I Have Many Titles. Weaver Of Story And Song. Wielder Of The Burning Rose. Mystical Seamstress. Refer To Me As Any Of Them.
I Have Many Names. You May Call Me Eileen.
And My Realm Is The House Of Rest, Reshaped From What Once Was The Library Of The One Who Is Now My Ward, The Learning Child.
I Trade For What Is Not Needed Nor Wanted, And Offer What Is Necessary And What Will Aid Those Who Come To Me.
I Merely Ask For Appreciation.
I Also Make Great Baked Goods, Or So I Am Told.
( OOC lore summary and additional details below the cut)
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Eileen was formerly a troll known as Kanaya Maryam. She took a deal with a fairy after her SBURB session failed and everyone died. In exchange for servitude and her name, the fairy would rewind time and ensure everyone’s survival.
The fairy took Kanaya from the session, and stripped her of her name. The name was given a body of twigs and glamour, made to look like her, and sent to the session in her stead.
Maryam, now devoid of first name, served as a shopkeeper of magical items for the fairy for multiple lifetimes, kept young and barely kept fed for her rainbow drinker needs. Her name lived and died a natural death, upon which the fairy let Maryam know her friends had all passed away. The name was collected and given a new life as a hunter, with only some of her memories of her prior life. In her grief, Maryam concocted a plan.
Thanks to the help of Loom, a dead Darkleer named Nathan, a robot gal named Serket, a void god going by R’xy, and others, Maryam developed a way to force any one entity to forget all about their own lives. Having learned about fairies during her time as a servant, she managed to trick the fairy into forgetting all about its prior existence.
What Maryam did not expect was that this would destabilize the fairy realm she lived in. In a moment of desperation, she took all of the fairy’s titles, inheriting with them its fairy nature, its realm, and its responsibilities.
The name, now independent, chose to go by Artemis as she figured that she was not beholden to live the same life as her original self.
Due to a misadventure with Serket, Maryam’s name was damaged by a cosmic monster, leading to her trading it with Loom’s original appelation while it recovered. Thanks to a timely gift by a guest, Maryam was renamed Eileen, though by now she goes more by whichever Fairy Title is most convenient for the situation.
Loom calls her Maryam due to swapping names, while Serket calls her Cassilda as a gift. In public, she goes by Aileen.
Currently, the fairy once known as Kanaya Maryam is on another adventure with Serket, and on a dinner date with R’xy.
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Once upon a time, Loom was merely Equius. A ghost, floating around before the illusion of the dream was broken.
Before that? 'They' had been 'he'. And he flenced his session mates, all to build a set of Messiahs. He didn't know what good it would do, what dark majjyks would save the meteor crew. Makara gave up his blood for the effort.
Nothing, if we're being honest.
One day, Equius would kill all of their friends. A loophole, something to make it heroic, or just, so the misery would end. So the death would stick.
In some vague time before that, is when Kanaya, Maryam, would find him. In the meteor, in a memory, in a dream - but what will she do, watching this stranger bleed out, as he lets the purpleblood carve into his muscle?
She steps into this memory, unsure of how she entered. But she recognizes Equius and Gamzee, so many lifetimes ago. A vision of Gamzee torn to shreds amidst an ocean of imp body parts, somehow still alive, emerged in her mind, moments before she had taken the fairy's deal.
Her Equius had fallen to the Black King shortly after. When Aradia left them for some other timeline, it all came crashing down.
She shook her head, bringing her hand to her face. It was then that she realized she was not herself. She was embodying the memory of Kanaya. Loom's Kanaya.
Maybe she had been the first one to find the two as they... bled each other. And probably perished shortly after.
The memory's hunger pierced her even across paradox space. Whether this Kanaya knew exactly what it would take to sate it or not, the hunger was there, and had been growing.
She felt herself licking her lips, before she pulled back the reins on the memory. That Kanaya was gone. A memory would not override her so easily.
She approached, footsteps echoing the empty halls of the meteor loud enough to draw the attention of the two trolls.
"That Looks Considerably Messy. If You Wanted It To Hurt You Could Do Much Better With Less Blood Loss. Same If You Wished To Scar."
