"Wrong answer." He raises an eyebrow and grinds the stalk between his forefinger and thumb until the tips of his fingers are smeared in glistening moisture. "Killed a man? That's a little loud. Where is this new clubhouse? I haven't exactly been trying to hide but it might be nice to have a spot to put up my feet."
'To be free of the bounty? Is that what you'd wish for? The clubhouse is house number 66, on 5th Street. If you don't mind, we have another ally staying there. A little kooky, but he won't harm you, I'll make sure of that'
*did you see the murder Iago committed to get the house?*
"Nope. Would you believe me if I said I spent it on world peace?" He says with a smile. "Who on earth would ally themselves with us when we got a bounty hovering over our heads?"
*No but I can go back and read it.*
'I'm not sure if I would believe that. I can see a certain version of world peace being something to wish for, I'll give it that, though. And as for who is with us, they're not exactly Mr Popular themselves, but they got a few neat abilities. They're a shapeshifter.'
*The body of a man was found in the town square, hung from a flagpole. Underneath it was daubed the message 'Here hangs a child murderer, no worse than you'*
"Well, I can't actually tell you what I wished for. Then it would never come true." He flicks the smashed dandelion stalk over his shoulder. "Shapeshifter huh? Those sort are pretty cool. Imagine, waking up one day as one person and deciding the next day to be someone else entirely. Ha! It'd be awful."
"Wrong answer." He raises an eyebrow and grinds the stalk between his forefinger and thumb until the tips of his fingers are smeared in glistening moisture. "Killed a man? That's a little loud. Where is this new clubhouse? I haven't exactly been trying to hide but it might be nice to have a spot to put up my feet."
'To be free of the bounty? Is that what you'd wish for? The clubhouse is house number 66, on 5th Street. If you don't mind, we have another ally staying there. A little kooky, but he won't harm you, I'll make sure of that'
*did you see the murder Iago committed to get the house?*
"Nope. Would you believe me if I said I spent it on world peace?" He says with a smile. "Who on earth would ally themselves with us when we got a bounty hovering over our heads?"
*No but I can go back and read it.*
'I'm not sure if I would believe that. I can see a certain version of world peace being something to wish for, I'll give it that, though. And as for who is with us, they're not exactly Mr Popular themselves, but they got a few neat abilities. They're a shapeshifter.'
*The body of a man was found in the town square, hung from a flagpole. Underneath it was daubed the message 'Here hangs a child murderer, no worse than you'*
"Well, I can't actually tell you what I wished for. Then it would never come true." He flicks the smashed dandelion stalk over his shoulder. "Shapeshifter huh? Those sort are pretty cool. Imagine, waking up one day as one person and deciding the next day to be someone else entirely. Ha! It'd be awful."
*I did see that part. Very subtle.*
'That's fair. He is pretty cool, rather bloodthirsty, but we need people who aren't afraid to get their hands dirty. Metaphorically speaking, of course. I'm a total hygiene freak. It's a nice house, very basic, very bland, typical middle class dwelling. Got a brand new red carpet as well. Could give you a room, and you could run wild, paint the walls, do whatever you young folks do'
"Well, I can't actually tell you what I wished for. Then it would never come true." He flicks the smashed dandelion stalk over his shoulder. "Shapeshifter huh? Those sort are pretty cool. Imagine, waking up one day as one person and deciding the next day to be someone else entirely. Ha! It'd be awful."
*I did see that part. Very subtle.*
'That's fair. He is pretty cool, rather bloodthirsty, but we need people who aren't afraid to get their hands dirty. Metaphorically speaking, of course. I'm a total hygiene freak. It's a nice house, very basic, very bland, typical middle class dwelling. Got a brand new red carpet as well. Could give you a room, and you could run wild, paint the walls, do whatever you young folks do'
He smirks, "Sounds great. I heard the previous tenant was a murderer. Is that true?"
A familiar shock of bleached blonde hair can be seen moving through the window of a convenience store. A red impala with a black heart painted onto the hood is parked out front.
She smiles to herself, jumping down from the rooftop and violently contorting herself back into her human disguise as she walks over to the store. She walks through the automatic doors, ambling over to the small shelf of snack foods, keeping Charlie in her field of vision the whole time.
It is most definitely Charlie right there. He has opened a large red lollipop and is sucking on it while examining a baseball card that came in the package. It doesn't look like he has paid for it yet, but the cashier is busy sorting postcards on a revolving display stand. A pop star sings about her high school crush quietly over the store's speakers.
