The Longest Thread (Misadventures)

[Through the Living Heir he/him]

1 minute ago, oOklA thE shInyYyy said:

“I’m Bat,” Bat said. 

“Where are you from?” Gaioh asked. 

Owen shrugs. “I’ve moved around a lot over my life, and regardless, you wouldn’t recognize any of the places I’ve lived. This place is beautiful, though. What are you four doing here?” 
 

Watching through the Thread, Rebus fumes. Why does the new person get to do everything? I’m supposed to be my Author’s face character. I’ve been talking to three or four people, but not one of them has done anything. 

[Bird Furious she/her/un/important]

17 minutes ago, Ookla the Inquisitive said:

Owen shrugs. “I’ve moved around a lot over my life, and regardless, you wouldn’t recognize any of the places I’ve lived. This place is beautiful, though. What are you four doing here?” 
 

Watching through the Thread, Rebus fumes. Why does the new person get to do everything? I’m supposed to be my Author’s face character. I’ve been talking to three or four people, but not one of them has done anything. 

“We’re just here. Home base, kind of.” Gaioh shrugged. “I think we’re gonna check on Beosta’s siblings eventually. You said you’re lost?”

If you wanna do something, Lady Bug informed him, then come to my party! 

[Through the Living Heir he/him]

1 minute ago, oOklA thE shInyYyy said:

“We’re just here. Home base, kind of.” Gaioh shrugged. “I think we’re gonna check on Beosta’s siblings eventually. You said you’re lost?”

If you wanna do something, Lady Bug informed him, then come to my party! 

“If you know where you are, I’m not lost any more. I’ve been traveling to no destination in particular - I wanted an adventure, to see the world. I can come with you, if you’d like.” 
 

Rebus raises an eyebrow at the inexplicably conveyed message. Co-opting Lady Bug’s bug, he sends back his reply. “Very well - it will be more interesting than being here, at least.” A drone zips up to Lady Bug, force fields emanating from it with a whump. The way thus cleared, Rebus is teleported into the resulting vacuum. “Is the party here, or am I early?” he says, snatching the drone (which he is controlling, but such a move looks cool) from the air, having his nanotechnology glove dissemble and store it. “At least I get a longer description than our mutual friend.” 

[NameIess]

11 hours ago, Ookla the Inconclusive said:

Tam sighed and looked to Subve- to the traveler.

"Now what?"

The traveler shrugs. "I have no idea how to interpret his advice, but... what he said to Lady Bug was interesting. Maybe I should ask all the other Narrators why they care about people."

As Eof walks away, a thought comes into his mind. This is unusual, for the among the first lessons he ever learned upon gaining his foresight was that allowing Narrators to read your mind will never end well. Regardless, this thought peeked through for some reason.

That poor fragment of a Narrator. Working so hard on a quest that will end fruitlessly.

1 hour ago, Ookla the Inarticulate said:

Sequence sighed, rubbing her temples. “I… Possibly? I just… I don’t think I have the ability to do such a thing. I mean, look at me. A Narrationblade, a Plotblade, and a weapon from the Dreamsmith, and I barely survived.” She looked at the floor for a moment, then back up at Unintelligible. “I think… I’m scared.”

Unintelligible leaned forward, looking Sequence in the eyes. "I know. Everyone is scary. And powerful and crafty and dangerous. But together, we can defeat them. Whatever they're plotting, we can face it together."

Edited December 7, 2024 by Ookla the nostealnamepls

[Cookie Spren]

20 hours ago, Ookla the Inquisitive said:

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. 

The Emperor Narrates the drone elsewhere.

[Through the Living Heir he/him]

2 minutes ago, Ookla the Cookie Collector said:

The Emperor Narrates the drone elsewhere.

The drone looks around to figure out where elsewhere is, but Rebus's heart isn't really in it. Nobody lets me have fun. he thinks to himself.

[NameIess]

The glowing sword fades away into nothing as Subversion decides that the emperor probably does know what he's doing and doesn't need her help.

@Ookla the Cookie Collector

6 minutes ago, Ookla the Inquisitive said:

The drone looks around to figure out where elsewhere is, but Rebus's heart isn't really in it. Nobody lets me have fun. he thinks to himself.

The somewhere turns out to be right above the traveler's head. She looks up at the drone. "This might be an odd question, but are you associated with a Narrator?"

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

11 hours ago, oOklA thE shInyYyy said:

“Your sneeze was cuter than my hiccup,” she muttered, blushing even worse. 

He only chuckled.

