The Longest Thread (Misadventures)

[xinoehp512 he/him]

48 minutes ago, NameIess said:

"Indeed!" Subversion shook Nogard's shoulder worriedly. "I am one of those lucky few who are blessed with highly limited powers to manipulate reality." She glared pointedly at Selppaenip and ..., grey eyes flashing briefly with iridescent light. "As such, I can make use of this chunk of portal stone that conveniently fell to the ground to bring us wherever we need to go."

 

"Great!" said Nogard, eyes snapping back into focus. "Let's go back to the battlefield, then."

Selppaenip frowned. "...highly limited? But I thought..."

48 minutes ago, NameIess said:

As TP tromped to the Great Wizard, he also managed to pick up about a dozen Brave Adventurers, including the Silent Hero, the General, and the Valiant One, holding on through careful application of grappling hooks, extra arms, and/or sheer tenacity. The General managed to pull a mace out in-flight. "If you do not land this very instant," She shouted, her booming voice carrying despite the rushing wind. "I will ensure that you have no other option!"

The Valiant One shouted something else, but it was completely inaudible.

 

TP grumbled and did a aileron roll, then landed next to Hacob.

48 minutes ago, NameIess said:

"Why thank you." The Brave Adventurer sat gracefully, accepting the cup of tea with a nod to Sequence. "And of course there's no need to worry about violence. Not from me, anyways." He glanced askance at Erif. "My story is simple. I discovered the existence of the two most dangerous Plotblades at the same time as I discovered that the Great Wizard, once my most respected colleague, had been plotting against my order to claim those Plotblades for himself. Then this 'Erif' along with others in service of the Great Wizard broke into a most secret meeting of the council. When we attempted to capture and question them, still more spies broke in, starting a fight and managing to escape unharmed. I myself was severely injured, although I have quite fortunately been healed of those injuries." The Brave Adventurer smiled, fingering a small scar on his jaw. "However, this is not the end of the crimes that this man and those with him have committed. We, quite understandably, I'm sure, sent our forces to capture the intruders and their master and bring them-alive and unharmed-for trial. However, when we sprung our trap and attempted to arrest the criminals, they fought back with lethal force, resulting in the deaths of multiple adventurers." A frown of anger momentarily clouded the Brave Adventurer's expression, but it was gone in a moment. "So that is my perspective. These violent criminals are seeking the two most dangerous Plotblades in the history of TLT, and they are willing to kill innocent adventurers to achieve that goal." His eyes drifted to Erif again.  "Under normal circumstances, I would of course never ask that you use your powers against one who is obviously a guest, but... considering his crimes, I feel it is my duty to ask that you turn him over to the authority of the Brave Adventurers."

 

"I just walked through a door," said Erif wearily.

48 minutes ago, NameIess said:

"You misunderstand me. Besides the fact that you really could bring peace to all of TLT with one of those Blades, I was... warning you. The Blades have an allure that is almost irresistible. Even I have wishes, hopes, and regrets that they could manipulate." The Dreamsmith sighed, jaw releasing a jet of steam. "Anyways. Your weapon." A glowing hammer appeared in his hand, and his anvil reappeared. "I do not believe you need any more power in combat, and I don't have the inspiration to give you anything that will be significantly helpful in that area. So perhaps something more tool-like would do. Do you have any preference on form?"

"If I might intrude on this conversation for a moment?" The Brave Adventurer stood, checking his pocket watch again. "I must insist that I accompany you if you are visiting Onyx. It is well known among my order that Nameless, the original brave adventurer, visited Onyx and was on rather good terms with him. As such, I believe I will be most helpful in any negotiations with that Narrator."

"...you expect us to believe you want to help us?" Erif asked skeptically.

[Immortal Platypus]

53 minutes ago, NameIess said:

As TP tromped to the Great Wizard, he also managed to pick up about a dozen Brave Adventurers, including the Silent Hero, the General, and the Valiant One, holding on through careful application of grappling hooks, extra arms, and/or sheer tenacity. The General managed to pull a mace out in-flight. "If you do not land this very instant," She shouted, her booming voice carrying despite the rushing wind. "I will ensure that you have no other option!"

The Valiant One shouted something else, but it was completely inaudible.

About half of the grappling hooks, including the one that the Silent Hero was holding onto, fell off of TP, sending the adventurers to the ground. Fortunately, not a one of them died.

1 minute ago, xinoehp512 said:

TP grumbled and did a aileron roll, then landed next to Hacob.

