The Longest Thread (Misadventures)

[Through the Living Heir he/him]

Oblivion. Trapped inaction. Back to oblivion. Rebus drifted in and out of existence in his Author's mind, unable to do anything. And then he reached the forefront, Heir finally reading what he had been neglecting. In a rush of awareness, Rebus saw all that had happened. He smiled.  

On 8/22/2025 at 11:55 PM, CoderDrag0n8 said:

“I agree” He says, and you feel a binding agreement ensue.

Rebus grinned, certifying the agreement himself as well. Purple was certainly the influence present in the representation of him as he knelt down and laid a hand on the chains. He channeled his own power - raw Narration, firmly in opposition to any sort of restriction of possibilities - into the bindings, weakening their magic as rust would weaken iron. Excess Narration pooled outside the chains, and as Rebus stood up and stepped back, he unleashed in. A rush of force swept out from around the Shackled Dream, blasting away the undergrowth - and, with luck, the chains themselves. 

On 8/22/2025 at 11:58 PM, Kansas Stormcursed said:

"And why do you wish to summon something so dangerous?"

"Many reasons," Rebus said, seeming to legitimately consider the question. "The most important, I think, is to save someone I loved."

On 8/23/2025 at 12:19 AM, ChipsAHoid said:

The sprite nodded and wrote unkind things about several very important people.

Betrayal raised an eyebrow and walked to the opposite side of the room. He tapped a brick, and it slid in. They walked a short bit and popped out right in front of the throne room. Guarding it was a massive, insectoid creature. It had fangs oozing venom than hissed dangerously when it hit the ground. Its legs ended in razor-sharp points, leaving small holes in the stone.

Axzi spoke

This is where the pesticide would be handy

Rebus was fine with that, though he hoped the art of more elegant trickery could be conveyed with time. 

Rebus grinned at the monster. The seemingly acidic venom looked dangerous, but Rebus had access to the pesticide he used within much of his empire. Actually, it was anything-icide, and would be far more deadly than any mere acid. Directing the nanomachines with an unnecessary wave of his hand, Rebus sent a faint cloud of shining mist at the monster. Once it connected, the color began to spread, metal growing across the foreleg. That leg began to subliminate, the self-replicating nanomachines - for that was what the mist was made of - turning every bit of the Horror they touched into more of themselves, then dispersing all but the active layer into the air. The rapidly growing cloud did nothing to the floor, or even to other living things that may end up within it, but any point on the Horror swiftly turned to more of the metallic nanomachines on contact. 

On 8/23/2025 at 12:49 AM, Sequence said:

“… When I’m able,” she replies, looking down at her lap where she fiddles with her hands nervously.

”Why do you ask? You’re not a villain.”

Rebus grinned - he knew Sequence had more information now, and even without that, the mix of malice and excitement on his face would serve to disprove her statement. "You were unaware of what my new Plotblade represents, I take it?" 

On 8/23/2025 at 9:45 AM, Ancient Elantrian said:

The voice went quiet.You think the authors care for your petty behavior? For your meaningless battles? You follow an author yourself—and all you do is TRIVIAL to them… A MEANINGLESS GAME.“

It is a game, yes. But they care enough that I can continue to make them care, continue to make me exist. That is one of the only things it makes sense to do. 

On 8/23/2025 at 10:00 AM, TwinStorm said:

"Really?" she smirked, then paused for a moment, ear cocked as if listening to the wind. "The Authors are returning at least. I can feel their presence. Nameless, Elan, Sequence . . . They could be dangerous. How long before someone like Platypus returns and challenges you? Vengeance may be even stronger than Antagonist."

"Being challenged and even defeated serves my goals far better than wasting away, waiting for someone to try and stop me. This development is, to me, a good thing." 

On 8/23/2025 at 10:17 AM, Hawks said:

what do you mean by that?

"yeah I know. Just not expecting it to be so difficult of a task"

Rebus is trying to make sure they don't try working against him by reminding them they are in his debt (I cannot seem to remember the pronouns - or name, for that matter - of this character). 

"You were close. Are you really sure Malevolence is more trustworthy and honorable than I am? I do not break my promises, and I prioritize the good of the Thread over evil for its own sake. I even suspect Malevolence is trying to summon the Witherlord for himself - and he can decipher the paper, while I as of yet cannot." Everything Rebus says here is both true and fully intended for manipulation. 

On 8/24/2025 at 3:55 PM, Ashkaloda said:

"Ah, hello. What plot am I to be assisting? Bacon is not one of yours then."

He pondered for a bit, and as he did so, he reverted to as he was before, fidgeting, speaking more softly, as if he had never been otherwise. 

