The Longest Thread (Misadventures)

[NameIess]

As Lunamor settled down in her rocking chair, the Producers queued the moving truck to speed down the dusty road in front of the Narrator’s peaceful home, kicking about three football fields worth of dirt into Luna’s face and onto her cabin.

Edited February 29, 2024 by NameIess

[Ookla de los Cuervos he/him]

1 hour ago, NameIess said:

As Lunamor settled down in her rocking chair, the Producers queued the moving truck to speed down the dusty road in front of the Narrator’s peaceful home, kicking about three football field worth of dirt into Luna’s face and onto her cabin.

Abalador set off a minefield in the distance.

[Lunamor she/her]

Lunamor, incredibly peeved, used her powers of narration to relocate the truck on top of the exploding minefield.

[RoyalBeeMage he/him]

7 hours ago, ΨιτιsτηεΒέsτ said:

“Hey, you looking for a job?”

"yeah. what you got in mind for me?"

[ʟɪɢʜʈ]

26 minutes ago, RoyalBeeMage said:

"yeah. what you got in mind for me?"

“We’ll, what is your resume?”

[Scars of Hathsin he/him]

Arranis stretches his muscles, it had been a long time since he had used them. He was used to falling into trances every now and then. Being a few thousand years old really took a blow.

He walks over to Falvan regaining his strength as he strolls along. "I have awoken again, my friends" he states boldly, I feel something important coming on the horizon. 

 

[ʟɪɢʜʈ]

2 minutes ago, Scars of Hathsin said:

Arranis stretches his muscles, it had been a long time since he had used them. He was used to falling into trances every now and then. Being a few thousand years old really took a blow.

He walks over to Falvan regaining his strength as he strolls along. "I have awoken again, my friends" he states boldly, I feel something important coming on the horizon. 

“As do I” falvan said, stretching his wings. 

[The Bookwyrm he/him]

5 hours ago, NameIess said:

As Lunamor settled down in her rocking chair, the Producers queued the moving truck to speed down the dusty road in front of the Narrator’s peaceful home, kicking about three football fields worth of dirt into Luna’s face and onto her cabin.

Did you ever respond to Avatar?

[Thaidakar the Ghostblood he/him]

On 2/14/2024 at 5:05 PM, Immortal Platypus said:

"I never hated you. I hated myself for what I'd done, but I have learned since then. It needed to be done. I cannot retreat farther." He tried to step back and hit the wall.

"No, your hatred for surrender," Darkness said. "For every yin there is a yang. It is when you master yourself in this way that you have balance. Balance and wisdom in battle is knowing when to surrender and when to fight. Are you wise, Platypus?"

Before he could answer, the surroundings went black for Platypus. 

His eyes opened and were met by a domed chamber, ceiling covered in a bright stained glass arrangement split into three. At the end of each of the three sections, on the walls there were a door. Each door was a different color. One red. One blue. One yellow. 

In the center of the room was a resplendent, crystalline fountain. The shafts of water danced with rippling beams of light, sending a glorious illumination across to everything in the room. Sitting on the edge of the fountain, gazing into its splendrous depths was a woman with long dark hair and a gold/black uniform to match it. She had a crimson smile hung delicately between her rosy cheeks and her eyes as emeralds.

"Welcome, Platypus," the woman said evenly, "To the third trial."

On 2/14/2024 at 5:05 PM, Immortal Platypus said:

"I can help with that. I've been afraid of that for a long time."

"Good." Shadow turned to a door, methodically fingering a button on his tuxedo. "I need you to retrieve something for me. It is a-"

"About that," Nowhere said quietly, standing up straight, "You owe me."

"Do I now?" Shadow said, turning with a raised eyebrow. "What do you want? Perhaps I do owe you."

"I need arkness' soul when you defeat him," Nowhere said. Impossible looked slightly uneasy.

Shadow's eyes flitted to Impossible, to Thaidakar, Hacob, then Nowhere once more. "And why do you want it?"

"He's fascinating," Nowhere said nonchalantly. "I would like to study him. I am, after all, a scientist."

"You would seek after the dream of Rond..." Shadow said testily. "No, you cannot have his soul."

Nowhere drew in a breath melodramatically, "Fine, then. Remember that you refused me in your day of need when you have want of an ally. I won't come."

"Fair enough," Shadow turned back to Hacob. "There is a mirror in Thaidakar's old mansion." He shot Thaidakar a glance as if to say "No, not you, Thaidakar, the other Thaidakar."

