The Longest Thread (Misadventures)

[xinoehp512 he/him]

2 hours ago, oOklA thE shInyYyy said:

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

"Do you understand now?"

12 minutes ago, Ookla the Dragonslayer said:

O I meant “I”

“I know!”

“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?”

“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.”

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

(Soory y’all)

“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.” 

"I see. My Author has a similar intermediary. And you suppose you can trust this Scribe?"

12 minutes ago, Ookla the Dragonslayer said:

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

 Yes. 

Then perhaps we will have to take a field trip.

20 hours ago, Ookla the Irreplaceable said:

"How long will my training be?"

Forty years is customary.

 

[Through the Living Wrath he/him]

2 minutes ago, Ookla the Bacon said:

"Do you understand now?"

"I see. My Author has a similar intermediary. And you suppose you can trust this Scribe?"

Then perhaps we will have to take a field trip.

Forty years is customary.

 

“At… at times. The Scribe… he isn’t bad. Definitely not. But he’s not exactly good. It’s all about preserving his plot, for him. But recently, he has been… branching out. Going away from a set plot.”

To my homeworld? Well… it’s not there. Not on my planet. But… perhaps Wriulin found some. I heard some buzz, supposedly Wriulin had done something important.

[Bird Furious she/her/un/important]

31 minutes ago, Ookla the Inconclusive said:

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

She nodded, seeming a bit lost in thought.

Gaioh shrugged. “I… Incouod get another surgery. But I was never supposed to be alive for this time in the first place. I don’t know.” 

30 minutes ago, Ookla the Dragonslayer said:

“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.”

“Of course. I personally don’t care, beyond pointing out canonical inconsistencies. Or perhaps repetition. Doesn’t this world feel contradictory sometimes?” The voice had turned almost mocking, almost gleeful. 

16 minutes ago, Ookla the Inquisitive said:

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. 

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. 

Lady Bug appeared by Template and examined them with a thoughtfulness that seemed… uncharacteristic. 

12 minutes ago, Ookla the Bacon said:

"Do you understand now?"

"I see. My Author has a similar intermediary. And you suppose you can trust this Scribe?"

Then perhaps we will have to take a field trip.

Forty years is customary.

 

“I… a little…” 

[Through the Living Heir he/him]

17 minutes ago, oOklA thE shInyYyy said:

Lady Bug appeared by Template and examined them with a thoughtfulness that seemed… uncharacteristic. 

They look at Lady Bug. “Hello.” Then they go back to just existing. As for the result of examining them, there is no significant features. In fact, there are essentially no details at all; Template barely exists on a Narrative level. 

Edited December 6, 2024 by Ookla the Inquisitive
Bold for canon

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

13 minutes ago, oOklA thE shInyYyy said:

Gaioh shrugged. “I… Incouod get another surgery. But I was never supposed to be alive for this time in the first place. I don’t know.” 

Yeah, but . . . still.

-

"Um . . . so do you want to go back to the beach now?" Tam asked Bat.

[Bird Furious she/her/un/important]

23 minutes ago, Ookla the Inquisitive said:

They look at Lady Bug. “Hello.” Then they go back to just existing. As for the result of examining them, there is no significant features. In fact, there are essentially no details at all; Template barely exists on a Narrative level. 

“Hmm.” 

She touched Template’s forehead. Fluffy, perfect hair sprouted from his head. A strong jawline formed, along with soft eyes. His height settled at about 5’11”. 

“You’ll be soft spoken and sweet,” she told Template. “Somebody they will trust. You will observe. Your hearing will be perfect— you’ll be able to hear a lie by the way the pulse rises. You need no past. You will be loyal to me, and when I say the name by which you were first called, you will return to a blank state. I will call you Owen, though if you find a better name, you may keep it instead.

”You will be curious, especially as to the nature of your existence and the world around you. You will tirelessly seek answers, hardly considering the challenges. 

“And you will always, always listen to me.”