2 hours ago, Ookla the Inquisitive said:

@Ookla the Inconclusive and @oOklA thE shInyYyy 

A young man walks out of the jungle, his face lighting up as he sees Shoe, Beosta, Gaioh, and Bat. He walks over. “You wouldn’t believe how happy I am to see other people! I’m lost, you see.” He chuckles wryly. “Not that I had anything important to do, of course.” 

Shoe got to his feet to go greet the newcomer. He offered Beosta a hand.

46 minutes ago, Ookla the nostealnamepls said:

The traveler shrugs. "I have no idea how to interpret his advice, but... what he said to Lady Bug was interesting. Maybe I should ask all the other Narrators why they care about people."

"Maybe."

46 minutes ago, Ookla the nostealnamepls said:

As Eof walks away, a thought comes into his mind. This is unusual, for the among the first lessons he ever learned upon gaining his foresight was that allowing Narrators to read your mind will never end well. Regardless, this thought peeked through for some reason.

That poor fragment of a Narrator. Working so hard on a quest that will end fruitlessly.

That really worried Tam.

Edited December 7, 2024 by Ookla the Inconclusive

[ThroughTheLivingSequence she/her/they/them]

48 minutes ago, Ookla the nostealnamepls said:

Unintelligible leaned forward, looking Sequence in the eyes. "I know. Everyone is scary. And powerful and crafty and dangerous. But together, we can defeat them. Whatever they're plotting, we can face it together."

Sequence looked unsure, but eventually nodded slowly. “… Alright. I believe you.” She chuckled. “You’re very inspiring.”

[Cookie Spren]

20 hours ago, Ookla the Dragonslayer said:

“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?”

The Emperor stands there in front of you, his sword resting against the side of his leg. He shakes his head in disappointment. "Stubborn Twat." He says between his teeth, yet he still holds his regal appearance and even stands up straighter, forcing you to look up at him. "I don't wish to stain this room." He continues to shake his head softly and frowns, almost mournfully.

Suddenly he grabs Sain's arm and instantly, the both of them are transported to a different place. You look around at what seems to be a cellar of sorts, a candle set on a table next to you. The dim lighting around you only allows you to see tankards and barrels of fine wine on shelves around you shaking slightly as the waves of newfound energy emanating from the Emperor pushes and pulls like waves in the ocean. It hurts. It throbs like a piercing headache all throughout your body. You finally realize that you are sitting in a wooden chair. The room is silent other than the waves of energy crashing against your body. It almost feels like a bloodlust, though it is a regretful bloodlust. 

The Emperor steps into the light. He doesn't speak. And without warning he grabs you by the hair and with his other hand punches you in the gut causing you to cough up blood. He stares at you with no emotion. "Don't bother trying to escaping. Those are dimensional shackles." He says nodding at your hands, which are bound with golden shackles. They give off a soft, blue glow. He punches again and you hear a sickening crack.

"Let that be a lesson to you." He says grabbing your arm again and transporting both of you back to the conference room, and unshackling you. You realize that your bones feel fine again, but you still have phantom pain, an echo left to remind you. "Go back to your 'Scribe' Sain. And tell them to send someone who can hold their tongue."

"I welcome a challenge for those who want to join me in allyship." He says. "And you. You are not welcome here." before you can react, he flicks your chest and you feel as though your body is turning inside out as you instantly warp to the same plane as the Scribe.

[Bird Furious she/her/un/important]

2 hours ago, Ookla the Inquisitive said:

“If you know where you are, I’m not lost any more. I’ve been traveling to no destination in particular - I wanted an adventure, to see the world. I can come with you, if you’d like.” 
 

Rebus raises an eyebrow at the inexplicably conveyed message. Co-opting Lady Bug’s bug, he sends back his reply. “Very well - it will be more interesting than being here, at least.” A drone zips up to Lady Bug, force fields emanating from it with a whump. The way thus cleared, Rebus is teleported into the resulting vacuum. “Is the party here, or am I early?” he says, snatching the drone (which he is controlling, but such a move looks cool) from the air, having his nanotechnology glove dissemble and store it. “At least I get a longer description than our mutual friend.” 

“Sure!” Gaioh said. 

Lady Bug smiled. They were on the balcony of a sort of castle, and the air was full of confetti and balloons and streamers all moving in slow motion. “You’re right on time! —Mutual friend?”

51 minutes ago, Ookla the Inconclusive said:

He only chuckled.

Shoe got to his feet to go greet the newcomer. He offered Beosta a hand.

Still red, she took his hand and stood up. “I’m Beosta, and this is Shoe. Nice to meet you.”

@Ookla the Inquisitive

[NameIess]

49 minutes ago, Ookla the Inconclusive said:

"Maybe."

