eyes-that-decieve

[eyes-that-decieve]

[A man walks into the cafe, sitting down and consulting the menu. He looks tired, and is covered in dirt. He's holding a small stone]

[@deep-below-the-world ]

*Styx looks up from where they were taking teeth out of a flower pot near the back wall, disappearing into the back room for a minute. They come back out, holding a small notepad and pencil, heading over to the man*

"Hello! What can I get you?"

#oc: styx #tma rp #tma oc #oc rp #oc post #tma #tma rp blog #the magnus archives

[eyes-that-decieve]

*Marione laughs, a quick whistling of air*

"I'm ready to go, don't drop that!"

*Her spider limbs tuck against her back again, this time just to keep them out of the way instead of nerves*

Somewhere in the park, someone is singing. His voice is gentle, but it carries. The language is familiar, the words cohere, but the meaning of the song is almost impossible to discern. Somewhere in the sonorous one-man chorus, Marione hears her name, floating above all the hubbub. Hers, but it does not sound like hers when he speaks it. It sounds like someone else, someone she doesn't know.

-"Jack" (@residentsofhollowville)

*Marione is sitting high up in a tree, watching the birds. He looks down at the sound of the singing. She curiously begins descending down the tree, movements much less clumsy than they were last week, though the leaves rustle around her occasionally. She stops a few branches above, watching the source of the singing*

#''jack" #tma rp #oc: marione #((yeehaw accent unlocked lol

[eyes-that-decieve]

Augh please take the teeth

There's another pile of them on the front step, what the hell is this

👁Attention any avatars visiting the cafe👁

Stop leaving you stuff here, please. The things that have been left behind range from tiny plastic babies to teeth

Anything that is not immediately thrown out (ex: the bag of dead worms from last week) ends up in the lost and found bin, and that will not be held on to indefinitely. (Unless I know you, and know you left it on accident, in which situation I will hold on to it as long as needed, and will contact you)

If your belongings are not picked up by the end of May, they will be dumped at that one house (you know which one) for the garbage people to pick up, and you will not be getting them back after that.

Please come pick up your stuff, 27 tiny plastic babies and a frankly impressive assortment of teeth are currently residing in the lost and found bin. I don't want these. Please.

#ERIS. #I DONT WANT THE TEETH #tma oc blog #tma rp blog #rp blog #oc rp blog #oc: styx

[eyes-that-decieve]

*Miasma just lays there facedown on the path, it makes a muffled noise of annoyance at the voice*

"Mmmph."

*it doesn't move from that spot, still holding the sword in a white knuckled grip, seeming to have given up for now*

There is a frankly excessive amount of fireflies in the street. They seem to stem from a singular alleyway, where the concentration is near choking.

#oc rp #tma rp #oc: miasma #Micheractions #occultic mutterings

[eyes-that-decieve]

"I feel like I'm more surprised amelie did that than I should be."

*Marione's spider limbs lower her to the ground, brushing scraps of bark off her jacket*

"Sure, I'll come with you!"

Somewhere in the park, someone is singing. His voice is gentle, but it carries. The language is familiar, the words cohere, but the meaning of the song is almost impossible to discern. Somewhere in the sonorous one-man chorus, Marione hears her name, floating above all the hubbub. Hers, but it does not sound like hers when he speaks it. It sounds like someone else, someone she doesn't know.

-"Jack" (@residentsofhollowville)

*Marione is sitting high up in a tree, watching the birds. He looks down at the sound of the singing. She curiously begins descending down the tree, movements much less clumsy than they were last week, though the leaves rustle around her occasionally. She stops a few branches above, watching the source of the singing*

#''jack" #tma rp #oc: marione

[eyes-that-decieve]

"WHAT THE FUCK."

*Miasma glances back and forth at where the rumbling comes from and the corpses, and seems to decide that fighting is absolutely not worth it. It turns on its heel and takes off at a bound, grabbing one of the random discarded weapons without bothering to check what it is*

There is a frankly excessive amount of fireflies in the street. They seem to stem from a singular alleyway, where the concentration is near choking.

#oc rp #tma rp #oc: miasma #Micheractions #occultic mutterings

[eyes-that-decieve]

*Marione snorts, then goes completely still. Her whisper is still completely clear, though her mouth doesn't move*

"Amelie did WHAT."

