The Longest Thread (Misadventures)

[Immortal Platypus]

31 minutes ago, Ookla the nostealnamepls said:

Yeah, nothing else. Let me know if you need somebody to help with Platypus.

I don't know if it's Platypus, but if it is I'll let you know.

10 minutes ago, Ookla the Irreplaceable said:

"From what the Narrators said, he's some sort of smith who can make you powerful weapons to help you. I don't know much else about him." he shrugged. "Seemed like a good place to start."

Platypus appeared. "He makes more than weapons, you know. He made me Clemency, my pen, and he made an Inkling, Cognition, a shield."

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

Just now, Ookla the Arbiter said:

Platypus appeared. "He makes more than weapons, you know. He made me Clemency, my pen, and he made an Inkling, Cognition, a shield."

Shoe wasn't sure what those items were.

[Immortal Platypus]

1 minute ago, Ookla the Inconclusive said:

Shoe wasn't sure what those items were.

They were a pen and a shield.

[Through the Living Shadow he/him]

3 hours ago, Ookla the Bacon said:

Explain what you know.

"Well, do you know why it's called that? It seems a silly name."

"Aha!" said Bacon, quickly filling out the rest of the crossword. "Much appreciated!" The newspaper vanished in a flash. "Anything I can do for you, good sir?"

"Well, where there's light there's hope, I suppose. Now. How shall we prepare for the trial?"

"Oh," said Bacon, stubbornly not exploding. "Is that all?"

The guide was there.

Greetings, traveller. This is not a place of safety.

A note fluttered down to Bacon.

7 hours ago, OOKLA the strange said:

Asher shot some of fire at the strands. "The only one who is dying today is gonna be you"  at this point asher didn't care who he was, he was gonna die. finally someone to kill!

The Strands dissolved, disappearing. Wriulin gasped, looking up at Asher in shock. Next, he sent a Cast their way.

7 hours ago, Ookla the Inconclusive said:

"Fine," Tam grumbled. "Let's see who you are."

She teleported the Scribe to right in front of her.

The Scribe was a mouse looking person with spectacles. “Hey!”

A man appeared next to them and stepped between the two, yellow Strands making up an armor of his. “Hey! Don’t do that!”

[TwinStorm He/Him]

12 minutes ago, Ookla the Inconclusive said:

Why shouldn't I ask Tam about it?

"It's... complicated. There's a trial that you need to pass to get to them, and me and her know how to do it. If you do go, and you know the answer, you'll fail."

[Immortal Platypus]

Just now, Ookla the Irreplaceable said:

"It's... complicated. There's a trial that you need to pass to get to them, and me and her know how to do it. If you do go, and you know the answer, you'll fail."

"The trial is different for different people. You can talk about it."

[TwinStorm He/Him]

Just now, Ookla the Arbiter said:

"The trial is different for different people. You can talk about it."

"Oh?" Cricket perked up. "Really?"

[Keke They/he]

4 minutes ago, Ookla the Dragonslayer said:

A note fluttered down to Bacon.

The Strands dissolved, disappearing. Wriulin gasped, looking up at Asher in shock. Next, he sent a Cast their way.

The Scribe was a mouse looking person with spectacles. “Hey!”

A man appeared next to them and stepped between the two, yellow Strands making up an armor of his. “Hey! Don’t do that!”

Asher shot more fire at the cast. use an explosion! no, ill save that for later. 

[Immortal Platypus]

1 minute ago, Ookla the Irreplaceable said:

"Oh?" Cricket perked up. "Really?"

"I mean, I knew about several people's trial before I went to the Dreamsmith. I know what yours was."

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

6 minutes ago, Ookla the Arbiter said:

They were a pen and a shield.

More specifically, he wasn't sure why those items were significant. He assumed they were powerful in some way.

5 minutes ago, Ookla the Dragonslayer said:

The Scribe was a mouse looking person with spectacles. “Hey!”

A man appeared next to them and stepped between the two, yellow Strands making up an armor of his. “Hey! Don’t do that!”

"Hello, Scribe," Tam said to the person with the spectacles.

"And hello to whoever you are, I guess," she said to the man. She pointed to his armor.

"What's that?"

2 minutes ago, Ookla the Irreplaceable said:

"Oh?" Cricket perked up. "Really?"

Even I knew that, silly, Tam said in his mind.

[TwinStorm He/Him]

1 minute ago, Ookla the Arbiter said:

"I mean, I knew about several people's trial before I went to the Dreamsmith. I know what yours was."

