Help me believe it's not the real me
DATE: Day 61
CHARACTER(S): Arachne, whatever poor soul happens to come by
STATUS: Open/Ongoing.
SUMMARY: After finding his powers magnified, Arachne has engulfed *most* of cabin 201 in spiderwebs, and while hiding off in a corner with his giant spider summon, has begun to feel the effects of being a secondary Dragonmaster. Even though he wasn't able to actually *summon* the dragon, he's occasionally throwing out rather deadly energy bolts in order to relieve the pressure of *not* using any magics. These are, to say the least, ill-controlled and usually absorbed by the spiderwebs.
LOCATION: Cabin 201.
Arachne was not having a good day right now. In fact, it was an understatement to say he was having a *rotten* day. Sure, every hour seemed a little better than the last, but it didn't make him any less moody.
Already, he had nearly covered the entire cabin in spiderwebs - he had no idea what Palpatine was doing anymore. On top of that, the spider he had sworn he gave back to Belial before plunging to his inevitable death had even appeared beside him, and Arachne wasn't entirely sure it hadn't eaten his poor roommate. Curled up on those webs, clutching the spider to keep it from escaping and running rampant around the ship, he didn't think it could *get* any worse. Then, of course, it did.
Almost suddenly, he had cried out from the pain in his chest, and before he knew it, had nearly blown a hole in a wall with a hardly controlled burst of energy from his fingertips. The frequency of it increased for a while, until he found out his webs would still absorb the power, and it would help keep him from collapsing from using his power so frequently.
Hours later, he was still feeling the effects of blasting energy into the webs frequently, wondering if this was what it felt when the demons used most of their energy to kill something, often sleeping for days aftewards. Of course, even then, they probably didn't feel the same stab in their chests... not many of them had been wounded by someone they had wronged.
CHARACTER(S): Arachne, whatever poor soul happens to come by
STATUS: Open/Ongoing.
SUMMARY: After finding his powers magnified, Arachne has engulfed *most* of cabin 201 in spiderwebs, and while hiding off in a corner with his giant spider summon, has begun to feel the effects of being a secondary Dragonmaster. Even though he wasn't able to actually *summon* the dragon, he's occasionally throwing out rather deadly energy bolts in order to relieve the pressure of *not* using any magics. These are, to say the least, ill-controlled and usually absorbed by the spiderwebs.
LOCATION: Cabin 201.
Arachne was not having a good day right now. In fact, it was an understatement to say he was having a *rotten* day. Sure, every hour seemed a little better than the last, but it didn't make him any less moody.
Already, he had nearly covered the entire cabin in spiderwebs - he had no idea what Palpatine was doing anymore. On top of that, the spider he had sworn he gave back to Belial before plunging to his inevitable death had even appeared beside him, and Arachne wasn't entirely sure it hadn't eaten his poor roommate. Curled up on those webs, clutching the spider to keep it from escaping and running rampant around the ship, he didn't think it could *get* any worse. Then, of course, it did.
Almost suddenly, he had cried out from the pain in his chest, and before he knew it, had nearly blown a hole in a wall with a hardly controlled burst of energy from his fingertips. The frequency of it increased for a while, until he found out his webs would still absorb the power, and it would help keep him from collapsing from using his power so frequently.
Hours later, he was still feeling the effects of blasting energy into the webs frequently, wondering if this was what it felt when the demons used most of their energy to kill something, often sleeping for days aftewards. Of course, even then, they probably didn't feel the same stab in their chests... not many of them had been wounded by someone they had wronged.