The Longest Thread (Misadventures)

[Through the Living Heir he/him]

Just now, Ookla the Dylsxic said:

Faunus frowned, no, she hadn’t made the station this big- she redoubled her Narration on the train station, making it smaller again, only a few trains lined up, one boarding ahead. She pulled the tickets out of her pocket, with the destination he had asked for, moving to give them to the conductor. 

The conductor, quickly collecting the utility fog around himself and then having it light up with the appearance of more typical clothing, shrugs. It was still a bit larger, after all; the first station had seemingly only contained one train line. He - that being Rebus of course - gets out of the front car. “Tickets, please!” he called, “next stop semi-featureless plain where new characters show up! Step after that a convenient location to escape tireless hunters and help people you didn’t make up! Step after that is blocked by the appearance of a very long wall, so that will be the end of the line!” 

[NameIess]

1 minute ago, oOklA thE shInyYyy said:

“A… little. Not really,” Beosta replied. 

"Oh. Well, can I join you?"

[Bird Furious she/her/un/important]

4 minutes ago, Ookla the nostealnamepls said:

"Oh. Well, can I join you?"

“Sure.” She scooted to make room. 

[LessName]

1 minute ago, Ookla the Inquisitive said:

The conductor, quickly collecting the utility fog around himself and then having it light up with the appearance of more typical clothing, shrugs. It was still a bit larger, after all; the first station had seemingly only contained one train line. He - that being Rebus of course - gets out of the front car. “Tickets, please!” he called, “next stop semi-featureless plain where new characters show up! Step after that a convenient location to escape tireless hunters and help people you didn’t make up! Step after that is blocked by the appearance of a very long wall, so that will be the end of the line!” 

Narrowing her green eyes at the fake conductor, which was evident by his out of style uniform, “Wonderful, we’ve got another tag-along. What do you think, Kion, you willing to put up with another Narrator?” Folding her arms across her chest, Faunus took up a more hostile posture, hand going to the belt that sprouted around her waist, and the knife that was attached to it.

[Through the Living Heir he/him]

4 minutes ago, Ookla the Dylsxic said:

Narrowing her green eyes at the fake conductor, which was evident by his out of style uniform, “Wonderful, we’ve got another tag-along. What do you think, Kion, you willing to put up with another Narrator?” Folding her arms across her chest, Faunus took up a more hostile posture, hand going to the belt that sprouted around her waist, and the knife that was attached to it.

Rebus laughs, utility fog dispersing again into a superior battle distribution. "I'm not a fake conductor; I know what I'm doing. And I may not be wearing the right uniform, but it's certainly not out of style. Well, perhaps it may be. I've been looking at so many steampunk and medieval outfits I could have overshot. Regardless, it shouldn't be a bother. You won't even know I'm here, if you don't inspect the engine too closely."

Kion pats around at his side for a second, then remembers he vanished his dagger for fashion purposes. "You Narrators really are everywhere! Why are you even here?" Rebus, not wanting to get drawn into a conversation with another of his Author's characters, doesn't answer. 

The Render continues to wait on the train tracks for another train to come by. 

[LessName]

1 minute ago, Ookla the Inquisitive said:

Rebus laughs, utility fog dispersing again into a superior battle distribution. "I'm not a fake conductor; I know what I'm doing. And I may not be wearing the right uniform, but it's certainly not out of style. Well, perhaps it may be. I've been looking at so many steampunk and medieval outfits I could have overshot. Regardless, it shouldn't be a bother. You won't even know I'm here, if you don't inspect the engine too closely."

Kion pats around at his side for a second, then remembers he vanished his dagger for fashion purposes. "You Narrators really are everywhere! Why are you even here?" Rebus, not wanting to get drawn into a conversation with another of his Author's characters, doesn't answer. 

The Render continues to wait on the train tracks for another train to come by. 

That questioning eyebrow of hers rose slightly at the mention of the engine, “And you did what to it? The engine, my train, that is.” Faunus did not seem pleased in the least, at this arrival.

As Kion patted for his knife, he would find it where it should have been, his attire having changed back to that of which he normally wore. Nodding briefly to herself, Faunus turned, as another train pulled up, the number being the same as their tickets. They’d board that one instead.

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

2 hours ago, oOklA thE shInyYyy said:

She smiled innocently at Tam. 

I guess maybe we could do that, if Cricket’s feeling up to it. 
@Ookla the Irreplaceable

Tam narrowed her eyes further.

What happened? she asked Beosta privately.

31 minutes ago, Ookla the nostealnamepls said:

"Oh. Well, can I join you?"

