The Longest Thread (Misadventures)

[TwinStorm He/Him]

1 hour ago, Ookla the Dylsxic said:

Suddenly, seemingly out of nowhere, a train shot past, running over the monster, although it seemed to be in the process of slowing down, the wheel screeching as sparks flew from the grinding metal. The train stopped, settling with a final hiss. Two people looked out from inside.

@Ookla the Inquisitive
@Ookla the Irreplaceable

Perseus jumped backwards. "You could've killed me with that!" he said indignantly. 

1 hour ago, Ookla the nostealnamepls said:

  

Moni shook her head. "Not unless you have to. Speaking from experience, dying is terrible. You shouldn't ki-"

Moni blinked in shock. "Wha-" Her face calmed. "Which one of you is the Narrator?"

"I've never actually died before. I should've though. The demon's curse saved me."

"Tam?" Cricket said from behind. "Can we talk real quick?"

@Ookla the Inconclusive 

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

2 minutes ago, OOKLA the strange said:

"Oh ok" they nod still somewhat confused 

Are they aware they were created by people that are not on their world... fourth wall stuff. Is there a fourth wall or no?

 

Sometimes. Varies from character to character.

[Through the Living Heir he/him]

3 hours ago, Ookla the Bacon said:

"Well, I don't want to give away my tricks of the trade!"

“Well, what should I trade for your tricks?” Rebus waves a hand, stabbing the monster he’d almost forgotten about with a spear of utility fog wrapped around some self replicating machines. They chew through it, then are teleported away to be called back later. 

1 hour ago, Ookla the Dylsxic said:

Faunus started pacing back and forth as he spoke, brow furrowed in thought, before she paused, green eyes snapping up to meet Kion’s, “Sequence let the Render out, it promised to behave, so she let it go. It didn’t get out.” Leaning against the wall, she sighed. “Kion, Narration is very different from your magic, so you really don’t know if we can kill it or not. But I don’t think I should try-“ she then paused, tilting her head to the side, as if listening. Then her eyes went wide with surprise. “We’ve got a destination.” Faunus said, hurrying over to a window to look out. She looked over at Kion, green eyes ablaze with determination, “We’ll continue what we started, but don’t ever take advantage of me again. Nor expect my trust to come so easily anymore. We’re going to Ragnarok”

Faunus realized she really should address this issue, the train was her creation after all. She dispelled it, the train the Render was riding, the parts it had made as part of its body, the track it used as well. Dumping the Render in the middle of nowhere.

Kion still appears resigned, and is perhaps less personal than he was previously. “I understand. I’ll remember magic means nothing to a Narrator, and they expect it continue to mean nothing to others. And apparently letting loose a relentless hunter means as little as capturing one. I’m surprised that the Render even could say it would behave.” 

The Render, lacking a body and wherever nowhere is, picks up some nothing from nowhere without making it something from somewhere. It would be make it harder to do that to it again, it thought. Then, it began to fly over the nowhere, for nowhere weighs nothing. 

1 hour ago, Ookla the Dylsxic said:

Suddenly, seemingly out of nowhere, a train shot past, running over the monster, although it seemed to be in the process of slowing down, the wheel screeching as sparks flew from the grinding metal. The train stopped, settling with a final hiss. Two people looked out from inside.

@Ookla the Inquisitive
@Ookla the Irreplaceable

Kion, a young man wearing practical if not quite modern clothes well suited for hiking, looks towards the front of the train in alarm, then looks at the infernal landscape in much more alarm. 

58 minutes ago, Ookla the nostealnamepls said:

Moni blinked in shock. "Wha-" Her face calmed. "Which one of you is the Narrator?"

Kion sighs, having hoped that just maybe he’d stop being overshadowed. “That would be Faunus. My name is Kion. Who might you be?” 

5 minutes ago, Ookla the Dragonslayer said:

I created all of them! I even created Madness, and many people weren’t happy bout that.