Not here! I can't be obvious about my assistance!

"Hello General. Valiant One." He gives a nod to each of them before continuing. "Can I talk to the Great Wizard? I never actually got to, and I would like to know more of his side. I know a lot from the Brave Adventurer's perspective, but not too much from him."

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"You misunderstand me. Besides the fact that you really could bring peace to all of TLT with one of those Blades, I was... warning you. The Blades have an allure that is almost irresistible. Even I have wishes, hopes, and regrets that they could manipulate." The Dreamsmith sighed, jaw releasing a jet of steam. "Anyways. Your weapon." A glowing hammer appeared in his hand, and his anvil reappeared. "I do not believe you need any more power in combat, and I don't have the inspiration to give you anything that will be significantly helpful in that area. So perhaps something more tool-like would do. Do you have any preference on form?"

"There was a prophecy. If I recall correctly, I was not in the list of names that could claim them. You were. I do not believe that I could claim them if I tried. Maybe I could claim one, but I do not think I could take both."

"Combat is the least of my worries nowadays anyway. The main thing I would request it have is something to help me deal with Ennullers. They've recently popped up, and I'd like to be able to Create my worlds without having to worry about hostile Ennullers. I'm sure I'll make enemies with some of them at some point. As for the form..." He paused, thinking. "Something that is light and mobile but not too small, tricky for others to notice but hard for me to miss, and... something with potential for Creation and Destruction, as I have. Oh, and probably not a hammer. Too stereotypical."

[Bird Furious she/her/un/important]

2 hours ago, Through The Living Glass said:

. . .

WHAT?!

HALY

DON'T YOU DARE

GET BACK IN HERE RIGHT NOW

I DON'T CARE IF YOU HAVE WORK

THAT'S SO MEAN 

Shoe pulled out of the hug and looked at her. What do you mean?

IM SORRY 

“I…” It hurt to look in his eyes. But at the same time, she couldn’t look away. “I want to show you.” 

Livetha perked up. 

2 hours ago, xinoehp512 said:

Bacon gave himself super strength and punched the wall again.

The wall barely cracked. 

43 minutes ago, xinoehp512 said:

"Great!" said Nogard, eyes snapping back into focus. "Let's go back to the battlefield, then."

Selppaenip frowned. "...highly limited? But I thought..."

TP grumbled and did a aileron roll, then landed next to Hacob.

"I just walked through a door," said Erif wearily.

"...you expect us to believe you want to help us?" Erif asked skeptically.

Gail’s author hadn’t been following the plot, but she followed TP anyway. 

[xinoehp512 he/him]

4 minutes ago, The Halcyon Girl said:

The wall barely cracked. 

"Aha!" said Bacon triumphantly and began punching the wall repeatedly.

[Bird Furious she/her/un/important]

3 minutes ago, xinoehp512 said:

"Aha!" said Bacon triumphantly and began punching the wall repeatedly.

The wall continued to crack little by little, but then Bacon’s fists hit a thick metal plate (with just enough Nullite)

Edited November 5, 2024 by The Halcyon Girl

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

13 minutes ago, The Halcyon Girl said:

IM SORRY 

“I…” It hurt to look in his eyes. But at the same time, she couldn’t look away. “I want to show you.” 

Livetha perked up. 

YOU'RE BACK NOW

ALL IS FORGIVEN

Shoe wasn't quite sure he understood. Show me what?

WAIT YOU LEFT AGAIN

ALL IS UNFORGIVEN

[Bird Furious she/her/un/important]

1 minute ago, Through The Living Glass said:

YOU'RE BACK NOW

ALL IS FORGIVEN

Shoe wasn't quite sure he understood. Show me what?

WAIT YOU LEFT AGAIN

ALL IS UNFORGIVEN

GLASS OH MY GOSH YOURE HERE OH MY SCUDDING FOSH HELLO 

“My… my…” her eyes prickled with tears again. “Can I just show you?”

[xinoehp512 he/him]

11 minutes ago, The Halcyon Girl said:

The wall continued to crack little by little, but then Bacon’s fists hit a thick metal plate (with just enough Nullite)

"Ow," said Bacon. Well, this clearly wouldn't work.

He teleported home, disgruntled.

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

7 minutes ago, The Halcyon Girl said:

GLASS OH MY GOSH YOURE HERE OH MY SCUDDING FOSH HELLO 

“My… my…” her eyes prickled with tears again. “Can I just show you?”