Shoe waved to him.

[Through the Living Heir he/him]

Just now, Ookla the Dylsxic said:

That questioning eyebrow of hers rose slightly at the mention of the engine, “And you did what to it? The engine, my train, that is.” Faunus did not seem pleased in the least, at this arrival.

As Kion patted for his knife, he would find it where it should have been, his attire having changed back to that of which he normally wore. Nodding briefly to herself, Faunus turned, as another train pulled up, the number being the same as their tickets. They’d board that one instead.

Rebus adopts an innocent look. "I just put a fusion reactor in it, and threw in a couple other upgrades. It'll get you there faster, and won't pour a bunch of smoke into the sky. But if you don't want my help, I'll take it to Antimatterland instead, to see if I can borrow some trash." 

Kion glad to be back in his functional clothing, gets on the new train. "Thank you, both for bringing my normal clothes back and stopping him from messing with us. Do you just know when someone is a Narrator?" 

The Render keeps waiting for another train to come, and Rebus begins to wonder if he should take a detour to deal with that. Of course, Faunus seemed mad about him messing with the train system even a little. 

[Bird Furious she/her/un/important]

6 minutes ago, Ookla the Inconclusive said:

Tam narrowed her eyes further.

What happened? she asked Beosta privately.

Shoe waved to him.

My dad killed me and my soul stayed with Livetha, so Shoe followed and got me back.  Her stomach twisted nauseously. He… my dad wanted my mom back, so I guess he made a deal with the spirits… but… but that’s over.

She smiled slightly. And Shoe said he loves me. 

[LessName]

Just now, Ookla the Inquisitive said:

Rebus adopts an innocent look. "I just put a fusion reactor in it, and threw in a couple other upgrades. It'll get you there faster, and won't pour a bunch of smoke into the sky. But if you don't want my help, I'll take it to Antimatterland instead, to see if I can borrow some trash." 

Kion glad to be back in his functional clothing, gets on the new train. "Thank you, both for bringing my normal clothes back and stopping him from messing with us. Do you just know when someone is a Narrator?" 

The Render keeps waiting for another train to come, and Rebus begins to wonder if he should take a detour to deal with that. Of course, Faunus seemed mad about him messing with the train system even a little. 

“Sure, you can have it.” With that, Faunus boarded the train behind Kion, seeming a little ruffled. “I can tell, because it wasn’t my Narration, or at least I assumed it was another Narrator.” She waved a dismissive hand, “It’s no trouble, I figured it’d be easier than you doing, considering that would bring the Render on you.”

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

3 minutes ago, oOklA thE shInyYyy said:

My dad killed me and my soul stayed with Livetha, so Shoe followed and got me back.  Her stomach twisted nauseously. He… my dad wanted my mom back, so I guess he made a deal with the spirits… but… but that’s over.

She smiled slightly. And Shoe said he loves me. 

Tam stared at her for a moment.

Your dad . . . killed you- your soul stayed with- and Shoe . . . she moved her hand back and forth, as if explaining it to herself. I'm going to need more of an explanation from Shoe later, I guess.

But until then . . .

She stepped up behind Shoe.

"YOU TOLD HER YOU LOVE HER?!" she yelled, "AND I MISSED IT?!"

He sighed and rubbed the sides of his head.

She hugged him from behind.

"You're adorable!"

I'm three years older than you.

"Shush. You're adorable," she whispered into his ear.

[NameIess]

3 minutes ago, Ookla the Inconclusive said:

Tam stared at her for a moment.

Your dad . . . killed you- your soul stayed with- and Shoe . . . she moved her hand back and forth, as if explaining it to herself. I'm going to need more of an explanation from Shoe later, I guess.

But until then . . .

She stepped up behind Shoe.

"YOU TOLD HER YOU LOVE HER?!" she yelled, "AND I MISSED IT?!"

He sighed and rubbed the sides of his head.

She hugged him from behind.

"You're adorable!"

I'm three years older than you.

"Shush. You're adorable," she whispered into his ear.

The priest poked his head up out from behind a rock at the mention of love, eyes narrowed.

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

Just now, Ookla the nostealnamepls said:

The priest poked his head up out from behind a rock at the mention of love, eyes narrowed.

Shoe noticed and narrowed his eyes, shaking his head at the priest.

[NameIess]

Just now, Ookla the Inconclusive said:

Shoe noticed and narrowed his eyes, shaking his head at the priest.

The priest gave Shoe a disapproving look as his head slowly lowered back behind the rock.

[Bird Furious she/her/un/important]

6 minutes ago, Ookla the Inconclusive said:

Tam stared at her for a moment.

