The Longest Thread (Misadventures)

[Bird Furious she/her/un/important]

1 minute ago, TwinStorm said:

Daughter. Cricket sighed. This was Rose's father. He stepped back at first, but then everything Rose had ever told him about her parents came to him, and simmering rage poured through him. How dare he do what he had done to his own daughter?

"Why," he said quietly. "are you here?" Cricket closed his eyes, trying to control his rage.

“Cricket, stop,” she said through clenched teeth.

”I’m here to take her back with me. We need to reevaluate our arrangement.” He raised his eyebrow. “Where are Bat and the soul, anyway?” 

Rose bit her cheek. “It’s under control.”

” Clearly not,” he sighed. “This was a definite mistake.”

[TwinStorm He/Him]

1 minute ago, Halcyon The Only said:

“Cricket, stop,” she said through clenched teeth.

”I’m here to take her back with me. We need to reevaluate our arrangement.” He raised his eyebrow. “Where are Bat and the soul, anyway?” 

Rose bit her cheek. “It’s under control.”

” Clearly not,” he sighed. “This was a definite mistake.”

"Rose, no." he whispered. He was not going to let this man bully her daughter any more. He stepped between the two. "Tell me, are you the person who neglected your own daughter, and forced her to be perfect at everything?"

[Bird Furious she/her/un/important]

1 minute ago, TwinStorm said:

"Rose, no." he whispered. He was not going to let this man bully her daughter any more. He stepped between the two. "Tell me, are you the person who neglected your own daughter, and forced her to be perfect at everything?"

“Cricket, shut up!”

 The man narrowed his eyes. “And who are you?”

[NameIess]

14 hours ago, Thee insane said:

Asher raised an eyebrow. “You’re not fooling anyone. Tell the truth. I can tell when someone is lying.”

the forest thing with the withergeist

The Priest sighed. "Truly, it is for the best that I keep my peace. You would not like it if I where to speak."

Yeah, that was quite some time ago.

--

Malevolence drifted just beneath consciousness. Dimly he heard the low hum of his life support machine, the whir of electronics from his automated medical drones, and the slow beeping of his heartrate monitor. He sighed mentally. So, I lost. To be expected, but still disappointing. At least I avoided capture. That might have spelled the end for my days of evil. Abruptly, the thought came to him that it was rather odd that he was conscious enough to think. Is this a dream? He thought back to the battle with Rebus. I shouldn't be having a dream. I'm unconscious, not asleep. I miscalculated my landing. Or, actually I suppose it was calculated well enough, my body simply could not hold up to those calculations. Darkness began to creep in on the edges of his... well, not his vision, since he couldn't see. His consciousness, perhaps. Is this... death? Malevolence wondered. Despite himself, he shivered mentally. A sorry way for my story to end. Dying on a sickbed hours after a climactic battle. The darkness continued to creep in, and a chill entered into Malevolence's soul. No! I will not end here. Not now. My plans are not yet complete! With force of will he strove to force the darkness back, to no avail. His soul became ice, the darkness filling him completely. He growled, struggling to throw the darkness back, to-

Then he saw it. The source of the darkness, the source of the cold. Then he saw Evil. And he realized that never before had he understood true evil. All of his most vile acts had been the actions of a mere child, playacting as a villain on the playground. Before him was Evil. It was darkness, it was hate. It was vengeance, insanity, cowardice murder in the dark death incarnate intimidation grand designs selfishness nihilism cowardice greatness arrogance betrayal and a thousand traits more. Malevolence's mind could not take it in. He could merely stare, realizing only now how far he had to go before he was truly evil. Dimly, the part of him that was too cynical to be awed even by this display recognized the form Evil had taken. A Blade that distorted reality around it. A Blade filled with power unending. A Blade that would 

