"I imagine so. Not sure what it proves exactly, but it's certainly real and nothing like anything I've seen before." Shrive growls at the metal. The other cats seem to be getting interested as well. "You might want to put that away before someone tries to eat it."
*No aliens in this world, but remember that Nightmares can be anything. Aliens are barely even a stretch.*
*Coolio, so Nightmares could be mistaken for aliens, how lovely.*
“You’re right, I wouldn’t want this discovery to lead to anything bad.” He ushers the metal cat back into the briefcase, closing it back up quickly and petting Shrive, “It’s okay, Shrive, the metal won’t hurt you as long as I don’t allow it to.”
"Besides, government goons have started showing up, and you might get Paperclipped." Shrive isn't purring, but he lays down and stops protesting.
He continues to pet them, taking off one of his gloves to reveal a hand made entirely of a similar metal, though not the same, “And we wouldn’t want that, the government never wants anyone to know the truth.”
She can see his teeth gleam. Perfect white. "I'm glad you like it. It's taken 200 years to get to this point. A good place to take a load off and relax. We've got no money, but everything we have is cheap anyway. Violent riots every ten years, like clockwork. You smell nice, by the way. Unusual for this place, what with the ennui and dread for the future. Either too much perfume or nowhere near enough. You'll be welcomed, even if you aren't the most 'normal' entrepreneur." The cats cuddle around her legs, acting just like normal, if affectionate animals suddenly.
She crouches down slightly to pet the cats, if they allow. "Glad to be here. If no one minds, I may set up shop outside of town, get things fully into gear. Fairgrounds tend to draw lots of attention- might be a nice distraction from the ennui and dread, too." She responds in a nonchalant manner.
They very much allow. "I don't care if they mind, I'm letting you set up wherever you want. I'll help you set up a cover story too, if you need one. You could help bring life back into this town, and regardless of whether the stiffs up top like it, we need that more than any 'marketability.' What market will we be serving if no one's around to serve?" He takes a slurp of his drink. "I'll be forever grateful if you can save my life."
She seems absolutely delighted, grinning ear to ear behind her mask in an uncomfortably literal sense, the very quiet sound of seams snapping as the sides of her disguise's mouth tear open. "Then I'll get to work setting up the fair- I'd be glad to help a friend in need. I think I would need a cover story- a theme park meant to harvest Dark Energy might attract the wrong kind of attention without explanation. Thank you." She produces a notepad and pen from different coat pockets and starts writing things down, but stops. "Say, are there any specific fair foods you think the town'd like? I want to make the fair seem as appealing as possible."
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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)
"Cats can love. Sort of." He paces for a bit, then goes back behind the counter and enters his usual position: hunched forward, steepled fingers. "Maybe I should take up something stupid, like drinking or gambling."
"You need to come and hunt with me, Ari. I never see you as much anymore."
He entwines his fingers, thinking. "Alright. I got no problem with that."
"Cats can love. Sort of." He paces for a bit, then goes back behind the counter and enters his usual position: hunched forward, steepled fingers. "Maybe I should take up something stupid, like drinking or gambling."
"You need to come and hunt with me, Ari. I never see you as much anymore."
He entwines his fingers, thinking. "Alright. I got no problem with that."
"How about tomorrow? I got a lead from Pesqin on a massive Nightmare hanging around this one guy. Guy kills women for fun." he finishes his drink.
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"Besides, government goons have started showing up, and you might get Paperclipped." Shrive isn't purring, but he lays down and stops protesting.
He continues to pet them, taking off one of his gloves to reveal a hand made entirely of a similar metal, though not the same, “And we wouldn’t want that, the government never wants anyone to know the truth.”
The Nightmare Lord doesn't comment, just observes. Shrive starts purring again.
"Besides, government goons have started showing up, and you might get Paperclipped." Shrive isn't purring, but he lays down and stops protesting.
He continues to pet them, taking off one of his gloves to reveal a hand made entirely of a similar metal, though not the same, “And we wouldn’t want that, the government never wants anyone to know the truth.”
The Nightmare Lord doesn't comment, just observes. Shrive starts purring again.
He smiles down at the cat, pulling down his collar so the cat can see his smile, surprisingly handsome, “Oh I didn’t tell you, I’m Zackery, but just call me Dib.”
They very much allow. "I don't care if they mind, I'm letting you set up wherever you want. I'll help you set up a cover story too, if you need one. You could help bring life back into this town, and regardless of whether the stiffs up top like it, we need that more than any 'marketability.' What market will we be serving if no one's around to serve?" He takes a slurp of his drink. "I'll be forever grateful if you can save my life."
