The Longest Thread (Misadventures)

[Thaidakar the Ghostblood he/him]

11 hours ago, Being of Cacophony said:

thanks! it was my plan if what he wanted to do to Subversion was super Plot-important, he'd freeze up and be unable to stop it. Also it's fine, I got to use hacob a little so that's a plus.

Platypus grinned uncontrollably. He wanted to be serious, but he had always loved the feeling of testing himself against one who thought they were better than him. Particularly when they were right.

"This is what I live for. The challenge, not the kill!" Platypus shouted back before being dropped into a medieval battle.

"That was a mistake," he calls. "This is where I am at my finest."

He thought back to the many years of medieval wars he had fought, killing and maiming and regretting. Suddenly the realm began to shake. His old self was coming. Knowing what he needed to do, and having watched Thaidakar do it, he changed the realm, using Plot-pulling to protect him as he figured it out. They were next to a lake, rivers flowing into and out of it from all directions. A beaver's dam was in 4 of the 18 rivers. Platypus dove into the water, then lunged out on the other side of Feanor, continuing his attack.

I realized that after I posted but didn't have a chance to say it. school and all, ya know?

Sorry for taking so long.

Feanor grinned, spinning and bring one of his blades into Platypus's, using the other to slash his knee. Feanor blocked, resuming his own attack, battering with skill a relentless strategy of mercilessness. He kept on coming at him, his swords whipping at Platypus with a playful fury. He grinned, "I don't see a viable solution to this in the long run, Platypus. If I die, you get revenge for your fallen friends and you stop me from achieving my goals. But... you also lose yet another friend. If you die, I lose one of the only actually good people in TLT and my plan cannot proceed as I want it to."

THaidakar met another blow with his own blade, bringing them into a clash, "And, furthermore, we are at a skill level where this can go on forever. Narration like this can be an eternal journey in TLT. I would know, I participated in the All-god era after all.

"I propose, then," he stated, jumping back before running forward and resuming the battle, "That we end the fight here, rightfully and respectfully, and move on with both of our plans despite our differences as this seems to be going nowhere."

"And just to come back and kill him?" Asked a snarky voice. 

Feanor sighed, "Spook... You were going to find out who I was sooner or later."

Spook stood behind him, adjusting a sword charm on his bracelet just above the cuff of his leather jacket, dark hair rippling in the breeze. His eyes had a pure look of betrayal in them. For, he had been betrayed. Sure, he hadn't liked his father anyways. But he was yet still his own father! The man whom he had descended from! The man who had began his life! The Narrator who had begun their Author's career on TLT. "I hate you, father," Spook said. 

"I know," Thaidakar responded in a particularly Han Solo fashion.

"You always loved your movies," Spook said with a sigh. "You've never let me grow into my own person, Thaidakar, never. For once in my life I thought I would be free of you, but no! You always have to come back. Come back and ruin it all like you always do! And when you start to try to make it right in any way, shape or form, you ruin it once more! Always coming, you unintentional destroyer. Though, you are now intentional in it, I suppose. Yet you justify it with your endless platitudes and philosophical noise. When is your limit? When will you finally decide it is enough? Never... No, never will it be enough for you! You always seek endless destruction, an endless life that defies all rules at the expense of others." Spook nudged the sword charm with his finger, "No more! I will be my own person today, free of your chains! Today you will meet the bittersweet kiss of the Plot-blade, Character!"

With a showman's grace, to accompany his Shakespearean speech, he ripped the charm off of the bracelet. It grew into a great sword about as tall as Spook himself, power making his clothes and hair undulate against his flesh, his smile to grow. "Today, you die, Thaidakar Von Kelsier! Feanor the Creator of Gems! My father, the Narrator!" Spook fell into a swordsman form he'd learned directly from the Narrator he was about to attempt to kill, from the father who had lovingly taught him ever possible way to kill a man, an uncaring figure in his life who had punished him, two sides of a coin in one, a brutal harmony that brought desolation wherever it came, whether intending it or not. Today, Spook intended to end that desolation if it was the last thing he accomplished in his sojourn on TLT.