Shoe was . . . less confused now that Livetha has perked up; more concerned.

Yeah, he said warily.

Edited November 5, 2024 by Through The Living Glass

[Bird Furious she/her/un/important]

2 minutes ago, Through The Living Glass said:

Shoe was . . . less confused now that Livetha has perked up; more concerned.

Yeah, he said warily.

“Thanks,” she whispered. 

Livetha curled up on Shoe’s shoulders and mentally suggested he sit down. 

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

Just now, The Halcyon Girl said:

“Thanks,” she whispered. 

Livetha curled up on Shoe’s shoulders and mentally suggested he sit down. 

oh haly

Go easy on my poor baby Shoe

Shoe was pretty sure he knew what was going to happen now.

Beosta, a-are you sure you want this? he asked her as he sat.

[ThroughTheLivingSequence she/her/they/them]

   

2 hours ago, NameIess said:

"Why thank you." The Brave Adventurer sat gracefully, accepting the cup of tea with a nod to Sequence. "And of course there's no need to worry about violence. Not from me, anyways." He glanced askance at Erif. "My story is simple. I discovered the existence of the two most dangerous Plotblades at the same time as I discovered that the Great Wizard, once my most respected colleague, had been plotting against my order to claim those Plotblades for himself. Then this 'Erif' along with others in service of the Great Wizard broke into a most secret meeting of the council. When we attempted to capture and question them, still more spies broke in, starting a fight and managing to escape unharmed. I myself was severely injured, although I have quite fortunately been healed of those injuries." The Brave Adventurer smiled, fingering a small scar on his jaw. "However, this is not the end of the crimes that this man and those with him have committed. We, quite understandably, I'm sure, sent our forces to capture the intruders and their master and bring them-alive and unharmed-for trial. However, when we sprung our trap and attempted to arrest the criminals, they fought back with lethal force, resulting in the deaths of multiple adventurers." A frown of anger momentarily clouded the Brave Adventurer's expression, but it was gone in a moment. "So that is my perspective. These violent criminals are seeking the two most dangerous Plotblades in the history of TLT, and they are willing to kill innocent adventurers to achieve that goal." His eyes drifted to Erif again.  "Under normal circumstances, I would of course never ask that you use your powers against one who is obviously a guest, but... considering his crimes, I feel it is my duty to ask that you turn him over to the authority of the Brave Adventurers."

Sequence's frown deepened as she listened, leaning forward in her rocking chair. "... I see..." She looked over at Erif, looking a bit conflicted for just a moment, before taking a deep breath and composing herself, sitting up straight and clasping her hands together in her lap. "I believe you to be pure, and I apologize the loss of the adventurers in your charge. However, I cannot allow violence or strife of any kind in my realm, and all who visit this place are protected by me. Criminal or not. Especially in this case, as... I still need more information. I need to think on things. I appreciate your explanation, and I want you to know you're always welcome here." Sequence stood up, smiling warmly at the Adventurer.

6 hours ago, xinoehp512 said:

The inspector shook his head. "Unreal space is not one place. Different pockets are their own worlds. The perils of one are not necessarily the perils of another."

3 hours ago, SpiritOfWrath said:

“Then let’s go!”

Sequence nodded. "So we shouldn't have a problem getting to Onyx."

2 hours ago, NameIess said:

"If I might intrude on this conversation for a moment?" The Brave Adventurer stood, checking his pocket watch again. "I must insist that I accompany you if you are visiting Onyx. It is well known among my order that Nameless, the original brave adventurer, visited Onyx and was on rather good terms with him. As such, I believe I will be most helpful in any negotiations with that Narrator."

"Ah! Lovely idea! What do you think, inspector?"

[Bird Furious she/her/un/important]

12 minutes ago, Through The Living Glass said:

oh haly

Go easy on my poor baby Shoe

Shoe was pretty sure he knew what was going to happen now.

Beosta, a-are you sure you want this? he asked her as he sat.

She closed her eyes. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. But I need you to know. Livetha… show him. Just show him.

Shoe’s vision faded away, replaced by mental images in soft colors. They painted an open place, open and green and bright, with a bark and a little blue- and- white farmhouse. The image shifted, swirled, and stabilized to show a woman in a simple wooden chair with hair long and loose as Beosta’s and eyes as green as his own. 

Livetha, this isn’t the right one. Beosta sounded confused, but somewhat relieved at the same time. This isn’t important at all. 

Yes, it is, the stoat replied. This is part of the story. A very important part. Now shut up and watch. 