She picks up a small bag of some variety of pretzels from the shelf, silently walking around the shelf and near him. "Which one'd you get?" She asks quietly, though loud enough for Charlie to hear.
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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)
"Well, I can't actually tell you what I wished for. Then it would never come true." He flicks the smashed dandelion stalk over his shoulder. "Shapeshifter huh? Those sort are pretty cool. Imagine, waking up one day as one person and deciding the next day to be someone else entirely. Ha! It'd be awful."
*I did see that part. Very subtle.*
'That's fair. He is pretty cool, rather bloodthirsty, but we need people who aren't afraid to get their hands dirty. Metaphorically speaking, of course. I'm a total hygiene freak. It's a nice house, very basic, very bland, typical middle class dwelling. Got a brand new red carpet as well. Could give you a room, and you could run wild, paint the walls, do whatever you young folks do'
He smirks, "Sounds great. I heard the previous tenant was a murderer. Is that true?"
'He killed both his kids, yeah. Didn't have to, but that was what he chose.'
*in reality, Iago forced him to choose between either killing one of them, or gambling on a dice roll between either none or both of the kids dying. So technically, yeah, he didn't have to kill both, he chose to take the risk of killing both in the hope that it might have spared both of them*
A familiar shock of bleached blonde hair can be seen moving through the window of a convenience store. A red impala with a black heart painted onto the hood is parked out front.
She smiles to herself, jumping down from the rooftop and violently contorting herself back into her human disguise as she walks over to the store. She walks through the automatic doors, ambling over to the small shelf of snack foods, keeping Charlie in her field of vision the whole time.
It is most definitely Charlie right there. He has opened a large red lollipop and is sucking on it while examining a baseball card that came in the package. It doesn't look like he has paid for it yet, but the cashier is busy sorting postcards on a revolving display stand. A pop star sings about her high school crush quietly over the store's speakers.
She picks up a small bag of some variety of pretzels from the shelf, silently walking around the shelf and near him. "Which one'd you get?" She asks quietly, though loud enough for Charlie to hear.
He looks up at you, the lollipop stick poking out from between his lips which spread in a wide smile. He mutters quietly in response, so as not to alert the cashier, "Some random dude I've never heard of. Maybe he's worth something though. I'm thinking about starting a collection."
"Well, I can't actually tell you what I wished for. Then it would never come true." He flicks the smashed dandelion stalk over his shoulder. "Shapeshifter huh? Those sort are pretty cool. Imagine, waking up one day as one person and deciding the next day to be someone else entirely. Ha! It'd be awful."
*I did see that part. Very subtle.*
'That's fair. He is pretty cool, rather bloodthirsty, but we need people who aren't afraid to get their hands dirty. Metaphorically speaking, of course. I'm a total hygiene freak. It's a nice house, very basic, very bland, typical middle class dwelling. Got a brand new red carpet as well. Could give you a room, and you could run wild, paint the walls, do whatever you young folks do'
He smirks, "Sounds great. I heard the previous tenant was a murderer. Is that true?"
'He killed both his kids, yeah. Didn't have to, but that was what he chose.'
*in reality, Iago forced him to choose between either killing one of them, or gambling on a dice roll between either none or both of the kids dying. So technically, yeah, he didn't have to kill both, he chose to take the risk of killing both in the hope that it might have spared both of them*
"Yeah, that's sick. And not in the good way." He springs up from the ground.
"Well, I can't actually tell you what I wished for. Then it would never come true." He flicks the smashed dandelion stalk over his shoulder. "Shapeshifter huh? Those sort are pretty cool. Imagine, waking up one day as one person and deciding the next day to be someone else entirely. Ha! It'd be awful."
*I did see that part. Very subtle.*
'That's fair. He is pretty cool, rather bloodthirsty, but we need people who aren't afraid to get their hands dirty. Metaphorically speaking, of course. I'm a total hygiene freak. It's a nice house, very basic, very bland, typical middle class dwelling. Got a brand new red carpet as well. Could give you a room, and you could run wild, paint the walls, do whatever you young folks do'
He smirks, "Sounds great. I heard the previous tenant was a murderer. Is that true?"
'He killed both his kids, yeah. Didn't have to, but that was what he chose.'
*in reality, Iago forced him to choose between either killing one of them, or gambling on a dice roll between either none or both of the kids dying. So technically, yeah, he didn't have to kill both, he chose to take the risk of killing both in the hope that it might have spared both of them*
"Yeah, that's sick. And not in the good way." He springs up from the ground.