"What were others like?"

Just now, Ookla the Inconclusive said:

More specifically, he wasn't sure why those items were significant. He assumed they were powerful in some way.

"Hello, Scribe," Tam said to the person with the spectacles.

"And hello to whoever you are, I guess," she said to the man. She pointed to his armor.

"What's that?"

Even I knew that, silly, Tam said in his mind.

Of course you did. he thought, rolling his eyes.

[Immortal Platypus]

2 minutes ago, Ookla the Inconclusive said:

More specifically, he wasn't sure why those items were significant. He assumed they were powerful in some way.

The pen was a pen. It could fill out paperwork on it's own, which was very useful. The shield could block Narration. Kinda like Nullite.

Just now, Ookla the Irreplaceable said:

"What were others like?"

"I forgot. They were a long time ago. Mine had to do with Plotblades and the end of the Thread."

Edited December 1, 2024 by Ookla the Arbiter

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

Just now, Ookla the Irreplaceable said:

Of course you did. he thought, rolling his eyes.

I thought you knew, too! Which is why I was confused when you told Shoe he shouldn't talk to me about it.

Just now, Ookla the Arbiter said:

The pen was a pen. It could fill out paperwork on it's own, which was very useful. The shield could block Narration. Kinda like Nullite.

Well, Shoe would probably have thought those were very useful if someone told him what they could do.

[LessName]

9 hours ago, Ookla the Inquisitive said:

Kion smiles. “Caring is important, and I hope you - and me, for that matter - stay that way. Speaking of which, we’re not going to create anyone who needs our help, so does that mean we’ll show up with by some other Thread focuses? By which I mean people the words seem to follow, even if they’re not Narrators.” 
Rebus, finishing his negotiation with the Antimatterlanders, concedes the point. “I wasn’t saying those things had no worth. At least until I stop being a complete Author expy, I love fantasy and play D&D. But I think the Thread is a bit oversaturated with pure fantasy, and mixing magic with technology is both cool and powerful.” He gestures around himself to the antimatter planet and the force fields he’d wrapped around himself, the antimatter utility fog he’d narrated, and the flying train, high above him. “None of this would have been possible without both magic and technology. And I’m going to make it even better in a few minutes, once I can hide this part from Bacon.” He snickers, imagining what is to come. 

Faunus managed a small smile back, her freckled cheeks still red with the embarrassed blush. “We’ll probably end up where other characters are in need. So we’ll have to wait and see what happens.”

Faunus raised that unimpressed brow at Rebus mentally, still preferring magic alone to magic and technology. 

[TwinStorm He/Him]

Just now, Ookla the Inconclusive said:

I thought you knew, too! Which is why I was confused when you told Shoe he shouldn't talk to me about it.

You've just been listening this whole time? Cricket said. Of course she had.

1 minute ago, Ookla the Arbiter said:

The pen was a pen. It could fill out paperwork on it's own, which was very useful. The shield could block Narration. Kinda like Nullite.

"I forgot. They were a long time ago. Mine had to do with Plotblades and the end of the Thread."

"Huh. How did you pass?"

[Immortal Platypus]

2 minutes ago, Ookla the Inconclusive said:

Well, Shoe would probably have thought those were very useful if someone told him what they could do.

The pen could do other things too, they just haven't been discovered yet. The same was probably true of the shield.

Just now, Ookla the Irreplaceable said:

"Huh. How did you pass?"

"Well, I fought a dude for a little while, then he beat me and destroyed the Thread and I was at the Dreamsmith."

Edited December 1, 2024 by Ookla the Arbiter

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

Just now, Ookla the Irreplaceable said:

You've just been listening this whole time? Cricket said. Of course she had.

Not the whole time. Only the past half-hour.

They've been gone for like five, maybe ten minutes

1 minute ago, Ookla the Arbiter said:

The pen could do other things too, they just haven't been discovered yet. The same was probably true of the shield.

Very nice, very nice.

Indeed, Shoe probably would have been interested if someone told him that.

[TwinStorm He/Him]

1 minute ago, Ookla the Arbiter said:

The pen could do other things too, they just haven't been discovered yet. The same was probably true of the shield.

"Well, I fought a dude for a little while, then he beat me and destroyed the Thread and I was at the Dreamsmith."

"That seems easy. I was supposed to tell if Tam was real or not."

Just now, Ookla the Inconclusive said:

Not the whole time. Only the past half-hour.

