Roadkill Charlie is blasting his way through the downtown area. A streak of red smeared across the roadways. Pedestrians shoot many ugly glares at him while a few children watch in awe.
*Oh dear, it's been a long while since I've revisited Balios. Let's change that.*
The Masquerade Fair has been a wondrous success so far, raking in profits both material and immaterial from those wishing to ignore their woes through a careful blend of hair-raising attractions and overly sugary food (even the grilled and barbequed meats have the distinctive taste of caramel alongside their usual spices). The Architect has been strangely absent from the fairgrounds, though- she's been dividing her time between hunting down Iago to exact revenge on Amatarou's behalf, and a small project she's been working on in the meantime. Mr. Ocha and the Mother of Puppets can both notice emerald-green envelopes in places around their lairs that only the two of them would think to look- each envelope closed by a gold-colored wax seal. Whatever is she planning?
Cassandra has been gathering information to the best of her ability for the last few days, trying to record every detail she can to compile into a report. She's known since she first set foot into this Hellmouth that she's going to need a lot of back-up to sort this mess out, but it's worse than even she first anticipated- there's at least three (three!) Nightmare Lords here, and evidence that they're working together to an extent. She'll likely need to get some of the higher-ups back at NEO involved, and that's exactly what she's currently planning to do. Once she's sure that no one else is listening, she makes a very important phone call.
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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)
*Oh dear, it's been a long while since I've revisited Balios. Let's change that.*
Cassandra has been gathering information to the best of her ability for the last few days, trying to record every detail she can to compile into a report. She's known since she first set foot into this Hellmouth that she's going to need a lot of back-up to sort this mess out, but it's worse than even she first anticipated- there's at least three (three!) Nightmare Lords here, and evidence that they're working together to an extent. She'll likely need to get some of the higher-ups back at NEO involved, and that's exactly what she's currently planning to do. Once she's sure that no one else is listening, she makes a very important phone call.
You are just starting your phone call when a red six four impala rolls by and into a nearby parking spot. It is blasting loud music out of the radio:
DARN AND DANG AND GOSH AND GOLLY! WHO REALLY CARES FOR THE FORTUNATES FOLLY?
*Oh dear, it's been a long while since I've revisited Balios. Let's change that.*
Cassandra has been gathering information to the best of her ability for the last few days, trying to record every detail she can to compile into a report. She's known since she first set foot into this Hellmouth that she's going to need a lot of back-up to sort this mess out, but it's worse than even she first anticipated- there's at least three (three!) Nightmare Lords here, and evidence that they're working together to an extent. She'll likely need to get some of the higher-ups back at NEO involved, and that's exactly what she's currently planning to do. Once she's sure that no one else is listening, she makes a very important phone call.
You are just starting your phone call when a red six four impala rolls by and into a nearby parking spot. It is blasting loud music out of the radio:
DARN AND DANG AND GOSH AND GOLLY! WHO REALLY CARES FOR THE FORTUNATES FOLLY?
"Hey, boss. This place is going to [1GP] faster than any of us thought it would. It's category Eight at least- breaches might start forming in the next few weeks if we aren't... quick..." She trails off as she hears the music blaring from the car across the street from her- she can see it pulling into the parking lot from the alley she's standing in. She quietly curses to herself, before continuing. "I'm sorry, but I'll have to call you back once there's no one around. I'll send the report first thing tomorrow." And with that, she hangs up, putting her flip-phone back in her coat pocket.
Cassandra is somewhat curious, though. She carefully steps out of the alleyway, sitting on a bench and 'reading' a small book she takes out of her pocket, making sure to keep the aberrant vehicle- and its owner- in her sights the whole time.