'Indeed. It sure is good to get a win, though. How have things been going with you? Seen anything significant? Any hunters?'
A familiar shock of bleached blonde hair can be seen moving through the window of a convenience store. A red impala with a black heart painted onto the hood is parked out front.
She smiles to herself, jumping down from the rooftop and violently contorting herself back into her human disguise as she walks over to the store. She walks through the automatic doors, ambling over to the small shelf of snack foods, keeping Charlie in her field of vision the whole time.
It is most definitely Charlie right there. He has opened a large red lollipop and is sucking on it while examining a baseball card that came in the package. It doesn't look like he has paid for it yet, but the cashier is busy sorting postcards on a revolving display stand. A pop star sings about her high school crush quietly over the store's speakers.
She picks up a small bag of some variety of pretzels from the shelf, silently walking around the shelf and near him. "Which one'd you get?" She asks quietly, though loud enough for Charlie to hear.
He looks up at you, the lollipop stick poking out from between his lips which spread in a wide smile. He mutters quietly in response, so as not to alert the cashier, "Some random dude I've never heard of. Maybe he's worth something though. I'm thinking about starting a collection."
"Oh, cool. I tried collecting bottle caps a long while back- good luck on your collection. You'll need to be quick about getting them, though." She responds in an equally hushed tone... wait, was her mask always smiling like that? "You know there's cameras here, right? What say we step outside and have a chat before they notice?"
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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)
"Yeah, that's sick. And not in the good way." He springs up from the ground.
'Indeed. It sure is good to get a win, though. How have things been going with you? Seen anything significant? Any hunters?'
"Sure have. I've made so many fantastic friends. Most of them hit a lot harder than I'll ever be able to hit them but that just makes things more fun. Still, not one of them can move as fast as I do."
"Yeah, that's sick. And not in the good way." He springs up from the ground.
'Indeed. It sure is good to get a win, though. How have things been going with you? Seen anything significant? Any hunters?'
"Sure have. I've made so many fantastic friends. Most of them hit a lot harder than I'll ever be able to hit them but that just makes things more fun. Still, not one of them can move as fast as I do."
'That's good. The more allies in this place, the better. Might be able to stand up to the mob that wants us dead'
He looks up at you, the lollipop stick poking out from between his lips which spread in a wide smile. He mutters quietly in response, so as not to alert the cashier, "Some random dude I've never heard of. Maybe he's worth something though. I'm thinking about starting a collection."
"Oh, cool. I tried collecting bottle caps a long while back- good luck on your collection. You'll need to be quick about getting them, though." She responds in an equally hushed tone... wait, was her mask always smiling like that? "You know there's cameras here, right? What say we step outside and have a chat before they notice?"
He glances up at the cashier and then at the camera in the corner. "Hold on, I gotta pay for this sucker." He walks over to counter and the cashier sees him and gives him a dark look but goes round the counter. The cheesy pop song screeches over the sound system morphing into a wilder song with beating drums and screaming guitars. "Oh hey, I love this station." grins Charlie.
He looks up at you, the lollipop stick poking out from between his lips which spread in a wide smile. He mutters quietly in response, so as not to alert the cashier, "Some random dude I've never heard of. Maybe he's worth something though. I'm thinking about starting a collection."
"Oh, cool. I tried collecting bottle caps a long while back- good luck on your collection. You'll need to be quick about getting them, though." She responds in an equally hushed tone... wait, was her mask always smiling like that? "You know there's cameras here, right? What say we step outside and have a chat before they notice?"
He glances up at the cashier and then at the camera in the corner. "Hold on, I gotta pay for this sucker." He walks over to counter and the cashier sees him and gives him a dark look but goes round the counter. The cheesy pop song screeches over the sound system morphing into a wilder song with beating drums and screaming guitars. "Oh hey, I love this station." grins Charlie.
The cashier looks confused, "I didn't..."
"Ah, right. Almost forgot, it's been so long." After he's done paying, she pays for the pretzels- entirely in coins that were seemingly all minted in the 70's and 80's- before leaving the store, waiting for 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)
"Yeah, that's sick. And not in the good way." He springs up from the ground.
'Indeed. It sure is good to get a win, though. How have things been going with you? Seen anything significant? Any hunters?'
"Sure have. I've made so many fantastic friends. Most of them hit a lot harder than I'll ever be able to hit them but that just makes things more fun. Still, not one of them can move as fast as I do."