She seems absolutely delighted, grinning ear to ear behind her mask in an uncomfortably literal sense, the very quiet sound of seams snapping as the sides of her disguise's mouth tear open. "Then I'll get to work setting up the fair- I'd be glad to help a friend in need. I think I would need a cover story- a theme park meant to harvest Dark Energy might attract the wrong kind of attention without explanation. Thank you." She produces a notepad and pen from different coat pockets and starts writing things down, but stops. "Say, are there any specific fair foods you think the town'd like? I want to make the fair seem as appealing as possible."
He chuckles. "Turkey legs, barbecue, corndogs, just meat. Protein is a rarity here. Borderline food desert, actually, so bring whatever you think is edible. They'll eat it and love it."
He entwines his fingers, thinking. "Alright. I got no problem with that."
"How about tomorrow? I got a lead from Pesqin on a massive Nightmare hanging around this one guy. Guy kills women for fun." he finishes his drink.
"Hm. Cats could use some supplementary calcium from his fingerbones. Plus, my schedule and conscience are clear that day."
"Perfect, it's a date." he chuckles, feeding one of the many cats "I can also make a donation of some of his Nightmare's energy. something as big as this one might need to be drained."
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They very much allow. "I don't care if they mind, I'm letting you set up wherever you want. I'll help you set up a cover story too, if you need one. You could help bring life back into this town, and regardless of whether the stiffs up top like it, we need that more than any 'marketability.' What market will we be serving if no one's around to serve?" He takes a slurp of his drink. "I'll be forever grateful if you can save my life."
She seems absolutely delighted, grinning ear to ear behind her mask in an uncomfortably literal sense, the very quiet sound of seams snapping as the sides of her disguise's mouth tear open. "Then I'll get to work setting up the fair- I'd be glad to help a friend in need. I think I would need a cover story- a theme park meant to harvest Dark Energy might attract the wrong kind of attention without explanation. Thank you." She produces a notepad and pen from different coat pockets and starts writing things down, but stops. "Say, are there any specific fair foods you think the town'd like? I want to make the fair seem as appealing as possible."
He chuckles. "Turkey legs, barbecue, corndogs, just meat. Protein is a rarity here. Borderline food desert, actually, so bring whatever you think is edible. They'll eat it and love it."
"Wonderful. I'll include the whole menu, then- and maybe a few unique items, to help draw more attention." She chuckles as well, seeming absolutely giddy as she thinks of what to add next- her plan is going even better than she could have hoped.
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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 Nightmare Lord doesn't comment, just observes. Shrive starts purring again.
He smiles down at the cat, pulling down his collar so the cat can see his smile, surprisingly handsome, “Oh I didn’t tell you, I’m Zackery, but just call me Dib.”
The cat takes it in, then gives him a little lick on the face.
"Nice to meet you, Dib. I'm Amatarou Ocha. Come back often, alright? Cats are good luck and boba is good for the brain."
The Nightmare Lord doesn't comment, just observes. Shrive starts purring again.
He smiles down at the cat, pulling down his collar so the cat can see his smile, surprisingly handsome, “Oh I didn’t tell you, I’m Zackery, but just call me Dib.”
The cat takes it in, then gives him a little lick on the face.
"Nice to meet you, Dib. I'm Amatarou Ocha. Come back often, alright? Cats are good luck and boba is good for the brain."
“I think I will, after all, I wouldn’t want to leave Shrive and never come back.” He takes the little kitty kisses before standing up, taking his briefcase, “I should be off, I’ve got work to get on. If you ever feel like calling.” He puts a business card down on the table, pulling up his collar and walking out.
"Hm. Cats could use some supplementary calcium from his fingerbones. Plus, my schedule and conscience are clear that day."
"Perfect, it's a date." he chuckles, feeding one of the many cats "I can also make a donation of some of his Nightmare's energy. something as big as this one might need to be drained."
The others begin to gather around. "I'll take care of the Nightmare. Home field advantage."
He chuckles. "Turkey legs, barbecue, corndogs, just meat. Protein is a rarity here. Borderline food desert, actually, so bring whatever you think is edible. They'll eat it and love it."
"Wonderful. I'll include the whole menu, then- and maybe a few unique items, to help draw more attention." She chuckles as well, seeming absolutely giddy as she thinks of what to add next- her plan is going even better than she could have hoped.
The new Balios bar is holding an anniversary party.
the old Balios bar, next door, is Also occupied, though nobody bothers to check it, as it’s too unsafe and probably just some squatters.
from the ventilation and windows of the new Balios bar, the mother of puppets watches the party with glee. Each of its eight eyes chooses a different target, and the enormous creature slinks away to a different part of the ventilation system. The mother remains undetected, the scuttling filtered out of the minds of those who hear it, unaware of the ungodly creature in the bar with them. Soon, it’ll enter the party in human disguise.