Wow, that took way longer than I thought it would- sorry, y'all, I got a lot of stuff to do and not enough hours in a day to do it all.

[Immortal Platypus]

2 minutes ago, Thaidakar the Ghostblood said:

Sorry for taking so long.

Feanor grinned, spinning and bring one of his blades into Platypus's, using the other to slash his knee. Feanor blocked, resuming his own attack, battering with skill a relentless strategy of mercilessness. He kept on coming at him, his swords whipping at Platypus with a playful fury. He grinned, "I don't see a viable solution to this in the long run, Platypus. If I die, you get revenge for your fallen friends and you stop me from achieving my goals. But... you also lose yet another friend. If you die, I lose one of the only actually good people in TLT and my plan cannot proceed as I want it to."

THaidakar met another blow with his own blade, bringing them into a clash, "And, furthermore, we are at a skill level where this can go on forever. Narration like this can be an eternal journey in TLT. I would know, I participated in the All-god era after all.

"I propose, then," he stated, jumping back before running forward and resuming the battle, "That we end the fight here, rightfully and respectfully, and move on with both of our plans despite our differences as this seems to be going nowhere."

"And just to come back and kill him?" Asked a snarky voice. 

Feanor sighed, "Spook... You were going to find out who I was sooner or later."

Spook stood behind him, adjusting a sword charm on his bracelet just above the cuff of his leather jacket, dark hair rippling in the breeze. His eyes had a pure look of betrayal in them. For, he had been betrayed. Sure, he hadn't liked his father anyways. But he was yet still his own father! The man whom he had descended from! The man who had began his life! The Narrator who had begun their Author's career on TLT. "I hate you, father," Spook said. 

"I know," Thaidakar responded in a particularly Han Solo fashion.

"You always loved your movies," Spook said with a sigh. "You've never let me grow into my own person, Thaidakar, never. For once in my life I thought I would be free of you, but no! You always have to come back. Come back and ruin it all like you always do! And when you start to try to make it right in any way, shape or form, you ruin it once more! Always coming, you unintentional destroyer. Though, you are now intentional in it, I suppose. Yet you justify it with your endless platitudes and philosophical noise. When is your limit? When will you finally decide it is enough? Never... No, never will it be enough for you! You always seek endless destruction, an endless life that defies all rules at the expense of others." Spook nudged the sword charm with his finger, "No more! I will be my own person today, free of your chains! Today you will meet the bittersweet kiss of the Plot-blade, Character!"

With a showman's grace, to accompany his Shakespearean speech, he ripped the charm off of the bracelet. It grew into a great sword about as tall as Spook himself, power making his clothes and hair undulate against his flesh, his smile to grow. "Today, you die, Thaidakar Von Kelsier! Feanor the Creator of Gems! My father, the Narrator!" Spook fell into a swordsman form he'd learned directly from the Narrator he was about to attempt to kill, from the father who had lovingly taught him ever possible way to kill a man, an uncaring figure in his life who had punished him, two sides of a coin in one, a brutal harmony that brought desolation wherever it came, whether intending it or not. Today, Spook intended to end that desolation if it was the last thing he accomplished in his sojourn on TLT.

Wow, that took way longer than I thought it would- sorry, y'all, I got a lot of stuff to do and not enough hours in a day to do it all.

"You still haven't told me who the fake Thaidakar is. Tell me that and I'll let you go." Oh, so it was Spook I felt, he thought. I should've recognized him. Platypus groaned as he locked up once more. He couldn't interfere with this? This was getting ridiculous. But... he thought about it. There might be a way around it. Internally, reaching across dimensions, he called out to Subversion.

Subversion! Get your lazy, egotistical self over here. The presence was Spook and now he wants to fight Thaidakar.

Suddenly Platypus was no longer locked up. He looked ahead and Saw. He Knew.  He was one with Plot, and Plot was one with him. Then he felt it sliding. But he knew that Feanor couldn't die here. He couldn't allow it. But Spook couldn't die either. He needed to get Thaidakar out of here without Spook being able to follow him. Platypus shuddered, knowing how mad Spook would be when this was over. Platypus grimaced as he lowered his Narrationblade.