"I'm sure it will work. One of the Narrators has to have an answer that Subversion will accept!" The traveler smiles, fresh resolve filling her. "So Tam, why do you care?"

46 minutes ago, Ookla the Inarticulate said:

Sequence looked unsure, but eventually nodded slowly. “… Alright. I believe you.” She chuckled. “You’re very inspiring.”

"I try." Unintelligible smiled at Sequence. "So, anything I can do to ease your recovery?"

39 minutes ago, Ookla the Cookie Collector said:

The Emperor stands there in front of you, his sword resting against the side of his leg. He shakes his head in disappointment. "Stubborn Twat." He says between his teeth, yet he still holds his regal appearance and even stands up straighter, forcing you to look up at him. "I don't wish to stain this room." He continues to shake his head softly and frowns, almost mournfully.

Suddenly he grabs Sain's arm and instantly, the both of them are transported to a different place. You look around at what seems to be a cellar of sorts, a candle set on a table next to you. The dim lighting around you only allows you to see tankards and barrels of fine wine on shelves around you shaking slightly as the waves of newfound energy emanating from the Emperor pushes and pulls like waves in the ocean. It hurts. It throbs like a piercing headache all throughout your body. You finally realize that you are sitting in a wooden chair. The room is silent other than the waves of energy crashing against your body. It almost feels like a bloodlust, though it is a regretful bloodlust. 

The Emperor steps into the light. He doesn't speak. And without warning he grabs you by the hair and with his other hand punches you in the gut causing you to cough up blood. He stares at you with no emotion. "Don't bother trying to escaping. Those are dimensional shackles." He says nodding at your hands, which are bound with golden shackles. They give off a soft, blue glow. He punches again and you hear a sickening crack.

"Let that be a lesson to you." He says grabbing your arm again and transporting both of you back to the conference room, and unshackling you. You realize that your bones feel fine again, but you still have phantom pain, an echo left to remind you. "Go back to your 'Scribe' Sain. And tell them to send someone who can hold their tongue."

"I welcome a challenge for those who want to join me in allyship." He says. "And you. You are not welcome here." before you can react, he flicks your chest and you feel as though your body is turning inside out as you instantly warp to the same plane as the Scribe.

Subversion was very glad that she hadn't tried manipulating the Emperor.

[Through the Living Shadow he/him]

38 minutes ago, Ookla the Cookie Collector said:

The Emperor stands there in front of you, his sword resting against the side of his leg. He shakes his head in disappointment. "Stubborn Twat." He says between his teeth, yet he still holds his regal appearance and even stands up straighter, forcing you to look up at him. "I don't wish to stain this room." He continues to shake his head softly and frowns, almost mournfully.

Suddenly he grabs Sain's arm and instantly, the both of them are transported to a different place. You look around at what seems to be a cellar of sorts, a candle set on a table next to you. The dim lighting around you only allows you to see tankards and barrels of fine wine on shelves around you shaking slightly as the waves of newfound energy emanating from the Emperor pushes and pulls like waves in the ocean. It hurts. It throbs like a piercing headache all throughout your body. You finally realize that you are sitting in a wooden chair. The room is silent other than the waves of energy crashing against your body. It almost feels like a bloodlust, though it is a regretful bloodlust. 

The Emperor steps into the light. He doesn't speak. And without warning he grabs you by the hair and with his other hand punches you in the gut causing you to cough up blood. He stares at you with no emotion. "Don't bother trying to escaping. Those are dimensional shackles." He says nodding at your hands, which are bound with golden shackles. They give off a soft, blue glow. He punches again and you hear a sickening crack.

"Let that be a lesson to you." He says grabbing your arm again and transporting both of you back to the conference room, and unshackling you. You realize that your bones feel fine again, but you still have phantom pain, an echo left to remind you. "Go back to your 'Scribe' Sain. And tell them to send someone who can hold their tongue."

"I welcome a challenge for those who want to join me in allyship." He says. "And you. You are not welcome here." before you can react, he flicks your chest and you feel as though your body is turning inside out as you instantly warp to the same plane as the Scribe.

Before he can punch him, Sain’s Strands zip forwards and block the blow. The shackles disappear, and Sain stays there. “Do you know what a Narrator is? But that was fun, let’s do it again! Good thing you didn’t kill me, or my zombie would have totally killed you! Can’t hold back my Strands if I’m dead!”

He unsheathed the Notblade, and, if unblocked by Narration, the Notblade  would have caused immense pain within him. Sain’s Strands buzzed around in agitation at being held back. “Now, can we be somewhat civil? Yes you are very powerful. So am I! Honestly, I kinda want Madness to get her powers back to teach you not to mess with the Scribe.”