"It shows a map," Shadow continued. "A map to the Temple of Plot. Spook saw something there. Perhaps the future. Perhaps it has elements of how Brighton, Zara and Eof saw the future."

 

 

The rain pattered on the stone and foliage around them. Rond cleared his throat as Spook watched him, holding his swords menacingly. "Darkness will be pleased to note that I have discovered a rat in his organization."

"Is that what I am, Spook? A rat to be slain?" Rond said, pulling his collar shortly to gain more breathing room. "Come now, Thaidakar-son, we are practically family, I-"

"Practically family? Is that what you'd call it? You would've killed my father!" Spook said harshly, put one of the swords to Rond's neck. The plot blade crackled with energy, giving Rond a short, cold shock. The priest flinched. 

"I still would kill him for what he did to me," Rond said truthfully.

"I know."

"Would you kill him?"

Water dripped off of Spook's gleaming armor. Rond watched as emotion rippled from his eyes to his mouth to his arms. The boy still needed to learn to hide his emotions. Part of Rond was glad his father hadn't taught him that. Thaidakar had always been good at that... especially when he wanted to hide something from Rond. 

"I don't know." And Rond saw that the boy's words were truth. "It is not my place to guess at potential futures. For now, you deserve death for your betrayal."

"I do?" Rond asked, voice almost muffled by the growing downpour of the rain. Cold stabbed his back as a dripping waterfall descended from his robe. "And what about you, traitor?"

"I didn't betray anyone. I rejoined my father's side!" Spook said. "Enough stalling. Last words?"

"Your father would spurn you." The plot blade cut his neck slightly, releasing a small trail of blood to descend into the rain. Energy mixed with the blood, turning it to a dull red smoke, curling into the clouds above. "He never betrayed his friends. He might have fought them, he might have done horrible things, but he always had a good purpose in the end. Do you have a similar goal?"

"I could kill you right now..." Spook hissed, putting his narration blade to the other side of Rond's neck.

"You could... but will you?" Rond asked. "You don't belong here, Spook! I've killed. I sided with your father unknowingly to get revenge on him! I belong here, but you have not. You can leave even if you kill me! Just kill the man who killed your father. The man who killed my brother. Your father would spurn you, but I am not your father. Return to good... while you still can."

"Liar!" Spook raised his blades to the side, bracing himself. "I am doing what he could not. My father would kill you if he was here..."

"Would he now? I'm glad you seem to know his mind..." Rond said slyly. Oh... the poor boy. None of the belonged here. What a twist Rond had gotten them into this time. Perhaps if he hadn't fought Platypus, Platypus would've been able to get to Thaidakar in time... "Kill me and defeat Darkness. Finish him. You have Thaidakar's powers, you have a plot blade. Save the world."

"Maybe the world doesn't deserve to be saved."

"You are trapped by Darkness and-"

"No," Spook said, leaning in and glaring into Rond's eyes. "I chose this! I choose for myself! I am free!"

"Each time..." Rond said. "Each time you lose something for Darkness' sake. Each time you lose someone... You will go farther down that dark road." The boy had hope to become better, he just needed to realize it and abandon this useless track. Rond would die in this fortress, but he would die trying to make it better. "I... Spook, I am a bad man. You are not. Do what is right."

"And what is right? Right is a construct! It is an idea to justify-" Spook bit back.

"Then you are lost!" Rond cut him off. "When there is nothing left for you to lose in the end... when your fel master has abandoned you... remember my words! do not fall when you could live! So kill me and remember! Light blinded fool, remember what your father fought for and-!"

The blades dissolved in Spooks hands. The blood that had coated them for an instant fell to the ground, mixing with the rain. With a dull thud like a bowling ball, Rond's head cracked on the marble. His headless corpse crumpled in the dirt.

"Now..." Spook said, striding back up the stairs stately. Spook had nothing left to lose. His father was dead. Mythos was dead to him. Micheal hated him. Rond was dead. Platypus would want to kill him if he found out about this. Shadow could never forgive him. "Perhaps...

"Perhaps I have nothing left to lose..."

 

Somewhere far away in a place long ago... in a castle of legends... a woman cursed, holding her head in her hands. A man took her hands, "What's wrong?"

"I.. I just saw another of those visions. Brighton is clouding the oracle..."

"You have to do something about it!"

"We are constrained, Kar, you know that..."

"He is still bitter about..."

"Oh, not you too! You know why we couldn't interfere!"

"I know as well as anyone... but imagine if Spook had died o-or worse!"

