The Longest Thread (Misadventures)

[Through the Living Shadow he/him]

3 minutes ago, xinoehp512 said:

"Alrighty then. As you request."

Bacon played a mournful tune on a flute, and Asher felt a wall spring up around her memories.

"I suppose it's a spider horse, then."

That's hardly unusual, the woman pointed out. People arrived in arbitrary locations all over. One could hardly have been expected to catch them all.

Speaking of which, an Ennuller would probably have been sent along with that Nullite reimbursement to audit their operation.

"Maybe I should try it out, then," Nogard joked. "Do you think the wizard would be up to do it again?"

As the souls began to flood into him, he felt their anger. It welcomed him in, inviting.

destroy destroy destroy   they will pay   you will join us   we will take our vengeance 

Rather bizarrely, he used green paint.

Imma assume that Tenth is training. 
Tenth finally managed to make the sphere waver, but nothing more.

Ooooooohhhh someone else feeding upon the Destroyer’s anger? @The Bookwyrm

Perhaps the green paint was why it didn’t stick. Purple was his specialty.

2 minutes ago, Sequence said:

“Well, the world you stand on now is not on any star maps that ever have existed, or ever will, if that’s significant.” She gestured up at the night sky, which was… Unfamiliar, to say the least. Aside from the various unfamiliar moons visible, there was something odd about the stars. While in some places, they were normal and speckled in the sky as you’d expect, other places were completely devoid of stars, instead replaced by massive expanses of pure blackness. In other places, some stars seemed to be arranged in perfectly symmetrical circular and spiral patterns.

Sequence lied back down as well, rubbing her eyes with her hands as her laughter gradually slowed down. “Pride? Don’t go making up words now!”

Pyk nodded. “Perhaps some may flee here, once I stop Tenth.”

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

46 minutes ago, TwinStorm said:

Cricket dashed into the ruins of the castle, searching for survivors. He used his powers to extinguish fires as he ran. 

Tam let him put out the fires . . . it seemed like he needed to let his emotions out.

She started moving rubble instead, looking for survivors.

[ThroughTheLivingSequence she/her/they/them]

1 minute ago, SpiritOfWrath said:

Pyk nodded. “Perhaps some may flee here, once I stop Tenth.”

“All are welcome.” She said, her tone comforting. “This ‘Tenth’ you speak of. Is that the Enuller you seek?”

[Through the Living Shadow he/him]

Just now, Sequence said:

“All are welcome.” She said, her tone comforting. “This ‘Tenth’ you speak of. Is that the Enuller you seek?”

“Yes.”

[The Bookwyrm he/him]

3 minutes ago, SpiritOfWrath said:

Ooooooohhhh someone else feeding upon the Destroyer’s anger? @The Bookwyrm

There was a whole plotline involving a shard of the Plotblade of Unity that I honestly remember very little of...so yes, probably, but I also don't have enough background knowledge for that to be significant.

[TwinStorm He/Him]

2 minutes ago, Through The Living Glass said:

Tam let him put out the fires . . . it seemed like he needed to let his emotions out.

She started moving rubble instead, looking for survivors.

Everywhere Cricket looked, there were no survivors. He saw people he used to now, too. Mistress Joan, his old nurse, Master Guvs, the fat cook. Each new corpse was a chain over his heart. "I did this." he muttered softly. "I killed these people, abandoning them to their fate."

He strode through the ashes, finding Tam. "Go back." he said, voice ragged. "Go home. This is my fault. This is a war that I will end. Go back to the party, pretend you never knew me. It's safer for you that way. Safer for all of you. This is my fight."

[ThroughTheLivingSequence she/her/they/them]

Just now, SpiritOfWrath said:

“Yes.”

She nodded. “As I said, all are welcome here. But be warned. The peace of this world only exists as long as I can enforce it, and while I am indeed powerful, I most certainly have limits. I will not have this world become a stronghold, as I cannot allow it to become a place of war. You are free to bring those who seek peace here, but don’t bring conflict. Please.”

[xinoehp512 he/him]

4 minutes ago, The Bookwyrm said:

Happily, he thought. Let us have your vengeance. 

I will help us, if you will help me afterwards.

The threads of anger quivered, and a single voice spoke.

You will become me, it said.

The anger flowed forth in a flood, pulling him into line with the other souls.

3 minutes ago, Sequence said:

The blade’s light dimmed in a way, and its humming gave a concerned tone.

”As the one in charge of security of this world which I am nearly as in tune with as its creator, that is… upsetting. I was certainly expected to catch them all.”

