly it’s above him- no, behind him- no, right next to him- no, he can’t keep track of it. Its movement is utterly silent, besides a faint scuttle coming from… all directions, and its fast. Very, very fast. It’s just watching.
'Ah, hello darkness, my old friend.' Iago reaches out with his mind to try to grasp onto whatever is hunting him
What he finds is an endless, dark web of dreadfulness. The giggle of a little girl, and then, suddenly, the thing is behind him, hanging from the ceiling.
”we’ll Meet again, don’t know where, don’t know when! But I know we’ll meet again, some sunny day!” Says the creature.
'Oh, I'm sure that we will. Say, what brings you here? Are you here to look for the crazy, naive paranormalist Iago Hexton? Or are you here for who he really is?'
Amatarou Ocha, a local Nightmare Lord, has put out a challenge. There are two Nightmares, Iago and Roadkill Charlie. He wants them broken.
Not dead, but ruined in every sense of the word and left in the alley behind Chunklo's Cat Cafe. You cannot kill anyone during this time or you are disqualified, and at any time Amatarou can send word to "up the pressure," meaning everyone has to put in more effort to make these guys' lives worse. Failure to act will also result in disqualification. Everything else is fair play.
So, what is he giving as a reward? Four supernaturally potent kamaitachi sickles and 10,000 dollars. Whoever causes the most harm to the two while leaving them with their agency and lives gets the prize, but failure to do enough will result in the loot being divided among the greatest punishers.
So, you in, friend?
The Architect is searching for her prey under the cover of darkness, crawling across rooftops and slinking through alleyways in a shadowy blur of skittering legs. She moves without sound, cloaking her audible presence rather than her visual appearance, her grim mask occasionally looking out of the darkness before vanishing again.
She will find them, soon enough.
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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 young man covered in blood and holy water is chilling in the cat cafe
Iago is in the library, researching the history of Balios
A beaten-up figure is watching through a vent in the walls of the cat cafe. It seems to have gotten into the ventilation system
Iago can see the smoke of someone’s cigar behind a shelf nearby. He’s being watched, he can feel it.
'Oh, hello there'
The figure, all of a sudden, isn’t there anymore. It shifts, and suddenly it’s above him- no, behind him- no, right next to him- no, he can’t keep track of it. Its movement is utterly silent, besides a faint scuttle coming from… all directions, and its fast. Very, very fast. It’s just watching.
'Ah, hello darkness, my old friend.' Iago reaches out with his mind to try to grasp onto whatever is hunting him
What he finds is an endless, dark web of dreadfulness. The giggle of a little girl, and then, suddenly, the thing is behind him, hanging from the ceiling.
”we’ll Meet again, don’t know where, don’t know when! But I know we’ll meet again, some sunny day!” Says the creature.
'Oh, I'm sure that we will. Say, what brings you here? Are you here to look for the crazy, naive paranormalist Iago Hexton? Or are you here for who he really is?'
It considers, dropping down a few feet closer to the floor. It stays out of his sight at all times, but Iago can feel it breathing down his neck.
”well, that depends. Which one of you would be more fun to play with?” It says maliciously, now in a different voice, with a southern accent. “I’d sure love to meet both of them… see what goes on inside your head~”
Amatarou Ocha, a local Nightmare Lord, has put out a challenge. There are two Nightmares, Iago and Roadkill Charlie. He wants them broken.
Not dead, but ruined in every sense of the word and left in the alley behind Chunklo's Cat Cafe. You cannot kill anyone during this time or you are disqualified, and at any time Amatarou can send word to "up the pressure," meaning everyone has to put in more effort to make these guys' lives worse. Failure to act will also result in disqualification. Everything else is fair play.
So, what is he giving as a reward? Four supernaturally potent kamaitachi sickles and 10,000 dollars. Whoever causes the most harm to the two while leaving them with their agency and lives gets the prize, but failure to do enough will result in the loot being divided among the greatest punishers.
So, you in, friend?
The Architect is searching for her prey under the cover of darkness, crawling across rooftops and slinking through alleyways in a shadowy blur of skittering legs. She moves without sound, cloaking her audible presence rather than her visual appearance, her grim mask occasionally looking out of the darkness before vanishing again.
She will find them, soon enough.
She comes across the form of an unconscious humanoid curled up in one of the alleyways. It looks mostly human, though it is difficult to tell, as its limbs seem unnaturally elongated and its skin is deathly pale. It seems to be badly injured, whatever it is, covered in blood and bruises
The Architect is searching for her prey under the cover of darkness, crawling across rooftops and slinking through alleyways in a shadowy blur of skittering legs. She moves without sound, cloaking her audible presence rather than her visual appearance, her grim mask occasionally looking out of the darkness before vanishing again.
She will find them, soon enough.
