The Longest Thread (Misadventures)

[xinoehp512 he/him]

2 hours ago, Ookla the nostealnamepls said:

Yeah, but I was rather busy at the time trying to get a weapon, then dealing with Desolation.

... looked up. "Ah, Selppaenip! How is my old friend?"

 

"Not good," said Selppaenip gravely. "He wished to plead guilty at first!"

2 hours ago, Ookla the nostealnamepls said:

"Oh." The traveler looks around at the barren landscape, imagining what it would be like to be lost out there with all sorts of dangers and basically no supplies. "Do you think you could take me close to it? My map... well, it's not too bad considering who made it, but it's still not good."

I can only warn, said the guide regretfully.

1 hour ago, Ookla the Irreplaceable said:

"I'm... not sure." admitted Perseus. "Worth a shot though."

"I just wanted to make sure."

"I see...." he said, scribbling. "And you are..."

"Bacon the Bard, Narrator Extraordinaire!"

1 hour 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!”

Bacon read the note curiously.

46 minutes ago, oOklA thE shInyYyy said:

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

He shook his head. “I don’t know.” 

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. 

"Hey now," said Bacon. "There's no need to feel that way! I'm sure that someone somewhere appreciates you."

2 minutes ago, Ookla the Inquisitive said:

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.” 

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. 

Bacon scratched his head. "I suppose it depends on what you're trying to do. And that won't work, silly! I'm already here."

[Through the Living Heir he/him]

1 minute ago, Ookla the Bacon said:

Bacon scratched his head. "I suppose it depends on what you're trying to do. And that won't work, silly! I'm already here."

Rebus has an idea, and teleports a copy of himself into the orbiting train. “Bacon the Bard, Bacon the Bard, Bacon the Bard.” At the same time, the Rebus down on the planet continues talking. “So you mean some people here will be fine with pranks in some ways but not in others? Any examples?” 

[Bird Furious she/her/un/important]

5 minutes ago, Ookla the Bacon said:

"Hey now," said Bacon. "There's no need to feel that way! I'm sure that someone somewhere appreciates you."

He looked up. “Oh, I’m not upset. I’m used to it.” 

[NameIess]

1 hour ago, Ookla the Irreplaceable said:

"Faceless aren't..." Perseus struggled for words. "They're not animals. They're smart, devious, calculating demons. I'm not sure if they'll be smart enough to stay away, or if they'll investigate. Let's hope it's the first."

"Yeah, lets." Moni started walking northwest. "Better get going. The quicker we're there, the less time Faceless have to get curious."

10 minutes ago, Ookla the Bacon said:

"Not good," said Selppaenip gravely. "He wished to plead guilty at first!"

"You convinced him not to plead guilty? Impressive." ... held up a document and handed it to Selppaenip. "What do you make of this? It's from Platypus's testimony. It records an encounter between him and a wizard that pretended to be Omen, trying to kill anyone who sought the Dreamsmith."

10 minutes ago, Ookla the Bacon said:

I can only warn, said the guide regretfully.

"Oh." The traveler morosely pulls out her map again. Then her face brightens and she flips the map around. "Say I decide that I don't want to visit Onyx. Could you correct this map for me? So that I can find my way to the other place in Onyx's realm that I want to go of course."

Edited December 1, 2024 by Ookla the nostealnamepls

[LessName]

10 minutes ago, Ookla the Inquisitive said:

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.

Faunus had merely given him back his outfit and supplies he had before using the stupid spell. But if he was going to abuse her abilities instead- Faunus narrowed her green eyes at Kion, folding her arms across her chest. Whatever friendliness or kindness was gone from her, mouth downturned in a frown. “You complain about what we Narrators can do, then use me?” She stood from her seat across from him, bristling, her mere narrowed eyes turning into a glare. Although the hurt from the breach of trust was clear in her pained expression.

[NameIess]

For anyone wondering about the rules of seeking the Dreamsmith, I've made a guide.

[TwinStorm He/Him]

16 minutes ago, Ookla the Bacon said:

"Not good," said Selppaenip gravely. "He wished to plead guilty at first!"

I can only warn, said the guide regretfully.

"Bacon the Bard, Narrator Extraordinaire!"

Bacon read the note curiously.

"Hey now," said Bacon. "There's no need to feel that way! I'm sure that someone somewhere appreciates you."

Bacon scratched his head. "I suppose it depends on what you're trying to do. And that won't work, silly! I'm already here."

"Yes..." said Trellin, summoning a notebook. "And how do Narrators come to be? Is it luck that one becomes a Narrator, or something else entirely?"

6 minutes ago, Ookla the nostealnamepls said:

"Yeah, lets." Moni started walking northwest. "Better get going. The quicker we're there, the less time Faceless have to get curious."

"You convinced him not to plead guilty? Impressive." ... held up a document and handed it to Selppaenip. "What do you make of this? It's from Platypus's testimony. It records an encounter between him and a wizard that pretended to be Omen, trying to kill anyone who sought the Dreamsmith."