"But retrieving it from him? I do not wish to wait, though it would not be so unpleasant for myself. I cannot physically take it, but... I could copy it? But seeing it though... too nonspecific to work. Otherwise a search is not needed. Take it from his mind... that has a success/fail variable. As he is already frozen, presumably he could be teleported... or copied himself? Through this logic, if we were to duplicate Bacon such that he retained his memories, we could take the pages directly from his memories. Rebus, could you accomplish that?"

@Dragonheir

Rebus did not appear with haste, but he eventually came into existence once his Author returned. "I had begun to do so myself, actually - I have his essence, and if at least a portion of Meat the Minstrel could be captured, I could combine the two into a functional duplicate." 

On 8/25/2025 at 12:14 PM, xinoehp512 said:

Bacon looked around furtively.

He felt a vague sense of unease...

But he couldn't say exactly why.

Rebus watched Bacon from the future. Did I ever tell you why I want the Lost Page? 

On 8/26/2025 at 1:00 PM, Bird Furious said:

"I have to at least be with someone who's been there."

"Ah - then this should work. Quite some time ago, some of the experiments I was doing led me to find a planet that might be the perfect place to go if one does not want to be found. I had wanted to set up a base there, but the very reasons that the place was ideal for remaining hidden made it too difficult a venture to bother with. Telepathy, ansible communication, even Narrative awareness are next to impossible there, and any sustained portals - such as the kind I use to make nearly all my technology work - are quickly destroyed. But as hostile as it is, a few people could live there for a very long time without being found. It's safe from anyone looking for us and breathtaking in more ways than one." Rebus turned to Symbol, waiting for her thoughts with a wistful look on his face. 

On 8/26/2025 at 10:35 PM, NameIess said:

The Dreamsmith's eyes narrow. He takes a step forward, perhaps unconsciously. "Who?"

"Cricket. Rose." The impostor took a step backwards, though he walked into a table in doing so. "And my boss." he said, sheepishly. 

On 8/26/2025 at 11:12 PM, NameIess said:

Meanwhile a rebellion against Rebus was brewing. Well, brewing was perhaps a bad term for it. Boiling over would be more accurate.

"DOWN WITH THE VILE SCUM OF THE EARTH!" Bellowed the resistance's leader. "DOWN WITH THE TYRANT, THE DESTROYER OF LOVE!" His followers cheered heartily, raising pitchforks and torches. "I WILL NOT REST UNTIL THAT MOST VILE BEING HAS BEEN UTTERLY DESTROYED, UNTIL HE RESIDES IN THE LOWEST PITS OF HELL THAT ARE HIS END!"

@Dragonheir

Rebus appeared with a crack of thunder, hovering in the air in his armor and cape. "That's a little extreme, I would say." he noted, a conversational smile on his face as he filled the air with neigh-invisible utility fog. 

On 8/26/2025 at 11:38 PM, The Sly Cookie said:

Vigo picks the knight up and spins it in his fingers before setting it down with a satisfying snap as the glass piece connects with the surface of the board. e5 knight to c4.

He then looks up at Fas and pulls out a scroll of sorts. He begins to unravel it.

"Don't let me interrupt your turn, but..." He lays the paper out. It's a bounty. "Have you heard of someone with the vile name of 'Rebus', my friend?"

@Dragonheir

Rebus found this very interesting, though as far as he remembered, he had not interacted with this Author after he had modified his personality. 

On 8/27/2025 at 10:38 AM, Hawks said:

What…… how did i… i missed a lot didnt i? Bat… bat died??? ….. … … … … …. I didnt see that. It was during my off time no!! NO!! NO NO….. no./. BAT ILL REMEBER YOU! SO WILL ASHER YOU HELPED HER IN WAYS YOULL NEVER NO

guys

im crying rn what 

aegegag

………….. .. you little (not shard allowed words) I HATE REBUS

 

after i read this it also was put into erryins head and Asher’s head. Asher (well her shadow that isn’t in a wierd place rn) appears in front of rebus. “What did you do.”

I may or may not have also cried (not evasive confirmation - it was just a while ago, so I can't remember). I definitely had a weird mix of feelings, and I'm honestly proud - as a writer - that me and Haly were able to invoke such a reaction in so many people. 

Rebus smiled. "How did you think I'd gotten myself declared evilest person in the Thread?" 

 

On 8/27/2025 at 11:03 AM, CoderDrag0n8 said:

A few days ago (like 5) Me: oh hey Dragonheir is on a lot more! My plot line is progressing well!

me (now): *cries* I just wanted to unshackle a dreammmmmm

On 8/27/2025 at 11:07 AM, Kansas Stormcursed said:

Same  my main plot is stalled for the moment 'cause everything's either waiting on Heir or you (and by extension Heir)

 Sorry about that. 