Somewhere in the park, someone is singing. His voice is gentle, but it carries. The language is familiar, the words cohere, but the meaning of the song is almost impossible to discern. Somewhere in the sonorous one-man chorus, Marione hears her name, floating above all the hubbub. Hers, but it does not sound like hers when he speaks it. It sounds like someone else, someone she doesn't know.

-"Jack" (@residentsofhollowville)

*Marione is sitting high up in a tree, watching the birds. He looks down at the sound of the singing. She curiously begins descending down the tree, movements much less clumsy than they were last week, though the leaves rustle around her occasionally. She stops a few branches above, watching the source of the singing*

#''jack" #tma rp #oc: marione

[eyes-that-decieve]

*Marione leans a little forward on the branch to look at the fire, her spider limbs unconsciously shrinking away from it*

"Not sure which one 'spidery friends' you'e talking about. I don't think either of the ones I know would do that."

Somewhere in the park, someone is singing. His voice is gentle, but it carries. The language is familiar, the words cohere, but the meaning of the song is almost impossible to discern. Somewhere in the sonorous one-man chorus, Marione hears her name, floating above all the hubbub. Hers, but it does not sound like hers when he speaks it. It sounds like someone else, someone she doesn't know.

-"Jack" (@residentsofhollowville)

*Marione is sitting high up in a tree, watching the birds. He looks down at the sound of the singing. She curiously begins descending down the tree, movements much less clumsy than they were last week, though the leaves rustle around her occasionally. She stops a few branches above, watching the source of the singing*

#''jack" #tma rp #oc: marione #((:3

[eyes-that-decieve]

"I appreciate that, I don't think fire versus dry wood and spiderwebs would end well for me."

*Marione grins, her whistle-humming somehow continuing while she speaks*

Somewhere in the park, someone is singing. His voice is gentle, but it carries. The language is familiar, the words cohere, but the meaning of the song is almost impossible to discern. Somewhere in the sonorous one-man chorus, Marione hears her name, floating above all the hubbub. Hers, but it does not sound like hers when he speaks it. It sounds like someone else, someone she doesn't know.

-"Jack" (@residentsofhollowville)

*Marione is sitting high up in a tree, watching the birds. He looks down at the sound of the singing. She curiously begins descending down the tree, movements much less clumsy than they were last week, though the leaves rustle around her occasionally. She stops a few branches above, watching the source of the singing*

#''jack" #tma rp #oc: marione

[eyes-that-decieve]

(Hey um I made a tma rp blog for an oc a while ago, but haven't yet actually done anything proper with them. Is it ok if I interact?

((Of course! :DD I like meeting new people!))

#ooc post #anon ask

[eyes-that-decieve]

*Marione pauses, her leg slowing to a stop.*

"The spiders say someone survived. Not someone from the circus, though."

*she hums along to the music, but it sounds more like a quiet whistle of air due to her lack of vocal cords*

Somewhere in the park, someone is singing. His voice is gentle, but it carries. The language is familiar, the words cohere, but the meaning of the song is almost impossible to discern. Somewhere in the sonorous one-man chorus, Marione hears her name, floating above all the hubbub. Hers, but it does not sound like hers when he speaks it. It sounds like someone else, someone she doesn't know.

-"Jack" (@residentsofhollowville)

*Marione is sitting high up in a tree, watching the birds. He looks down at the sound of the singing. She curiously begins descending down the tree, movements much less clumsy than they were last week, though the leaves rustle around her occasionally. She stops a few branches above, watching the source of the singing*

#''jack" #tma rp #oc: marione

[eyes-that-decieve]

:(

👁Attention any avatars visiting the cafe👁

Stop leaving you stuff here, please. The things that have been left behind range from tiny plastic babies to teeth

Anything that is not immediately thrown out (ex: the bag of dead worms from last week) ends up in the lost and found bin, and that will not be held on to indefinitely. (Unless I know you, and know you left it on accident, in which situation I will hold on to it as long as needed, and will contact you)

If your belongings are not picked up by the end of May, they will be dumped at that one house (you know which one) for the garbage people to pick up, and you will not be getting them back after that.

Please come pick up your stuff, 27 tiny plastic babies and a frankly impressive assortment of teeth are currently residing in the lost and found bin. I don't want these. Please.

[eyes-that-decieve]

What am I supposed to do with these??!!