11 minutes ago, Ookla the Inconclusive said:

Yeah, but . . . still.

-

"Um . . . so do you want to go back to the beach now?" Tam asked Bat.

His smile faltered. “I’ll… find something.” 

—

“Oh- right. Yes.” He stood up, tested his weight on his leg, and smiled. “Thank you.”

[Through the Living Wrath he/him]

36 minutes ago, oOklA thE shInyYyy said:

Gaioh shrugged. “I… Incouod get another surgery. But I was never supposed to be alive for this time in the first place. I don’t know.” 

“Of course. I personally don’t care, beyond pointing out canonical inconsistencies. Or perhaps repetition. Doesn’t this world feel contradictory sometimes?” The voice had turned almost mocking, almost gleeful. 

Lady Bug appeared by Template and examined them with a thoughtfulness that seemed… uncharacteristic. 

“I… a little…” 

“Absolutely!”

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

3 minutes ago, oOklA thE shInyYyy said:

His smile faltered. “I’ll… find something.” 

Don't you want to . . . keep living?

3 minutes ago, oOklA thE shInyYyy said:

“Oh- right. Yes.” He stood up, tested his weight on his leg, and smiled. “Thank you.”

She smiled back. "Of course!"

[Bird Furious she/her/un/important]

10 minutes ago, Ookla the Dragonslayer said:

“Absolutely!”

"Almost as if it were cobbled together." 

5 minutes ago, Ookla the Inconclusive said:

Don't you want to . . . keep living?

She smiled back. "Of course!"

"Of... of course. But maybe I'm not meant to."

He started in the direction of the beach, then looked back to see if she was following. 

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

2 minutes ago, oOklA thE shInyYyy said:

"Of... of course. But maybe I'm not meant to."

Geez, Gaioh . . . why would you think that?

2 minutes ago, oOklA thE shInyYyy said:

He started in the direction of the beach, then looked back to see if she was following. 

She was still sitting on the ground, staring at some fallen leaves.

She noticed him looking at her and stood up quickly, smiling and walking over.

[Bird Furious she/her/un/important]

1 minute ago, Ookla the Inconclusive said:

Geez, Gaioh . . . why would you think that?

She was still sitting on the ground, staring at some fallen leaves.

She noticed him looking at her and stood up quickly, smiling and walking over.

"Because I already died." 

Bat frowned. "You okay? Do you need a minute?" 

[xinoehp512 he/him]

1 hour ago, Ookla the Dragonslayer said:

“At… at times. The Scribe… he isn’t bad. Definitely not. But he’s not exactly good. It’s all about preserving his plot, for him. But recently, he has been… branching out. Going away from a set plot.”

 

"And so you think you are no longer in danger from Madness?"

1 hour ago, Ookla the Dragonslayer said:

To my homeworld? Well… it’s not there. Not on my planet. But… perhaps Wriulin found some. I heard some buzz, supposedly Wriulin had done something important.

Very well! Let us visit this Wriulin.

59 minutes ago, oOklA thE shInyYyy said:

Gaioh shrugged. “I… Incouod get another surgery. But I was never supposed to be alive for this time in the first place. I don’t know.” 

“Of course. I personally don’t care, beyond pointing out canonical inconsistencies. Or perhaps repetition. Doesn’t this world feel contradictory sometimes?” The voice had turned almost mocking, almost gleeful. 

Lady Bug appeared by Template and examined them with a thoughtfulness that seemed… uncharacteristic. 

“I… a little…” 

"Very well. Do you have any further questions?"

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

1 minute ago, oOklA thE shInyYyy said:

"Because I already died." 

But you're not dead anymore! You can go on and live your life like you were meant to!

2 minutes ago, oOklA thE shInyYyy said:

Bat frowned. "You okay? Do you need a minute?" 

She waved her hand dismissively. "I'm fine."

There was suddenly the sound of flapping wings, and Bat's crow descended from the trees and landed on his shoulder. It rubbed heads with him affectionately, and seemed to be holding something in its beak.