'That's good. The more allies in this place, the better. Might be able to stand up to the mob that wants us dead'
"Heh, sorry, by friends I meant Nightmares that want us dead. So far I haven't found any real allies. I'm not super great at making friends."
"Yeah, that's sick. And not in the good way." He springs up from the ground.
'Indeed. It sure is good to get a win, though. How have things been going with you? Seen anything significant? Any hunters?'
"Sure have. I've made so many fantastic friends. Most of them hit a lot harder than I'll ever be able to hit them but that just makes things more fun. Still, not one of them can move as fast as I do."
'That's good. The more allies in this place, the better. Might be able to stand up to the mob that wants us dead'
"Heh, sorry, by friends I meant Nightmares that want us dead. So far I haven't found any real allies. I'm not super great at making friends."
'Ah, well. Who did you meet, anyway? Got a description?'
He glances up at the cashier and then at the camera in the corner. "Hold on, I gotta pay for this sucker." He walks over to counter and the cashier sees him and gives him a dark look but goes round the counter. The cheesy pop song screeches over the sound system morphing into a wilder song with beating drums and screaming guitars. "Oh hey, I love this station." grins Charlie.
The cashier looks confused, "I didn't..."
"Ah, right. Almost forgot, it's been so long." After he's done paying, she pays for the pretzels- entirely in coins that were seemingly all minted in the 70's and 80's- before leaving the store, waiting for him.
Charlie exits the store. Then he does so three more times. Four Charlie's now stand on the asphalt each with a different hair color. Red, Blonde, Blue, and Yellow. Only the blonde one has a lollipop in his fingers though and he is putting his baseball card in his jacket pocket. There is one other car pumping gas in the parking lot. Charlie waits for them to finish and drive off before speaking, "So, what did you want to speak to me about, Smiley? Hair dye tips?"
"Yeah, that's sick. And not in the good way." He springs up from the ground.
'Indeed. It sure is good to get a win, though. How have things been going with you? Seen anything significant? Any hunters?'
"Sure have. I've made so many fantastic friends. Most of them hit a lot harder than I'll ever be able to hit them but that just makes things more fun. Still, not one of them can move as fast as I do."
'That's good. The more allies in this place, the better. Might be able to stand up to the mob that wants us dead'
"Heh, sorry, by friends I meant Nightmares that want us dead. So far I haven't found any real allies. I'm not super great at making friends."
'Ah, well. Who did you meet, anyway? Got a description?'
"Way too many spiders. A spidery theater kid that seems to want to dissect me, a spidery masked lady who runs that carnival outside of town, and the scarecrow of violence who works at the Waffle House. That last one's a pretty nice guy though. They have all made it clear that they will torture me on sight."
"Yeah, that's sick. And not in the good way." He springs up from the ground.
'Indeed. It sure is good to get a win, though. How have things been going with you? Seen anything significant? Any hunters?'
"Sure have. I've made so many fantastic friends. Most of them hit a lot harder than I'll ever be able to hit them but that just makes things more fun. Still, not one of them can move as fast as I do."
'That's good. The more allies in this place, the better. Might be able to stand up to the mob that wants us dead'
"Heh, sorry, by friends I meant Nightmares that want us dead. So far I haven't found any real allies. I'm not super great at making friends."
'Ah, well. Who did you meet, anyway? Got a description?'
"Way too many spiders. A spidery theater kid that seems to want to dissect me, a spidery masked lady who runs that carnival outside of town, and the scarecrow of violence who works at the Waffle House. That last one's a pretty nice guy though. They have all made it clear that they will torture me on sight."
'Typical. All some guy needs to do is offer money, and then all the townsfolk are out for blood. And they call us the bad guys. Luckily the shapeshifter guy isn't at all spidery'
"Way too many spiders. A spidery theater kid that seems to want to dissect me, a spidery masked lady who runs that carnival outside of town, and the scarecrow of violence who works at the Waffle House. That last one's a pretty nice guy though. They have all made it clear that they will torture me on sight."
'Typical. All some guy needs to do is offer money, and then all the townsfolk are out for blood. And they call us the bad guys. Luckily the shapeshifter guy isn't at all spidery'
"Yeah, folks'll do anything for money. And spiders are overused but that just makes it more fun to squash 'em under my boots."
"Way too many spiders. A spidery theater kid that seems to want to dissect me, a spidery masked lady who runs that carnival outside of town, and the scarecrow of violence who works at the Waffle House. That last one's a pretty nice guy though. They have all made it clear that they will torture me on sight."