The scribe is essentially the extension of my will  

Rebus decides to take a page - no pun intended - from the Scribe’s book and makes a small, floating object teleport into the room (the Scribe’s room). It projects a hologram, which says, “Good work by the way. B A C, O N T, H E T A X. Unfortunately, that only works with the Mikey Mouse theme if you squint at it hard. Anyway, I’m bored, any ideas?” 

Just now, OOKLA the strange said:

Are they aware they were created by people that are not on their world... fourth wall stuff. Is there a fourth wall or no?

Rebus makes a similar hologram projector by [your character, whose name I think is Asher]. “Of course not! Read the thread tags! But a Narrator or similar character would have to explain such things to you, and someone like the Scribe might feel a need to prevent their characters from hearing about it. For instance, you can pretend this never happened.” 

[Keke They/he]

Just now, Ookla the Dragonslayer said:

It varies.

It’s up to you.

Mine aren’t.

Read the tags for this thread.

”What will we do now?” The man asked.

Asher remembers there is other people around. They look at pyk. "Oh I'm not in charge or anything. Ask him" they point to pyk

got it

Thanks

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

1 minute ago, Ookla the Irreplaceable said:

"Tam?" Cricket said from behind. "Can we talk real quick?"

"Yeah. What's up?"

She walked over to him.

Edited December 2, 2024 by Ookla the Inconclusive

[Through the Living Wrath he/him]

Just now, Ookla the Inquisitive said:

“Well, what should I trade for your tricks?” Rebus waves a hand, stabbing the monster he’d almost forgotten about with a spear of utility fog wrapped around some self replicating machines. They chew through it, then are teleported away to be called back later. 

Kion still appears resigned, and is perhaps less personal than he was previously. “I understand. I’ll remember magic means nothing to a Narrator, and they expect it continue to mean nothing to others. And apparently letting loose a relentless hunter means as little as capturing one. I’m surprised that the Render even could say it would behave.” 

The Render, lacking a body and wherever nowhere is, picks up some nothing from nowhere without making it something from somewhere. It would be make it harder to do that to it again, it thought. Then, it began to fly over the nowhere, for nowhere weighs nothing. 

Kion, a young man wearing practical if not quite modern clothes well suited for hiking, looks towards the front of the train in alarm, then looks at the infernal landscape in much more alarm. 

Kion sighs, having hoped that just maybe he’d stop being overshadowed. “That would be Faunus. My name is Kion. Who might you be?” 

Rebus decides to take a page - no pun intended - from the Scribe’s book and makes a small, floating object teleport into the room (the Scribe’s room). It projects a hologram, which says, “Good work by the way. B A C, O N T, H E T A X. Unfortunately, that only works with the Mikey Mouse theme if you squint at it hard. Anyway, I’m bored, any ideas?” 

Rebus makes a similar hologram projector by [your character, whose name I think is Asher]. “Of course not! Read the thread tags! But a Narrator or similar character would have to explain such things to you, and someone like the Scribe might feel a need to prevent their characters from hearing about it. For instance, you can pretend this never happened.” 

The Scribe giggles at the memory among his many paper. “Start a fire!”

[Keke They/he]

3 minutes ago, Ookla the Inquisitive said:

“Well, what should I trade for your tricks?” Rebus waves a hand, stabbing the monster he’d almost forgotten about with a spear of utility fog wrapped around some self replicating machines. They chew through it, then are teleported away to be called back later. 

Kion still appears resigned, and is perhaps less personal than he was previously. “I understand. I’ll remember magic means nothing to a Narrator, and they expect it continue to mean nothing to others. And apparently letting loose a relentless hunter means as little as capturing one. I’m surprised that the Render even could say it would behave.” 

The Render, lacking a body and wherever nowhere is, picks up some nothing from nowhere without making it something from somewhere. It would be make it harder to do that to it again, it thought. Then, it began to fly over the nowhere, for nowhere weighs nothing. 

Kion, a young man wearing practical if not quite modern clothes well suited for hiking, looks towards the front of the train in alarm, then looks at the infernal landscape in much more alarm. 

