[ what's up fam Hawke has reached BORED status "it's Monday" bored to tears I tell you. catch her staring unhappily at her newest mark on her arm and wondering if fire works as a cleanser ]
[No she's right it is deadly boring here. Camille is taking her 80th walk about town, feeling sullen and scratching at her wrist, willing the text to not shine through her clothes again.
[ a flash of her wrist where in spidery (ha) text reads Spiders. A girls got to have some normal fears in between all the mind boggling horror after all, right? right ]
Maker. I don't think I would survive if there was a drawn spider upon my wrist.
It's fine when they're little and easier to ignore but when they're bigger than ser snuffles...... [ maker help her every time they came across one underground ]
It's like they forgot to stop growing at some point.
[And there was something unnervingly human about how they made living leftovers, winding silk around and around and around. They slipped toxins through their teeth and liquified the innards. They were big enough to eat birds and mice in some parts of the globe. And when they were venomous they turned into a walking death sentence. Nature's most creative killers, available in more varieties than science could account for.
She's not especially afraid of them. Kind of fascinated, actually. But she'd never blame a soul who was.]
Yeah. Wind Gap. Small town near the bottom of the state. I left for college at eighteen and called it quits on the place.
...Though I'm guessing not much of that means much to you.
Darkspawn? [Split the words and she could claim there was. Bad seeds were a constant in every universe though, and it wouldn't be a joke she cares for.] I would say I'm jealous of all the mysticism and fantasy, but all I hear about is how many problems it causes.
World's fucked up enough as it is, I don't think it needs a magical boost.
Bloodthirsty creatures who live deep within the underground of thedas. they're considered soulless beings who taint everything they come across. it's a bloody nightmare trying to deal with them on an average day but occasionally they gain a spot of extra power and the world faces yet another blight, which brings them aboveground and destroys everything it touches.
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Maker. Why'd it have to be spiders, anyway?
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She slows as she reaches Marion, curious.]
Spiders? [A beat.] You got drawings instead?
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Maker. I don't think I would survive if there was a drawn spider upon my wrist.
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[She smiles gently.]
I never minded them much myself. But I get it. They don't move like we want them to.
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It's fine when they're little and easier to ignore but when they're bigger than ser snuffles...... [ maker help her every time they came across one underground ]
It's like they forgot to stop growing at some point.
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[Did she meet fucking Shelob?]
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Big enough I suppose.
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Well anyone who'd fault you for turning arachnophobe after that is a real dick. [She shakes her head.] And I thought the bugs in Missouri were bad.
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Some would think after facing down the hoard of monsters, enemies, and dragons, a mere spider would be nothing. I'm glad you understand differently.
[ that said ]
Is Missouri where you are from?
Cw: spider talk ig
[And there was something unnervingly human about how they made living leftovers, winding silk around and around and around. They slipped toxins through their teeth and liquified the innards. They were big enough to eat birds and mice in some parts of the globe. And when they were venomous they turned into a walking death sentence. Nature's most creative killers, available in more varieties than science could account for.
She's not especially afraid of them. Kind of fascinated, actually. But she'd never blame a soul who was.]
Yeah. Wind Gap. Small town near the bottom of the state. I left for college at eighteen and called it quits on the place.
...Though I'm guessing not much of that means much to you.
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It's been rather fascinating to learn how different one's world differs from another. I'm rather jealous about the lack of darkspawn.
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Darkspawn? [Split the words and she could claim there was. Bad seeds were a constant in every universe though, and it wouldn't be a joke she cares for.] I would say I'm jealous of all the mysticism and fantasy, but all I hear about is how many problems it causes.
World's fucked up enough as it is, I don't think it needs a magical boost.
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[ cheerfully ]
Can't get more fucked up than that.