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[Through the Living Heir he/him]

On 3/8/2025 at 2:26 PM, WhiteHairedDrifter said:

Whirte immediately seizes control back from this pathetic invader. "You think you are a match for me? Ha! You could not hope to stand against me in the flesh and you dare to send this practically insubstantial copy to face me? I will erase it from this universe as easily as you would crush a gnat between your fingers." Whirte merely waves his hand in an uncaring gesture and the copy explodes into no more than a cloud of dust. "You may return as yourself to face me. If you dare. I will crush your impotent soul just as effortlessly."

Rebus, who never had control in the first place, began reforming from the dust. “Ow.” He said flatly as nanomachines crawled across his face, slotting into place and restoring it. 
“That being said, you’ll have to go smaller than dust if you want to kill a cyborg made from nanotechnology.” Rebus smiled at him. “Regardless, I did not intend to insult you. This copy of me is as fundamental as will exist in this non-canon universe. Unless you would like to move the prime clone from TLT, or fight a raw idea, this is the best you are going to get. Each copy of me has the same power unless I specifically impair it, and if you desire me to destroy all the others to be the only one to fight me, I must sadly disappoint you. It took me a lot of effort to get here, and I’d rather not waste it by dying completely or being stuck feeling every moment as I wait for you to act.” 
He smiled again, summoning his Plotblade into one hand. “I truly may not be a match for you, but I predict I can put on a good fight. I have rules to follow, you see.” 
@WhiteHairedDrifter

Edited March 15, 2025 by Dragonheir
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[𝖂𝖍𝖎𝖗𝖙𝖊]

On 3/9/2025 at 3:05 PM, Dragonheir said:

Rebus, who never had control in the first place, began reforming from the dust. “Ow.” He said flatly as nanomachines crawled across his face, slotting into place and restoring it. 
“That being said, you’ll have to go smaller than dust if you want to kill a cyborg made from nanotechnology.” Rebus smiled at him. “Regardless, I did not intend to insult you. This copy of me is as fundamental as will exist in this non-canon universe. Unless you would like to move the prime clone from TLT, or fight a raw idea, this is the best you are going to get. Each copy of me has the same power unless I specifically impair it, and if you desire me to destroy all the others to be the only one to fight me, I must sadly disappoint you. It took me a lot of effort to get here, and I’d rather not waste it by dying completely or being stuck feeling every moment as I wait for you to act.” 
He smiled again, summoning his Plotblade into one hand. “I truly may not be a match for you, but I predict I can put on a good fight. I have rules to follow, you see.” 
@WhiteHairedDrifter

sry. I was gone for a while and the notification got buried.

"Very well. I came to this universe looking for amusement, but it seems I must first crush an insect. Or, as it may happen, a creature formed from thousands. I would suggest that you obtain a foothold in this dimension before attempting to fight it's most dangerous occupant. If, however, you wish to die swiftly, I will oblige you. Your move, machine."

[Through the Living Heir he/him]

3 minutes ago, 𝖂𝖍𝖎𝖗𝖙𝖊 said:

sry. I was gone for a while and the notification got buried.

"Very well. I came to this universe looking for amusement, but it seems I must first crush an insect. Or, as it may happen, a creature formed from thousands. I would suggest that you obtain a foothold in this dimension before attempting to fight it's most dangerous occupant. If, however, you wish to die swiftly, I will oblige you. Your move, machine."

Rebus grinned, legitimately excited. Airborne nanomachines, force fields, and purple fractals surrounded him as he leapt forwards, swinging his Plotblade at what was probably a puppet body. It wasn't the greatest start to an epic duel, but he was occupied with preparing for the rest of it. 

[THE SEER OF ALL genderfluid]

well… I need an army…

*raises army of demons*

 

[Through the Living Heir he/him]

1 hour ago, THE DEMON said:

well… I need an army…

*raises army of demons*

 

“*raises eyebrow*” Rebus said, pronouncing the asterisks perfectly. He then did as he said he would. 