You have survived. The voice of Evil spoke, and the ice that was Malevolence's soul shattered into a thousand daggers, pain shooting through his every iota. Malevolence screamed, his voice echoing out into the endless dark that surrounded Evil. You have outlived those who competed against you. Malan is dead, killed  by your plan. Ruia has fallen though Corruption remains, as does its hold on you. The Machination has no true evil goals of their own, at least not yet. Rebus lives, but he rejects my influence, holding back from true evil. Other  villains remain, but none are so present as you. Do you think this makes you worthy of  me?  Malevolence reeled, fighting through the pain, forcing himself to answer, only to find that his mouth, or whatever passed for it in this realm of the mind. Evil laughed, splintering the shards of Malevolence's soul even further. Survival does not make you worthy. You must be elevated above all others. You, Malevolence, have great intelligence. You have arrogance, and a desire to know true Evil that few share. But there is one thing you lack if you wish to claim me. Do you know what it is?  Malevolence gasped, voice returned to him. "I..." There was only one answer. "Power." Yes. You lack power. And in your striving for it, you reach too far. You have ambition, but your ambition is too great for your capabilities. Still, you must gain greater ambition still if you are to claim me. I leave you with a promise: gain the power of darkness, and I will be yours.

Malevolence awoke gasping for breath, covered in frozen sweat. He shivered, feeling as cold as death as he struggled to rise, aided by several medical drones. A quick glance at his medical devices showed that he'd had a major concussion and broken just about every bone in his body. His heart had stopped three times, and his core temperature had dipped below fifty degrees Fahrenheit. He made a mental note to do more research into anti-hypothermic medical devices, although his drones had improvised well enough to keep him alive. Supported by his drones, he stumbled over to his main computer and checked the reports from the battlefield. His Mordite blade was still in good condition, although it had taken slight damage that would need to be repaired. As he'd feared, Rebus hadn't been in the armor, and no Prismite had been recovered from the scene. Although that button was... interesting. Not as bad as it could have been... but still bad. His surveillance drones also indicated that Evil had been correct about Ruia. He sighed. Achieve power. You are too ambitious; be more ambitious. Only those who can deny reality will ever achieve true evil. Only now do I realize the truth in that statement. He stood weakly, several drones approaching with a medical exosuit. With this, he was able-barely-to walk on his own. He stumbled to his teleporter room, entered some coordinates, and vanished.

--

Malevolence appeared in front of Symbol, looking more dead than alive. He held no weapon, and looked beyond exhausted. "I heard you are cleansed of the Corruption that plagued you. Would you be willing to purify me as well?"

@Halcyon The Only

@Dragonheir, I don't think I answered your question about the Mordite earlier. There would have been a few very small chips of it. Not enough to make a weapon out of, but enough to study.

Edited February 14, 2025 by NameIess
Typos

[TwinStorm He/Him]

4 minutes ago, Halcyon The Only said:

“Cricket, shut up!”

 The man narrowed his eyes. “And who are you?”

He sighed. He wished he could. But some words just needed to be spoken.

"A friend. A friend who just wants the best for her and hates to see someone hurt her."

Just now, NameIess said:

The Priest sighed. "Truly, it is for the best that I keep my peace. You would not like it if I where to speak."

Yeah, that was quite some time ago.

--

Malevolence drifted just beneath consciousness. Dimly he heard the low hum of his life support machine, the whir of electronics from his automated medical drones, and the slow beeping of his heartrate monitor. He sighed mentally. So, I lost. To be expected, but still disappointing. At least I avoided capture. That might have spelled the end for my days of evil. Abruptly, the thought came to him that it was rather odd that he was conscious enough to think. Is this a dream? He thought back to the battle with Rebus. I shouldn't be having a dream. I'm unconscious, not asleep. I miscalculated my landing. Or, well, I suppose it was calculated well enough, my body simply could not hold up to those calculations. Darkness began to creep in on the edges of his... well, not his vision, since he couldn't see. His consciousness, perhaps. Is this... death? Malevolence wondered. Despite himself, he shivered mentally. A sorry way for my story to end. Dying on a sickbed hours after a climactic battle. The darkness continued to creep in, and a chill entered into Malevolence's soul. No! I will not end here. Not now. My plans are not yet complete! With force of will he strove to force the darkness back, to no avail. His soul became ice, the darkness filling him completely. He growled, struggling to throw the darkness back, to-

Then he saw it. The source of the darkness, the source of the cold. Then he saw Evil. And he realized that never before had he understood true evil. All of his most vile acts had been the actions of a mere child, playacting as a villain on the playground. Before him was Evil. It was darkness, it was hate. It was vengeance, insanity, cowardice murder in the dark death incarnate intimidation grand designs selfishness nihilism cowardice greatness arrogance betrayal and a thousand traits more. Malevolence's mind could not take it in. He could merely stare, realizing only now how far he had to go before he was truly evil. Dimly, the part of him that was too cynical to be awed even by this display recognized the form Evil had taken. A Blade that distorted reality around it. A Blade filled with power unending. A Blade that would 