[Bird Furious she/her/un/important]

1 minute ago, Ookla the Bacon said:

"Very well. Do you have any further questions?"

She shook her head. "No. Thank you." 

1 minute ago, Ookla the Inconclusive said:

But you're not dead anymore! You can go on and live your life like you were meant to!

She waved her hand dismissively. "I'm fine."

There was suddenly the sound of flapping wings, and Bat's crow descended from the trees and landed on his shoulder. It rubbed heads with him affectionately, and seemed to be holding something in its beak.

"I... guess." 

-

"Tam... you can take more time." 

Bat smiled when the crow came down, tears coming to his eyes. "I thought you were gone," he murmured. 

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

5 minutes ago, oOklA thE shInyYyy said:

"I... guess." 

 

That's all? You guess?

5 minutes ago, oOklA thE shInyYyy said:

"Tam... you can take more time." 

Bat smiled when the crow came down, tears coming to his eyes. "I thought you were gone," he murmured. 

Tam ignored him.

"You're a good crow," she said, scratching the bird's head gently. "Sorry about earlier."

The crow ruffled its feathers (which were covered in sand) and poked her gently with its beak.

"Yeah, you too," she said to it, smiling.

Then the crow turned back to Bat and opened its beak, dropping a flower into Bat's palm. It was crushed and a little sandy, but it was unmistakably the same flower that Tam had given him earlier in the day.

The crow puffed its chest out proudly.

Edited December 6, 2024 by Ookla the Inconclusive

[Bird Furious she/her/un/important]

9 minutes ago, Ookla the Inconclusive said:

That's all? You guess?

Tam ignored him.

"You're a good crow," she said, scratching the bird's head gently. "Sorry about earlier."

The crow ruffled its feathers (which were covered in sand) and poked her gently with its beak.

"Yeah, you too," she said to it, smiling.

Then the crow turned back to Bat and opened its beak, dropping a flower into Bat's palm. It was crushed and a little sandy, but it was unmistakably the same flower that Tam had given him earlier in the day.

The crow puffed its chest out proudly.

He shrugged. “What do I do?” 

-

Bat closed his fist around it. For some reason, he didn’t want Tam to see. “Thank you,” he said to the crow, and smiled again. 

The flower went into an empty pocket of his bag. 

“Tam, you really can take more time if you need. I’ll take care of them.”

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

Just now, oOklA thE shInyYyy said:

He shrugged. “What do I do?” 

Shoe shrugged.

Don't give up, I guess. There have got to be other ways, right?

1 minute ago, oOklA thE shInyYyy said:

Bat closed his fist around it. For some reason, he didn’t want Tam to see. “Thank you,” he said to the crow, and smiled again. 

The flower went into an empty pocket of his bag. 

“Tam, you really can take more time if you need. I’ll take care of them.”

"Bat-" she stopped him, "I'm fine. I appreciate your concern, but I'm fine, really."

[Bird Furious she/her/un/important]

9 minutes ago, Ookla the Inconclusive said:

Shoe shrugged.

Don't give up, I guess. There have got to be other ways, right?

"Bat-" she stopped him, "I'm fine. I appreciate your concern, but I'm fine, really."

“I know. But what would I even do?”

“Okay. If you’re sure. But if you ever need time, let me know.”

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

9 minutes ago, oOklA thE shInyYyy said:

“I know. But what would I even do?”

There's gotta be something.

9 minutes ago, oOklA thE shInyYyy said:

“Okay. If you’re sure. But if you ever need time, let me know.”

"That's nice of you. Thanks."

Edited December 7, 2024 by Ookla the Inconclusive

[Through the Living Wrath he/him]

1 hour ago, Ookla the Bacon said:

"And so you think you are no longer in danger from Madness?"

Very well! Let us visit this Wriulin.

"Very well. Do you have any further questions?"