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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)
*Oh dear, it's been a long while since I've revisited Balios. Let's change that.*
Cassandra has been gathering information to the best of her ability for the last few days, trying to record every detail she can to compile into a report. She's known since she first set foot into this Hellmouth that she's going to need a lot of back-up to sort this mess out, but it's worse than even she first anticipated- there's at least three (three!) Nightmare Lords here, and evidence that they're working together to an extent. She'll likely need to get some of the higher-ups back at NEO involved, and that's exactly what she's currently planning to do. Once she's sure that no one else is listening, she makes a very important phone call.
You are just starting your phone call when a red six four impala rolls by and into a nearby parking spot. It is blasting loud music out of the radio:
DARN AND DANG AND GOSH AND GOLLY! WHO REALLY CARES FOR THE FORTUNATES FOLLY?
"Hey, boss. This place is going to [1GP] faster than any of us thought it would. It's category Eight at least- breaches might start forming in the next few weeks if we aren't... quick..." She trails off as she hears the music blaring from the car across the street from her- she can see it pulling into the parking lot from the alley she's standing in. She quietly curses to herself, before continuing. "I'm sorry, but I'll have to call you back once there's no one around. I'll send the report first thing tomorrow." And with that, she hangs up, putting her flip-phone back in her coat pocket.
Cassandra is somewhat curious, though. She carefully steps out of the alleyway, sitting on a bench and 'reading' a small book she takes out of her pocket, making sure to keep the aberrant vehicle- and its owner- in her sights the whole time.
HAUNTED HOLIDAYS! WHEN THE SPECTATORS ARE ON DISPLAY! THE AUDIENCE IS THE SHOW TODAY! THE WATCHERS ARE WHAT IS ON THE SCREEN! SO LET ME TELL YOU WHY CLOWNS DON’T WHERE GREEN!
The door of the car opens and a punk with bright yellow hair steps out. His eyes lock onto you.
*Sorry, I had to move some furniture. Please ignore the font, mobile always gets messed up for me.*
*Oh dear, it's been a long while since I've revisited Balios. Let's change that.*
Cassandra has been gathering information to the best of her ability for the last few days, trying to record every detail she can to compile into a report. She's known since she first set foot into this Hellmouth that she's going to need a lot of back-up to sort this mess out, but it's worse than even she first anticipated- there's at least three (three!) Nightmare Lords here, and evidence that they're working together to an extent. She'll likely need to get some of the higher-ups back at NEO involved, and that's exactly what she's currently planning to do. Once she's sure that no one else is listening, she makes a very important phone call.
You are just starting your phone call when a red six four impala rolls by and into a nearby parking spot. It is blasting loud music out of the radio:
DARN AND DANG AND GOSH AND GOLLY! WHO REALLY CARES FOR THE FORTUNATES FOLLY?
"Hey, boss. This place is going to [1GP] faster than any of us thought it would. It's category Eight at least- breaches might start forming in the next few weeks if we aren't... quick..." She trails off as she hears the music blaring from the car across the street from her- she can see it pulling into the parking lot from the alley she's standing in. She quietly curses to herself, before continuing. "I'm sorry, but I'll have to call you back once there's no one around. I'll send the report first thing tomorrow." And with that, she hangs up, putting her flip-phone back in her coat pocket.
Cassandra is somewhat curious, though. She carefully steps out of the alleyway, sitting on a bench and 'reading' a small book she takes out of her pocket, making sure to keep the aberrant vehicle- and its owner- in her sights the whole time.
HAUNTED HOLIDAYS! WHEN THE SPECTATORS ARE ON DISPLAY! THE AUDIENCE IS THE SHOW TODAY! THE WATCHERS ARE WHAT IS ON THE SCREEN! SO LET ME TELL YOU WHY CLOWNS DON’T WHERE GREEN!
The door of the car opens and a punk with bright yellow hair steps out. His eyes lock onto you.
*Sorry, I had to move some furniture. Please ignore the font, mobile always gets messed up for me.*
*Don't worry, it's all good. No apologies necessary.*
She notices him and is immediately on guard, but doesn't do anything just yet. She instead just watches from the bench, equally curious and anticipating a fight.