"Oh." The traveler morosely pulls out her map again. Then her face brightens and she flips the map around. "Say I decide that I don't want to visit Onyx. Could you correct this map for me? So that I can find my way to the other place in Onyx's realm that I want to go of course."

Perseus pulled out a sword, and began walking behind Moni. They walked through massive trees that seemed to be made of stone. There were very few living things, only occasionally bugs, or rodents. Then a massive beast, a wolf with bloody red fur, leapt from behind a tree, maw opened.

[Through the Living Heir he/him]

1 minute ago, Ookla the Dylsxic said:

Faunus had merely given him back his outfit and supplies he had before using the stupid spell. But if he was going to abuse her abilities instead- Faunus narrowed her green eyes at Kion, folding her arms across her chest. Whatever friendliness or kindness was gone from her, mouth downturned in a frown. “You complain about what we Narrators can do, then use me?” She stood from her seat across from him, bristling, her mere narrowed eyes turning into a glare. Although the hurt from the breach of trust was clear in her pained expression.

I think I spent too long writing Rebus. Now that I think about it, that is not really something Kion would do, or even know how to do. But no retconning for me, I’ll roll with it! 
Kion shrinks backwards, but his voice is loud and defensive. “I felt useless! I still feel useless! But I know what I can do, and I want to make the most of it. If you would like to stop people from using the power you can give freely, so be it! I’ll get there myself and help people. I’ll die sooner, but at least I’ll die knowing I gave the power I had away to help others! If you’d like to go around, not using your magic to its full effect because you have just so much of it, that’s fine!” His voice breaks, and much of the rage goes out of it. “It’s not fine. I’m sorry. I’m just scared. Still. But it still stands. If you want to take your leave, I might feel better, knowing that if I die from my Render, it’s not because someone else could have done it. And that if someone else dies from my Render, at least it won’t be you, when you could still be helping people.” 

[Through the Living Shadow he/him]

45 minutes ago, Ookla the Bacon said:

"Not good," said Selppaenip gravely. "He wished to plead guilty at first!"

I can only warn, said the guide regretfully.

"Bacon the Bard, Narrator Extraordinaire!"

Bacon read the note curiously.

"Hey now," said Bacon. "There's no need to feel that way! I'm sure that someone somewhere appreciates you."

Bacon scratched his head. "I suppose it depends on what you're trying to do. And that won't work, silly! I'm already here."

The Scribe sent a box of chocolates to Bat. @oOklA thE shInyYyy

The note read as such: Hello, Bacon! I am currently being rudely confronted by one Tam, but I must tell you the origin of that name! Do you remember Madness, one of my personal favorite creations? Well, Intellect made a blade to match against Madness’ fake plot blade. And so, I call it my Notblade, because it is not a plotblade! And, well, it doesn’t really have any substance except illusion, so it’s not even a blade.

2 hours ago, 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.

“The Scribe, at your service!”

”I am Sain, proud last bastion of the fighting and magical tradition of the Hasrathans! This armor is made of the Strands, an impenetrable, powerful material.” He raised a hand, and a single golden Strand rose from it, waving around in an approximation of a hello.

2 hours ago, OOKLA the strange said:

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

[Wait wait wait… if you use an explosion… Pyk and Dint will be affected as well!]
Wriulin narrowed his eyes, and asked in a ragid voice. “What… are you even alive?”

This is asked because he knows where that ability might, theoretically, come from. He’s a scientist.

[Immortal Platypus]

1 hour ago, oOklA thE shInyYyy said:

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. 

Hacob liked him!

46 minutes ago, Ookla the nostealnamepls said:

"You convinced him not to plead guilty? Impressive." ... held up a document and handed it to Selppaenip. "What do you make of this? It's from Platypus's testimony. It records an encounter between him and a wizard that pretended to be Omen, trying to kill anyone who sought the Dreamsmith."

Platypus didn't recall writing down his testimony. Maybe it had been part of the paperwork.

[Keke They/he]

2 minutes ago, Ookla the Dragonslayer said:

The Scribe sent a box of chocolates to Bat. @oOklA thE shInyYyy

The note read as such: Hello, Bacon! I am currently being rudely confronted by one Tam, but I must tell you the origin of that name! Do you remember Madness, one of my personal favorite creations? Well, Intellect made a blade to match against Madness’ fake plot blade. And so, I call it my Notblade, because it is not a plotblade! And, well, it doesn’t really have any substance except illusion, so it’s not even a blade.

“The Scribe, at your service!”

”I am Sain, proud last bastion of the fighting and magical tradition of the Hasrathans! This armor is made of the Strands, an impenetrable, powerful material.” He raised a hand, and a single golden Strand rose from it, waving around in an approximation of a hello.

[Wait wait wait… if you use an explosion… Pyk and Dint will be affected as well!]
Wriulin narrowed his eyes, and asked in a ragid voice. “What… are you even alive?”

This is asked because he knows where that ability might, theoretically, come from. He’s a scientist.

Ah noted. 

shoot your right. It will. Asher looked at him and debated answering. "What does it matter to you?"

[Through the Living Shadow he/him]

1 minute ago, OOKLA the strange said:

Ah noted. 

shoot your right. It will. Asher looked at him and debated answering. "What does it matter to you?"