"Spook," he began. "Look. I get you hate him. He deserves it. I hate him. But he needs to leave. He and I are too evenly matched, but if I fight on your side, he would overwhelm us both. We need him to go, so I can stop being Plot. And if you attack him, I will be forced to fight for both sides, and the battle will last for just as long as it would if I continued to fight him. Forever. Plot has made it so, and powerful as I am, powerful as you are, powerful as your father is, none of us can stop Plot. The Wheel weaves as the Wheel wills and all that stuff. Now is not the time for fighting. There will be a time. But now is not it."

Platypus stood in between the two, father and son, his mission to halt the fight. He bound Thaidakar to the dimension with some careful Narration, and turned his back to him. Then he stood still, facing Spook, leaving his back exposed to the man he had wanted to kill.

that's fine, I'm just lucky that you post at convenient times for me  

[NameIess]

4 minutes ago, Being of Cacophony said:

"You still haven't told me who the fake Thaidakar is. Tell me that and I'll let you go." Oh, so it was Spook I felt, he thought. I should've recognized him. Platypus groaned as he locked up once more. He couldn't interfere with this? This was getting ridiculous. But... he thought about it. There might be a way around it. Internally, reaching across dimensions, he called out to Subversion.

Subversion! Get your lazy, egotistical self over here. The presence was Spook and now he wants to fight Thaidakar.

Suddenly Platypus was no longer locked up. He looked ahead and Saw. He Knew.  He was one with Plot, and Plot was one with him. Then he felt it sliding. But he knew that Feanor couldn't die here. He couldn't allow it. But Spook couldn't die either. He needed to get Thaidakar out of here without Spook being able to follow him. Platypus shuddered, knowing how mad Spook would be when this was over. Platypus grimaced as he lowered his Narrationblade.

"Spook," he began. "Look. I get you hate him. He deserves it. I hate him. But he needs to leave. He and I are too evenly matched, but if I fight on your side, he would overwhelm us both. We need him to go, so I can stop being Plot. And if you attack him, I will be forced to fight for both sides, and the battle will last for just as long as it would if I continued to fight him. Forever. Plot has made it so, and powerful as I am, powerful as you are, powerful as your father is, none of us can stop Plot. The Wheel weaves as the Wheel wills and all that stuff. Now is not the time for fighting. There will be a time. But now is not it."

Platypus stood in between the two, father and son, his mission to halt the fight. He bound Thaidakar to the dimension with some careful Narration, and turned his back to him. Then he stood still, facing Spook, leaving his back exposed to the man he had wanted to kill.

Subversion sat up in her chair. "You want me to take Thaidakar away from here? I can do that. Get him somewhere that we can't be followed?"

[Immortal Platypus]

3 minutes ago, Nameless* said:

Subversion sat up in her chair. "You want me to take Thaidakar away from here? I can do that. Get him somewhere that we can't be followed?"

"If you can. Remember, Spook has a Plotblade so he can follow you most places. I'll try to stall him."

[NameIess]

7 minutes ago, Being of Cacophony said:

"If you can. Remember, Spook has a Plotblade so he can follow you most places. I'll try to stall him."

"Don't worry. I'll make sure he can't get to Thaidakar." Subversion walked over to Thaidakar and grabbed his arm. "You're coming with me."

@Thaidakar the Ghostblood

Edited September 1, 2023 by Nameless*

[Thaidakar the Ghostblood he/him]

14 minutes ago, Being of Cacophony said:

"You still haven't told me who the fake Thaidakar is. Tell me that and I'll let you go." Oh, so it was Spook I felt, he thought. I should've recognized him. Platypus groaned as he locked up once more. He couldn't interfere with this? This was getting ridiculous. But... he thought about it. There might be a way around it. Internally, reaching across dimensions, he called out to Subversion.

Subversion! Get your lazy, egotistical self over here. The presence was Spook and now he wants to fight Thaidakar.

Suddenly Platypus was no longer locked up. He looked ahead and Saw. He Knew.  He was one with Plot, and Plot was one with him. Then he felt it sliding. But he knew that Feanor couldn't die here. He couldn't allow it. But Spook couldn't die either. He needed to get Thaidakar out of here without Spook being able to follow him. Platypus shuddered, knowing how mad Spook would be when this was over. Platypus grimaced as he lowered his Narrationblade.

