The Longest Thread (Misadventures)

[Cookie Spren]

1 hour ago, Ookla the Dragonslayer said:

Sain laughed. “I don’t think you could prevent me from intruding.” He drew one of his Notblades, holding it up for a moment.

The edge gave off a prismatic glow, and it twisted the air around it. Sain stared for a second, and then sheathed it. As he did, though, the Emperor felt a small twang of pain.

Sain grinned. “You have engaged in a war, and your are being rather loud. The Scribe is merely deliberating whether or not to support you in this.”

He stares with his golden eyes, they swirl around like a liquid, like a molten river of gold. "Only internal conflict is quiet my friend. You asked about the Maelstrom?" He says. "The Maelstrom is a prison realm, sealed by my own hand. It imprisons the Gods of Maelstrom, Gods of Madness, Ruin, and Pure Chaos. It has been many millennia since I trapped them there. And as time goes on, the seal slowly wanes in power. I am unable to strengthen the seal, due to the limited power that I have now. Tis a Burden to know the horrors that will inevitably unleash their wrath upon the planes. But I have my armies march the stable planes for worthy soldiers as we speak. With allies, I do believe, there is a possibility of victory."

He holds his open hand forward and a pure white sheathe with golden designs and trim begins to materialize within his hand. A golden great sword hilt appears at the top of the sheathe. The pommel has an amethyst embedded in it. He turns it horizontally letting it rest in both hands. "This," He speaks breaking the silence and he begins to walk to you. "Was a gift from the Celestial Gods. along with it they gifted me authority, the blessing of the clear mind, and another power beyond the understanding of the common man's mind. Narration." 

He brings his voice low and puts his face close. "I didn't give a second thought to whether or not I could keep you from intruding. I see your power. Your eyes. Your soul. They give off a feeling of need. Of want. The want of striking fear, to control situations. To control others feelings." His eyes are stern, like a father disciplining a misbehaving child. "I will warn you once more. Your words decide whether you create an alliance, or an enemy. If I were the Scribe, I would've chosen to send a messenger who is able to keep his tongue. Let's see if he chose right." 

He steps away and walks to his spot at the front of the table. "Let's try this again." He says taking a seat. He holds his hand outward to the place where the chair was decimated. There, from the dust, it is being reconstructed. "Once you've sat down, we may have a nice little chat." He smiles at you and then looks at the rest of the occupants in the room. "You may leave for now." He tells them. They begin to shuffle out of the room, the last few scuffles of their feet echoing in the large chamber. The door closes. And then Silence. The Emperor turns his eyes to you, waiting expectantly.

Edited December 6, 2024 by Ookla the Cookie Collector

[Bird Furious she/her/un/important]

1 minute ago, Ookla the Inconclusive said:

Well she's drawing with a #2 pencil, so . . .

"Yep! And thanks!"

I figured, but I didn't remember if I'd specified  

"I don't know many artists. Most of us are engineers." He looked up from the paper. "So... what's it like being a Narrator?" 

1 minute ago, Ookla the Cookie Collector said:

He stares with his golden eyes, they swirl around like a liquid, like a molten river of gold. "Only internal conflict is quiet my friend. You asked about the Maelstrom?" He says. "The Maelstrom is a prison realm, sealed by my own hand. It imprisons the Gods of Maelstrom, Gods of Madness, Ruin, and Pure Chaos. It has been many millennia since I trapped them there. And as time goes on, the seal slowly wanes in power. I am unable to strengthen the seal, due to the limited power that I have now. Tis a Burden to know the horrors that will inevitably unleash their wrath upon the planes. But I have my armies march the stable planes for worthy soldiers as we speak. With allies, I do believe, there is a possibility of victory."

He holds his open hand forward and a pure white sheathe with golden designs and trim begins to materialize within his hand. A golden great sword hilt appears at the top of the sheathe. The pommel has an amethyst embedded in it. He turns it horizontally letting it rest in both hands. "This," He speaks breaking the silence and he begins to walk to you. "Was a gift from the Celestial Gods. along with it they gifted me authority, the blessing of the clear mind, and another power beyond the understanding of the common man's mind. Narration" 

He brings his voice low and puts his face close. "I didn't give a second thought to whether or not I could keep you from intruding. I see your power. Your eyes. Your soul. They give off a feeling of need. Of want. The want of striking fear, to control situations. To control others feelings." His eyes are stern, like a father disciplining a misbehaving child. "I will warn you once more. Your words decide whether you create an alliance, or an enemy. If I were the Scribe, I would've chosen to send a messenger who is able to keep his tongue. Let's see if he chose right." 