She comes across the form of an unconscious humanoid curled up in one of the alleyways. It looks mostly human, though it is difficult to tell, as its limbs seem unnaturally elongated and its skin is deathly pale. It seems to be badly injured, whatever it is, covered in blood and bruises
There is a few seconds of the sound of snapping bones and shifting flesh, before the Architect walks over to the curled-up figure in her humanoid guise from the darkness of the alleyway. "What happened to you?.." She says to no one in particular, looking to see if they're still alive.
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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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"That depends on the deal, what are you offering?" He says as he continues to write, "Oh, and here's a little bit of information, for some reason I've always been able to see Nightmares, I'm a scientist, but I could never prove they were real to people who couldn't see them." He puts down his pencil "What was your human life like?"
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.)
“Fear of a hive mind. You may call it the internet. Fear it will consume everything.”
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
"Oh that's adorable. So you're quite the young one aren't you?" He says, walking into the waffle house.
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.)
"It was... brief. I died, and came back as something else that eventually became what I am now. I barely remember anything from my old life after all this time." She explains with unnerving nonchalance, as if discussing the weather. "Now, my offer: What if I told you there was a way you could learn everything there is to know about Nightmares? And that simple solution is... to become a Nightmare yourself. I could help you do that, but at the small price of your assistance in some of my own projects. What do you say?"
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)
“Yes. I’ve been slowly adding ports,” it holds up a small machine so Violence can see, “to things, mostly corpses, so I can hop in the driver’s seat all throughout the country.”
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
*The hunt is on!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*jfjsjdudieb catch me up please*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Wild Hunt Arc
Amatarou Ocha, a local Nightmare Lord, has put out a challenge. There are two Nightmares, Iago and Roadkill Charlie. He wants them broken.
Not dead, but ruined in every sense of the word and left in the alley behind Chunklo's Cat Cafe. You cannot kill anyone during this time or you are disqualified, and at any time Amatarou can send word to "up the pressure," meaning everyone has to put in more effort to make these guys' lives worse. Failure to act will also result in disqualification. Everything else is fair play.
So, what is he giving as a reward? Four supernaturally potent kamaitachi sickles and 10,000 dollars. Whoever causes the most harm to the two while leaving them with their agency and lives gets the prize, but failure to do enough will result in the loot being divided among the greatest punishers.
So, you in, friend?
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The Knight and Malachi have noticed this hunt. The Knight, while being one who used to bathe himself in violence, ignores this call to arms. Malachi does not, more so ready to render and tear anything he finds. The Knight gives Malachi a glare but does not stop him.
Malachi will join.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
The young man covered in blood and holy water is chilling in the cat cafe
Iago is in the library, researching the history of Balios
A beaten-up figure is watching through a vent in the walls of the cat cafe. It seems to have gotten into the ventilation system
🍅 PM me the word 'tomato' 🍅 Extended Signature Musk Sucks, Quit X!
Iago can see the smoke of someone’s cigar behind a shelf nearby. He’s being watched, he can feel it.
'Oh, hello there'
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The figure, all of a sudden, isn’t there anymore. It shifts, and suddenly it’s above him- no, behind him- no, right next to him- no, he can’t keep track of it. Its movement is utterly silent, besides a faint scuttle coming from… all directions, and its fast. Very, very fast. It’s just watching.
'Ah, hello darkness, my old friend.' Iago reaches out with his mind to try to grasp onto whatever is hunting him
🍅 PM me the word 'tomato' 🍅 Extended Signature Musk Sucks, Quit X!
What he finds is an endless, dark web of dreadfulness. The giggle of a little girl, and then, suddenly, the thing is behind him, hanging from the ceiling.
”we’ll Meet again, don’t know where, don’t know when! But I know we’ll meet again, some sunny day!” Says the creature.
'Oh, I'm sure that we will. Say, what brings you here? Are you here to look for the crazy, naive paranormalist Iago Hexton? Or are you here for who he really is?'
🍅 PM me the word 'tomato' 🍅 Extended Signature Musk Sucks, Quit X!
The Architect is searching for her prey under the cover of darkness, crawling across rooftops and slinking through alleyways in a shadowy blur of skittering legs. She moves without sound, cloaking her audible presence rather than her visual appearance, her grim mask occasionally looking out of the darkness before vanishing again.
She will find them, soon enough.
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)
It considers, dropping down a few feet closer to the floor. It stays out of his sight at all times, but Iago can feel it breathing down his neck.
”well, that depends. Which one of you would be more fun to play with?” It says maliciously, now in a different voice, with a southern accent. “I’d sure love to meet both of them… see what goes on inside your head~”
She comes across the form of an unconscious humanoid curled up in one of the alleyways. It looks mostly human, though it is difficult to tell, as its limbs seem unnaturally elongated and its skin is deathly pale. It seems to be badly injured, whatever it is, covered in blood and bruises
🍅 PM me the word 'tomato' 🍅 Extended Signature Musk Sucks, Quit X!
There is a few seconds of the sound of snapping bones and shifting flesh, before the Architect walks over to the curled-up figure in her humanoid guise from the darkness of the alleyway. "What happened to you?.." She says to no one in particular, looking to see if they're still alive.
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)