Spirit Weaver

this is why i haven't talked to u all day

u sent the last message in our dms-

"heck"

"Poggers."

coward.

Uses the gauntlet to show you a vision of a desolate planet. "It was beautiful here once...."

"You seem to have alot of pent up anger and tension. Consider having less bikers ride on you?"

i only have one stupid copypasta you don't get one

"What ?"

a total Lunar Tick

no shit i have played in the past though so you're preaching to the choir

That's a bad Spirit *taps nose* do not endanger yourself like that. Pot calling the kettle black though because I've done it too, with a massive fucking knife xD

Spirit did have brain worms probably. But they didn't make her FAST! She would eventually stop right in front of Bok, looking her in the eyes, before she knocked an empty glass off the counter. And back to running.

Bok kept still like a deer in the light until Spirit went away. She then ran and hid behind a desk "My god. It's worse than I initially thought!"

That was a bad place for Bok to be. She was cornered now. Spirit stood at the other end of the desk her gilded eyes gleaming in the light. She took one slow step forwards. Then another. And she'd nuzzle up against Bok. She was purring.

Amity jumped and pulled the covers over his self as he saw the intimidating shadow of Spirit in the doorway. He let out a noiseless scream as she leaped up, relaxing a little bit as she laid. He blinked and stared before patting her head and laying back down comfortably.

On the contrary, the catnip was untouched. For now. Spirit passed by the jar, knocking it over. And as soon as that smell touched her nose, she stopped dead u. Her tracks. She approached the scattered nip slowly, before she flopped heavily onto her side in it.

"Definitely on the catnip again," Dagmar reached out and poked Spirit's side with a claw. "Are you alright?"

Vanil was an impromptu flail, now each corner taken would be met with the sound of shattering glass.

Spirit would wait the full three minutes, staring him down, until the microwave beeped. She would open it up. The fish was shrivelled and grey. It smelled terrible. She popped one in her mouth. "You want some, Hunter?"

"Fucking rude," she said, with a shrug, before she would pour soy sauce into a sake glass, along with a squeeze of wasabi. She repeated the gesture, "You at least want a drink for the road, big guy?"

Alex was already fleeing and on his way out the door.