You have survived. The voice of Evil spoke, and the ice that was Malevolence's soul shattered into a thousand daggers, pain shooting through his every iota. Malevolence screamed, his voice echoing out into the endless dark that surrounded Evil. You have outlived those who competed against you. Malan is dead, killed as though by your plan. Ruia has fallen though Corruption remains, as does its hold on you. The Machination has no true evil goals of their own, at least not yet. Rebus lives, but he rejects my influence, holding back from true evil. Other  villains remain, but none are so present as you. Do you think this makes you worthy of  me?  Malevolence reeled, fighting through the pain, forcing himself to answer, only to find that his mouth, or whatever passed for it in this realm of the mind. Evil laughed, splintering the shards of Malevolence's soul even further. Survival does not make you worthy. You must be elevated above all others. You, Malevolence, have great intelligence. You have arrogance, and a desire to know true Evil that few share. But there is one thing you lack if you wish to claim me. Do you know what it is?  Malevolence gasped, voice returned to him. "I..." There was only one answer. "Power." Yes. You lack power. And in your striving for it, you reach too far. You have ambition, but your ambition is too great for your capabilities. Still, you must gain greater ambition still if you are to claim me. I leave you with a promise: gain the power of darkness, and I will be yours.

Malevolence awoke gasping for breath, covered in frozen sweat. He shivered, feeling as cold as death as he struggled to rise, aided by several medical drones. A quick glance at his medical devices showed that he'd had a major concussion and broken just about every bone in his body. His heart had stopped three times, and his core temperature had dipped below fifty degrees Fahrenheit. He made a mental note to do more research into anti-hypothermic medical devices, although his drones had improvised well enough to keep him alive. Supported by his drones, he stumbled over to his main computer and checked the reports from the battlefield. His Mordite blade was still in good condition, although it had taken slight damage that would need to be repaired. As he'd feared, Rebus hadn't been in the armor, and no Prismite had been recovered from the scene. Although that button was... interesting. Not as bad as it could have been... but still bad. His surveillance drones also indicated that Evil had been correct about Ruia. He sighed. Achieve power. You are too ambitious; be more ambitious. Only those who can deny reality will ever achieve true evil. Only now do I realize the truth in that statement. He stood weakly, several drones approaching with a medical exosuit. With this, he was able-barely-to walk on his own. He stumbled to his teleporter room, entered some coordinates, and vanished.

--

Malevolence appeared in front of Symbol, looking more dead than alive. He held no weapon, and looked beyond exhausted. "I heard you are cleansed of the Corruption that plagued you. Would you be willing to purify me as well?"

@Halcyon The Only

@Dragonheir, I don't think I answered your question about the Mordite earlier. There would have been a few very small chips of it. Not enough to make a weapon out of, but enough to study.

holy crap

that's some fabulous writing

[NameIess]

1 minute ago, TwinStorm said:

holy crap

that's some fabulous writing

Thanks!

[Bird Furious she/her/un/important]

2 minutes ago, NameIess said:

The Priest sighed. "Truly, it is for the best that I keep my peace. You would not like it if I where to speak."

Yeah, that was quite some time ago.

--

Malevolence drifted just beneath consciousness. Dimly he heard the low hum of his life support machine, the whir of electronics from his automated medical drones, and the slow beeping of his heartrate monitor. He sighed mentally. So, I lost. To be expected, but still disappointing. At least I avoided capture. That might have spelled the end for my days of evil. Abruptly, the thought came to him that it was rather odd that he was conscious enough to think. Is this a dream? He thought back to the battle with Rebus. I shouldn't be having a dream. I'm unconscious, not asleep. I miscalculated my landing. Or, well, I suppose it was calculated well enough, my body simply could not hold up to those calculations. Darkness began to creep in on the edges of his... well, not his vision, since he couldn't see. His consciousness, perhaps. Is this... death? Malevolence wondered. Despite himself, he shivered mentally. A sorry way for my story to end. Dying on a sickbed hours after a climactic battle. The darkness continued to creep in, and a chill entered into Malevolence's soul. No! I will not end here. Not now. My plans are not yet complete! With force of will he strove to force the darkness back, to no avail. His soul became ice, the darkness filling him completely. He growled, struggling to throw the darkness back, to-