The woman shrugged. Perhaps you would have been better served by a singular arrival point, then.

2 minutes ago, ΨιτιsτηεΒέsτ said:

He used green paint because, rather bizarrely, he was actually green.

He had changed colors to match Not Franklin.

1 minute ago, SpiritOfWrath said:

Imma assume that Tenth is training. 
Tenth finally managed to make the sphere waver, but nothing more.

Ooooooohhhh someone else feeding upon the Destroyer’s anger? @The Bookwyrm

Perhaps the green paint was why it didn’t stick. Purple was his specialty.

Pyk nodded. “Perhaps some may flee here, once I stop Tenth.”

Charles held up a hand. I think we will leave this here for today. You have worked hard. But you have far to go.

[ThroughTheLivingSequence she/her/they/them]

1 minute ago, xinoehp512 said:

The woman shrugged. Perhaps you would have been better served by a singular arrival point, then.

“… Could you elaborate? The invitation serves as the only method of finding this place.”

[Keke They/he]

9 minutes ago, xinoehp512 said:

"Alrighty then. As you request."

Bacon played a mournful tune on a flute, and Asher felt a wall spring up around her memories.

"I suppose it's a spider horse, then."

That's hardly unusual, the woman pointed out. People arrived in arbitrary locations all over. One could hardly have been expected to catch them all.

Speaking of which, an Ennuller would probably have been sent along with that Nullite reimbursement to audit their operation.

Tenth was maybe erasing the sphere, depending on his determination levels.

"Maybe I should try it out, then," Nogard joked. "Do you think the wizard would be up to do it again?"

As the souls began to flood into him, he felt their anger. It welcomed him in, inviting.

destroy destroy destroy   they will pay   you will join us   we will take our vengeance 

Rather bizarrely, he used green paint.

I didn't think he'd actually do it

Asher calmed down, though they stayed knelt down, they had started crying. It's been centuries since they cried. They didn't like crying. And now those memories were gone. They wouldn't deal with the grief. Just block it out and pretend it never happened. no Bacon, as ashers guardian I highly dislike this. just say you hate it dude. fine i hate this idea, this is an awful way of coping. This is only a temporary solution and it will come back later and hurt then again, they already tried forgetting and look what happened. yeah but thats a problem for later right? no! no this is good. I forget and don't have to go back, i wont have to remember anything, and it will make it better. Bacon!

[The Bookwyrm he/him]

Just now, xinoehp512 said:

The threads of anger quivered, and a single voice spoke.

You will become me, it said.

The anger flowed forth in a flood, pulling him into line with the other souls.

Avatar frowned.

Now that won't do.

He pulled a manifestation of the Plotblade into the mindscape and drove it forward, towards the core of the anger.

I will not become you, he thought. And you will not become me. We will both become Us.

Through the connection formed by the Plotblade of Unity, he poured a sense of understanding, a shared sense of wrath. But also a condition.

I will not deny you the fruits of your anger. 

But you will not have my power if you try consume me.

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

5 minutes ago, TwinStorm said:

Everywhere Cricket looked, there were no survivors. He saw people he used to now, too. Mistress Joan, his old nurse, Master Guvs, the fat cook. Each new corpse was a chain over his heart. "I did this." he muttered softly. "I killed these people, abandoning them to their fate."

He strode through the ashes, finding Tam. "Go back." he said, voice ragged. "Go home. This is my fault. This is a war that I will end. Go back to the party, pretend you never knew me. It's safer for you that way. Safer for all of you. This is my fight."

"No, you did not kill them, Cricket," she said, turning them both so that he was facing away from the bodies.

"And we're not going to abandon you; we helped you fight these guys off once, and we'll help you do it again if we need to."

[TwinStorm He/Him]

Just now, Through The Living Glass said:

"No, you did not kill them, Cricket," she said, turning them both so that he was facing away from the bodies.

"And we're not going to abandon you; we helped you fight these guys off once, and we'll help you do it again if we need to."

"No. They will keep on going after those I love. They've done it before and will do it again. Nobody else is going to get hurt because of me. Listen, Tam, you're one of my only friends. Shoe and Beosta are... well, you know, and Bacon's Bacon. Everybody else has come and gone. I'm not getting you, or anybody else hurt. Never again." he said, turning away from her and creating a portal. "I'm sorry. If I survive, I'll come back. I swear."

[xinoehp512 he/him]

16 minutes ago, Sequence said:

“… Could you elaborate? The invitation serves as the only method of finding this place.”