On 8/27/2025 at 12:57 PM, Hawks said:

“only because i didnt speak fast enough….. i dont really want it anyways. Unless i do. I dont know.”

@Dragonheir

“hey rebus could i just not get the paper? Like…. Is that an option to just quit the quest….”

Rebus raised an eyebrow. "I spared the Scribe's life for this - though he was my friend, he was also my enemy. I could certainly find you another task, unless you would like to undo our agreement." 

On 8/27/2025 at 1:06 PM, Sequence said:

  

So much speak of the Witherlord was enough to alert Sequence, who then appeared.

 

"Bacon!" She said, sounding panicked. "You should destroy the paper, now. If it has anything to do with summoning... you know... then it should be destroyed immediately." 

I had so much deja vu with this post, and I have no idea why. 

6 hours ago, The Sly Cookie said:

Vigo grins widely. "That bastard Rebus is as good as dead."

Rebus was really tempted to appear behind him, but restrained himself - unless, of course, a particular Author (you) wanted him to. 

If he does show up, I too play chess - and Rebus certainly would be willing to, given how symbolic it is. 

[Kansas Stormcursed he/him]

1 minute ago, Dragonheir said:

Many reasons," Rebus said, seeming to legitimately consider the question. "The most important, I think, is to save someone I loved."

"By risking the destruction of the very Thread that gives you existence? How would such destruction save anyone?"

 

Congratulations Heir, you made a post the length of a page

[Keke They/he]

3 minutes ago, Dragonheir said:

Many reasons," Rebus said, seeming to legitimately consider the question. "The most important, I think, is to save someone I loved."

what......

 

4 minutes ago, Dragonheir said:

Rebus raised an eyebrow. "I spared the Scribe's life for this - though he was my friend, he was also my enemy. I could certainly find you another task, unless you would like to undo our agreement." 

"another task. It cannot help in such a dangerous task."

6 minutes ago, Dragonheir said:

Rebus is trying to make sure they don't try working against him by reminding them they are in his debt (I cannot seem to remember the pronouns - or name, for that matter - of this character). 

"You were close. Are you really sure Malevolence is more trustworthy and honorable than I am? I do not break my promises, and I prioritize the good of the Thread over evil for its own sake. I even suspect Malevolence is trying to summon the Witherlord for himself - and he can decipher the paper, while I as of yet cannot." Everything Rebus says here is both true and fully intended for manipulation. 

Dont worry its they then xD and their name is erryin

"he isnt trustworthy. But... the witherlord is more harm then good. And... and i dont think anyone out of the heavy characters other then sequence and to an extent bacon are trust worthy"

[Through the Living Heir he/him]

Just now, Kansas Stormcursed said:

"By risking the destruction of the very Thread that gives you existence? How would such destruction save anyone?"

 

Congratulations Heir, you made a post the length of a page

"The Thread already risked destruction. Not by the Witherlord, but by the inactivity of the Authors and the lack of plot. A threat can be channeled to ends and fought against - stagnation cannot." 

Did I mention I had 50 notifications? I'm honestly shocked it only reached this length. 

2 minutes ago, Hawks said:

what......

 

"another task. It cannot help in such a dangerous task."

If you go back a little bit before Rebus kills Bat, you'll reach the part where he was torturing Symbol. Rebus made a deal with Fate/Xino to get her to safty in Onyx's Realm in exchange for a favor - which turned out to be summoning the Witherlord. 

"There's a place, somewhere, called the Plane of Darkness. I don't know where it is, or even what it is, but I'd like you to try and find it." I too don't know what exactly it is - though Xino should. 

[Kansas Stormcursed he/him]

1 minute ago, Dragonheir said:

"The Thread already risked destruction. Not by the Witherlord, but by the inactivity of the Authors and the lack of plot. A threat can be channeled to ends and fought against - stagnation cannot." 

Did I mention I had 50 notifications? I'm honestly shocked it only reached this length. 

If you go back a little bit before Rebus kills Bat, you'll reach the part where he was torturing Symbol. Rebus made a deal with Fate/Xino to get her to safty in Onyx's Realm in exchange for a favor - which turned out to be summoning the Witherlord. 

"There's a place, somewhere, called the Plane of Darkness. I don't know where it is, or even what it is, but I'd like you to try and find it." I too don't know what exactly it is - though Xino should. 

Whoa ok wow. Good information. To double-check, Narrators can know any text put in the Thread?

"I see...it all begins to make sense now."