Then he saw it. The source of the darkness, the source of the cold. Then he saw Evil. And he realized that never before had he understood true evil. All of his most vile acts had been the actions of a mere child, playacting as a villain on the playground. Before him was Evil. It was darkness, it was hate. It was vengeance, insanity, cowardice murder in the dark death incarnate intimidation grand designs selfishness nihilism cowardice greatness arrogance betrayal and a thousand traits more. Malevolence's mind could not take it in. He could merely stare, realizing only now how far he had to go before he was truly evil. Dimly, the part of him that was too cynical to be awed even by this display recognized the form Evil had taken. A Blade that distorted reality around it. A Blade filled with power unending. A Blade that would 

You have survived. The voice of Evil spoke, and the ice that was Malevolence's soul shattered into a thousand daggers, pain shooting through his every iota. Malevolence screamed, his voice echoing out into the endless dark that surrounded Evil. You have outlived those who competed against you. Malan is dead, killed as though by your plan. Ruia has fallen though Corruption remains, as does its hold on you. The Machination has no true evil goals of their own, at least not yet. Rebus lives, but he rejects my influence, holding back from true evil. Other  villains remain, but none are so present as you. Do you think this makes you worthy of  me?  Malevolence reeled, fighting through the pain, forcing himself to answer, only to find that his mouth, or whatever passed for it in this realm of the mind. Evil laughed, splintering the shards of Malevolence's soul even further. Survival does not make you worthy. You must be elevated above all others. You, Malevolence, have great intelligence. You have arrogance, and a desire to know true Evil that few share. But there is one thing you lack if you wish to claim me. Do you know what it is?  Malevolence gasped, voice returned to him. "I..." There was only one answer. "Power." Yes. You lack power. And in your striving for it, you reach too far. You have ambition, but your ambition is too great for your capabilities. Still, you must gain greater ambition still if you are to claim me. I leave you with a promise: gain the power of darkness, and I will be yours.

Malevolence awoke gasping for breath, covered in frozen sweat. He shivered, feeling as cold as death as he struggled to rise, aided by several medical drones. A quick glance at his medical devices showed that he'd had a major concussion and broken just about every bone in his body. His heart had stopped three times, and his core temperature had dipped below fifty degrees Fahrenheit. He made a mental note to do more research into anti-hypothermic medical devices, although his drones had improvised well enough to keep him alive. Supported by his drones, he stumbled over to his main computer and checked the reports from the battlefield. His Mordite blade was still in good condition, although it had taken slight damage that would need to be repaired. As he'd feared, Rebus hadn't been in the armor, and no Prismite had been recovered from the scene. Although that button was... interesting. Not as bad as it could have been... but still bad. His surveillance drones also indicated that Evil had been correct about Ruia. He sighed. Achieve power. You are too ambitious; be more ambitious. Only those who can deny reality will ever achieve true evil. Only now do I realize the truth in that statement. He stood weakly, several drones approaching with a medical exosuit. With this, he was able-barely-to walk on his own. He stumbled to his teleporter room, entered some coordinates, and vanished.

--

Malevolence appeared in front of Symbol, looking more dead than alive. He held no weapon, and looked beyond exhausted. "I heard you are cleansed of the Corruption that plagued you. Would you be willing to purify me as well?"

@Halcyon The Only

@Dragonheir, I don't think I answered your question about the Mordite earlier. There would have been a few very small chips of it. Not enough to make a weapon out of, but enough to study.

She tilted her head. “The corruption was part of me. I’d assumed it would have gone away…” 

She touched his forehead, and the corruption was gone.

”Guess I’ll have to find a way to get rid of it all..”

2 minutes ago, TwinStorm said:

He sighed. He wished he could. But some words just needed to be spoken.

"A friend. A friend who just wants the best for her and hates to see someone hurt her."

Rose ground her teeth. 

“You don’t know what you’re speaking of. I suppose he could come, if he means so much to you,” he said to Rose, clearly annoyed. 

She shrugged, not trusting herself to speak. 