Alva leaned back, fingers tapping on the table, and smiled through the window. Her children, three boys and a little eleven-year-old girl ran after each other, shrieking. “They’re full of energy today.” 

“Like always,” Hidel agreed, bending down to cup his wife’s face in his hand and kiss her tenderly. “Shall we go? I promised Beosta I’d be right out to let her try my axe.” 

“Oh, all right.” Alva stood from her chair, dark hair rippling all the way down her back. “I still don’t think she should be near axes at her age.” 

“She begged me for hours.” Hidel picked up the axe from where it was propped in the corner, slinging it over his shoulder. “She’ll be okay— I’ll watch her.” 

“I know you will.” She smiled, then stepped out onto the porch. The girl immediately noticed, then threw the stick she’d been using as a sword aside and dashed over to the porch. “Mom! Mom, I killed the werewolf!” She pointed to where her fifteen year old brother, Nethek, had stretched dramatically over the grass. “Now the only person who can kill our animals is me!” 

“Beosta,” Alva laughed, taking her daughter’s hand. “Good job killing the werewolf.”

“Can I help Dad kill the pig tonight?” 

“Not yet.”

“You say that every time,” Beosta whined. “I’m old enough now. I’m eleven, not eight like Gihard.” She pointed at one of her other two brothers, who were currently enacting some sort of ceremony to revive the werewolf. 

“Not yet,” her mother repeated. “When you’re older.” 

Beosta scowled. “Fine.” 

Alva bent to brush one of Beosta’s long curls out of her face. “You don’t have to hurt people to be strong, Beosta.”  

“I know, Mom.” Beosta wriggled under her mother’s gaze. “Can I go? I hafta go with Daddy now.” 

Alva laughed. “Of course. Go ahead, sweetheart.” She grinned at how her little daughter brightened and dashed after her father.

The memory faded. 

I added some things, Livetha told them. Guessed a little. Embellished. But I confident it’s all true. Or, you know. Close enough. 

Beosta said nothing, curling up. That memory wasn’t important. That memory somehow hurt even more. 

That easy enough for ya?  

it was my plan anyways because Livetha wants him to keep all of this stuff in mind because she wants him to like Beosta so it works perfectly and I get to show off the scenes I’ve written (and still need to write…)

Edited November 5, 2024 by The Halcyon Girl

[xinoehp512 he/him]

4 minutes ago, Sequence said:

   

Sequence's frown deepened as she listened, leaning forward in her rocking chair. "... I see..." She looked over at Erif, looking a bit conflicted for just a moment, before taking a deep breath and composing herself, sitting up straight and clasping her hands together in her lap. "I believe you to be pure, and I apologize the loss of the adventurers in your charge. However, I cannot allow violence or strife of any kind in my realm, and all who visit this place are protected by me. Criminal or not. Especially in this case, as... I still need more information. I need to think on things. I appreciate your explanation, and I want you to know you're always welcome here." Sequence stood up, smiling warmly at the Adventurer.

Sequence nodded. "So we shouldn't have a problem getting to Onyx."

"Ah! Lovely idea! What do you think, inspector?"

"I cannot comment," said the inspector nervously. "If you are going to Onyx... I must go."

He vanished.

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

3 minutes ago, The Halcyon Girl said:

She closed her eyes. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. But I need you to know. Livetha… show him. Just show him.

Shoe’s vision faded away, replaced by mental images in soft colors. They painted an open place, open and green and bright, with a bark and a little blue- and- white farmhouse. The image shifted, swirled, and stabilized to show a woman in a simple wooden chair with hair long and loose as Beosta’s and eyes as green as his own. 

Livetha, this isn’t the right one. Beosta sounded confused, but somewhat relieved at the same time. This isn’t part of the story. 

Yes, it is, the stoat replied. This is part of the story. The important part. Now shut up and watch. 

Alva leaned back, fingers tapping on the table, and smiled through the window. Her children, three boys and a little eleven-year-old girl ran after each other, shrieking. “They’re full of energy today.” 

“Like always,” Hidel agreed, bending down to cup his wife’s face in his hand and kiss her tenderly. “Shall we go? I promised Beosta I’d be right out to let her try my axe.” 

“Oh, all right.” Alva stood from her chair, dark hair rippling all the way down her back. “I still don’t think she should be near axes at her age.” 

“She begged me for hours.” Hidel picked up the axe from where it was propped in the corner, slinging it over his shoulder. “She’ll be okay— I’ll watch her.” 