[𝖂𝖍𝖎𝖗𝖙𝖊]

On 3/19/2025 at 3:26 PM, Dragonheir said:

Rebus grinned, legitimately excited. Airborne nanomachines, force fields, and purple fractals surrounded him as he leapt forwards, swinging his Plotblade at what was probably a puppet body. It wasn't the greatest start to an epic duel, but he was occupied with preparing for the rest of it. 

Rebus found himself standing on the ground as if he had never moved. Whirte floats in the air a short way off, holding the plotblade in his hand. "And what, exactly, is this? You expect to defeat ME with a mere sword?" Whirte laughs uproariously. "Well, I came to this universe seeking amusement and I seem to have found it." He clenches his fist upon the blade and it shatters into molten fragments. Whirte turns to the man-machine and vanishes. His disembodied voice greets Rebus from no perceptible direction and yet seems to pervade the air as if he was speaking from the planet itself. "You assumed that I wore a puppet. You are right and wrong. My power is fully contained in one body, but it does not limit me. You would make a grave mistake to think so. I need not even face you in person." At that moment, the surface of the metal planet opened an orifice the size of a city, leading deep into the planet. Hundreds of thousands of energy weapons along the inside of the crater began to charge and fix their aim straight upon Rebus.

[IcedOutPenguin He/Him]

49 minutes ago, 𝖂𝖍𝖎𝖗𝖙𝖊 said:

Rebus found himself standing on the ground as if he had never moved. Whirte floats in the air a short way off, holding the plotblade in his hand. "And what, exactly, is this? You expect to defeat ME with a mere sword?" Whirte laughs uproariously. "Well, I came to this universe seeking amusement and I seem to have found it." He clenches his fist upon the blade and it shatters into molten fragments. Whirte turns to the man-machine and vanishes. His disembodied voice greets Rebus from no perceptible direction and yet seems to pervade the air as if he was speaking from the planet itself. "You assumed that I wore a puppet. You are right and wrong. My power is fully contained in one body, but it does not limit me. You would make a grave mistake to think so. I need not even face you in person." At that moment, the surface of the metal planet opened an orifice the size of a city, leading deep into the planet. Hundreds of thousands of energy weapons along the inside of the crater began to charge and fix their aim straight upon Rebus.

The pit and all its energy weapons explode into shards of ice simultaneously. Ice floats amid it all sword held in defiance.

[THE SEER OF ALL genderfluid]

On 3/25/2025 at 2:31 PM, Dragonheir said:

“*raises eyebrow*” Rebus said, pronouncing the asterisks perfectly. He then did as he said he would. 

I hear Asterisks the greatest sourse of power **asterisks**

[Through the Living Heir he/him]

2 hours ago, 𝖂𝖍𝖎𝖗𝖙𝖊 said:

Rebus found himself standing on the ground as if he had never moved. Whirte floats in the air a short way off, holding the plotblade in his hand. "And what, exactly, is this? You expect to defeat ME with a mere sword?" Whirte laughs uproariously. "Well, I came to this universe seeking amusement and I seem to have found it." He clenches his fist upon the blade and it shatters into molten fragments. Whirte turns to the man-machine and vanishes. His disembodied voice greets Rebus from no perceptible direction and yet seems to pervade the air as if he was speaking from the planet itself. "You assumed that I wore a puppet. You are right and wrong. My power is fully contained in one body, but it does not limit me. You would make a grave mistake to think so. I need not even face you in person." At that moment, the surface of the metal planet opened an orifice the size of a city, leading deep into the planet. Hundreds of thousands of energy weapons along the inside of the crater began to charge and fix their aim straight upon Rebus.

Rebus began to chuckle, though he did not stop any of the attacks. “I see you are formidable, but you seem to underestimate me. Magnificent Bastard is no mere sword, just as I am no mere man. Are you aware of your fictionality?” 

1 hour ago, IcedOutPenguin said:

The pit and all its energy weapons explode into shards of ice simultaneously. Ice floats amid it all sword held in defiance.

Rebus raised an eyebrow at the newcomer. He supposed he wouldn’t begrudge a distraction, even if it removed a potential power source in the process. 

57 minutes ago, THE DEMON said:

I hear Asterisks the greatest sourse of power **asterisks**

“In some ways, they are related. The greatest source of power for us are our Authors, and their willingness to concede to valid actions or refuse and make battles unfair.”