4 minutes ago, NameIess said:

Thanks!

It really is  

[TwinStorm He/Him]

1 minute ago, Halcyon The Only said:

She tilted her head. “The corruption was part of me. I’d assumed it would have gone away…” 

She touched his forehead, and the corruption was gone.

”Guess I’ll have to find a way to get rid of it all..”

Rose ground her teeth. 

“You don’t know what you’re speaking of. I suppose he could come, if he means so much to you,” he said to Rose, clearly annoyed. 

She shrugged, not trusting herself to speak. 

It really is  

He sighed, glaring at him. "Neither of us are going. She left for a reason, and, unless you actually show you know anything about parenting, I won't let her go back to that hellhole."

[NameIess]

2 minutes ago, Halcyon The Only said:

She tilted her head. “The corruption was part of me. I’d assumed it would have gone away…” 

She touched his forehead, and the corruption was gone.

”Guess I’ll have to find a way to get rid of it all..”

"Thank you." Malevolence vanished.

[Bird Furious she/her/un/important]

5 minutes ago, TwinStorm said:

He sighed, glaring at him. "Neither of us are going. She left for a reason, and, unless you actually show you know anything about parenting, I won't let her go back to that hellhole."

“Cricket!” 

“I don’t believe I was asking you,” he said, lips compressed in a thin line. “Do you wish to come or not?”

3 minutes ago, NameIess said:

"Thank you." Malevolence vanished.

“Bye…”

[TwinStorm He/Him]

Just now, Halcyon The Only said:

“Cricket!” 

“I don’t believe I was asking you,” he said, lips compressed in a thin line. “Do you wish to come or not?”

“Bye…”

He sighed, and took a step back. "Fine." he hissed. "I'll let her decide. But, I'm warning you, if you try to force her to come, you'll regret it."

[Bird Furious she/her/un/important]

3 minutes ago, TwinStorm said:

He sighed, and took a step back. "Fine." he hissed. "I'll let her decide. But, I'm warning you, if you try to force her to come, you'll regret it."

Rose stared at her feet. He clearly didn’t understand. 

Her father stepped forward and took her hand. “Is he coming?” 

“Yes,” she said instantly, glancing at Cricket. “I… please.”

[TwinStorm He/Him]

Just now, Halcyon The Only said:

Rose stared at her feet. He clearly didn’t understand. 

Her father stepped forward and took her hand. “Is he coming?” 

“Yes,” she said instantly, glancing at Cricket. “I… please.”

He nodded slowly. "Of course." For her, he thought to himself, still glaring at her father.

[KnightSkye Reforged They/Them]

1 hour ago, Halcyon The Only said:

YAY YAY YAY GOOD JOOOOOOOOOB

He led them down the hall to a wide, open room. The floor was one giant map, and more flanked the walls. 

would he recognize any of the maps, or they all of different worlds that he isn't from?

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

1 hour ago, Halcyon The Only said:

He fished in his bag for a Nullite pebble, then dropped it, willing it toward the wall. It clattered against the wall before sliding down to the floor. 

She watched the pebble curiously.

You . . . learned to control it? That's great!

1 hour ago, Ancient Elantrian said:

"It's like Kung Fu panda."

". . . What is?"

1 hour ago, Thee insane said:

Atlas followed the pair. “Have you ever accidentally said a racial slur in another language?” She asks randomly to them.

@Halcyon The Only @Through The Living Glass

"Er- no?"

44 minutes ago, Halcyon The Only said:

“Shut up,” she hissed at him. She’d have felt bad for snapping any other time, but… 

Her hands clenched and unclenched. 

The man raised his eyebrows in clear disapproval. “What do I want with my daughter?”

DANG OKAY

26 minutes ago, NameIess said:

The Priest sighed. "Truly, it is for the best that I keep my peace. You would not like it if I where to speak."

Yeah, that was quite some time ago.