“Your ability… it… shouldn’t be possible.” He matched their calculating, weighing glance with his own, and sent a charcoal black Strand at them faster than normal.

[Bird Furious she/her/un/important]

11 minutes ago, Ookla the Dragonslayer said:

The Scribe sent a box of chocolates to Bat. @oOklA thE shInyYyy

Bat was suspicious of them, not knowing what they were, but once he tried them he appreciated the sentiment. 

Very much. 

The chocolates were soon gone. 

8 minutes ago, Ookla the Arbiter said:

Hacob liked him!

If only Bat had known… 

[Keke They/he]

1 minute ago, Ookla the Dragonslayer said:

“Your ability… it… shouldn’t be possible.” He matched their calculating, weighing glance with his own, and sent a charcoal black Strand at them faster than normal.

Asher reacted quickly and shot the Strands quickly. 

[Through the Living Shadow he/him]

1 minute ago, oOklA thE shInyYyy said:

Bat was suspicious of them, not knowing what they were, but once he tried them he appreciated the sentiment. 

Very much. 

The chocolates were soon gone. 

If only Bat had known… 

The Scribe sent a note. Hacob shares the sentiment.

@Ookla the Arbiter

@OOKLA the strange

Wriulin gasped again. “It seems to destroy, not only the extension Strands, but the core ones as well… interesting. But I am afraid you are a liability.”

He raised a hand, and the world froze around them, taking on a blue-purple tinge, which soon dissipated. The ground rumbled, and a section near them began to rise up. 

Edited December 1, 2024 by Ookla the Dragonslayer

[Immortal Platypus]

1 minute ago, oOklA thE shInyYyy said:

If only Bat had known… 

Bat did know. Cause Hacob said so.

Just now, Ookla the Dragonslayer said:

The Scribe sent a note. Hacob shares the sentiment.

@Ookla the Arbiter

waaay ahead of you  

The note burned up as Hacob already made sure Bat knew.

Edited December 1, 2024 by Ookla the Arbiter

[Bird Furious she/her/un/important]

1 minute ago, Ookla the Dragonslayer said:

The Scribe sent a note. Hacob shares the sentiment.

@Ookla the Arbiter

 

1 minute ago, Ookla the Arbiter said:

Bat did know. Cause Hacob said so.

waaay ahead of you  

The note burned up as Hacob already made sure Bat knew.

Bat smiled. 

Augh I messed up oh well 

[Keke They/he]

4 minutes ago, Ookla the Dragonslayer said:

The Scribe sent a note. Hacob shares the sentiment.

@Ookla the Arbiter

@OOKLA the strange

Wriulin gasped again. “It seems to destroy, not only the extension Strands, but the core ones as well… interesting. But I am afraid you are a liability.”

He raised a hand, and the world froze around them, taking on a blue-purple tinge, which soon dissipated. The ground rumbled, and a section near them began to rise up. 

Asher glanced around. "What in helheim?!" 

[Through the Living Shadow he/him]

Just now, OOKLA the strange said:

Asher glanced around. "What in helheim?!" 

Wriulin have a wry grin, and sent the section of ground at them slowly, as well as a Strand.

[Keke They/he]

Just now, Ookla the Dragonslayer said:

Wriulin have a wry grin, and sent the section of ground at them slowly, as well as a Strand.

they shot the Strands and dodged the ground and rushed forward with their knife igniting on fire. 

[Through the Living Shadow he/him]

Just now, OOKLA the strange said:

they shot the Strands and dodged the ground and rushed forward with their knife igniting on fire. 

Wriulin stumbled back, and sent a number of Strands at them. “No… I was so close!”

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

2 hours ago, Ookla the Irreplaceable said:

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

Apparently . . .

2 hours ago, oOklA thE shInyYyy said:

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

Okay, what was that?! He was slightly concerned now.

12 minutes ago, oOklA thE shInyYyy said:

 

Bat smiled. 

Augh I messed up oh well 

A small bird landed on his shoulder.

[Keke They/he]

Just now, Ookla the Dragonslayer said:

Wriulin stumbled back, and sent a number of Strands at them. “No… I was so close!”

Asher cut the Strands with one swipe. They went to slash his chest.

[TwinStorm He/Him]

Just now, Ookla the Inconclusive said:

Apparently . . .

Okay, what was that?! He was slightly concerned now.

A small bird landed on his shoulder.

I was caught up in the moment. I was just a little bit distracted that I failed to pass the test to think about the morals.

[NameIess]

1 hour ago, Ookla the Irreplaceable said:

Perseus pulled out a sword, and began walking behind Moni. They walked through massive trees that seemed to be made of stone. There were very few living things, only occasionally bugs, or rodents. Then a massive beast, a wolf with bloody red fur, leapt from behind a tree, maw opened.

Moni jumped back, Endings held wardingly towards the beast. "What is that thing?"

27 minutes ago, Ookla the Arbiter said:

Platypus didn't recall writing down his testimony. Maybe it had been part of the paperwork.

(It had been)