Please pick them up or they will be thrown out, I do not want them

👁Attention any avatars visiting the cafe👁

Stop leaving you stuff here, please. The things that have been left behind range from tiny plastic babies to teeth

Anything that is not immediately thrown out (ex: the bag of dead worms from last week) ends up in the lost and found bin, and that will not be held on to indefinitely. (Unless I know you, and know you left it on accident, in which situation I will hold on to it as long as needed, and will contact you)

If your belongings are not picked up by the end of May, they will be dumped at that one house (you know which one) for the garbage people to pick up, and you will not be getting them back after that.

Please come pick up your stuff, 27 tiny plastic babies and a frankly impressive assortment of teeth are currently residing in the lost and found bin. I don't want these. Please.

#tma rp #tma oc #oc rp #oc post #tma #tma rp blog #the magnus archives #the distortion #the spiral #oc: styx

[eyes-that-decieve]

👁Attention any avatars visiting the cafe👁

Stop leaving you stuff here, please. The things that have been left behind range from tiny plastic babies to teeth

Anything that is not immediately thrown out (ex: the bag of dead worms from last week) ends up in the lost and found bin, and that will not be held on to indefinitely. (Unless I know you, and know you left it on accident, in which situation I will hold on to it as long as needed, and will contact you)

If your belongings are not picked up by the end of May, they will be dumped at that one house (you know which one) for the garbage people to pick up, and you will not be getting them back after that.

Please come pick up your stuff, 27 tiny plastic babies and a frankly impressive assortment of teeth are currently residing in the lost and found bin. I don't want these. Please.

#oc: styx #tma rp #tma oc #oc rp #oc post #tma #tma rp blog #the magnus archives

[eyes-that-decieve]

"I guess I'm forgettable. Poor little human, caught in the dance, caught in the explosion."

*She smiles bitterly*

"Thank you for that. I gather you weren't there, since you are currently not a pile of melted wax?"

Somewhere in the park, someone is singing. His voice is gentle, but it carries. The language is familiar, the words cohere, but the meaning of the song is almost impossible to discern. Somewhere in the sonorous one-man chorus, Marione hears her name, floating above all the hubbub. Hers, but it does not sound like hers when he speaks it. It sounds like someone else, someone she doesn't know.

-"Jack" (@residentsofhollowville)

*Marione is sitting high up in a tree, watching the birds. He looks down at the sound of the singing. She curiously begins descending down the tree, movements much less clumsy than they were last week, though the leaves rustle around her occasionally. She stops a few branches above, watching the source of the singing*

#''jack" #tma rp #oc: marione

[eyes-that-decieve]

*Marione leans one arm against a close branch, her eyelids make a quiet click sound when she blinks*

"Well, I saw a few people. Two were closer to the explosion than I was, and I don't think the spiders put them back together. I know one of them clicked the detonator. I think there was one more, but she disappeared at some point?"

Somewhere in the park, someone is singing. His voice is gentle, but it carries. The language is familiar, the words cohere, but the meaning of the song is almost impossible to discern. Somewhere in the sonorous one-man chorus, Marione hears her name, floating above all the hubbub. Hers, but it does not sound like hers when he speaks it. It sounds like someone else, someone she doesn't know.

-"Jack" (@residentsofhollowville)

*Marione is sitting high up in a tree, watching the birds. He looks down at the sound of the singing. She curiously begins descending down the tree, movements much less clumsy than they were last week, though the leaves rustle around her occasionally. She stops a few branches above, watching the source of the singing*

#oc: marione #''jack" #tma rp

[eyes-that-decieve]

"Also no."

*She swings one leg back and forth, One wooden finger making a rhythmic tap-tap against a plastic part of her face*

"Just someone in the wrong place, wrong time."

Somewhere in the park, someone is singing. His voice is gentle, but it carries. The language is familiar, the words cohere, but the meaning of the song is almost impossible to discern. Somewhere in the sonorous one-man chorus, Marione hears her name, floating above all the hubbub. Hers, but it does not sound like hers when he speaks it. It sounds like someone else, someone she doesn't know.

-"Jack" (@residentsofhollowville)

*Marione is sitting high up in a tree, watching the birds. He looks down at the sound of the singing. She curiously begins descending down the tree, movements much less clumsy than they were last week, though the leaves rustle around her occasionally. She stops a few branches above, watching the source of the singing*

#''jack" #tma rp #oc: marione