--

Malevolence drifted just beneath consciousness. Dimly he heard the low hum of his life support machine, the whir of electronics from his automated medical drones, and the slow beeping of his heartrate monitor. He sighed mentally. So, I lost. To be expected, but still disappointing. At least I avoided capture. That might have spelled the end for my days of evil. Abruptly, the thought came to him that it was rather odd that he was conscious enough to think. Is this a dream? He thought back to the battle with Rebus. I shouldn't be having a dream. I'm unconscious, not asleep. I miscalculated my landing. Or, well, I suppose it was calculated well enough, my body simply could not hold up to those calculations. Darkness began to creep in on the edges of his... well, not his vision, since he couldn't see. His consciousness, perhaps. Is this... death? Malevolence wondered. Despite himself, he shivered mentally. A sorry way for my story to end. Dying on a sickbed hours after a climactic battle. The darkness continued to creep in, and a chill entered into Malevolence's soul. No! I will not end here. Not now. My plans are not yet complete! With force of will he strove to force the darkness back, to no avail. His soul became ice, the darkness filling him completely. He growled, struggling to throw the darkness back, to-

Then he saw it. The source of the darkness, the source of the cold. Then he saw Evil. And he realized that never before had he understood true evil. All of his most vile acts had been the actions of a mere child, playacting as a villain on the playground. Before him was Evil. It was darkness, it was hate. It was vengeance, insanity, cowardice murder in the dark death incarnate intimidation grand designs selfishness nihilism cowardice greatness arrogance betrayal and a thousand traits more. Malevolence's mind could not take it in. He could merely stare, realizing only now how far he had to go before he was truly evil. Dimly, the part of him that was too cynical to be awed even by this display recognized the form Evil had taken. A Blade that distorted reality around it. A Blade filled with power unending. A Blade that would 

You have survived. The voice of Evil spoke, and the ice that was Malevolence's soul shattered into a thousand daggers, pain shooting through his every iota. Malevolence screamed, his voice echoing out into the endless dark that surrounded Evil. You have outlived those who competed against you. Malan is dead, killed as though by your plan. Ruia has fallen though Corruption remains, as does its hold on you. The Machination has no true evil goals of their own, at least not yet. Rebus lives, but he rejects my influence, holding back from true evil. Other  villains remain, but none are so present as you. Do you think this makes you worthy of  me?  Malevolence reeled, fighting through the pain, forcing himself to answer, only to find that his mouth, or whatever passed for it in this realm of the mind. Evil laughed, splintering the shards of Malevolence's soul even further. Survival does not make you worthy. You must be elevated above all others. You, Malevolence, have great intelligence. You have arrogance, and a desire to know true Evil that few share. But there is one thing you lack if you wish to claim me. Do you know what it is?  Malevolence gasped, voice returned to him. "I..." There was only one answer. "Power." Yes. You lack power. And in your striving for it, you reach too far. You have ambition, but your ambition is too great for your capabilities. Still, you must gain greater ambition still if you are to claim me. I leave you with a promise: gain the power of darkness, and I will be yours.

Malevolence awoke gasping for breath, covered in frozen sweat. He shivered, feeling as cold as death as he struggled to rise, aided by several medical drones. A quick glance at his medical devices showed that he'd had a major concussion and broken just about every bone in his body. His heart had stopped three times, and his core temperature had dipped below fifty degrees Fahrenheit. He made a mental note to do more research into anti-hypothermic medical devices, although his drones had improvised well enough to keep him alive. Supported by his drones, he stumbled over to his main computer and checked the reports from the battlefield. His Mordite blade was still in good condition, although it had taken slight damage that would need to be repaired. As he'd feared, Rebus hadn't been in the armor, and no Prismite had been recovered from the scene. Although that button was... interesting. Not as bad as it could have been... but still bad. His surveillance drones also indicated that Evil had been correct about Ruia. He sighed. Achieve power. You are too ambitious; be more ambitious. Only those who can deny reality will ever achieve true evil. Only now do I realize the truth in that statement. He stood weakly, several drones approaching with a medical exosuit. With this, he was able-barely-to walk on his own. He stumbled to his teleporter room, entered some coordinates, and vanished.

--

Malevolence appeared in front of Symbol, looking more dead than alive. He held no weapon, and looked beyond exhausted. "I heard you are cleansed of the Corruption that plagued you. Would you be willing to purify me as well?"

@Halcyon The Only

@Dragonheir, I don't think I answered your question about the Mordite earlier. There would have been a few very small chips of it. Not enough to make a weapon out of, but enough to study.

Daaaang okay

[Through the Living Elan He/Him]

Just now, Through The Living Glass said:

". . . What is?"