"Hm. Cats could use some supplementary calcium from his fingerbones. Plus, my schedule and conscience are clear that day."
"Perfect, it's a date." he chuckles, feeding one of the many cats "I can also make a donation of some of his Nightmare's energy. something as big as this one might need to be drained."
The others begin to gather around. "I'll take care of the Nightmare. Home field advantage."
"But the immense emotion in there might overload your circuits. Plus, I've been starved for a while. We can work on the Nightmare together after I sedate the guy." he feeds every one he can with he food Arimatou gave him
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*fun fact for y’all, the Mother of Puppets’ true form is about the size of a large mammoth. Despite that, it only makes noise when it wants to, and its weight and number of joints isn’t exactly defined. The Mother’s form is similar to a Drider, it’s top half is a warped human, it’s bottom half is a spider. In addition, multiple giant marionettes follow the creature, controlled by it’s many legs.*
He continues to pet them, taking off one of his gloves to reveal a hand made entirely of a similar metal, though not the same, “And we wouldn’t want that, the government never wants anyone to know the truth.”
She seems absolutely delighted, grinning ear to ear behind her mask in an uncomfortably literal sense, the very quiet sound of seams snapping as the sides of her disguise's mouth tear open. "Then I'll get to work setting up the fair- I'd be glad to help a friend in need. I think I would need a cover story- a theme park meant to harvest Dark Energy might attract the wrong kind of attention without explanation. Thank you." She produces a notepad and pen from different coat pockets and starts writing things down, but stops. "Say, are there any specific fair foods you think the town'd like? I want to make the fair seem as appealing as possible."
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 entwines his fingers, thinking. "Alright. I got no problem with that."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
"How about tomorrow? I got a lead from Pesqin on a massive Nightmare hanging around this one guy. Guy kills women for fun." he finishes his drink.
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The Nightmare Lord doesn't comment, just observes. Shrive starts purring again.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
He smiles down at the cat, pulling down his collar so the cat can see his smile, surprisingly handsome, “Oh I didn’t tell you, I’m Zackery, but just call me Dib.”
He chuckles. "Turkey legs, barbecue, corndogs, just meat. Protein is a rarity here. Borderline food desert, actually, so bring whatever you think is edible. They'll eat it and love it."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
"Hm. Cats could use some supplementary calcium from his fingerbones. Plus, my schedule and conscience are clear that day."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
"Perfect, it's a date." he chuckles, feeding one of the many cats "I can also make a donation of some of his Nightmare's energy. something as big as this one might need to be drained."
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"Wonderful. I'll include the whole menu, then- and maybe a few unique items, to help draw more attention." She chuckles as well, seeming absolutely giddy as she thinks of what to add next- her plan is going even better than she could have hoped.
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 cat takes it in, then gives him a little lick on the face.
"Nice to meet you, Dib. I'm Amatarou Ocha. Come back often, alright? Cats are good luck and boba is good for the brain."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
“I think I will, after all, I wouldn’t want to leave Shrive and never come back.” He takes the little kitty kisses before standing up, taking his briefcase, “I should be off, I’ve got work to get on. If you ever feel like calling.” He puts a business card down on the table, pulling up his collar and walking out.
The others begin to gather around. "I'll take care of the Nightmare. Home field advantage."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
"Just... a quick question. Why Balios?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
*I gtg, but thank you all so much for playing with me! I love you all!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
The new Balios bar is holding an anniversary party.
the old Balios bar, next door, is Also occupied, though nobody bothers to check it, as it’s too unsafe and probably just some squatters.
from the ventilation and windows of the new Balios bar, the mother of puppets watches the party with glee. Each of its eight eyes chooses a different target, and the enormous creature slinks away to a different part of the ventilation system. The mother remains undetected, the scuttling filtered out of the minds of those who hear it, unaware of the ungodly creature in the bar with them. Soon, it’ll enter the party in human disguise.
"But the immense emotion in there might overload your circuits. Plus, I've been starved for a while. We can work on the Nightmare together after I sedate the guy." he feeds every one he can with he food Arimatou gave him
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*fun fact for y’all, the Mother of Puppets’ true form is about the size of a large mammoth. Despite that, it only makes noise when it wants to, and its weight and number of joints isn’t exactly defined. The Mother’s form is similar to a Drider, it’s top half is a warped human, it’s bottom half is a spider. In addition, multiple giant marionettes follow the creature, controlled by it’s many legs.*
*assuming the internet is done for you, goodnight Baal!*
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*bye, Baalz!*