Kion sighs, having hoped that just maybe he’d stop being overshadowed. “That would be Faunus. My name is Kion. Who might you be?” 

Rebus decides to take a page - no pun intended - from the Scribe’s book and makes a small, floating object teleport into the room (the Scribe’s room). It projects a hologram, which says, “Good work by the way. B A C, O N T, H E T A X. Unfortunately, that only works with the Mikey Mouse theme if you squint at it hard. Anyway, I’m bored, any ideas?” 

Rebus makes a similar hologram projector by [your character, whose name I think is Asher]. “Of course not! Read the thread tags! But a Narrator or similar character would have to explain such things to you, and someone like the Scribe might feel a need to prevent their characters from hearing about it. For instance, you can pretend this never happened.” 

Asher jumps a bit. "Uhm pretend this never happened got it?" I'm for sure going crazy now

Edited December 2, 2024 by OOKLA the strange

[TwinStorm He/Him]

1 minute ago, Ookla the Inconclusive said:

"Yeah. What's up?"

She walked over to him.

"Listen, about earlier, I just wanted to say sorry. I've been a mess all day, with Beosta and everything and I didn't mean to be so insensitive. I'm just... distracted."

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

Just now, Ookla the Irreplaceable said:

"Listen, about earlier, I just wanted to say sorry. I've been a mess all day, with Beosta and everything and I didn't mean to be so insensitive. I'm just... distracted."

"Oh! Er- it's okay. What's been bothering you?"

[TwinStorm He/Him]

Just now, Ookla the Inconclusive said:

"Oh! Er- it's okay. What's been bothering you?"

"I feel like I'm putting everything off. I have a responsibility, and here I am, running around on an island. I feel guilty about it."

[Through the Living Heir he/him]

3 minutes ago, Ookla the Irreplaceable said:

Perseus jumped backwards. "You could've killed me with that!" he said indignantly. 

Kion sighs again. “I’m sure she could, but unless you were standing on train tracks, you would be fine. I’m Kion, by the way.” 

2 minutes ago, Ookla the Dragonslayer said:

The Scribe giggles at the memory among his many paper. “Start a fire!”

Rebus’s hologram projector projects “got it!” as brightly as it can at the Scribe’s important papers, potentially doing just that. Then, Rebus and everyone else associated with his Author stop existing temporarily as I go to sleep. Good night. 

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

Just now, Ookla the Irreplaceable said:

"I feel like I'm putting everything off. I have a responsibility, and here I am, running around on an island. I feel guilty about it."

"Ah. Do you want to do something about it?"

[TwinStorm He/Him]

Just now, Ookla the Inquisitive said:

Kion sighs again. “I’m sure she could, but unless you were standing on train tracks, you would be fine. I’m Kion, by the way.” 

Rebus’s hologram projector projects “got it!” as brightly as it can at the Scribe’s important papers, potentially doing just that. Then, Rebus and everyone else associated with his Author stop existing temporarily as I go to sleep. Good night. 

"I'm Perseus. Why exactly do you choose to go to Ragnorok, of all the terrible places in the thread?"

Just now, Ookla the Inconclusive said:

"Ah. Do you want to do something about it?"

"No." he admitted truthfully. "I just want to chill, go and do things that aren't life and death, and aren't important to me."

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

1 minute ago, Ookla the Irreplaceable said:

"No." he admitted truthfully. "I just want to chill, go and do things that aren't life and death, and aren't important to me."

She nodded.

"Still don't want that responsibility, huh?"

[TwinStorm He/Him]

Just now, Ookla the Inconclusive said:

She nodded.

"Still don't want that responsibility, huh?"

"Nope. Just trying to be a free soul."

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

Just now, Ookla the Irreplaceable said:

"Nope. Just trying to be a free soul."

She sat on the sand, inviting him to sit next to her.

"But you feel like you can't escape the responsibility, and so you feel guilty ignoring it?"