He steps away and walks to his spot at the front of the table. "Let's try this again." He says taking a seat. He holds his hand outward to the place where the chair was decimated. There, from the dust, it is being reconstructed. "Once you've sat down, we may have a nice little chat." He smiles at you and then looks at the rest of the occupants in the room. "You may leave for now." He tells them. They begin to shuffle out of the room, the last few scuffles of their feet echoing in the large chamber. The door closes. And then Silence. The Emperor turns his eyes to you, waiting expectantly.

"Oooooooh," the voice mocked. "How spooky. You have Narration!

"Also, for your information, I believe Madness is on a quest at the moment."

The sound of high heels returned. 

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

Just now, oOklA thE shInyYyy said:

"I don't know many artists. Most of us are engineers." He looked up from the paper. "So... what's it like being a Narrator?" 

"That's . . . a really interesting question, actually," she said, searching for words.

"Um . . . it's really . . . strange, I guess." She stared at the ground.

"I'm extremely powerful -not by choice, mind you- and I can literally make almost anything a reality." She summoned a cupcake for emphasis and started munching on it.

"I don't know," she mumbled with her mouth full. "It's really weird."

[NameIess]

12 hours ago, Ookla the Inarticulate said:

Sequenced chuckled. She once again followed up with a bout of coughing, thought it was less violent this time.

”Oh, Unintelligible, I’ll have you know, you are quite formidable even beyond Ookla season.”

Unintelligible shrugged. "I guess so." He pulled out a revolver and spun it around his hand idly. "You said you dealt with Everyone. What did you mean by that?"

5 hours ago, Ookla the Bacon said:

Bacon paused. "I... yes."

"Great!" The traveler jumps up off the rock. "Can you take us there?"

[Bird Furious she/her/un/important]

Just now, Ookla the Inconclusive said:

"That's . . . a really interesting question, actually," she said, searching for words.

"Um . . . it's really . . . strange, I guess." She stared at the ground.

"I'm extremely powerful -not by choice, mind you- and I can literally make almost anything a reality." She summoned a cupcake for emphasis and started munching on it.

"I don't know," she mumbled with her mouth full. "It's really weird."

He eyed the muffin. "Does it ever... scare you?" 

[Cookie Spren]

4 minutes ago, oOklA thE shInyYyy said:

Also, for your information, I believe Madness is on a quest at the moment."

lol. I meant the general word "Madness".

[Bird Furious she/her/un/important]

Just now, Ookla the nostealnamepls said:

Unintelligible shrugged. "I guess so." He pulled out a revolver and spun it around his hand idly. "You said you dealt with Everyone. What did you mean by that?"

"Great!" The traveler jumps up off the rock. "Can you take us there?"

EYYYY NAMELESSSSSSSS 

Gaioh waited for the doctor to return to let him know about what had happened and what he needed to watch for. 

Just now, Ookla the Cookie Collector said:

lol. I meant the general word "Madness".

ohhh I just figured since it was capitalized 

[Cookie Spren]

Just now, oOklA thE shInyYyy said:

ohhh I just figured since it was capitalized

you're good.

[NameIess]

4 minutes ago, oOklA thE shInyYyy said:

Gaioh waited for the doctor to return to let him know about what had happened and what he needed to watch for. 

The spirit doctor walked back. "Well, the operation was a success. Your soul is now connected much more firmly to your body. Not a permanent fix, but you should be alright for at least a few weeks."

[Bird Furious she/her/un/important]

8 minutes ago, Ookla the nostealnamepls said:

The spirit doctor walked back. "Well, the operation was a success. Your soul is now connected much more firmly to your body. Not a permanent fix, but you should be alright for at least a few weeks."

"Thanks." He smiled. "So... so I have at least a couple more weeks. Thank you." 

[NameIess]

1 minute ago, oOklA thE shInyYyy said:

"Thanks." He smiled. "So... so I have at least a couple more weeks. Thank you." 

"No problem." The spirit doctor handed Gaioh a card. "My business card. There are side effects to repeated restitching, but I can do it a few more times before they get too bad. If you really want to keep living though, you'll have to find a more permanent solution."

[Bird Furious she/her/un/important]

3 minutes ago, Ookla the nostealnamepls said:

"No problem." The spirit doctor handed Gaioh a card. "My business card. There are side effects to repeated restitching, but I can do it a few more times before they get too bad. If you really want to keep living though, you'll have to find a more permanent solution."

He nodded. "I'll... keep that in mind. Thank you." 

[xinoehp512 he/him]

4 hours ago, Ookla the Inarticulate said:

Ivisyre scratched their chin. “I didn’t say that. I just said it’s not the worst I’ve heard.”

"So you find it objectionable, then?"

4 hours ago, oOklA thE shInyYyy said:

“Made of… their attention? I… I’m confused.”

Onyx sighed. "Are you aware that you are a fictional character?"

2 hours ago, Ookla the Dragonslayer said:

Tull hesitated, but nodded. “The Scribe can protect me.”