Sain stood there laughing for a bit. “Also, if you did manage to kill me, I believe the Scribe would just bring me back to life after you die.”

 

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

51 minutes ago, Ookla the nostealnamepls said:

"I'm sure it will work. One of the Narrators has to have an answer that Subversion will accept!" The traveler smiles, fresh resolve filling her. "So Tam, why do you care?"

"Why- why do I care? Um . . ." she looked at the ground.

"I care because . . . because these characters are my friends . . . or at least, they're written as my friends . . ."

She sat on the ground and pulled her legs to her chest.

"So . . ." she started sadly, "What question are you looking to answer specifically? You haven't really given me a definite answer . . ."

[NameIess]

Just now, Ookla the Inconclusive said:

"Why- why do I care? Um . . ." she looked at the ground.

"I care because . . . because these characters are my friends . . . or at least, they're written as my friends . . ."

She sat on the ground and pulled her legs to her chest.

"So . . ." she started sadly, "What question are you looking to answer specifically? You haven't really given me a definite answer . . ."

"Given that we live in a fictional world, what do you care about and why?" The traveler shrugs. "Put another way, why should I care about little things like Nogard, the lives of others, and my own happiness?"

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

Just now, Ookla the nostealnamepls said:

"Given that we live in a fictional world, what do you care about and why?" The traveler shrugs. "Put another way, why should I care about little things like Nogard, the lives of others, and my own happiness?"

The little sand person popped out of Tam's pack, curious.

"I care about . . . my brother and my friends. They give everything meaning and purpose; they give me people to talk and laugh with or protect and fight with. Or . . . well, they seem to. I . . . look, I don't think I'm the right person to ask right now. I'm really struggling with this too."

[TwinStorm He/Him]

Cricket shifted, sensing a feeling of confusion and disturbance on Tam's side of the bond. Are you okay? he sent.

@Ookla the Inconclusive

[NameIess]

1 minute ago, Ookla the Inconclusive said:

The little sand person popped out of Tam's pack, curious.

"I care about . . . my brother and my friends. They give everything meaning and purpose; they give me people to talk and laugh with or protect and fight with. Or . . . well, they seem to. I . . . look, I don't think I'm the right person to ask right now. I'm really struggling with this too."

The traveler nods. "That's alright. I'm certain that one of the other Narrators has this all figured out in a way that Subversion will accept."

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

1 minute ago, Ookla the Irreplaceable said:

Cricket shifted, sensing a feeling of confusion and disturbance on Tam's side of the bond. Are you okay? he sent.

@Ookla the Inconclusive

There are basically two Tams right now 

The Tam on the beach established a connection with Cricket, but the Tam that was in Onyx's realm (and the one having a crisis right now) did not.

1 minute ago, Ookla the nostealnamepls said:

The traveler nods. "That's alright. I'm certain that one of the other Narrators has this all figured out in a way that Subversion will accept."

"Me too," she muttered.

[TwinStorm He/Him]

Just now, Ookla the Inconclusive said:

There are basically two Tams right now 

The Tam on the beach established a connection with Cricket, but the Tam that was in Onyx's realm (and the one having a crisis right now) did not.

"Me too," she muttered.

wut?

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

Just now, Ookla the Irreplaceable said:

wut?

There are two Tam's . . . the original made a copy of herself (i'll explain it more later ig), and one went to help find an answer to Subversion's question while the original stayed on the beach with everyone else.

The original was the one that Cricket and Bat were interacting with, and the one that Cricket was talking through the connection to. He has no connection to the other one.

[TwinStorm He/Him]

2 minutes ago, Ookla the Inconclusive said:

There are two Tam's . . . the original made a copy of herself (i'll explain it more later ig), and one went to help find an answer to Subversion's question while the original stayed on the beach with everyone else.

The original was the one that Cricket and Bat were interacting with, and the one that Cricket was talking through the connection to. He has no connection to the other one.

huh. weird.

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

Just now, Ookla the Irreplaceable said:

huh. weird.

Yeah

Bacon suggested the idea to her a while ago, so she decided to try it out.

She did it a little differently though. *shrug*

[NameIess]

Just now, Ookla the Inconclusive said:

Yeah

Bacon suggested the idea to her a while ago, so she decided to try it out.

She did it a little differently though. *shrug*

Forgot the cloud syncing.

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

4 minutes ago, Ookla the nostealnamepls said:

Forgot the cloud syncing.

Actually, that's a great analogy 

Edited December 7, 2024 by Ookla the Inconclusive