[Honors Spectral Image She/her]

10 minutes ago, Dragonheir said:

Oblivion. Trapped inaction. Back to oblivion. Rebus drifted in and out of existence in his Author's mind, unable to do anything. And then he reached the forefront, Heir finally reading what he had been neglecting. In a rush of awareness, Rebus saw all that had happened. He smiled.  

Rebus grinned, certifying the agreement himself as well. Purple was certainly the influence present in the representation of him as he knelt down and laid a hand on the chains. He channeled his own power - raw Narration, firmly in opposition to any sort of restriction of possibilities - into the bindings, weakening their magic as rust would weaken iron. Excess Narration pooled outside the chains, and as Rebus stood up and stepped back, he unleashed in. A rush of force swept out from around the Shackled Dream, blasting away the undergrowth - and, with luck, the chains themselves. 

"Many reasons," Rebus said, seeming to legitimately consider the question. "The most important, I think, is to save someone I loved."

Rebus was fine with that, though he hoped the art of more elegant trickery could be conveyed with time. 

Rebus grinned at the monster. The seemingly acidic venom looked dangerous, but Rebus had access to the pesticide he used within much of his empire. Actually, it was anything-icide, and would be far more deadly than any mere acid. Directing the nanomachines with an unnecessary wave of his hand, Rebus sent a faint cloud of shining mist at the monster. Once it connected, the color began to spread, metal growing across the foreleg. That leg began to subliminate, the self-replicating nanomachines - for that was what the mist was made of - turning every bit of the Horror they touched into more of themselves, then dispersing all but the active layer into the air. The rapidly growing cloud did nothing to the floor, or even to other living things that may end up within it, but any point on the Horror swiftly turned to more of the metallic nanomachines on contact. 

Rebus grinned - he knew Sequence had more information now, and even without that, the mix of malice and excitement on his face would serve to disprove her statement. "You were unaware of what my new Plotblade represents, I take it?" 

It is a game, yes. But they care enough that I can continue to make them care, continue to make me exist. That is one of the only things it makes sense to do. 

"Being challenged and even defeated serves my goals far better than wasting away, waiting for someone to try and stop me. This development is, to me, a good thing." 

Rebus is trying to make sure they don't try working against him by reminding them they are in his debt (I cannot seem to remember the pronouns - or name, for that matter - of this character). 

"You were close. Are you really sure Malevolence is more trustworthy and honorable than I am? I do not break my promises, and I prioritize the good of the Thread over evil for its own sake. I even suspect Malevolence is trying to summon the Witherlord for himself - and he can decipher the paper, while I as of yet cannot." Everything Rebus says here is both true and fully intended for manipulation. 

Rebus did not appear with haste, but he eventually came into existence once his Author returned. "I had begun to do so myself, actually - I have his essence, and if at least a portion of Meat the Minstrel could be captured, I could combine the two into a functional duplicate." 

Rebus watched Bacon from the future. Did I ever tell you why I want the Lost Page? 

"Ah - then this should work. Quite some time ago, some of the experiments I was doing led me to find a planet that might be the perfect place to go if one does not want to be found. I had wanted to set up a base there, but the very reasons that the place was ideal for remaining hidden made it too difficult a venture to bother with. Telepathy, ansible communication, even Narrative awareness are next to impossible there, and any sustained portals - such as the kind I use to make nearly all my technology work - are quickly destroyed. But as hostile as it is, a few people could live there for a very long time without being found. It's safe from anyone looking for us and breathtaking in more ways than one." Rebus turned to Symbol, waiting for her thoughts with a wistful look on his face. 

"Cricket. Rose." The impostor took a step backwards, though he walked into a table in doing so. "And my boss." he said, sheepishly. 

Rebus appeared with a crack of thunder, hovering in the air in his armor and cape. "That's a little extreme, I would say." he noted, a conversational smile on his face as he filled the air with neigh-invisible utility fog. 

Rebus found this very interesting, though as far as he remembered, he had not interacted with this Author after he had modified his personality. 

I may or may not have also cried (not evasive confirmation - it was just a while ago, so I can't remember). I definitely had a weird mix of feelings, and I'm honestly proud - as a writer - that me and Haly were able to invoke such a reaction in so many people. 

Rebus smiled. "How did you think I'd gotten myself declared evilest person in the Thread?" 

 

 Sorry about that. 

Rebus raised an eyebrow. "I spared the Scribe's life for this - though he was my friend, he was also my enemy. I could certainly find you another task, unless you would like to undo our agreement." 

I had so much deja vu with this post, and I have no idea why. 

Rebus was really tempted to appear behind him, but restrained himself - unless, of course, a particular Author (you) wanted him to. 