 

"The Scribe being your Author?"

2 hours ago, Ookla the Dragonslayer said:

 

Tenth stepped towards the Strands, placing a hand on their cage.

“I know, right? It sounds like it could be fun!” Just in case, the Scribe started putting defenses for Sain.

CI need to progress that…

This invader is from your world, yes?

47 minutes ago, Ookla the nostealnamepls said:

Unintelligible shrugged. "I guess so." He pulled out a revolver and spun it around his hand idly. "You said you dealt with Everyone. What did you mean by that?"

"Great!" The traveler jumps up off the rock. "Can you take us there?"

Bacon hesitated, then opened a portal to the location.

Edited December 6, 2024 by Ookla the Bacon

[Bird Furious she/her/un/important]

Just now, Ookla the Bacon said:

Onyx sighed. "Are you aware that you are a fictional character?"

"Y... yes... I know I'm not real...?" 

[xinoehp512 he/him]

4 minutes ago, oOklA thE shInyYyy said:

"Y... yes... I know I'm not real...?" 

"That is what I mean. Your existence is within the imagination of your Author. You are, in a sense, a part of them."

 

[Bird Furious she/her/un/important]

2 minutes ago, Ookla the Bacon said:

"That is what I mean. Your existence is within the imagination of your Author. You are, in a sense, a part of them."

 

Her eyes clouded as she let that sink in. "That's... poetic, I think." 

[TwinStorm He/Him]

@Ookla the Bacon did you see my post? Cricket asked the Enuller about how long the training was going to be.

[NameIess]

48 minutes ago, Ookla the Bacon said:

Bacon hesitated, then opened a portal to the location.

"Thanks!" The traveler hurries through the portal.

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

2 hours ago, oOklA thE shInyYyy said:

He eyed the muffin. "Does it ever... scare you?" 

She nodded.

"Often."

51 minutes ago, Ookla the nostealnamepls said:

"Thanks!" The traveler hurries through the portal.

Tam followed.

[Bird Furious she/her/un/important]

Just now, Ookla the Inconclusive said:

She nodded.

"Often."

Bat looked down at his tattoos with a little wrinkle between his eyes. But he didn’t say anything more about that. 

“The doctor said I’m good,” Gaioh said aloud. “Tam? Anyone?”

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

27 minutes ago, oOklA thE shInyYyy said:

Bat looked down at his tattoos with a little wrinkle between his eyes. But he didn’t say anything more about that. 

"There's just something about being like this . . ." she said after a moment, "It just . . . makes everything have less meaning. It almost feels like cheating."

27 minutes ago, oOklA thE shInyYyy said:

“The doctor said I’m good,” Gaioh said aloud. “Tam? Anyone?”

She snapped her fingers, and Gaioh appeared back on the beach with Shoe and Beosta.

"Gaioh's back now, by the way."

-

Oh, hey, Gaioh, Shoe said when he appeared. How'd it go?

Edited December 6, 2024 by Ookla the Inconclusive

[Bird Furious she/her/un/important]

9 minutes ago, Ookla the Inconclusive said:

"There's just something about being like this . . ." she said after a moment, "It just . . . makes everything have less meaning. Like cheating."

She snapped her fingers, and Gaioh appeared back on the beach with Shoe and Beosta.

"Gaioh's back now, by the way."

-

Oh, hey, Gaioh, Shoe said when he appeared. How'd it go?

“I… that makes a lot of sense,” Bat said. “On my side, everything feels… a bit too real, I guess. But… that sounds hard.” 

“I’ll go back in a minute. Thank you.” 

-

“Good. I have at least a couple weeks.” 

Beosta’s face fell and she looked away. 

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

Just now, oOklA thE shInyYyy said:

“Good. I have at least a couple weeks.” 

Beosta’s face fell and she looked away. 

Only a couple weeks? To live? You seem oddly calm about that.

Just now, oOklA thE shInyYyy said:

“I… that makes a lot of sense,” Bat said. “On my side, everything feels… a bit too real, I guess. But… that sounds hard.” 

“I’ll go back in a minute. Thank you.” 

She nodded, seeming a bit lost in thought.

[Through the Living Shadow he/him]

3 hours ago, OOKLA the strange said:

CI?

O I meant “I”

3 hours ago, oOklA thE shInyYyy said:

The sound of high-heeled shoes clicked on the floor along the hallway. "Fun," the voice said again, as if turning the word over. 

He looked confused. 

“I know!”