Zara thought back to the vision of an older version of her son, almost an exact copy of Kar, striding up clandestine steps away from a headless corpse. The corpse of a man she'd seen now and again. She sighed, sitting down, "I... I think I can imagine..."

[The Honorable Musician he/him]

51 minutes ago, Thaidakar the Ghostblood said:

"You are trapped by Darkness and-"

"No," Spook said, leaning in and glaring into Rond's eyes. "I chose this! I choose for myself! I am free!"

"Each time..." Rond said. "Each time you lose something for Darkness' sake. Each time you lose someone... You will go farther down that dark road." The boy had hope to become better, he just needed to realize it and abandon this useless track. Rond would die in this fortress, but he would die trying to make it better. "I... Spook, I am a bad man. You are not. Do what is right."

"And what is right? Right is a construct! It is an idea to justify-" Spook bit back.

"Then you are lost!" Rond cut him off. "When there is nothing left for you to lose in the end... when your fel master has abandoned you... remember my words! do not fall when you could live! So kill me and remember! Light blinded fool, remember what your father fought for and-!"

The blades dissolved in Spooks hands. The blood that had coated them for an instant fell to the ground, mixing with the rain. With a dull thud like a bowling ball, Rond's head cracked on the marble. His headless corpse crumpled in the dirt.

"Now..." Spook said, striding back up the stairs stately. Spook had nothing left to lose. His father was dead. Mythos was dead to him. Micheal hated him. Rond was dead. Platypus would want to kill him if he found out about this. Shadow could never forgive him. "Perhaps...

"Perhaps I have nothing left to lose..."

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Why does this remind me of Revenge of the Sith...

 

[Thaidakar the Ghostblood he/him]

Just now, The Honorable One said:

 

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"From my perspective, the Narrators are evil!"

"Then you are lost!"

 

[ʟɪɢʜʈ]

2 hours ago, Thaidakar the Ghostblood said:

"No, your hatred for surrender," Darkness said. "For every yin there is a yang. It is when you master yourself in this way that you have balance. Balance and wisdom in battle is knowing when to surrender and when to fight. Are you wise, Platypus?"

Before he could answer, the surroundings went black for Platypus. 

His eyes opened and were met by a domed chamber, ceiling covered in a bright stained glass arrangement split into three. At the end of each of the three sections, on the walls there were a door. Each door was a different color. One red. One blue. One yellow. 

In the center of the room was a resplendent, crystalline fountain. The shafts of water danced with rippling beams of light, sending a glorious illumination across to everything in the room. Sitting on the edge of the fountain, gazing into its splendrous depths was a woman with long dark hair and a gold/black uniform to match it. She had a crimson smile hung delicately between her rosy cheeks and her eyes as emeralds.

"Welcome, Platypus," the woman said evenly, "To the third trial."

"Good." Shadow turned to a door, methodically fingering a button on his tuxedo. "I need you to retrieve something for me. It is a-"

"About that," Nowhere said quietly, standing up straight, "You owe me."

"Do I now?" Shadow said, turning with a raised eyebrow. "What do you want? Perhaps I do owe you."

"I need arkness' soul when you defeat him," Nowhere said. Impossible looked slightly uneasy.

Shadow's eyes flitted to Impossible, to Thaidakar, Hacob, then Nowhere once more. "And why do you want it?"

"He's fascinating," Nowhere said nonchalantly. "I would like to study him. I am, after all, a scientist."

"You would seek after the dream of Rond..." Shadow said testily. "No, you cannot have his soul."

Nowhere drew in a breath melodramatically, "Fine, then. Remember that you refused me in your day of need when you have want of an ally. I won't come."

"Fair enough," Shadow turned back to Hacob. "There is a mirror in Thaidakar's old mansion." He shot Thaidakar a glance as if to say "No, not you, Thaidakar, the other Thaidakar."

"It shows a map," Shadow continued. "A map to the Temple of Plot. Spook saw something there. Perhaps the future. Perhaps it has elements of how Brighton, Zara and Eof saw the future."

 

 

The rain pattered on the stone and foliage around them. Rond cleared his throat as Spook watched him, holding his swords menacingly. "Darkness will be pleased to note that I have discovered a rat in his organization."

"Is that what I am, Spook? A rat to be slain?" Rond said, pulling his collar shortly to gain more breathing room. "Come now, Thaidakar-son, we are practically family, I-"

"Practically family? Is that what you'd call it? You would've killed my father!" Spook said harshly, put one of the swords to Rond's neck. The plot blade crackled with energy, giving Rond a short, cold shock. The priest flinched. 