Your dad . . . killed you- your soul stayed with- and Shoe . . . she moved her hand back and forth, as if explaining it to herself. I'm going to need more of an explanation from Shoe later, I guess.

But until then . . .

She stepped up behind Shoe.

"YOU TOLD HER YOU LOVE HER?!" she yelled, "AND I MISSED IT?!"

He sighed and rubbed the sides of his head.

She hugged him from behind.

"You're adorable!"

I'm three years older than you.

"Shush. You're adorable," she whispered into his ear.

Beosta hid her face behind her hands. 

[Through the Living Heir he/him]

10 minutes ago, Ookla the Dylsxic said:

“Sure, you can have it.” With that, Faunus boarded the train behind Kion, seeming a little ruffled. “I can tell, because it wasn’t my Narration, or at least I assumed it was another Narrator.” She waved a dismissive hand, “It’s no trouble, I figured it’d be easier than you doing, considering that would bring the Render on you.”

Kion nods again. "I'm honestly shocked saying fashion worked as well as it did. It's a decent Focus, but not one I've ever used before." 

As Rebus's train leaves the station, it upgrades repeatedly, going from standard modern, to maglev, to outright frictionless levitating. He places teleporters at the doors to allow off any passengers wanting to go somewhere else, then smacks his forehead and simply teleports the front car into orbit around Antimatterland. 

The Render continues waiting to see if another train will arrive. Rebus checks the train schedule. "I don't want to do that train; I'm doing enough self-narrating already." 

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

Just now, Ookla the nostealnamepls said:

The priest gave Shoe a disapproving look as his head slowly lowered back behind the rock.

Shoe sighed. He really hoped hat the priest wouldn't follow them.

Tam looked at him, confused.

He's trying to marry Beosta and I.

She nodded. "Excuse me."

Then she vanished.

2 minutes ago, oOklA thE shInyYyy said:

Beosta hid her face behind her hands. 

Shoe scooted over to her.

It's fine. She was going to find out, anyway.

[NameIess]

Just now, Ookla the Inconclusive said:

Shoe sighed. He really hoped hat the priest wouldn't follow them.

Tam looked at him, confused.

He's trying to marry Beosta and I.

She nodded. "Excuse me."

Then she vanished.

The priest did not reappear.

[Bird Furious she/her/un/important]

2 minutes ago, Ookla the Inconclusive said:

Shoe sighed. He really hoped hat the priest wouldn't follow them.

Tam looked at him, confused.

He's trying to marry Beosta and I.

She nodded. "Excuse me."

Then she vanished.

Shoe scooted over to her.

It's fine. She was going to find out, anyway.

She laughed and dropped her hands. “I know. But I probably looked like a tomato.” She hesitated, then leaned on his shoulder. 

[LessName]

1 minute ago, Ookla the Inquisitive said:

Kion nods again. "I'm honestly shocked saying fashion worked as well as it did. It's a decent Focus, but not one I've ever used before." 

As Rebus's train leaves the station, it upgrades repeatedly, going from standard modern, to maglev, to outright frictionless levitating. He places teleporters at the doors to allow off any passengers wanting to go somewhere else, then smacks his forehead and simply teleports the front car into orbit around Antimatterland. 

The Render continues waiting to see if another train will arrive. Rebus checks the train schedule. "I don't want to do that train; I'm doing enough self-narrating already." 

“Well, I’m sure you can trust me with all your outfit changes.” Faunus said, with an innocent grin, that twinkle in her green eyes. “I promise nothing too ridiculous.” She leaned back in her seat, folding her arms behind her head.

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

Just now, oOklA thE shInyYyy said:

She laughed and dropped her hands. “I know. But I probably looked like a tomato.” She hesitated, then leaned on his shoulder. 

He smiled and rested his head on hers.

I'm sure Tomato would be honored to know you said that, he joked.

[Bird Furious she/her/un/important]

1 minute ago, Ookla the Inconclusive said:

He smiled and rested his head on hers.

I'm sure Tomato would be honored to know you said that, he joked.

She beamed, then snorted at his statement. I’m sure she would be. 

You’re a very soft human. Soft and warm. 

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

Just now, oOklA thE shInyYyy said:

She beamed, then snorted at his statement. I’m sure she would be. 

You’re a very soft human. Soft and warm. 

Uh . . . thank you? He chuckled. You too, I think.

He put his arm around her.

This is nice.

[xinoehp512 he/him]

23 hours ago, Ookla the Dragonslayer said:

 I like tech. I like taking it apart and I like to create improvements. This, I think, is what I would do if I were not under servitude to Wriulin. 