If he does show up, I too play chess - and Rebus certainly would be willing to, given how symbolic it is. 

Flower feels the arrival of a powerful force in the thread she goes to find her elf like guardian  (I forgot the name of your character I’m sorry @Hawks)staring out the window of the hut freedom approach’s behind them as does Andry. Flower turns around and looks them all In the eye, there is a fierce determination in her eyes but if you look closer you would see a undertone of empty loneliness, the kind of loneliness that turns people mad.

[Through the Living Heir he/him]

Just now, Kansas Stormcursed said:

Whoa ok wow. Good information. To double-check, Narrators can know any text put in the Thread?

"I see...it all begins to make sense now."

Yup, most of them can do that (and Rebus specifically knows everything that I do). Rebus is honorable enough that he'll pretend not to know something if you ask him to, though (take, for instance, the fact that the fully deciphered text of Lost Page is available in the comments of Xino's blog). 

Rebus smiled. "It's working, too. Have you seen how much activity I stirred up?" 

1 minute ago, Honors ghost said:

Flower feels the arrival of a powerful force in the thread she goes to find her elf like guardian  (I forgot the name of your character I’m sorry @Hawks)staring out the window of the hut freedom approach’s behind them as does Andry. Flower turns around and looks them all In the eye, there is a fierce determination in her eyes but if you look closer you would see a undertone of empty loneliness, the kind of loneliness that turns people mad.

Rebus, wearing his futuristic armor and the dark crown that was Antagonist, smiled politely. "I'm not certain we have met. Hello, Flower." 

[CoderDrag0n8 He/They]

16 minutes ago, Dragonheir said:

Oblivion. Trapped inaction. Back to oblivion. Rebus drifted in and out of existence in his Author's mind, unable to do anything. And then he reached the forefront, Heir finally reading what he had been neglecting. In a rush of awareness, Rebus saw all that had happened. He smiled.  

Rebus grinned, certifying the agreement himself as well. Purple was certainly the influence present in the representation of him as he knelt down and laid a hand on the chains. He channeled his own power - raw Narration, firmly in opposition to any sort of restriction of possibilities - into the bindings, weakening their magic as rust would weaken iron. Excess Narration pooled outside the chains, and as Rebus stood up and stepped back, he unleashed in. A rush of force swept out from around the Shackled Dream, blasting away the undergrowth - and, with luck, the chains themselves. 

"Many reasons," Rebus said, seeming to legitimately consider the question. "The most important, I think, is to save someone I loved."

Rebus was fine with that, though he hoped the art of more elegant trickery could be conveyed with time. 

Rebus grinned at the monster. The seemingly acidic venom looked dangerous, but Rebus had access to the pesticide he used within much of his empire. Actually, it was anything-icide, and would be far more deadly than any mere acid. Directing the nanomachines with an unnecessary wave of his hand, Rebus sent a faint cloud of shining mist at the monster. Once it connected, the color began to spread, metal growing across the foreleg. That leg began to subliminate, the self-replicating nanomachines - for that was what the mist was made of - turning every bit of the Horror they touched into more of themselves, then dispersing all but the active layer into the air. The rapidly growing cloud did nothing to the floor, or even to other living things that may end up within it, but any point on the Horror swiftly turned to more of the metallic nanomachines on contact. 

Rebus grinned - he knew Sequence had more information now, and even without that, the mix of malice and excitement on his face would serve to disprove her statement. "You were unaware of what my new Plotblade represents, I take it?" 

It is a game, yes. But they care enough that I can continue to make them care, continue to make me exist. That is one of the only things it makes sense to do. 

"Being challenged and even defeated serves my goals far better than wasting away, waiting for someone to try and stop me. This development is, to me, a good thing." 

Rebus is trying to make sure they don't try working against him by reminding them they are in his debt (I cannot seem to remember the pronouns - or name, for that matter - of this character). 

"You were close. Are you really sure Malevolence is more trustworthy and honorable than I am? I do not break my promises, and I prioritize the good of the Thread over evil for its own sake. I even suspect Malevolence is trying to summon the Witherlord for himself - and he can decipher the paper, while I as of yet cannot." Everything Rebus says here is both true and fully intended for manipulation. 

Rebus did not appear with haste, but he eventually came into existence once his Author returned. "I had begun to do so myself, actually - I have his essence, and if at least a portion of Meat the Minstrel could be captured, I could combine the two into a functional duplicate." 

Rebus watched Bacon from the future. Did I ever tell you why I want the Lost Page? 