"I still would kill him for what he did to me," Rond said truthfully.

"I know."

"Would you kill him?"

Water dripped off of Spook's gleaming armor. Rond watched as emotion rippled from his eyes to his mouth to his arms. The boy still needed to learn to hide his emotions. Part of Rond was glad his father hadn't taught him that. Thaidakar had always been good at that... especially when he wanted to hide something from Rond. 

"I don't know." And Rond saw that the boy's words were truth. "It is not my place to guess at potential futures. For now, you deserve death for your betrayal."

"I do?" Rond asked, voice almost muffled by the growing downpour of the rain. Cold stabbed his back as a dripping waterfall descended from his robe. "And what about you, traitor?"

"I didn't betray anyone. I rejoined my father's side!" Spook said. "Enough stalling. Last words?"

"Your father would spurn you." The plot blade cut his neck slightly, releasing a small trail of blood to descend into the rain. Energy mixed with the blood, turning it to a dull red smoke, curling into the clouds above. "He never betrayed his friends. He might have fought them, he might have done horrible things, but he always had a good purpose in the end. Do you have a similar goal?"

"I could kill you right now..." Spook hissed, putting his narration blade to the other side of Rond's neck.

"You could... but will you?" Rond asked. "You don't belong here, Spook! I've killed. I sided with your father unknowingly to get revenge on him! I belong here, but you have not. You can leave even if you kill me! Just kill the man who killed your father. The man who killed my brother. Your father would spurn you, but I am not your father. Return to good... while you still can."

"Liar!" Spook raised his blades to the side, bracing himself. "I am doing what he could not. My father would kill you if he was here..."

"Would he now? I'm glad you seem to know his mind..." Rond said slyly. Oh... the poor boy. None of the belonged here. What a twist Rond had gotten them into this time. Perhaps if he hadn't fought Platypus, Platypus would've been able to get to Thaidakar in time... "Kill me and defeat Darkness. Finish him. You have Thaidakar's powers, you have a plot blade. Save the world."

"Maybe the world doesn't deserve to be saved."

"You are trapped by Darkness and-"

"No," Spook said, leaning in and glaring into Rond's eyes. "I chose this! I choose for myself! I am free!"

"Each time..." Rond said. "Each time you lose something for Darkness' sake. Each time you lose someone... You will go farther down that dark road." The boy had hope to become better, he just needed to realize it and abandon this useless track. Rond would die in this fortress, but he would die trying to make it better. "I... Spook, I am a bad man. You are not. Do what is right."

"And what is right? Right is a construct! It is an idea to justify-" Spook bit back.

"Then you are lost!" Rond cut him off. "When there is nothing left for you to lose in the end... when your fel master has abandoned you... remember my words! do not fall when you could live! So kill me and remember! Light blinded fool, remember what your father fought for and-!"

The blades dissolved in Spooks hands. The blood that had coated them for an instant fell to the ground, mixing with the rain. With a dull thud like a bowling ball, Rond's head cracked on the marble. His headless corpse crumpled in the dirt.

"Now..." Spook said, striding back up the stairs stately. Spook had nothing left to lose. His father was dead. Mythos was dead to him. Micheal hated him. Rond was dead. Platypus would want to kill him if he found out about this. Shadow could never forgive him. "Perhaps...

"Perhaps I have nothing left to lose..."

 

Somewhere far away in a place long ago... in a castle of legends... a woman cursed, holding her head in her hands. A man took her hands, "What's wrong?"

"I.. I just saw another of those visions. Brighton is clouding the oracle..."

"You have to do something about it!"

"We are constrained, Kar, you know that..."

"He is still bitter about..."

"Oh, not you too! You know why we couldn't interfere!"

"I know as well as anyone... but imagine if Spook had died o-or worse!"

Zara thought back to the vision of an older version of her son, almost an exact copy of Kar, striding up clandestine steps away from a headless corpse. The corpse of a man she'd seen now and again. She sighed, sitting down, "I... I think I can imagine..."

Pretty sure this is what we are trying to make it a novel.

[Thaidakar the Ghostblood he/him]

3 minutes ago, ΨιτιsτηεΒέsτ said:

Pretty sure this is what we are trying to make it a novel.

XD

If only it were as effortless as TLT…

[NameIess]

On 2/29/2024 at 6:29 PM, The Bookwyrm said:

Did you ever respond to Avatar?

No, sorry, I’ve been really busy lately and haven’t had time to type up a longer post.