Charles folded his arms.

Improvements... for what purpose? Stronger weapons, perhaps to defeat your servitors?

23 hours ago, Ookla the nostealnamepls said:

"I don't know!" Subversion sat up, throwing her hands in the air. "I just wish it was all real! I wish that things like people's happiness actually mattered outside of how they affect the story!" She fell back against her seat, arms flopping down by her sides, dangling off the edge of her therapy chair. "I wish," she said in a small voice. "That I was real. Because..." She paused, thinking deep, introspective thoughts. "Because he thinks I'm real, maybe. I wish everything could be real like he thinks it is."

 

"Ah," said Bacon. "Perhaps you wish you were more a character and less a Narrator?"

23 hours ago, Ookla the nostealnamepls said:

"All right." The adventurer fiddled with a device, activating Platypus's invitation to teleport him to the cell.

@Ookla the Arbiter

 

23 hours ago, Ookla the Arbiter said:

Platypus appeared in the room. 

no. I really don't  

Selppaenip jumped. "And who might you be?"

23 hours ago, Ookla the Dragonslayer said:

Sain sighed. "Bacon the Bard, Bacon the Bard, Bacon the Bard." He paused. "I don't really know where that came from."

Far away, a certain Scribe snickered as he wrote a line on the paper.

In a cascade of off-tune music, bacon-flavored sprinkles, and cupcake-wielding breadmunks, Bacon appeared.

"Greetings, random citizen!" he announced. "How would you rate that summoning?"

22 hours ago, Just_a_Fan said:

A queer sense of trepidation washes over the Espeon... Memories of terrible wars, wars from our side of the 4th wall, wash over him. It seems his author was watching ww2 movies for history class. Poor thing. 

He grips his sword tighter, out of fear, then looks for someone to fight.

A wild Bacon appears!

22 hours ago, Ookla the nostealnamepls said:

The man fell to the ground dead, eyes staring sightlessly. For a moment, all was still in the foggy forest. Then Cricket saw movement out of the corner of his eye. A form rushing towards him from behind with a sword raised, almost within striking range.

Moni's face twisted in anger. "I am not going to give the Plotblade of Endings to a monster like you. If you're not going to help us, then leave. I'm not scared by your threats. As terrible as it sounds like you are, I've faced far worse than you and lived to tell the tale."

The Wizard nodded wearily. "Those aren't my rabbits- well, they are technically rabbits, but that's not all they are. Perhaps... perhaps I can ask for a forestallment of my judgement until I have them properly contained again?" He glanced at Selppaenip.

@Ookla the Bacon

"I shall ask at once," said Selppaenip, relieved. 

He knocked on the door, hoping to communicate his request to the wardens.

22 hours ago, Ookla the nostealnamepls said:

Omen's voice seemed to come from everywhere at once.

"You have killed enough already. Look, and see what you have done."

Moni walked towards him, right hand gripping Ending's hilt. "A storm? Really? That's the punishment for defying you? I guess that makes sense. Cowards like you never do want to fight people personally."

The Great Wizard shook his head. "Do I look okay? I have betrayed everyone I cared for for nothing! How could I be okay?"

"Hardly nothing!" declared Selppaenip. "You have recruited me to the cause, after all!"

Edited November 29, 2024 by Ookla the Bacon

[Through the Living Heir he/him]

1 minute ago, Ookla the Dylsxic said:

“Well, I’m sure you can trust me with all your outfit changes.” Faunus said, with an innocent grin, that twinkle in her green eyes. “I promise nothing too ridiculous.” She leaned back in her seat, folding her arms behind her head.

Kion laughs. "Well, it's better than trusting that guy. Did you see his outfit?" Rebus had been wearing a very futuristic looking outfit, sleek black and light grey with neon orange highlights. Although not awful, it was like something out of Tron, or perhaps a clothing equivalent of the Aperture portal gun. To a mid-second-industrial-revolution dweller, it looked ridiculous.

Rebus, for his part, decides he can help the Render along after all. Certainly not motivated by the insult, he has a new train come through and collide with the Render as the conductor cannot stop it fast enough. Stretching to maintain its grip on the metal it'd gathered, it pulls back together and casually rips off a section of the front car wall, balling it up into a torso section as it steps inside. "Your tracks are damaged ahead. I would like you to turn around and head to a different station. May I have a map?" It fully knows the emotional effect of an angel made from twisted, razor sharp pieces of metal tearing its way into your room, and plans to milk it to the greatest possible extent. 

I should get off the shard now. Good night, if the time zones are as such.