"Ah - then this should work. Quite some time ago, some of the experiments I was doing led me to find a planet that might be the perfect place to go if one does not want to be found. I had wanted to set up a base there, but the very reasons that the place was ideal for remaining hidden made it too difficult a venture to bother with. Telepathy, ansible communication, even Narrative awareness are next to impossible there, and any sustained portals - such as the kind I use to make nearly all my technology work - are quickly destroyed. But as hostile as it is, a few people could live there for a very long time without being found. It's safe from anyone looking for us and breathtaking in more ways than one." Rebus turned to Symbol, waiting for her thoughts with a wistful look on his face. 

"Cricket. Rose." The impostor took a step backwards, though he walked into a table in doing so. "And my boss." he said, sheepishly. 

Rebus appeared with a crack of thunder, hovering in the air in his armor and cape. "That's a little extreme, I would say." he noted, a conversational smile on his face as he filled the air with neigh-invisible utility fog. 

Rebus found this very interesting, though as far as he remembered, he had not interacted with this Author after he had modified his personality. 

I may or may not have also cried (not evasive confirmation - it was just a while ago, so I can't remember). I definitely had a weird mix of feelings, and I'm honestly proud - as a writer - that me and Haly were able to invoke such a reaction in so many people. 

Rebus smiled. "How did you think I'd gotten myself declared evilest person in the Thread?" 

 

 Sorry about that. 

Rebus raised an eyebrow. "I spared the Scribe's life for this - though he was my friend, he was also my enemy. I could certainly find you another task, unless you would like to undo our agreement." 

I had so much deja vu with this post, and I have no idea why. 

Rebus was really tempted to appear behind him, but restrained himself - unless, of course, a particular Author (you) wanted him to. 

If he does show up, I too play chess - and Rebus certainly would be willing to, given how symbolic it is. 

Its fine!

The Shackled Dream finally Unshakled. For a brief moment, the Chains, and the being that was The Shackled Dream became one. And then, they Broke. "Hello, Rebus." Said The One Who Fights The It. "REBUS! CALL THE KILLER OF GODS!" Yelled The Watcher. You notice that the same magic signals are in The Watcher as were in the chains. "HE IS THE ONLY ONE WHO CAN FIX THIS!" And then, Fighter of It took The Watcher, and silenced him. "Don't listen to him. Everything will be fiiiiiine." You can sense the Fighter of It trying to break the promise. Since the promise was made with the shackled dream and not the Fighter of It, it was possible, albeit hard, for him to break the promise.

[Kansas Stormcursed he/him]

4 minutes ago, Dragonheir said:

Yup, most of them can do that (and Rebus specifically knows everything that I do). Rebus is honorable enough that he'll pretend not to know something if you ask him to, though (take, for instance, the fact that the fully deciphered text of Lost Page is available in the comments of Xino's blog). 

Rebus smiled. "It's working, too. Have you seen how much activity I stirred up?" 

Rebus, wearing his futuristic armor and the dark crown that was Antagonist, smiled politely. "I'm not certain we have met. Hello, Flower." 

Ok just checking to make sure before I continued this convo.

"Indeed, it seems to be working. Though...to be sure I understand what I read correctly, you're summoning the Witherlord not because you particularly want to, but as payment for a deal?"

[Honors Spectral Image She/her]

4 minutes ago, Dragonheir said:

Yup, most of them can do that (and Rebus specifically knows everything that I do). Rebus is honorable enough that he'll pretend not to know something if you ask him to, though (take, for instance, the fact that the fully deciphered text of Lost Page is available in the comments of Xino's blog). 

Rebus smiled. "It's working, too. Have you seen how much activity I stirred up?" 

Rebus, wearing his futuristic armor and the dark crown that was Antagonist, smiled politely. "I'm not certain we have met. Hello, Flower." 

Flower looks him in the eyes here hollow stare boring into him “you are the one they call rebus?” She asks “I’ve heard of you I do not understand you or what you do but if you hurt my friends I will rain hell on you” she trails off and almost to herself says “for they are all that makes this eternal pain bearable”

im rly sorry this was awful timing but I’m afraid I must sleep we shall continue this In the morning 

[ThroughTheLivingSequence she/her/they/them]

26 minutes ago, Dragonheir said:

Rebus grinned - he knew Sequence had more information now, and even without that, the mix of malice and excitement on his face would serve to disprove her statement. "You were unaware of what my new Plotblade represents, I take it?"

She stops rocking her chair, leaning forward just a bit and and summoning her Narrationblade. It takes the form of a wooden cane, which she leans on heavily as she stands.

”… I will admit, that I know very little of the Plotblades…”

She held out her hand, and summoned a brilliantly gleaming white sword, humming with a soft, pure energy. The Plotblade of Conflict.