"Spook," he began. "Look. I get you hate him. He deserves it. I hate him. But he needs to leave. He and I are too evenly matched, but if I fight on your side, he would overwhelm us both. We need him to go, so I can stop being Plot. And if you attack him, I will be forced to fight for both sides, and the battle will last for just as long as it would if I continued to fight him. Forever. Plot has made it so, and powerful as I am, powerful as you are, powerful as your father is, none of us can stop Plot. The Wheel weaves as the Wheel wills and all that stuff. Now is not the time for fighting. There will be a time. But now is not it."

Platypus stood in between the two, father and son, his mission to halt the fight. He bound Thaidakar to the dimension with some careful Narration, and turned his back to him. Then he stood still, facing Spook, leaving his back exposed to the man he had wanted to kill.

that's fine, I'm just lucky that you post at convenient times for me  

Just now, Nameless* said:

"Don't worry. I'll make sure he can't get to Thaidakar." Subversion walked over to Thaidakar and grabbed his arm. "You ready to go?"

@Thaidakar the Ghostblood

Spook gritted his teeth, clenching the plot blade in his hands, "Platypus... You have no idea what Thaidakar is doing. No idea what he's done, no idea what he has been and what he can be if he sets his mind to it. Do you know how my mother died, Platypus? Do you know?"

Thaidakar cringed, trying to ignore the words, "I suppose I am, Subversion. We are still enemies, do not mistake that, but I can see what you and Platypus are doing. And I respect you as the heir to Nameless. You submerse the set plot line in a way that I see being very favorable to what I am doing. Though," he said with a slice of humor, "I don't know if you appreciate that."

He leaned in, "My mother died," Spook rubbed the pommel of the sword, "because of him. He killed her! My father killed her because she stood in his way to stardom. He claims, if you press him, that it was an accident. He'll feed you some sob story about a miss fire of a gun that he hadn't realized had Mordite in it. No... he'd known it. He'd done it on purpose! And all because she said that he didn't have too much a chance to become a high rate Narrator. He is the epitome of all I despise. He's caused death everywhere. Believe me or not, he deserves to die. And, if no-one else will do it, I will!" He was raving now, waving the plot blade around, it now glowing from the amount of character Spook was exhibiting. The amount of freedom as a person he was trying to acheive.

"Well, time to go, eh?" Thaidakar asked Subversion. "I wouldn't want to stick around..."

[Aeoryi she/her]

1 hour ago, Nameless* said:

"I do whatever is necessary to teach them. Some are more hard-headed than others."

"Death is no proper ending." Resolution sighed. "So why does saying your name summon you?"

[Scars of Hathsin he/him]

Could someone give a rundown on what happened, because there has been a lot of posts.

[Aeoryi she/her]

10 minutes ago, Scars of Hathsin said:

Could someone give a rundown on what happened, because there has been a lot of posts.

Unintelligable's master, Daisy the Pathetic, was angered by Alobster (@TheRavenHasLanded) and tried to smite him, to no avail. Resolution just started talking to Daisy.

As for desolation, he and the blade - gone. poof. Resolution has Foreshadowing and Rirrom is uh missing.

The last few posts have been Thaidikar and Subversion and Platypus fighting (spook is there as well). So that is taking place in another dimension so you can't join them. So basically help Resolution fight Daisy

[Ookla de los Cuervos he/him]

"im not catching, im too lazy. anyways, i was attacked by *cough* DAISY THE PATHETIC and i severely pissed him off"

[NameIess]

On 9/1/2023 at 0:34 AM, Thaidakar the Ghostblood said:

Spook gritted his teeth, clenching the plot blade in his hands, "Platypus... You have no idea what Thaidakar is doing. No idea what he's done, no idea what he has been and what he can be if he sets his mind to it. Do you know how my mother died, Platypus? Do you know?"

Thaidakar cringed, trying to ignore the words, "I suppose I am, Subversion. We are still enemies, do not mistake that, but I can see what you and Platypus are doing. And I respect you as the heir to Nameless. You submerse the set plot line in a way that I see being very favorable to what I am doing. Though," he said with a slice of humor, "I don't know if you appreciate that."