"Peach tree."

[Keke They/he]

28 minutes ago, NameIess said:

The Priest sighed. "Truly, it is for the best that I keep my peace. You would not like it if I where to speak."

Yeah, that was quite some time ago.

Asher raises her eyebrow. “I dont like anything. You’re not special. Talk. Now.”

i thought that was like a few days ago. Phew!! Im not sure how the time works in this

2 minutes ago, Through The Living Glass said:

"Er- no?"

“Good. They give you weird looks when you do.”

[Bird Furious she/her/un/important]

9 minutes ago, TwinStorm said:

He nodded slowly. "Of course." For her, he thought to himself, still glaring at her father.

She shot him a teeny smile. The man messed with some dials, and then they were in an empty cavern with hallway offshoots. 

4 minutes ago, KnightSkye said:

would he recognize any of the maps, or they all of different worlds that he isn't from?

Theyre from the preserve so he might recognize places hes been 

2 minutes ago, Through The Living Glass said:

She watched the pebble curiously.

You . . . learned to control it? That's great!

". . . What is?"

"Er- no?"

DANG OKAY

Daaaang okay

He nodded. “Kind of. But… you see my point?”

[TwinStorm He/Him]

Just now, Halcyon The Only said:

She shot him a teeny smile. The man messed with some dials, and then they were in an empty cavern with hallway offshoots. 

Theyre from the preserve so he might recognize places hes been 

He nodded. “Kind of. But… you see my point?”

He took her hand, trying to keep his anger and stress down. "Where are we?"

[Keke They/he]

1 minute ago, TwinStorm said:

He took her hand, trying to keep his anger and stress down. "Where are we?"

Gasp.

romace?

bewtween whom?

 

[TwinStorm He/Him]

1 minute ago, Thee insane said:

Gasp.

romace?

bewtween whom?

 

Cricket and Rose

cuz Tam loves Bat more 

and I (we) want my lil guy to be happy

[KnightSkye Reforged They/Them]

4 minutes ago, Halcyon The Only said:

Theyre from the preserve so he might recognize places hes been

Ok thanks.

Cadewyn looked around the room, glancing at the maps. "Eepy, isn't that one over there the rift we found Ferron in?"

[Keke They/he]

Just now, TwinStorm said:

Cricket and Rose

cuz Tam loves Bat more 

and I (we) want my lil guy to be happy

Mmmmm

40 minutes ago, NameIess said:

The Priest sighed. "Truly, it is for the best that I keep my peace. You would not like it if I where to speak."

Yeah, that was quite some time ago.

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Malevolence drifted just beneath consciousness. Dimly he heard the low hum of his life support machine, the whir of electronics from his automated medical drones, and the slow beeping of his heartrate monitor. He sighed mentally. So, I lost. To be expected, but still disappointing. At least I avoided capture. That might have spelled the end for my days of evil. Abruptly, the thought came to him that it was rather odd that he was conscious enough to think. Is this a dream? He thought back to the battle with Rebus. I shouldn't be having a dream. I'm unconscious, not asleep. I miscalculated my landing. Or, well, I suppose it was calculated well enough, my body simply could not hold up to those calculations. Darkness began to creep in on the edges of his... well, not his vision, since he couldn't see. His consciousness, perhaps. Is this... death? Malevolence wondered. Despite himself, he shivered mentally. A sorry way for my story to end. Dying on a sickbed hours after a climactic battle. The darkness continued to creep in, and a chill entered into Malevolence's soul. No! I will not end here. Not now. My plans are not yet complete! With force of will he strove to force the darkness back, to no avail. His soul became ice, the darkness filling him completely. He growled, struggling to throw the darkness back, to-

Then he saw it. The source of the darkness, the source of the cold. Then he saw Evil. And he realized that never before had he understood true evil. All of his most vile acts had been the actions of a mere child, playacting as a villain on the playground. Before him was Evil. It was darkness, it was hate. It was vengeance, insanity, cowardice murder in the dark death incarnate intimidation grand designs selfishness nihilism cowardice greatness arrogance betrayal and a thousand traits more. Malevolence's mind could not take it in. He could merely stare, realizing only now how far he had to go before he was truly evil. Dimly, the part of him that was too cynical to be awed even by this display recognized the form Evil had taken. A Blade that distorted reality around it. A Blade filled with power unending. A Blade that would 