”Other than my own, of course.”

[Keke They/he]

14 minutes ago, Honors ghost said:

Flower feels the arrival of a powerful force in the thread she goes to find her elf like guardian  (I forgot the name of your character I’m sorry @Hawks)staring out the window of the hut freedom approach’s behind them as does Andry. Flower turns around and looks them all In the eye, there is a fierce determination in her eyes but if you look closer you would see a undertone of empty loneliness, the kind of loneliness that turns people mad.

 

11 minutes ago, Dragonheir said:

Yup, most of them can do that (and Rebus specifically knows everything that I do). Rebus is honorable enough that he'll pretend not to know something if you ask him to, though (take, for instance, the fact that the fully deciphered text of Lost Page is available in the comments of Xino's blog). 

Rebus smiled. "It's working, too. Have you seen how much activity I stirred up?" 

Rebus, wearing his futuristic armor and the dark crown that was Antagonist, smiled politely. "I'm not certain we have met. Hello, Flower." 

evaiya sees him and glares vines come out of the ground of the hut nullite laced the inside of them as they wrapped around rebus. "You."

3 minutes ago, Honors ghost said:

Flower looks him in the eyes here hollow stare boring into him “you are the one they call rebus?” She asks “I’ve heard of you I do not understand you or what you do but if you hurt my friends I will rain hell on you” she trails off and almost to herself says “for they are all that makes this eternal pain bearable”

im rly sorry this was awful timing but I’m afraid I must sleep we shall continue this In the morning 

Good cause I cant be on im at a concertt

22 minutes ago, Dragonheir said:

If you go back a little bit before Rebus kills Bat, you'll reach the part where he was torturing Symbol. Rebus made a deal with Fate/Xino to get her to safty in Onyx's Realm in exchange for a favor - which turned out to be summoning the Witherlord. 

"There's a place, somewhere, called the Plane of Darkness. I don't know where it is, or even what it is, but I'd like you to try and find it." I too don't know what exactly it is - though Xino should. 

wait him and symbol were a thing? Add thar to the wiki. Its nice to knoe who relatuonshipping who

With the new info they had just gotten from their author erryin their face goes from anger to empathy. "Symbol.... I recognize the name. Who was she to you?"

[KaladinsSenseOfHumourSpren He/Him]

Right.

Sandy exited 10 dimensions, Cep beside him.

"Here you go," he says. "Now, if you don't mind, I've got some aliens to help."

Sandy vanishes back into Quantum State.

@Kansas Stormcursed

Edited August 29, 2025 by KaladinsSenseOfHumorSpren

[Through the Living Heir he/him]

Just now, CoderDrag0n8 said:

Its fine!

The Shackled Dream finally Unshakled. For a brief moment, the Chains, and the being that was The Shackled Dream became one. And then, they Broke. "Hello, Rebus." Said The One Who Fights The It. "REBUS! CALL THE KILLER OF GODS!" Yelled The Watcher. You notice that the same magic signals are in The Watcher as were in the chains. "HE IS THE ONLY ONE WHO CAN FIX THIS!" And then, Fighter of It took The Watcher, and silenced him. "Don't listen to him. Everything will be fiiiiiine." You can sense the Fighter of It trying to break the promise. Since the promise was made with the shackled dream and not the Fighter of It, it was possible, albeit hard, for him to break the promise.

Rebus's consciousness flickered through the same colors, though their meanings were quite different. Red, swelling and flaring from deep within him. Yellow, shining and glittering, just visible. Purple, wrapping around the others, glowing brightly. Rebus looked the Author Avatar in the eyes, and stretched out his hands. White and black flames flared to life all down his arms, and he yanked on the promise with his mind, holding it together - and hoping that, if it was to be broken, the point at which the magic broke would leave Rebus with something he could use. 

Rebus did not called the Killer of Gods, but he stood against a being vastly more powerful than even he was. Some might call those odds impossible - and those odds might call someone. 

1 minute ago, Kansas Stormcursed said:

Ok just checking to make sure before I continued this convo.

"Indeed, it seems to be working. Though...to be sure I understand what I read correctly, you're summoning the Witherlord not because you particularly want to, but as payment for a deal?"

"That is why I started this, but I have other reasons to continue. Had that been my only motivation, all the deal asked was that I acquire the paper - I could have torn it to shreds and walked away with my word intact." 