'Typical. All some guy needs to do is offer money, and then all the townsfolk are out for blood. And they call us the bad guys. Luckily the shapeshifter guy isn't at all spidery'
"Yeah, folks'll do anything for money. And spiders are overused but that just makes it more fun to squash 'em under my boots."
'Indeed. Spiders are cliche, if people are to fear me, I want them to fear what I do and what that means, not what I look like'
"Well, I can't actually tell you what I wished for. Then it would never come true." He flicks the smashed dandelion stalk over his shoulder. "Shapeshifter huh? Those sort are pretty cool. Imagine, waking up one day as one person and deciding the next day to be someone else entirely. Ha! It'd be awful."
*I did see that part. Very subtle.*
'That's fair. He is pretty cool, rather bloodthirsty, but we need people who aren't afraid to get their hands dirty. Metaphorically speaking, of course. I'm a total hygiene freak. It's a nice house, very basic, very bland, typical middle class dwelling. Got a brand new red carpet as well. Could give you a room, and you could run wild, paint the walls, do whatever you young folks do'
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He smirks, "Sounds great. I heard the previous tenant was a murderer. Is that true?"
She picks up a small bag of some variety of pretzels from the shelf, silently walking around the shelf and near him. "Which one'd you get?" She asks quietly, though loud enough for Charlie to hear.
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 killed both his kids, yeah. Didn't have to, but that was what he chose.'
*in reality, Iago forced him to choose between either killing one of them, or gambling on a dice roll between either none or both of the kids dying. So technically, yeah, he didn't have to kill both, he chose to take the risk of killing both in the hope that it might have spared both of them*
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He looks up at you, the lollipop stick poking out from between his lips which spread in a wide smile. He mutters quietly in response, so as not to alert the cashier, "Some random dude I've never heard of. Maybe he's worth something though. I'm thinking about starting a collection."
"Yeah, that's sick. And not in the good way." He springs up from the ground.
'Indeed. It sure is good to get a win, though. How have things been going with you? Seen anything significant? Any hunters?'
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"Oh, cool. I tried collecting bottle caps a long while back- good luck on your collection. You'll need to be quick about getting them, though." She responds in an equally hushed tone... wait, was her mask always smiling like that? "You know there's cameras here, right? What say we step outside and have a chat before they notice?"
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)
"Sure have. I've made so many fantastic friends. Most of them hit a lot harder than I'll ever be able to hit them but that just makes things more fun. Still, not one of them can move as fast as I do."
'That's good. The more allies in this place, the better. Might be able to stand up to the mob that wants us dead'
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He glances up at the cashier and then at the camera in the corner. "Hold on, I gotta pay for this sucker." He walks over to counter and the cashier sees him and gives him a dark look but goes round the counter. The cheesy pop song screeches over the sound system morphing into a wilder song with beating drums and screaming guitars. "Oh hey, I love this station." grins Charlie.
The cashier looks confused, "I didn't..."
"Ah, right. Almost forgot, it's been so long." After he's done paying, she pays for the pretzels- entirely in coins that were seemingly all minted in the 70's and 80's- before leaving the store, waiting for 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)
"Heh, sorry, by friends I meant Nightmares that want us dead. So far I haven't found any real allies. I'm not super great at making friends."
'Ah, well. Who did you meet, anyway? Got a description?'
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Charlie exits the store. Then he does so three more times. Four Charlie's now stand on the asphalt each with a different hair color. Red, Blonde, Blue, and Yellow. Only the blonde one has a lollipop in his fingers though and he is putting his baseball card in his jacket pocket. There is one other car pumping gas in the parking lot. Charlie waits for them to finish and drive off before speaking, "So, what did you want to speak to me about, Smiley? Hair dye tips?"
"Way too many spiders. A spidery theater kid that seems to want to dissect me, a spidery masked lady who runs that carnival outside of town, and the scarecrow of violence who works at the Waffle House. That last one's a pretty nice guy though. They have all made it clear that they will torture me on sight."
'Typical. All some guy needs to do is offer money, and then all the townsfolk are out for blood. And they call us the bad guys. Luckily the shapeshifter guy isn't at all spidery'
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"Yeah, folks'll do anything for money. And spiders are overused but that just makes it more fun to squash 'em under my boots."
'Indeed. Spiders are cliche, if people are to fear me, I want them to fear what I do and what that means, not what I look like'
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