He leaned in, "My mother died," Spook rubbed the pommel of the sword, "because of him. He killed her! My father killed her because she stood in his way to stardom. He claims, if you press him, that it was an accident. He'll feed you some sob story about a miss fire of a gun that he hadn't realized had Mordite in it. No... he'd known it. He'd done it on purpose! And all because she said that he didn't have too much a chance to become a high rate Narrator. He is the epitome of all I despise. He's caused death everywhere. Believe me or not, he deserves to die. And, if no-one else will do it, I will!" He was raving now, waving the plot blade around, it now glowing from the amount of character Spook was exhibiting. The amount of freedom as a person he was trying to acheive.

"Well, time to go, eh?" Thaidakar asked Subversion. "I wouldn't want to stick around..."

Subversion smiled. "I wouldn't imagine so. Odd, how the people closest to narrators are always that ones that end up hating them the most, isn't it?"

Subversion snapped her fingers, and their surroundings changed. The new location was an odd mix between a mostly empty warehouse and a pocket dimension. The walls and roof were made of a shifting, chaotic energy, interrupted only by the lightbulbs hanging down from the ceiling. The floor was made of concrete, and a few large shelves were placed in a disorganized manner throughout the room.

"There. Don't worry about Spook following you here. Not even Platypus could find us here." Subversion walked over to one of the shelves and started rummaging through tools. "Nameless made this place to be secure from anything, even Plot."

On 9/1/2023 at 0:52 AM, Aeoliae said:

"Death is no proper ending." Resolution sighed. "So why does saying your name summon you?"

"It is not my name. It is my master's name. I come because those who speak it are unworthy to do so."
Dravok's not Unintelligible's master, and both the lightning guy and the other guy are minions, not Dravok.

Edited September 7, 2023 by Nameless*

[Ookla de los Cuervos he/him]

aware. just think its funny.

[NameIess]

1 hour ago, TheRavenHasLanded said:

"im not catching, im too lazy. anyways, i was attacked by *cough* DAISY THE PATHETIC and i severely pissed him off"

The lightning man turned towards Abalodor and started attempting to throttle him. “HOW DARE YOU! YOU INSULT MY MASTER’S NAME BY COMPARING HIM TO ME! I AM BUT AN UNOWRTHY SPECK COMPARED TO MY GLORIOUS MASTER.”

[Ookla de los Cuervos he/him]

"riiigggghhhhhtttt and im a rock. yall are pathetic, i think i know why you serve the idiot"

[Ookla de los Cuervos he/him]

9 hours ago, Aeoliae said:

Unintelligable's master, Daisy the Pathetic, was angered by Alobster (@TheRavenHasLanded) and tried to smite him, to no avail. Resolution just started talking to Daisy.

As for desolation, he and the blade - gone. poof. Resolution has Foreshadowing and Rirrom is uh missing.

The last few posts have been Thaidikar and Subversion and Platypus fighting (spook is there as well). So that is taking place in another dimension so you can't join them. So basically help Resolution fight Daisy

accurate

[Immortal Platypus]

10 hours ago, Thaidakar the Ghostblood said:

Spook gritted his teeth, clenching the plot blade in his hands, "Platypus... You have no idea what Thaidakar is doing. No idea what he's done, no idea what he has been and what he can be if he sets his mind to it. Do you know how my mother died, Platypus? Do you know?"

Thaidakar cringed, trying to ignore the words, "I suppose I am, Subversion. We are still enemies, do not mistake that, but I can see what you and Platypus are doing. And I respect you as the heir to Nameless. You submerse the set plot line in a way that I see being very favorable to what I am doing. Though," he said with a slice of humor, "I don't know if you appreciate that."

He leaned in, "My mother died," Spook rubbed the pommel of the sword, "because of him. He killed her! My father killed her because she stood in his way to stardom. He claims, if you press him, that it was an accident. He'll feed you some sob story about a miss fire of a gun that he hadn't realized had Mordite in it. No... he'd known it. He'd done it on purpose! And all because she said that he didn't have too much a chance to become a high rate Narrator. He is the epitome of all I despise. He's caused death everywhere. Believe me or not, he deserves to die. And, if no-one else will do it, I will!" He was raving now, waving the plot blade around, it now glowing from the amount of character Spook was exhibiting. The amount of freedom as a person he was trying to acheive.