They've been gone for like five, maybe ten minutes

Cricket rolled his eyes.

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

Just now, Ookla the Irreplaceable said:

"That seems easy. I was supposed to tell if Tam was real or not."

Eh . . . sort of.

Just now, Ookla the Irreplaceable said:

Cricket rolled his eyes.

She chuckled.

[TwinStorm He/Him]

Just now, Ookla the Inconclusive said:

Eh . . . sort of.

She chuckled.

Oh, what else was it then?

[Immortal Platypus]

1 minute ago, Ookla the Inconclusive said:

Very nice, very nice.

Indeed, Shoe probably would have been interested if someone told him that.

He would probably find out eventually.

Just now, Ookla the Irreplaceable said:

"That seems easy. I was supposed to tell if Tam was real or not."

"It wasn't. You missed the part about fighting. If someone can beat me, then you know that fighting them will be awful."

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

2 minutes ago, Ookla the Irreplaceable said:

Oh, what else was it then?

It was more . . . at least to me it seemed like you were supposed to learn that mercy is always viable option when it comes to your enemies. Among other things.

Edited December 1, 2024 by Ookla the Inconclusive

[TwinStorm He/Him]

9 minutes ago, Ookla the Inconclusive said:

It was more . . . at least to me it seemed like you were supposed to learn that mercy is always viable option when it comes to your enemies. Among other things.

Huh, really? Clearly I didn't think about it deeply enough.

11 minutes ago, Ookla the Arbiter said:

He would probably find out eventually.

"It wasn't. You missed the part about fighting. If someone can beat me, then you know that fighting them will be awful."

"Huh."

[Bird Furious she/her/un/important]

5 hours ago, Ookla the Inconclusive said:

FAREWELL, MY CHILD 

Shoe jerked his head sharply towards it.

What was that?

It flickered again, closer, in the shape of a rose. It vanished after a mere moment. 

3 hours ago, Ookla the Bacon said:

 

"Well, do you know why it's called that? It seems a silly name."

 

He shook his head. “I don’t know.” 

2 hours ago, Ookla the Inconclusive said:

Shoe stared at him for a second, then snorted.

I appreciate your concern, Cricket, but I don't think you have to worry about me becoming a murderer.

As much as I wanted to kill him in the moment, I know never would. I have more control over my emotions than that. Thank you, though.

A huge, black, hairy tarantula suddenly jumped onto his shoulder from a nearby tree.

Bat gave up. If the world or the Narrators or whoever the heck it was hated him this much, maybe he should just let them kill him. 

He was so, so tired of this. 

[Through the Living Heir he/him]

4 hours ago, Ookla the Bacon said:

"Oh," said Bacon, stubbornly not exploding. "Is that all?"

Rebus shrugs. “I suppose so, if you won’t explode for me. There’s still the monster and I think I summoned you earlier, by saying Bacon the Bard, Bacon the Bard, Bacon the Bard, so we can deal with that, I suppose. Any suggestions of people I can mess with that will take it well, can survive being killed, and won’t no-sell whatever it is I do? I bet I can figure out something eventually - I hear it’s happened in the past.” 

47 minutes ago, Ookla the Dylsxic said:

Faunus managed a small smile back, her freckled cheeks still red with the embarrassed blush. “We’ll probably end up where other characters are in need. So we’ll have to wait and see what happens.”

Faunus raised that unimpressed brow at Rebus mentally, still preferring magic alone to magic and technology. 

Kion nods, settling into his seat and checking that his coat, boots, and supplies are intact. Hopefully, the way Faunus had done it meant he could acquire items he needed and had reason to have, as long as he didn’t pay too much attention to the exact contents of his things. 
The Render clomps up to an ATM Faunus had missed while reverting the place, and touches it. Now part of its body, the Render can make it spit out money without it being paid for. Looking over the train map, it pays for a ticket that will bring it towards Kion, inadvertently getting a decent discount from the terrified cashier. 
Rebus decides he doesn’t need to convince anyone, and decides to turn his effort to the duel tasks at hand. “There was that apocalypse plot with the dead person, the other dead person, and the supposedly dead person. That sounds like people that need help to me, and conveniently requires you to increase the technology level of your train. I think their technology is powered by magic, if it makes you feel better. Something about dragon blood, I think?” He also pulls up a Thread-related database on an unspecified futuristic interface, then scrolls through it for ideas, wondering if Bacon even pays attention to what he’s doing anywhere else.