“Aw shucks Mar-, er, Weav, no! Ei… definitely not. Shoot this is going to take me a 8it still!” The bot laughed, seeming a little flustered as her friend clung to her. However, whilst she was a bit taken aback, she was always, always going to be more eager to share her discoveries with her dear friend.
Clearing her throat, Serket suddenly spun the fae around a bit to face… something.
“Cassilda,” Serket declared in a tone that maybe a bit too proud of herself. “I would like to introduce you to our new protector! Mister Limousine! Or Limo if you prefer!”
Mister Limousine snorted a bit from its lizard-like nostrils as it tilted its head, as if to observe Cassilda properly.
The creature was easily three times as large as the two girls in height alone, and the wingspan was even more impressive than that. The head of the entity looked something like a carnotaurus or other short snouted theropod, though the eyes were distinctly goatlike and the head was decorated with a pair of slick antennae that bobbed a bit with the head. The body itself continued the lizard features, however the actual construction of the body was much closer to something like a bulky wasp, though the ‘abdomen’ still went into a large bulky lizard tail completed with a onyx looking thagomizer.
The creature trilled a bit as it bowed deeply, allowing Serket to reach out and pat its vibrant yellow head.
“This creature is what is known as a 8yakhee,” Serket said studiously, one arm still around Cassilda’s shoulders as she seemed to be trying to measure how this meeting was going. “He will ideally 8e a form of transport we can rely on, 8ut he’s also remarka8ly powerful! Thus, Mister Limousine! 8ecause they are popular modes of transport, and 8eing hit 8y a car is never fun!”
The sudden turn left her disoriented, and for a moment she stood slack-jawed, looking at Mister Limousine.
Had she been about to...?
She felt shame begin to burn in her cheeks. She should know better. She DID know better.
Cassilda took a few steps to begin circling this new creature Serket had summoned, hoping her blush would subside by the time she had walked around to face her friend again.
This needn't be brought up again.
"Most impressive, dear Serket. Do you have some form of control over it, an agreement, or has Mister Limousine been tamed? It certainly is a most impressive specimen."
She took a note of the thagomizer. It certainly looked like it could make short work of anything half this creature's size, easily. She let herself remain within the creature's line of sight, just in case. Her new nature provided her information on its weight, density, range of motion... it was a fascinating skill to be able to gather information of such detail passively. For a moment, Cassilda wondered if Serket also acquired worldly data as such, or if this was a combination of her own mental image of Serket, and her own abilities.
"I am most intrigued. It is an honour to make your acquaintance, Mister Limousine."
The creature huffed a little bit, giving somewhat labored breaths as it watched Cassilda circle around. Its eyes remained unblinking for the entirety of her observations. Occasionally, they would twitch. But never once did it blink.
Never for an instant was it not perceiving her.
“I am still a 8it uncertain on the particulars,” Serket chimed in, running a finger idly along the chain along her neckline. “To my understanding, this Cosmic Cognac is what allows me to call upon it. 8yahkees, for whatever reason, will follow orders from whomever consumes it.”
She didn’t look the most pleased about this concept.
“It can wear off, 8ut…” she sighed, reaching up to rub the size of its muzzle. Her standing near it demonstrated the size difference on display, with her torso being dwarfed by the tip of the Byahkee’s snout entirely.
“I don’t know, this one seems friendly enough. Though with such an odd assortment of 8ehavior indicators, it is hard to actually tell.”
As if on cue, the spikes on the creature’s thagomizer began to vibrate. Immediately Limo’s head whipped back, and in the next instant the creature’s body shot up into the sky, its gangly body briefly clambering sideways along a building like an insect before dropping and whirling through the air once more.
“…and I don’t even know where to 8egin with that!” Serket half shouted, before giggling and turning back to Cassilda.
“So! The art district, and then find a place to hold up for the night. That seem like a way to cap off our long walk? Or shall we shoot off elsewhere? Kingsport is ours for the exploring!”