“I’m not sure. I will have to talk to The Scribe.”

Tenth nodded.

 I’m not sure where Wriulin is, but I know where his offices are. 

2 hours ago, oOklA thE shInyYyy said:

"Almost as if it were cobbled together." 

"Of... of course. But maybe I'm not meant to."

He started in the direction of the beach, then looked back to see if she was following. 

“Cobbled to together by twenty different cobblers that each apprenticed to a different master, but none aware that paving is not something a cobbler does.”

[ThroughTheLivingSequence she/her/they/them]

5 hours ago, Ookla the Bacon said:

“So you find it objectionable, then?"

Ivisyre nodded. “I don’t think you should have a name. You’re quite boring.”

6 hours 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?"

Sequence frowned slowly, staring blankly off into the distance. “I defeated them in battle, and warned them to never cause trouble again. They left. Their wounds were pretty bad, so I’m not certain whether or not they even survived.” She began to get a bit emotional, wiping some small tears from her eyes. “Part of me hopes they did. Part of me hopes they didn’t.”

Edited December 7, 2024 by Ookla the Inarticulate

[xinoehp512 he/him]

1 hour ago, oOklA thE shInyYyy said:

She shook her head. "No. Thank you." 

"I... guess." 

-

"Tam... you can take more time." 

Bat smiled when the crow came down, tears coming to his eyes. "I thought you were gone," he murmured. 

"If you would like, I can send you directly to your compatriots."

6 minutes ago, Ookla the Dragonslayer said:

“I’m not sure. I will have to talk to The Scribe.”

 

"Very well."

6 minutes ago, Ookla the Dragonslayer said:

Tenth nodded.

 I’m not sure where Wriulin is, but I know where his offices are. 

“Cobbled to together by twenty different cobblers that each apprenticed to a different master, but none aware that paving is not something a cobbler does.”

Imagine the location, instructed Charles.

4 minutes ago, Ookla the Inarticulate said:

Ivisyre nodded. “I don’t think you should have a name. You’re quite boring.”

Sequence frowned slowly, staring blankly off into the distance. “I defeated them in battle, and warned them to never cause trouble again. They left. Their wounds were pretty bad, so I’m not certain whether or not they even survived.” She began to get a bit emotional, wiping some small tears from her eyes. “Part of me hopes they did. Part of me hopes they didn’t.”

"I am certain there are many more boring people than I, still named."

[Through the Living Wrath he/him]

1 minute ago, Ookla the Bacon said:

"If you would like, I can send you directly to your compatriots."

"Very well."

Imagine the location, instructed Charles.

"I am certain there are many more boring people than I, still named."

Tull hesitated. “How do I… talk to him? I understand he cannot Narrate here.”

Tenth did so.

It was a cleanly place, one with order. A desk, and a door. 

[NameIess]

4 hours ago, Ookla the Inconclusive said:

Tam followed.

Tam and the traveler come out of the portal in a home that appears to have dissolved. Broken glass is strewn everywhere. Standing in what might have once been the front doorway is a man with glowing eyes. He turns at their approach. "I see Bacon has remained behind for the moment. Tam, traveler, it is good to meet both of you."

[Bird Furious she/her/un/important]

1 hour ago, Ookla the Inconclusive said:

There's gotta be something.

"That's nice of you. Thanks."

“I’ll find out.” 

“You bet,” he said, smiled, and turned toward the beach. 

43 minutes ago, Ookla the Dragonslayer said:

“I’m not sure. I will have to talk to The Scribe.”

Tenth nodded.

 I’m not sure where Wriulin is, but I know where his offices are. 

“Cobbled to together by twenty different cobblers that each apprenticed to a different master, but none aware that paving is not something a cobbler does.”

“Yes.” 

33 minutes ago, Ookla the Bacon said:

"If you would like, I can send you directly to your compatriots."

"Very well."

Imagine the location, instructed Charles.

"I am certain there are many more boring people than I, still named."

“Sure.”