“I know you will.” She smiled, then stepped out onto the porch. The girl immediately noticed, then threw the stick she’d been using as a sword aside and dashed over to the porch. “Mom! Mom, I killed the werewolf!” She pointed to where her fifteen year old brother, Nethek, had stretched dramatically over the grass. “Now the only person who can kill our animals is me!” 

“Beosta,” Alva laughed, taking her daughter’s hand. “Good job killing the werewolf.”

“Can I help Dad kill the pig tonight?” 

“Not yet.”

“You say that every time,” Beosta whined. “I’m old enough now. I’m eleven, not eight like Gihard.” She pointed at one of her other two brothers, who were currently enacting some sort of ceremony to revive the werewolf. 

“Not yet,” her mother repeated. “When you’re older.” 

Beosta scowled. “Fine.” 

Alva bent to brush one of Beosta’s long curls out of her face. “You don’t have to hurt people to be strong, Beosta.”  

“I know, Mom.” Beosta wriggled under her mother’s gaze. “Can I go? I hafta go with Daddy now.” 

Alva laughed. “Of course. Go ahead, sweetheart.” She grinned at how her little daughter brightened and dashed after her father.

The memory faded. 

I added some things, Livetha told them. Guessed a little. Embellished. But I confident it’s all true. Or, you know. Close enough. 

Beosta said nothing, curling up. That memory wasn’t important. That memory somehow hurt even more. 

Shoe blinked the last of the images away. He saw Beosta curled up on the ground and scooted over to her.

You okay?

He wasn't sure what to think of the memory. It was . . . Nice. Wholesome, even. But not what'd he'd been expecting.

He supposed he was fine with that.

[Bird Furious she/her/un/important]

2 minutes ago, Through The Living Glass said:

Shoe blinked the last of the images away. He saw Beosta curled up on the ground and scooted over to her.

You okay?

He wasn't sure what to think of the memory. It was . . . Nice. Wholesome, even. But not what'd he'd been expecting.

He supposed he was fine with that.

“That’s not it,” she mumbled, muffled. “That’s not what you needed to see. I’m not like that anymore. That was forever ago. That’s not what you needed to see.” 

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

Just now, The Halcyon Girl said:

“That’s not it,” she mumbled, muffled. “That’s not what you needed to see. I’m not like that anymore. That was forever ago. That’s not what you needed to see.” 

Shoe pulled up his knees and rested his chin on them.

Hey, that's okay, he shrugged. I don't want you to feel like you have to show me anything.

[Bird Furious she/her/un/important]

2 minutes ago, Through The Living Glass said:

Shoe pulled up his knees and rested his chin on them.

Hey, that's okay, he shrugged. I don't want you to feel like you have to show me anything.

"You don't understand! I do. I need to show you." 

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

1 minute ago, The Halcyon Girl said:

"You don't understand! I do. I need to show you." 

But why?

[Bird Furious she/her/un/important]

1 minute ago, Through The Living Glass said:

But why?

"I..." She choked. "I'm not a good person. You should know that. I need you to know." 

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

Just now, The Halcyon Girl said:

"I..." She choked. "I'm not a good person. You should know that. I need you to know." 

He stared at her for a moment. Okay . . .

He thought for a moment.

I don't believe you, but okay.

[Bird Furious she/her/un/important]

Just now, Through The Living Glass said:

He stared at her for a moment. Okay . . .

He thought for a moment.

I don't believe you, but okay.

"I am. I promise I am." 

Ready? Livetha asked. 

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

1 minute ago, The Halcyon Girl said:

"I am. I promise I am." 

Ready? Livetha asked. 

Shoe's eyes went wide, and he shook his head warningly at Beosta.

[Bird Furious she/her/un/important]

Just now, Through The Living Glass said:

Shoe's eyes went wide, and he shook his head warningly at Beosta.

"Please. I need you to see!" 

Beosta, calm down. We'll finish another time. 

"No. No! I need him to see!" She started crying again, hands tangled in her hair so tightly it felt like it would all come out. 

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

Just now, The Halcyon Girl said:

"Please. I need you to see!" 

Beosta, calm down. We'll finish another time. 

"No. No! I need him to see!" She started crying again, hands tangled in her hair so tightly it felt like it would all come out. 

Whoa! Hey, calm down, he gently grabbed her wrists. It's okay . . .

. . . If it's really that important to you . . . I guess I could watch it . . .