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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)
*Don't worry, it's all good. No apologies necessary.*
She notices him and is immediately on guard, but doesn't do anything just yet. She instead just watches from the bench, equally curious and anticipating a fight.
I'M VERY MUCH AFRAID IT WAS ALL IN YOU MIND! IF YOU HAVEN'T BEEN MURDERED, I CAN ONLY SAY BETTER LUCK NEXT TIME!
The punk moves to the trunk and reaches for the handle, but stops. He then heads straight to you, "Whatcha reading?"
*Don't worry, it's all good. No apologies necessary.*
She notices him and is immediately on guard, but doesn't do anything just yet. She instead just watches from the bench, equally curious and anticipating a fight.
I'M VERY MUCH AFRAID IT WAS ALL IN YOU MIND! IF YOU HAVEN'T BEEN MURDERED, I CAN ONLY SAY BETTER LUCK NEXT TIME!
The punk moves to the trunk and reaches for the handle, but stops. He then heads straight to you, "Whatcha reading?"
She looks up at him as though she only just now noticed him. "House of Leaves." She responds, holding up the book in question so he can see. "If you like mystery and building suspense, I recommend it."
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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)
She looks up at him as though she only just now noticed him. "House of Leaves." She responds, holding up the book in question so he can see. "If you like mystery and building suspense, I recommend it."
"I'll add it to my book list. Sounds real interesting. What's it about?"
She looks up at him as though she only just now noticed him. "House of Leaves." She responds, holding up the book in question so he can see. "If you like mystery and building suspense, I recommend it."
"I'll add it to my book list. Sounds real interesting. What's it about?"
"A family moves into their new house, only to find that it's bigger on the inside than the outside. Panic and madness ensues. It's debated if it's a house at all. I won't say much else- I don't want to spoil anything." She replies, her demeanor seeming oddly casual, though her eyes remain fixed on him.
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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)
"A family moves into their new house, only to find that it's bigger on the inside than the outside. Panic and madness ensues. It's debated if it's a house at all. I won't say much else- I don't want to spoil anything." She replies, her demeanor seeming oddly casual, though her eyes remain fixed on him.
"Ooh, a haunted house story. Those are always fun." He says with a smile, "What do you think about haunted houses? Do you believe in ghosts and ghouls?"
*oh ok nevermind they can see me*
Male: 16
Take the log out of your eye before you take out the splinter in someone else's eye.
Claimed by SilverRaccoon3
---------> JADE MOUNTAIN <--------
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'Ah, hello there. Nice day, isn't it?' says the hazmat guy, calling up to the rooftop
🍅 PM me the word 'tomato' 🍅 Extended Signature Musk Sucks, Quit X!
*hello?*
🍅 PM me the word 'tomato' 🍅 Extended Signature Musk Sucks, Quit X!
*guess this place is dead lol*
🍅 PM me the word 'tomato' 🍅 Extended Signature Musk Sucks, Quit X!
*oop sorry* "How'd you see me?"
Male: 16
Take the log out of your eye before you take out the splinter in someone else's eye.
Claimed by SilverRaccoon3
---------> JADE MOUNTAIN <--------
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You should join https://www.dndbeyond.com/forums/off-topic/adohands-kitchen/218851-the-inheritance-cycle-eragon *
Male: 16
Take the log out of your eye before you take out the splinter in someone else's eye.
Claimed by SilverRaccoon3
---------> JADE MOUNTAIN <--------
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*hi*
🍅 PM me the word 'tomato' 🍅 Extended Signature Musk Sucks, Quit X!
*this place dead lol rip*
🍅 PM me the word 'tomato' 🍅 Extended Signature Musk Sucks, Quit X!
* hopefully not I will try to get arch on*
Artise🖌️🎨
Totally not part Asian🍜
Has cars (cats) 🐱🐈🐈⬛😸😹😺😻😼😽😾😿🙀
Roadkill Charlie is blasting his way through the downtown area. A streak of red smeared across the roadways. Pedestrians shoot many ugly glares at him while a few children watch in awe.