[Immortal Platypus]

3 hours ago, Thaidakar the Ghostblood said:

Somewhere far away in a place long ago... in a castle of legends... a woman cursed, holding her head in her hands. A man took her hands, "What's wrong?"

"I.. I just saw another of those visions. Brighton is clouding the oracle..."

"You have to do something about it!"

"We are constrained, Kar, you know that..."

"He is still bitter about..."

"Oh, not you too! You know why we couldn't interfere!"

"I know as well as anyone... but imagine if Spook had died o-or worse!"

Zara thought back to the vision of an older version of her son, almost an exact copy of Kar, striding up clandestine steps away from a headless corpse. The corpse of a man she'd seen now and again. She sighed, sitting down, "I... I think I can imagine..."

THAID! YOU SAID HE WAS DEAD AND WOULDN'T BE COMING BACK!

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"No, your hatred for surrender," Darkness said. "For every yin there is a yang. It is when you master yourself in this way that you have balance. Balance and wisdom in battle is knowing when to surrender and when to fight. Are you wise, Platypus?"

Before he could answer, the surroundings went black for Platypus. 

His eyes opened and were met by a domed chamber, ceiling covered in a bright stained glass arrangement split into three. At the end of each of the three sections, on the walls there were a door. Each door was a different color. One red. One blue. One yellow. 

In the center of the room was a resplendent, crystalline fountain. The shafts of water danced with rippling beams of light, sending a glorious illumination across to everything in the room. Sitting on the edge of the fountain, gazing into its splendrous depths was a woman with long dark hair and a gold/black uniform to match it. She had a crimson smile hung delicately between her rosy cheeks and her eyes as emeralds.

"Welcome, Platypus," the woman said evenly, "To the third trial."

"What do you want now? I need to continue. There's so much to do. I need to organize the resistance. I need to check in on Spook, Micheal, Rond, Sequence, Subversion, and many more, maybe even Onyx. I don't have time for much more."

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"Good." Shadow turned to a door, methodically fingering a button on his tuxedo. "I need you to retrieve something for me. It is a-"

"About that," Nowhere said quietly, standing up straight, "You owe me."

"Do I now?" Shadow said, turning with a raised eyebrow. "What do you want? Perhaps I do owe you."

"I need arkness' soul when you defeat him," Nowhere said. Impossible looked slightly uneasy.

Shadow's eyes flitted to Impossible, to Thaidakar, Hacob, then Nowhere once more. "And why do you want it?"

"He's fascinating," Nowhere said nonchalantly. "I would like to study him. I am, after all, a scientist."

"You would seek after the dream of Rond..." Shadow said testily. "No, you cannot have his soul."

Nowhere drew in a breath melodramatically, "Fine, then. Remember that you refused me in your day of need when you have want of an ally. I won't come."

"Fair enough," Shadow turned back to Hacob. "There is a mirror in Thaidakar's old mansion." He shot Thaidakar a glance as if to say "No, not you, Thaidakar, the other Thaidakar."

"It shows a map," Shadow continued. "A map to the Temple of Plot. Spook saw something there. Perhaps the future. Perhaps it has elements of how Brighton, Zara and Eof saw the future."

"Great," Hacob grumbled. "A quest. What could possibly go wrong? Quests always go exactly as intended, after all. Fine. But you owe me."

Edited March 2, 2024 by Immortal Platypus

[NameIess]

On 2/16/2024 at 10:41 PM, The Bookwyrm said:

Avatar stood, unmoving.

"I don't even need to do anything, do I?" he said. "I just wait for time to kill you. Then that wound takes over, and I get my soul back. And yours along with it. Your real soul, not that decrepit husk you tote around."

Nin's master smiled, then straightened his back and raised his staff, holding it parallel with his body, end about a foot off the ground. Despite his age and the terrible wound in his gut, Nin's master still somehow managed to exude confidence. "Almost correct. Almost correct."

He slammed the staff into the ground with a thump that echoed through the ruined home, and to Avatar's murky vision, at first it appeared that nothing happened.

Then Unity burst to life again in his hands and Nin's master's plan was revealed. A line of Connection stretched between Nin's master and Avatar, tangled with a complex knot in the middle. Around the ancient hero glowed the semitransparent outline of Avatar himself. 

Nin's master laughed harshly, walking towards Avatar with a casual stride.

"Behold, the culmination of my life: Reversal. Your strength and my own fully switched. Unlike Equalization, it doesn't seal away external weapons, but with how weak I have let myself grow, that hardly matters."