16 minutes ago, The sarcasm spren said:

That's

The woman shrugged. When I used the invitation, I showed up in the middle of the dance floor. Some people showed up in the front hall. Some showed up near the tables. All different places.

16 minutes ago, The sarcasm spren said:

I didn't think he'd actually do it

Asher calmed down, though they stayed knelt down, they had started crying. It's been centuries since they cried. They didn't like crying. And now those memories were gone. They wouldn't deal with the grief. Just block it out and pretend it never happened. no Bacon, as ashers guardian I highly dislike this. just say you hate it dude. fine i hate this idea, this is an awful way of coping. This is only a temporary solution and it will come back later and hurt then again, they already tried forgetting and look what happened. yeah but thats a problem for later right? no! no this is good. I forget and don't have to go back, i wont have to remember anything, and it will make it better. Bacon!

"I left Asher the key," said Bacon wearily. "Look, I'm not a therapist. I get it. She should deal with her stuff. But unless you want me rewiring her personality on a fundamental level..."

13 minutes ago, The Bookwyrm said:

Avatar frowned.

Now that won't do.

He pulled a manifestation of the Plotblade into the mindscape and drove it forward, towards the core of the anger.

I will not become you, he thought. And you will not become me. We will both become Us.

Through the connection formed by the Plotblade of Unity, he poured a sense of understanding, a shared sense of wrath. But also a condition.

I will not deny you the fruits of your anger. 

But you will not have my power if you try consume me.

I will not be commanded.

Edited November 25, 2024 by xinoehp512

[ThroughTheLivingSequence she/her/they/them]

5 minutes ago, xinoehp512 said:

The woman shrugged. When I used the invitation, I showed up in the middle of the dance floor. Some people showed up in the front hall. Some showed up near the tables. All different places.

“Ohh, I see now. Sequence must be aware you’re here then. I do not know why I was not.” The knife hummed and seemed to think to itself. “I’m sure she will greet you when she’s finished making a fool of herself.”

Edited November 25, 2024 by Sequence

[The Bookwyrm he/him]

4 minutes ago, xinoehp512 said:

I will not be commanded.

Neither will I.

[Keke They/he]

2 minutes ago, xinoehp512 said:

The woman shrugged. When I used the invitation, I showed up in the middle of the dance floor. Some people showed up in the front hall. Some showed up near the tables. All different places.

"I left Asher the key," said Bacon wearily. "Look, I'm not a therapist. I get it. She should deal with her stuff. But unless you want me rewiring her personality on a fundamental level..."

I will not be commanded.

that sounds even worse! Omg. look seraphina, as much as i am not suppoze to care I do to but I don't think this stupid buffon named Bacon can actually help anyone. He just pretends to but we deal with this with someone who can actually help Asher. like who cade? Who? Ashers alone. Who would help them? Asher took another deep breath before standing up. They looked at Bacon. "Thanks for making me forget whatever I ask you to make me forget." ugh this is going horriblely, now i know why people hate parties. 

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

2 minutes ago, TwinStorm said:

"No. They will keep on going after those I love. They've done it before and will do it again. Nobody else is going to get hurt because of me. Listen, Tam, you're one of my only friends. Shoe and Beosta are... well, you know, and Bacon's Bacon. Everybody else has come and gone. I'm not getting you, or anybody else hurt. Never again." he said, turning away from her and creating a portal. "I'm sorry. If I survive, I'll come back. I swear."

"Okay, hold on." She snapped her fingers and appeared between Cricket and the portal.

"First of all, I respect the whole 'I don't want the people I care about to get hurt,' thing, but wouldn't it be better to be with us and help protect us from said evil people? We could all fight them together- the odds are much better that way."

-

To whomever it may concern: Shoe was still passed out on a couch in the back.

[Through the Living Heir he/him]

4 hours ago, LessName said:

She wrinkled her nose at him, “Magic? Magic is your answer? Even though it’s true, that’s just such a lame answer!” Then Faunus grinned, gaining that mischievous twinkle in her lovely green eyes. “You know what, don’t tell me, I’ll figure it out.” That grin turned into a smirk, as she poked Kion accusingly in the chest. 

Kion was smiles back, putting his hand around the one Faunus poked him with, then gripping it fully and sweeping her back into the dance. 

3 hours ago, Sequence said:

Can you suppress this purpose for the duration of the party? There will be no violence here. If you cannot agree to this, you will either remain here until you do, or face banishment. Beyond this world, your goals and purposes are your own, and your mission will not be interfered with.

The Render rearranges its face in an attempt to appear regretful. “I do not know how to do this. You may leave me here, or make an attempt to override my purpose yourself.” 