You have survived. The voice of Evil spoke, and the ice that was Malevolence's soul shattered into a thousand daggers, pain shooting through his every iota. Malevolence screamed, his voice echoing out into the endless dark that surrounded Evil. You have outlived those who competed against you. Malan is dead, killed as though by your plan. Ruia has fallen though Corruption remains, as does its hold on you. The Machination has no true evil goals of their own, at least not yet. Rebus lives, but he rejects my influence, holding back from true evil. Other  villains remain, but none are so present as you. Do you think this makes you worthy of  me?  Malevolence reeled, fighting through the pain, forcing himself to answer, only to find that his mouth, or whatever passed for it in this realm of the mind. Evil laughed, splintering the shards of Malevolence's soul even further. Survival does not make you worthy. You must be elevated above all others. You, Malevolence, have great intelligence. You have arrogance, and a desire to know true Evil that few share. But there is one thing you lack if you wish to claim me. Do you know what it is?  Malevolence gasped, voice returned to him. "I..." There was only one answer. "Power." Yes. You lack power. And in your striving for it, you reach too far. You have ambition, but your ambition is too great for your capabilities. Still, you must gain greater ambition still if you are to claim me. I leave you with a promise: gain the power of darkness, and I will be yours.

Malevolence awoke gasping for breath, covered in frozen sweat. He shivered, feeling as cold as death as he struggled to rise, aided by several medical drones. A quick glance at his medical devices showed that he'd had a major concussion and broken just about every bone in his body. His heart had stopped three times, and his core temperature had dipped below fifty degrees Fahrenheit. He made a mental note to do more research into anti-hypothermic medical devices, although his drones had improvised well enough to keep him alive. Supported by his drones, he stumbled over to his main computer and checked the reports from the battlefield. His Mordite blade was still in good condition, although it had taken slight damage that would need to be repaired. As he'd feared, Rebus hadn't been in the armor, and no Prismite had been recovered from the scene. Although that button was... interesting. Not as bad as it could have been... but still bad. His surveillance drones also indicated that Evil had been correct about Ruia. He sighed. Achieve power. You are too ambitious; be more ambitious. Only those who can deny reality will ever achieve true evil. Only now do I realize the truth in that statement. He stood weakly, several drones approaching with a medical exosuit. With this, he was able-barely-to walk on his own. He stumbled to his teleporter room, entered some coordinates, and vanished.

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Malevolence appeared in front of Symbol, looking more dead than alive. He held no weapon, and looked beyond exhausted. "I heard you are cleansed of the Corruption that plagued you. Would you be willing to purify me as well?"

@Halcyon The Only

@Dragonheir, I don't think I answered your question about the Mordite earlier. There would have been a few very small chips of it. Not enough to make a weapon out of, but enough to study.

That. Is . Some amazing story.

[Bird Furious she/her/un/important]

7 minutes ago, TwinStorm said:

He took her hand, trying to keep his anger and stress down. "Where are we?"

Her father eyed Rose, who squeezed his hand and let it go. 

“The top cavern,” he replied. “This is where we leave and come back. Hurry— there’s a party tonight, and we need to be there.” He began to stride down a hallway, Rose scampering after him. 

3 minutes ago, TwinStorm said:

Cricket and Rose

cuz Tam loves Bat more 

and I (we) want my lil guy to be happy

We do  

3 minutes ago, KnightSkye said:

Ok thanks.

Cadewyn looked around the room, glancing at the maps. "Eepy, isn't that one over there the rift we found Ferron in?"

She nodded. 

“Maps of the preserve,” the man explained. “There. There she is.” He pointed at a little pile of ash. 

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

13 minutes ago, Ancient Elantrian said:

"Peach tree."

"Ah."

10 minutes ago, Halcyon The Only said:

He nodded. “Kind of. But… you see my point?”

She shrugged, then remembered he couldn't see her.

She un-invisibled herself and shrugged again. that's totally a word, mhm

I mean . . . but they don't know what you can do . . . so you don't have to leave . . .

5 minutes ago, TwinStorm said:

Cricket and Rose

cuz Tam loves Bat more 

and I (we) want my lil guy to be happy

WE :D