Cassilda watched as Limo took off into the air once more. The physical information she was receiving seemed to draw a void for a moment, as the physical impossibility of a creature of that weight gaining altitude at all impressed itself upon her. It only took a moment before her magical sense filled the gap and gave her... not an understanding, but at least a comfortable baseline to the creature's movements.
The behaviours however, remained peculiar and inscrutable to her.
"So, for at least a limited time, you will be able to command this entity, until you drink more of that peculiar brew. I... think I may have seen something like it, during our prior misadventure with the piscine folk. Something I would like to study further in the future. My former captor's information on this is pretty nonexsitent."
Her eyes remained on the creature for a few more seconds, before turning back to her companion.
"Art district sounds like a solid direction to head in, in my opinion! You can learn a great deal from artistic endeavours of the local populace, and I can draw useful resources from art. Shall we?"
Serket, dear, I have a question that I feel you are the most well equipped to answer. In your experience, what are the habits and usual needs of caparacians? I am finding an odd lack of material on their behaviours in my library, must be because they come from within SGRUB itself, which is already a poorly documented existence. (mysticalSeamstress)
I do not have access to any SGRU8, S8UR8, or SPORTKNIGHTS data myself sadly! However my general information on carapace folk falls under the usual expectations. Many of them are made to Fill A Role, so it is ideal to find them tasks they feel suited for! There are catalogued events of them changing professions when left unsatisfied.
It is important to allow them to feel valued, even for the most menial tasks!
Most of the ones under my employ, Prospitians, lend themselves to clerical work quite well. Though just as many can shift to com8at! I had one that was a self proclaimed Magus, so their flexi8ility is quite nice!
Often times I found they enjoyed eating other shelled creatures whole. Cra8, shrimp, that sort of thing!
Provide some form of employment or entertainment, ensure they are valued for performing it, and provide crustaceans and other shelled critters for sustenance.
Very useful information. Thank you kindly, dear Serket.
I have found myself thinking back to SGRUB, to be truthful. Loom's recent temporary shift granted me some intriguing new abilities, and that in turn led to me wondering more about the game's constructs and entities.
If anything, maybe their personalities and behaviours might give me more insight into how this kind of shift could be harnessed in the future.
Having a wider toolset at my disposal would give me greater capabilities, should anything unforeseen happen again.
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Consider That For The Purpose Of Magic, A Person Can Be An Object, As Well As Your Immediate Area.
But I Am Getting Ahead Of Myself. I Can Explain Further And More Easily When We Meet.
> Meu felt her eyebrows raises on their own accord, wondering what that could entail. It was hard for the kitty troll not to think about overdramaticized effects of messing with 'canon' events in a timeline while traveling. That was the best example she could think of.
mew are blowing my mind ofur here...
a purrson as an object...?
looking furrward to it!! be safe and i'll s33 mew soon!
>After some time, Meu hears a knock at her hive. Her new fairy acquaintance has arrived! She looks remarkably similar to other jadeblood trolls she may or may not know, but there is something about her physical presence that feels odd, yet not in an unappealing way. She has a warm and friendly presence to herself, if anything. She is wearing a simple green dress, with blue accents.
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Serket, dear, I have a question that I feel you are the most well equipped to answer. In your experience, what are the habits and usual needs of caparacians? I am finding an odd lack of material on their behaviours in my library, must be because they come from within SGRUB itself, which is already a poorly documented existence. (mysticalSeamstress)
I do not have access to any SGRU8, S8UR8, or SPORTKNIGHTS data myself sadly! However my general information on carapace folk falls under the usual expectations. Many of them are made to Fill A Role, so it is ideal to find them tasks they feel suited for! There are catalogued events of them changing professions when left unsatisfied.
It is important to allow them to feel valued, even for the most menial tasks!
Most of the ones under my employ, Prospitians, lend themselves to clerical work quite well. Though just as many can shift to com8at! I had one that was a self proclaimed Magus, so their flexi8ility is quite nice!
Often times I found they enjoyed eating other shelled creatures whole. Cra8, shrimp, that sort of thing!
Provide some form of employment or entertainment, ensure they are valued for performing it, and provide crustaceans and other shelled critters for sustenance.
Very useful information. Thank you kindly, dear Serket.