Nin's master stopped an arm's length in front of Avatar and folded his arms confidently. "Any last words? If it's any consolation, I doubt I'll survive the wound you've given me for long, no matter how much I wish to live. That Blade you stabbed me with... now that I can think properly, I wish I could have more time to study it."

Edited March 2, 2024 by NameIess

[Thaidakar the Ghostblood he/him]

2 hours ago, Immortal Platypus said:

THAID! YOU SAID HE WAS DEAD AND WOULDN'T BE COMING BACK!

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He isn’t! This was a flashback! The future seeing stuff, remember?

[The Bookwyrm he/him]

1 hour ago, NameIess said:

Nin's master smiled, then straightened his back and raised his staff, holding it parallel with his body, end about a foot off the ground. Despite his age and the terrible wound in his gut, Nin's master still somehow managed to exude confidence. "Almost correct. Almost correct."

He slammed the staff into the ground with a thump that echoed through the ruined home, and to Avatar's murky vision, at first it appeared that nothing happened.

Then Unity burst to life again in his hands and Nin's master's plan was revealed. A line of Connection stretched between Nin's master and Avatar, tangled with a complex knot in the middle. Around the ancient hero glowed the semitransparent outline of Avatar himself. 

Nin's master laughed harshly, walking towards Avatar with a casual stride.

"Behold, the culmination of my life: Reversal. Your strength and my own fully switched. Unlike Equalization, it doesn't seal away external weapons, but with how weak I have let myself grow, that hardly matters."

Nin's master stopped an arm's length in front of Avatar and folded his arms confidently. "Any last words? If it's any consolation, I doubt I'll survive the wound you've given me for long, no matter how much I wish to live. That Blade you stabbed me with... now that I can think properly, I wish I could have more time to study it."

Avatar stood silently. He could feel that line, that connection, that connection that leeched away his life, his mind, his soul...

His soul...

Avatar grabbed that line and poured himself into it. 

The outline around Nin's master began to solidify. He poured his own mind into Nin's master's through the connection he'd forged. He began a rampage, tearing through memories and thoughts, lessons and dreams, re-molding Nin's mind as he saw fit.

Here's the problem with trying to make yourself someone else;

That person has power over you.

[Immortal Platypus]

2 hours ago, Thaidakar the Ghostblood said:

He isn’t! This was a flashback! The future seeing stuff, remember?

oh. I definitely missed the "long ago" part  

[ThroughTheLivingSequence she/her/they/them]

On 2/29/2024 at 9:56 AM, Immortal Platypus said:

A random dude walked up to Sequence and asked if they could make him a house.

Sequence pondered this request for a moment, then nodded. "What kind of house would you like, friend?"

[Immortal Platypus]

1 hour ago, Sequence said:

Sequence pondered this request for a moment, then nodded. "What kind of house would you like, friend?"

"Just a basic one story would be great, thank you," he says, handing Sequence a set of blueprints.

[ThroughTheLivingSequence she/her/they/them]

9 minutes ago, Immortal Platypus said:

"Just a basic one story would be great, thank you," he says, handing Sequence a set of blueprints.

Sequence glances over the blueprints and nods, smiling. "Lovely design!" She waves her hand in the air and a nearby hill smoothens out on the top and the house specified in the blueprints slowly begins to materialize. Sequence moved her fingers around in the air in a manner that looked something like typing on a keyboard for about a minute. "Complete!" She exclaimed happily. "What do you think?"

[Immortal Platypus]

4 hours ago, Sequence said:

Sequence glances over the blueprints and nods, smiling. "Lovely design!" She waves her hand in the air and a nearby hill smoothens out on the top and the house specified in the blueprints slowly begins to materialize. Sequence moved her fingers around in the air in a manner that looked something like typing on a keyboard for about a minute. "Complete!" She exclaimed happily. "What do you think?"

"Awesome! Thank you so much! If you don't mind me asking, why were you typing in the air?"

[ThroughTheLivingSequence she/her/they/them]

16 hours ago, Immortal Platypus said:

"Awesome! Thank you so much! If you don't mind me asking, why were you typing in the air?"

"It makes narrating feel more interesting." Sequence beamed and sat back down in her chair.

[Immortal Platypus]

2 minutes ago, Sequence said:

"It makes narrating feel more interesting." Sequence beamed and sat back down in her chair.

"I see... I wouldn't know. I'm not a Narrator," he said sadly, but he immediately brightened. "Thank you though! I can finally live in a nice, quiet area." 

He walked off to go to his house.