[TwinStorm He/Him]

1 minute ago, Ookla the Inconclusive said:

She sat on the sand, inviting him to sit next to her.

"But you feel like you can't escape the responsibility, and so you feel guilty ignoring it?"

He sat down, sighing, and placed the purple pineapple hat on Tam. "Sooner, or later, those hunters will come back. I know they will. And here I am doing nothing."

[Bird Furious she/her/un/important]

19 minutes ago, Ookla the Inconclusive said:

shoe non-capitalized or Shoe capitalized

Footwear or person

Footwear

but pebbles like that don't exist in nature 

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

Just now, Ookla the Irreplaceable said:

He sat down, sighing, and placed the purple pineapple hat on Tam. "Sooner, or later, those hunters will come back. I know they will. And here I am doing nothing."

She smiled and turned the hat pink, then put it on Cricket's head.

"Well, what can you do?"

[TwinStorm He/Him]

Just now, Ookla the Inconclusive said:

She smiled and turned the hat pink, then put it on Cricket's head.

"Well, what can you do?"

Cricket grinned. "I'm not entirely sure. I could always go out and find the hunters, but I don't want to fight. When I fight, I kill." he shuddered slightly. "And I don't ever want to kill again."

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

1 minute ago, oOklA thE shInyYyy said:

Footwear

but pebbles like that don't exist in nature 

You never know

22 minutes ago, oOklA thE shInyYyy said:

The stone floated forward and projected the image of itself in the clear waters of a stream. A small pebble struggled downstream--- a small, shoe-shaped pebble, very detailed. 

Shoe sighed again. And now there's a pebble in a stream . . . and it's shaped like a shoe. Wonderful.

Beosta, do you understand any of this?

Just now, Ookla the Irreplaceable said:

Cricket grinned. "I'm not entirely sure. I could always go out and find the hunters, but I don't want to fight. When I fight, I kill." he shuddered slightly. "And I don't ever want to kill again."

She looked at the ground.

"I don't want you to, either."

[Bird Furious she/her/un/important]

Just now, Ookla the Inconclusive said:

You never know

Shoe sighed again. And now there's a pebble in a stream . . . and it's shaped like a shoe. Wonderful.

Beosta, do you understand any of this?

She frowned. "I know the spirits have very limited communication abilities."

"They work best in terms of 'yes' and 'no," Gaioh offered. "Maybe if you ask it a bunch of questions?" 

augh I wanna write up smth for Bat but that would be pointless cuz of his nullite tattoos 

Bat absently petted his bird friend again. boy bird or girl bird

[TwinStorm He/Him]

2 minutes ago, Ookla the Inconclusive said:

You never know

Shoe sighed again. And now there's a pebble in a stream . . . and it's shaped like a shoe. Wonderful.

Beosta, do you understand any of this?

She looked at the ground.

"I don't want you to, either."

"Thanks." he said. "Glad to know somebody out there wants the best for me."

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

Just now, oOklA thE shInyYyy said:

Bat absently petted his bird friend again. boy bird or girl bird

Boy bird

Just now, oOklA thE shInyYyy said:

She frowned. "I know the spirits have very limited communication abilities."

"They work best in terms of 'yes' and 'no," Gaioh offered. "Maybe if you ask it a bunch of questions?" 

That might be better. Thanks.

Um . . . he waved his hands back and forth, searching for something to say.

Are you . . . here to ask for help?

Just now, Ookla the Irreplaceable said:

"Thanks." he said. "Glad to know somebody out there wants the best for me."

"I should, I hope. That's what friends do."

[TwinStorm He/Him]

2 minutes ago, Ookla the Inconclusive said:

Boy bird

That might be better. Thanks.

Um . . . he waved his hands back and forth, searching for something to say.

Are you . . . here to ask for help?

"I should, I hope. That's what friends do."

"Haven't had too many of those, till... about three weeks ago."

I'm just gonna say its been three weeks since Cricket met up with them, unless we have an actual date we've been using

Edited December 2, 2024 by Ookla the Irreplaceable