2 hours ago, Ookla the Cookie Collector said:

He stares with his golden eyes, they swirl around like a liquid, like a molten river of gold. "Only internal conflict is quiet my friend. You asked about the Maelstrom?" He says. "The Maelstrom is a prison realm, sealed by my own hand. It imprisons the Gods of Maelstrom, Gods of Madness, Ruin, and Pure Chaos. It has been many millennia since I trapped them there. And as time goes on, the seal slowly wanes in power. I am unable to strengthen the seal, due to the limited power that I have now. Tis a Burden to know the horrors that will inevitably unleash their wrath upon the planes. But I have my armies march the stable planes for worthy soldiers as we speak. With allies, I do believe, there is a possibility of victory."

He holds his open hand forward and a pure white sheathe with golden designs and trim begins to materialize within his hand. A golden great sword hilt appears at the top of the sheathe. The pommel has an amethyst embedded in it. He turns it horizontally letting it rest in both hands. "This," He speaks breaking the silence and he begins to walk to you. "Was a gift from the Celestial Gods. along with it they gifted me authority, the blessing of the clear mind, and another power beyond the understanding of the common man's mind. Narration." 

He brings his voice low and puts his face close. "I didn't give a second thought to whether or not I could keep you from intruding. I see your power. Your eyes. Your soul. They give off a feeling of need. Of want. The want of striking fear, to control situations. To control others feelings." His eyes are stern, like a father disciplining a misbehaving child. "I will warn you once more. Your words decide whether you create an alliance, or an enemy. If I were the Scribe, I would've chosen to send a messenger who is able to keep his tongue. Let's see if he chose right." 

He steps away and walks to his spot at the front of the table. "Let's try this again." He says taking a seat. He holds his hand outward to the place where the chair was decimated. There, from the dust, it is being reconstructed. "Once you've sat down, we may have a nice little chat." He smiles at you and then looks at the rest of the occupants in the room. "You may leave for now." He tells them. They begin to shuffle out of the room, the last few scuffles of their feet echoing in the large chamber. The door closes. And then Silence. The Emperor turns his eyes to you, waiting expectantly.

“Well, I would remind you that you aren’t the only Narrator around! And my Narrator master, this ‘Scribe’” he said this mockingly, “is very powerful. Just ask Bacon the Bard, hmmmm?”

2 hours ago, oOklA thE shInyYyy said:

I figured, but I didn't remember if I'd specified  

"I don't know many artists. Most of us are engineers." He looked up from the paper. "So... what's it like being a Narrator?" 

"Oooooooh," the voice mocked. "How spooky. You have Narration!

"Also, for your information, I believe Madness is on a quest at the moment."

The sound of high heels returned. 

“I could have The Scribe bring her to us. But, sadly, her powers have been… stripped from her, so she wouldn’t be able to make this as interesting! Bacon the Tax Collector interesting, if you know what I mean.”

2 hours ago, Ookla the Cookie Collector said:

lol. I meant the general word "Madness".

I have a character named Madness… and there was a whole debacle about gmodding…

(Soory y’all)

1 hour ago, Ookla the Bacon said:

"So you find it objectionable, then?"

Onyx sighed. "Are you aware that you are a fictional character?"

"The Scribe being your Author?"

This invader is from your world, yes?

Bacon hesitated, then opened a portal to the location.

“He is… the extension of my Author’s will. He created every other one of my authors characters, or set in motion their creation, though he does not actively control the ones he deems protagonists and some of the antagonists. He doesn’t actively control anyone, really. But at times, he needs to… nudge… things, to make a plot play out. He created Madness.” 
 

 

As Tenth’s hand lay against the barrier, the Strands pushed against it, attempting to attack him.

 Yes. 

[Through the Living Heir he/him]

7 hours ago, Ookla the Cookie Collector said:

I would like to direct you to the link in my signature. Unless you don't have signatures on. Here's the link: The Emperor

I read that, but Rebus’s drone didn’t, so explanation and description will be needed anyway. 
Rebus’s drone looks around again. Rebus, in his control room, waits for the description of the area before he activates it. He’d dropped it into the focus of this plot, so he didn’t know where or with whom it had appeared. It was for the other Author and the winds of the plot to decide. 

5 hours ago, oOklA thE shInyYyy said:

"I do," he insisted. "Every time I'm around any technology, it gets ruined. I caused a flood once because I touched the control panel for the dam." 

Rebus, far away in a room full of utility fog and control screens, shudders. “Note to self: avoid that person. Whoever they may be.” Then he catches another impression from the Thread. “What?” He goes to teleport to the disturbance- THAT IS FORBIDDEN, REBUS. You should not interfere with your own characters, you should know this. Other Authors should have this role, not you. Rebus snaps back to canonical reality, dazed from being spoken to directly by his Author. “What was that for? I want to do something! Let me do something - don’t make more characters! I’m bored!” But his Author gives no further response. 
 

Out in the somewhere of the Thread, Template wakes up. They observe where they are, and then simply exist. There is nothing they want and nothing they need, so they do nothing.