"Odd jobs for the boss" CL RP

Propping herself up on the side of the entrance, Spindle looked out over the landscape before her. It never did get old, that view. Ever so lovely, the sea of trees that always looked ablaze come nightfall. Sometimes she swore she could see the flames of the other cultists as they wandered about through the forest at night. It had turned out to be quite nice dealing with the lot of them. Always someone to use as a model for even her strangest designs. A chuckle escaped her before something else caught her attention. Looking down, the seamstress detected the voice of her leader.

Ah. Delightful. She'd actually have to be somewhat polite to this one.

"It's nine, actually, but you do as you please," the lady responded, walking out a bit to greet Tapi. Her hands were neatly clasped in front of her. Of all those who could have come, it was the boss. She wouldn't have minded if that goat had come, or even Princely. But no. The one she couldn't help, fashion wise. Still. Putting on a polite smile, she tilted her head just a bit. "What have you brought for me today, merciful leader?"

Spindle nodded along, the smile plastered on her face growing dull. She glanced up at the vulture which Tapi pointed to, sighing.
"I'll throw it some remains, that's what it's here for, anyways," she said, a chill in her tone. "And I'm rather sad that you'd think I'd lower myself to eating a scavenger..." Head turning back down to look at Tapi, the lady frowned. More rocks would have to be removed from the path as to not completely infuriate the leader next time she came up this way. Getting herself killed just because her home was hard to get to would be such a disappointment. Two long, fuzzy legs whipped out from behind her, nabbing the bag which Tapi held out.
"Roughhousing, you say?" the spider replied, turning and walking over to wear she kept her more heavy duty material. "Savages. Some of the men, I'm sure.." She spoke distractedly as she emptied the contents of the bag, making a disgusted face at the damage. Thinking of something, Spindle turned to look at Tapi again.
"If you'd like to rest after that walk, I'll get you a chair," she offered, a bit of thread dripping from her fingertips. It was the least she could do.

"Those members aren't me," she stated blankly, still looking at Tapi. Was she not made of smoke or something? How could she have bones to crack? ..Best not to ask. Best not to complain about the hideous language, either. It was appropriate usage, considering. Aside from that, it was almost funny watching her leader seem almost out of place in her humble abode.
"Here, I'll get a chair for you.." Silken thread fell from her fingertips, weaving intricately in and out of itself, assembling into a glistening white seat. It looked nice, fitting for the leader. She pushed it over to Tapi, grateful it did not fall over. Turning back around to begin work on her chore, the seamstress did her best to pay attention to the being behind her. "If it's too sticky, just toss some cloth over it," Spindle suggested. Sometimes she kind of wished she could just make regular thread, but then again, it wouldn't be so good at construction..

Stitching together some tears in the fabric, she examined the other things she would have to fix. How destructive could lovemaking possibly be for some. Her nose wrinkled, catching a whiff of bodily fluids which remained in the fibers. A cleaning would have to be done before these could be put back in the rest of the cult's living space. She sensed a presence in the room, and it took her a moment to remember who was with her. Yes, right. The spider looked at at Tapi as she spoke, hiding a sense of pride in her handiwork. She also hid her surprise at the apology, merely smiling.
"Oh, no, it's fine. I would have gotten bored if I had to wait too long." Biting some thread in half, she became a bit thoughtful again. "Honestly I'd like to give them a piece of my mind as well. Did you smell this stuff as you came up here? Absolutely disgusting. I've a mind to give you some perfume in case it rubbed off on you." Spindle scoffed and pulled together a few more stitches. If they'd allow she'd just love to tell all those needy boneheads what she thought of all the stinking piles of ripped cloth they had her repair.

She just sighed. "Most men don't have manners. Of course they'd not know when it's appropriate to do such things and when it's not." Her extra legs moved about, continuing to sew as she looked at her leader, smirking a bit. Since she'd joined, she'd never known what to think of the one she had to follow. And her seeming tendency to hate the sacrifices made Spindle wonder why she even bothered to have started the cult anyways. Just seemed like a waste of time, really. And then there were the threats. Her smirk grew into a cold smile, and she put her hands on her hips.
"Spiders tastes like you doing all of this by yourself, honey," she snorted. "But once you find a seamstress as good as I am willing to do all of this work as well as I do, go ahead, eat me." The spider stood there, legs working furiously but not daring to turn around. Instead, she stared right back at Tapi. "It's so unprofessional of you to threaten me, a spider, inside my own home."

"Because I can actually control myself," the seamstress sneered. A white lump near Tapi moved just a bit, and it seemed to be growling. Neither Spindle nor her guard dog enjoyed the leader's attitude, nor what she was saying. "You'd do well to do the same. I was kind enough to agree to doing this job, and I have been quite hospitable to you since you came up here. The only reason I don't have you strapped down wearing a ridiculous dress is because I am obliged to treat you with respect. I expect you to treat me as such, seeing as where we are. I'll get you some meat, on the condition that you at least try to pretend you know how to treat a lady in her home." She knew she was talking far too much, but it at least woke the dog up.