*Oh dear, it's been a long while since I've revisited Balios. Let's change that.*
The Masquerade Fair has been a wondrous success so far, raking in profits both material and immaterial from those wishing to ignore their woes through a careful blend of hair-raising attractions and overly sugary food (even the grilled and barbequed meats have the distinctive taste of caramel alongside their usual spices). The Architect has been strangely absent from the fairgrounds, though- she's been dividing her time between hunting down Iago to exact revenge on Amatarou's behalf, and a small project she's been working on in the meantime. Mr. Ocha and the Mother of Puppets can both notice emerald-green envelopes in places around their lairs that only the two of them would think to look- each envelope closed by a gold-colored wax seal. Whatever is she planning?
Cassandra has been gathering information to the best of her ability for the last few days, trying to record every detail she can to compile into a report. She's known since she first set foot into this Hellmouth that she's going to need a lot of back-up to sort this mess out, but it's worse than even she first anticipated- there's at least three (three!) Nightmare Lords here, and evidence that they're working together to an extent. She'll likely need to get some of the higher-ups back at NEO involved, and that's exactly what she's currently planning to do. Once she's sure that no one else is listening, she makes a very important phone call.
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 are just starting your phone call when a red six four impala rolls by and into a nearby parking spot. It is blasting loud music out of the radio:
DARN AND DANG AND GOSH AND GOLLY! WHO REALLY CARES FOR THE FORTUNATES FOLLY?
"Hey, boss. This place is going to [1GP] faster than any of us thought it would. It's category Eight at least- breaches might start forming in the next few weeks if we aren't... quick..." She trails off as she hears the music blaring from the car across the street from her- she can see it pulling into the parking lot from the alley she's standing in. She quietly curses to herself, before continuing. "I'm sorry, but I'll have to call you back once there's no one around. I'll send the report first thing tomorrow." And with that, she hangs up, putting her flip-phone back in her coat pocket.
Cassandra is somewhat curious, though. She carefully steps out of the alleyway, sitting on a bench and 'reading' a small book she takes out of her pocket, making sure to keep the aberrant vehicle- and its owner- in her sights the whole time.
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)
HAUNTED HOLIDAYS! WHEN THE SPECTATORS ARE ON DISPLAY! THE AUDIENCE IS THE SHOW TODAY! THE WATCHERS ARE WHAT IS ON THE SCREEN! SO LET ME TELL YOU WHY CLOWNS DON’T WHERE GREEN!
The door of the car opens and a punk with bright yellow hair steps out. His eyes lock onto you.
*Sorry, I had to move some furniture. Please ignore the font, mobile always gets messed up for me.*
*Don't worry, it's all good. No apologies necessary.*
She notices him and is immediately on guard, but doesn't do anything just yet. She instead just watches from the bench, equally curious and anticipating a fight.
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 VERY MUCH AFRAID IT WAS ALL IN YOU MIND! IF YOU HAVEN'T BEEN MURDERED, I CAN ONLY SAY BETTER LUCK NEXT TIME!
The punk moves to the trunk and reaches for the handle, but stops. He then heads straight to you, "Whatcha reading?"
She looks up at him as though she only just now noticed him. "House of Leaves." She responds, holding up the book in question so he can see. "If you like mystery and building suspense, I recommend it."
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'll add it to my book list. Sounds real interesting. What's it about?"
"A family moves into their new house, only to find that it's bigger on the inside than the outside. Panic and madness ensues. It's debated if it's a house at all. I won't say much else- I don't want to spoil anything." She replies, her demeanor seeming oddly casual, though her eyes remain fixed on him.
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)
"Ooh, a haunted house story. Those are always fun." He says with a smile, "What do you think about haunted houses? Do you believe in ghosts and ghouls?"