[TwinStorm He/Him]

4 minutes ago, Through The Living Glass said:

"Okay, hold on." She snapped her fingers and appeared between Cricket and the portal.

"First of all, I respect the whole 'I don't want the people I care about to get hurt,' thing, but wouldn't it be better to be with us and help protect us from said evil people? We could all fight them together- the odds are much better that way."

-

To whomever it may concern: Shoe was still passed out on a couch in the back.

"Tam. I'm not getting you hurt. Not you, or Shoe, or Beosta. This is my fight, and mine alone. I'm going to find a way to win. I'm sorry." Cricket opened another portal. "Go home, Tam. Go back to Shoe." he said, Enulling her powers. "If I'm alive by the end of this, I'll come back."

[ThroughTheLivingSequence she/her/they/them]

7 minutes ago, Through The Living Glass said:

To whomever it may concern: Shoe was still passed out on a couch in the back.

On a chair across from his couch, a guy in a blue hoodie sat. He had been tasked with watching over Shoe to make sure nothing happened. Not that it would, but just to be certain. The person was idly fidgeting with a piece of paper in his hands, only half paying attention.

8 minutes ago, Dragonheir said:

The Render rearranges its face in an attempt to appear regretful. “I do not know how to do this. You may leave me here, or make an attempt to override my purpose yourself.” 

The voice paused for a long while. When it returned, it was… Mostly normal. Not as distorted or dark as before. The orb shifted, a reddish metal leeching through the purple material as it formed more into the shape of a rectangle. A chair made from the redder metal rose from the flowing metal, and a person appeared on it. Their hair was short and black, and they wore something akin to a gray winter parka. Their eyes were a rather unsettling crimson tone, and their skin as pale as winter snow. 

“Are you unable to restrain yourself from attacking this mage?”

[Ψιτιsτηε Βεsτ]

42 minutes ago, xinoehp512 said:

He had changed colors to match Not Franklin.

Only then did he realize that he was colorblind.

[Through the Living Heir he/him]

4 minutes ago, Sequence said:

The voice paused for a long while. When it returned, it was… Mostly normal. Not as distorted or dark as before. The orb shifted, a reddish metal leeching through the purple material as it formed more into the shape of a rectangle. A chair made from the redder metal rose from the flowing metal, and a person appeared on it. Their hair was short and black, and they wore something akin to a gray winter parka. Their eyes were a rather unsettling crimson tone, and their skin as pale as winter snow. 

“Are you unable to restrain yourself from attacking this mage?”

The Render stands idle, rearranging itself more. “It is my purpose. I must hunt my mage, to prevent any from misusing their power. I understand this is a place of peace.” It collects sand, dirt, and confetti into eyes, separating them to produce typical coloration. “Now, while I cannot harm the mage, I do not feel much compulsion to. If you released me, it would be stronger. When I could not feel the mage, I was at my most autonomous. I do not have a solution, but that is what I know.” 
I’m going to bed, once I respond in another thread. 

[ThroughTheLivingSequence she/her/they/them]

Just now, Dragonheir said:

The Render stands idle, rearranging itself more. “It is my purpose. I must hunt my mage, to prevent any from misusing their power. I understand this is a place of peace.” It collects sand, dirt, and confetti into eyes, separating them to produce typical coloration. “Now, while I cannot harm the mage, I do not feel much compulsion to. If you released me, it would be stronger. When I could not feel the mage, I was at my most autonomous. I do not have a solution, but that is what I know.” 
I’m going to bed, once I respond in another thread. 

The person looked thoughtful. “Would you consider this drive to be an emotion? Because I have gotten quite good at suppressing them. I could help if that were the origin of your desire to combat the mage.”

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

Just now, Sequence said:

On a chair across from his couch, a guy in a blue hoodie sat. He had been tasked with watching over Shoe to make sure nothing happened. Not that it would, but just to be certain. The person was idly fidgeting with a piece of paper in his hands, only half paying attention.

It was a good thing Shoe was asleep, or he'd have been really creeped out.

2 minutes ago, TwinStorm said:

"Tam. I'm not getting you hurt. Not you, or Shoe, or Beosta. This is my fight, and mine alone. I'm going to find a way to win. I'm sorry." Cricket opened another portal. "Go home, Tam. Go back to Shoe." he said, Enulling her powers. "If I'm alive by the end of this, I'll come back."

She gasped, falling to her knees.

"Cricket . . . no," she wheezed, trying to find some reason to . . . well, make him see reason.

"Besides . . . you can't just leave me here!"