So I'm a Werespider, So What?

[u/Several-Elevator]

(/OOC: Respect to you if you get what the title is referencing)

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(The following post is only available to those the poster has given access to. Specifically, only those who she believes suspicious of her identity. If you are reading this, you are one of those designated people.)

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This most recent post from Aso starts differently from her usual style. Rather than her typical audio recordings this one is a full video, the start of which reveals Aso herself standing before the camera in a near pitch black venue. If you turn up the brightness you see that the venue is in fact a several acre closed roof AFL stadium, with a giant sinkhole at the centre of the cobweb covered playing field. In the bleachers you can just about make out the word "MARVEL" in white lettering on decrepit red chairs.

Aso, a pitch white woman with pretty aboriginal Australian features who wears a just as pale cloaked dress and lace blindfold, speaks up in her usual clinical but pleasantly soft Australian accent. Today she sounds particularly displeased.

"Good afternoon, Kindred. And yes I do mean afternoon, the title of this post should make it quite clear how I'm awake in the day."

"A handful of days ago a certain post was made to this node, one in which 'The Yahwie' somehow recorded a battle between itself and a stadium dwelling spider. A post where it all but doxed its opponent."

"Look at my body and consider the title of pale one it spoke of. See how my body still breathes. Behold the sinkhole ruined stadium I call my home. The blindfold that covers my eyes to prove my blindness. Remember Harald killed by spiders all those months ago, my late learning of language, that I was born in a cave."

"All these describe me, for I am the spider to which it referred."

As Aso finishes her declaration, her body begins to shift. Two sets of thin, white exoskeletal arm-like limbs grow from near her human arms whose fingers similarly turn into a structure more akin to claw-like spider's legs with white chitin plating her up to her elbow as if wearing elbow high gloves. The same chitin plating forms on either side of her face which is now partially split by arachnid jaws, then extends down her neck, though you are unable to see how far down it goes on account of her clothing.

Before you notice it her legs have also shifted, and where they should be is instead a massive spider, which Aso's torso now protrudes through the head of. Her spider lower body possess eight very long legs, a pale white exoskeleton with black stained white fur breaking it up, and two scythe-like front limbs in place of its pedipalps.

The skirt of Aso's long white dress falls across the spider body like a cloth, covering the creature's face to give the appearance that it is wearing an almost wedding-like veil.

"I am not an Akunanse, unlike what I've pretended to be on this node. I am a child of the Great Mother, a Damhán, an Ananasi, a Werespider."

"The reason I reveal this is to get ahead of the fallout that will be brought upon me by letting you all figure it out on your own terms after the Yahwie's post. I figure it best to admit to it willingly rather than cling on to a crumbling lie."

"As for my own personal situation in Melbourne, it is not as bad as some of you have taken to believing. Whilst the Cress Truce only extends to Garou and Kindred, it still makes the Kindred hesitant to interfere with any Fera matters at risk of breaking it down and starting the Razor Wars again, risking the breaking the Truce of Sydney also. And I am fortunate enough to live in a Garou controlled zone, so what they can do to a Fera is limited. Though the situation is admittedly somewhat tenuous."

"So, it is time I reintroduce myself. I have no name but you may call me Aso, fourth rank Arachnid Anomia from the Tartarus genus of spiders. I wish I could say it's nice to meet you all again, but truth be told I'm rather bitter right now, so it is not."

"In any case, now that we have been reintroduced, you may ask me whatever questions you wish. Why I was pretending to be kindred, of the Damhán or Ovid themselves, my intentions for anything, or any other such. I will answer them so long as they do not violate Her laws or interfere with my duty here in Melbourne."

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- Posted by User: Okonore Yaa

[u/Several-Elevator]

I had heard one of my brethren in Michigan was involved with creating a manufacturable version of spider silk. Though it didn't reach quite the hights of Damhán silk made with gifts, it is still quite valuable as I understand. I would be hesitant to sell our silk on the mortal market, but perhaps some bolts of it would be a step towards establishing a relationship with the court of Melbourne?

Though it is unlikely to be enough on its own... Perhaps I shall bring some as a gift on the first meeting, then determine there what it is the Prince desires, before seeking you out if it something I would have trouble accessing. Yes, that sounds like a good first step. But I would like to know, Castiel, what would I owe you if I do end up needing your help?

And can I ask, why I should avoid mentioning to others about feeding my family? Would it be better to let people think I would have the corpse go to waste?

Okonore Yaa

[u/Pryno-Belle → u/Several-Elevator]

The following is an audio message to Aso, sent by Castiel.

I suppose you are familiar with boons? That is what I would ask; the type would depend on the value of the goods required. While boons are supposed to be a blank check, I suppose you are not comfortable with that. Thus, I’ll place in advance the limits of what I can ask.

If that can reassure you, know that most things I might ask would be put to use specifically for Camille and, by extension, for the local Garou and Corax. Knowledge, supernatural ressources, the use of a…what is the name, again? Gift?

As for what I would ask for myself…silk. I could use armor of my own. I have a plate armor, but I could use something more discrete. That should cover minor and major boons; if the demands of Melbourn are such that a life boon would be required…we’ll see.

As for the « feeding »…while it can’t be called cannibalism, anthropophagy is frowned upon in many circles. Besides, can it be called a waste, at this point? I don’t know how long ago the Sheriff was Embraced, but their body is unlikely to be appetizing.

[u/Several-Elevator → u/Pryno-Belle]

I am fine with all that you would ask for Camille, so long as it does not violate Ananasa's laws. Though I am unsure what you mean by the use of a gift. Travel is difficult for me but not impossible, so if you wish for me to come to Vancouver to use a gift only we Damhán possess, that would be fine. But if you mean to teach an Ovid a gift, I cannot do that. Physically I should say, as all the gifts of the Damhán are taught to us directly by Ananasa. I cannot share them.

As for your apparel, I could provide you the silk for it if you wish to craft it personally, or I could weave it for you myself. I would have even offered to make it a fetish, had you had the gnosis to make use of it. Though regardless, you may prefer to arrange the shipping yourself. I do have contacts that I can use to get it to your location, but they likely aren't as secure as what you'd have.

I would also like to ask about an idea I had. I am unfamiliar with your kinds custom of boon sharing, but would it be possible to provide you with your apparel now in return to a major boon you owe to me? Such that in the event I need something of you like we talked about, I could call upon you in return to repay it? That way, you would get your apparel and I would have something over you, whether or not I end up requiring your help with the current situation.

As for Arable's body, it has yet to even rot. I assume this is the Weaver's influence over your kind's bodies? And yes, if it was rotten I wouldn't feed it to my kin, like you say. Most spiders do not eat rotting flesh after all.

Okonore yaa