"Well, time to go, eh?" Thaidakar asked Subversion. "I wouldn't want to stick around..."

"You're right. I don't know what he's doing. Do you? I don't know what he's done. What I do know is that you cannot kill him. Plot will not allow it. And you cannot die yet. And as we've already seen, I can't kill him, and he can't kill me. This is the only solution. I'm sorry Spook. I really am. You'll probably get you're chance later."

1 hour ago, Nameless* said:

Subversion smiled. "I wouldn't imagine so. Odd, how the people closest to narrators are always that ones that end up hating them the most, isn't it?"

Subversion snapped her fingers, and their surroundings changed. The new location was an odd mix between a mostly empty warehouse and a pocket dimension. The walls and roof were made of a shifting, chaotic energy, interrupted only by the lightbulbs hanging down from the ceiling. The floor was made of concrete, and a few large shelves were placed in a disorganized manner throughout the room.

"There. Don't worry about Spook following you here. Not even Platypus could find us here." Subversion walked over to one of the shelves and started rummaging through tools. "Nameless made this place to be secure from anything, even Plot."

"It is not my name. It is my master's name. I come because those who speak it are unworthy to do so."
Daisy's not Unintelligible's master, and both the lightning guy and the other guy are minions, not Daisy.

A small voice whispers in her head. You forgot that we are still mentally linked. Cool hideout though. With that, Platypus severs the link.

They were mentally linked because he hadn't severed it, otherwise he wouldn't have had the concentration to search across the dimensions to call her there while still fighting Feanor. But he doesn't really care about the hideout so he'll probably forget about it. And don't forget, the place is shielded but Platypus is a quick learner, he might have been able to follow her. Probably not though.

Man, it feels weird to have Platypus referred to as one of the more powerful, the idea of him being used as an example of how hard a thing is to find is bizarre. 

[Aeoryi she/her]

2 hours ago, TheRavenHasLanded said:

"im not catching, im too lazy. anyways, i was attacked by *cough* DAISY THE PATHETIC and i severely pissed him off"

"Abalador, stop pissing off them."

1 hour ago, Nameless* said:

Subversion smiled. "I wouldn't imagine so. Odd, how the people closest to narrators are always that ones that end up hating them the most, isn't it?"

Subversion snapped her fingers, and their surroundings changed. The new location was an odd mix between a mostly empty warehouse and a pocket dimension. The walls and roof were made of a shifting, chaotic energy, interrupted only by the lightbulbs hanging down from the ceiling. The floor was made of concrete, and a few large shelves were placed in a disorganized manner throughout the room.

"There. Don't worry about Spook following you here. Not even Platypus could find us here." Subversion walked over to one of the shelves and started rummaging through tools. "Nameless made this place to be secure from anything, even Plot."

"It is not my name. It is my master's name. I come because those who speak it are unworthy to do so."
Daisy's not Unintelligible's master, and both the lightning guy and the other guy are minions, not Daisy.

"And so why are we unworthy? How can we become worthy?"

[Ookla de los Cuervos he/him]

"awww, why not? its funny!"

[ThroughTheLivingSequence she/her/they/them]

Sequence yawns and curls up in a blanket under a beach umbrella. "Wake me up when you guys get off your sugar high and start posting slower."

[Aeoryi she/her]

23 minutes ago, TheRavenHasLanded said:

"awww, why not? its funny!"

"You are acting like an 8 year old right now."

[Ookla de los Cuervos he/him]

"ok, fair enough"

[Aeoryi she/her]

"so why dont you fight this daisy fellow."

[Ookla de los Cuervos he/him]

"me? im not gonna throw the first punch"

[Immortal Platypus]

"You're always asking if you can whack someone..." a mysterious voice whispers in his mind. A voice that he doesn't recognize.

[Ookla de los Cuervos he/him]

"oh hi new person. who are you?"