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Equius had been sleeping like a corpse. The only thing that can wake them from a slumber this deep, is happening-
Maryam's teeth seeded into their neck, the groan in their throat serving as an alarm clock. Their voice cracks when they try to speak, breath hitching.
"Good light, to you too." They chuckle, eyes closing again as their hands find her arms, lightly grasp. "Was I late for breakfast?" Of course they're joking, they'd told her so many times that they liked being woken up like this. But she rarely did - something about 'feeling bad', or some other silly thing.
Maryam blushed, a hand going up and gently resting on Loom's mouth. She remained attached to their neck for a few more moments, allowing the rest of her nude body to wrap around theirs.
She was much more forward when she fed, allowing herself to explore Loom's body as their essence filled her.
She wouldn't pretend she didn't smile at their joke. But they didn't need to know that just yet.
A contended sigh as she removed her fangs from their neck. She lapped the wound with her tongue, sealing it as if nothing had happened. Not something she needed to do with them, but old habits die hard.
The suction as she gave them a hickie before parting, however, was something she reserved for them.
She removed her hand from their mouth and moved up to kiss their lips, their blood (wonderful, elegant, delightful blood) still on her lips.
“Aw shucks Mar-, er, Weav, no! Ei… definitely not. Shoot this is going to take me a 8it still!” The bot laughed, seeming a little flustered as her friend clung to her. However, whilst she was a bit taken aback, she was always, always going to be more eager to share her discoveries with her dear friend.
Clearing her throat, Serket suddenly spun the fae around a bit to face… something.
“Cassilda,” Serket declared in a tone that maybe a bit too proud of herself. “I would like to introduce you to our new protector! Mister Limousine! Or Limo if you prefer!”
Mister Limousine snorted a bit from its lizard-like nostrils as it tilted its head, as if to observe Cassilda properly.
The creature was easily three times as large as the two girls in height alone, and the wingspan was even more impressive than that. The head of the entity looked something like a carnotaurus or other short snouted theropod, though the eyes were distinctly goatlike and the head was decorated with a pair of slick antennae that bobbed a bit with the head. The body itself continued the lizard features, however the actual construction of the body was much closer to something like a bulky wasp, though the ‘abdomen’ still went into a large bulky lizard tail completed with a onyx looking thagomizer.
The creature trilled a bit as it bowed deeply, allowing Serket to reach out and pat its vibrant yellow head.
“This creature is what is known as a 8yakhee,” Serket said studiously, one arm still around Cassilda’s shoulders as she seemed to be trying to measure how this meeting was going. “He will ideally 8e a form of transport we can rely on, 8ut he’s also remarka8ly powerful! Thus, Mister Limousine! 8ecause they are popular modes of transport, and 8eing hit 8y a car is never fun!”
The sudden turn left her disoriented, and for a moment she stood slack-jawed, looking at Mister Limousine.
Had she been about to...?
She felt shame begin to burn in her cheeks. She should know better. She DID know better.
Cassilda took a few steps to begin circling this new creature Serket had summoned, hoping her blush would subside by the time she had walked around to face her friend again.
This needn't be brought up again.
"Most impressive, dear Serket. Do you have some form of control over it, an agreement, or has Mister Limousine been tamed? It certainly is a most impressive specimen."
She took a note of the thagomizer. It certainly looked like it could make short work of anything half this creature's size, easily. She let herself remain within the creature's line of sight, just in case. Her new nature provided her information on its weight, density, range of motion... it was a fascinating skill to be able to gather information of such detail passively. For a moment, Cassilda wondered if Serket also acquired worldly data as such, or if this was a combination of her own mental image of Serket, and her own abilities.
"I am most intrigued. It is an honour to make your acquaintance, Mister Limousine."
Nothing Might Happen, Necessarily, But If One Is Not Careful, One Can Potentially Alter The Physical And Metaphysical Properties Of An Object Permanently In Unintended Ways.
Consider That For The Purpose Of Magic, A Person Can Be An Object, As Well As Your Immediate Area.
But I Am Getting Ahead Of Myself. I Can Explain Further And More Easily When We Meet.