Just now, Honors ghost said:

Flower looks him in the eyes here hollow stare boring into him “you are the one they call rebus?” She asks “I’ve heard of you I do not understand you or what you do but if you hurt my friends I will rain hell on you” she trails off and almost to herself says “for they are all that makes this eternal pain bearable”

im rly sorry this was awful timing but I’m afraid I must sleep we shall continue this In the morning 

1 minute ago, Hawks said:

 

evaiya sees him and glares vines come out of the ground of the hut nullite laced the inside of them as they wrapped around rebus. "You."

Good cause I cant be on im at a concertt

I should go to sleep too, actually. 

"Yes. Me; Rebus." Rebus was unperturbed by his bindings, though the touch of Nullite burned him. "I am no stranger to pain. If I told you I did this for my friends, would you believe me?" 

1 minute ago, Sequence said:

She stops rocking her chair, leaning forward just a bit and and summoning her Narrationblade. It takes the form of a wooden cane, which she leans on heavily as she stands.

”… I will admit, that I know very little of the Plotblades…”

She held out her hand, and summoned a brilliantly gleaming white sword, humming with a soft, pure energy. The Plotblade of Conflict.

”Other than my own, of course.”

Rebus smiled - the Blade had been one of the things he had come to discuss. "Does this help?" he stood as well, taking the crown off his head and dismissing it. The Plotblade reappeared is his hands as a wicked halberd, then Rebus dismissed it again and summoned it in its true form - a blade that would perhaps be familiar to Sequence. A blade that had been the center of a prophecy, all those pages ago. Antagonist. 

[Keke They/he]

2 minutes ago, Dragonheir said:

"Yes. Me; Rebus." Rebus was unperturbed by his bindings, though the touch of Nullite burned him. "I am no stranger to pain. If I told you I did this for my friends, would you believe me?" 

"no I wouldnt. In fact I doubt you have friends"

I quoted the other part with erryin btw

Edited August 29, 2025 by Hawks

[ThroughTheLivingSequence she/her/they/them]

1 minute ago, Dragonheir said:

Rebus smiled - the Blade had been one of the things he had come to discuss. "Does this help?" he stood as well, taking the crown off his head and dismissing it. The Plotblade reappeared is his hands as a wicked halberd, then Rebus dismissed it again and summoned it in its true form - a blade that would perhaps be familiar to Sequence. A blade that had been the center of a prophecy, all those pages ago. Antagonist. 

Sequence’s frown deepened, and she dismissed Conflict.

”I know the weapon. But I know not of it’s… ramifications. You’re smart, so be honest. Is it corrupting you? Are you having thoughts not your own?” Sequence’s expression and tone are sympathetic.

”Surely you must, because nobody in their right mind would ever seek to summon the- …” It seems to physically pain her to name him.

”.. Witherlord…”

[Through the Living Heir he/him]

Just now, Hawks said:

"no I wouldnt. In fact I doubt you have friends"

I quoted the other part with erryin byw

"Once, I would have said I had five. Three, I have killed. One, the last piece of me that one could really call human runs from. And one, I killed for. Symbol is the only person who can actually empathize with me without scheming to betray me." He looked wistfully off into the distance. "Everyone else might be an ally, a useful asset, even a successor, but not a true friend. I would tear down the entire Thread if it meant me and Symbol were safe together. I've already promised to effectively do so." 

4 minutes ago, Sequence said:

Sequence’s frown deepened, and she dismissed Conflict.

”I know the weapon. But I know not of it’s… ramifications. You’re smart, so be honest. Is it corrupting you? Are you having thoughts not your own?” Sequence’s expression and tone are sympathetic.

”Surely you must, because nobody in their right mind would ever seek to summon the- …” It seems to physically pain her to name him.

”.. Witherlord…”

Rebus turned Antagonist back into a crown and placed it back on his head. "I was like this before I earned it - I had to be, in order to do so. I was first set on this path - both the paths, that of Antagonist and that of Seeker, by Bat Whitlock. When he - drunk with power - tried to stop me by magically torturing Symbol, I killed him, earning the Blade. But body containing the emotions I excised - you've done this, I believe, creating a splinter of yourself to compartmentalize your feelings - was with her, and reached out, in desperation, to Fate. Fate brought Symbol - for a brief moment, after which Bat was dead and she demanded to be let out - to Onyx's Realm, and in exchange required me to bring the Lost Pages back into relevance." Rebus smiled. "I am truly the best person for the job - the Mantle can be reasoned with, channeled to constructive ends, and I may be one of the only people who both could and would do so. And the mere threat of me doing so brought the Thread back to life, just as I intended when I first began to seek Antagonist." 

Rebus isn't being corrupted (much), but I certainly would not call him in his right mind. Unrelatedly, I'm going to bed now. 

[ChipsAHoid He/Him]

1 hour ago, Dragonheir said:

Rebus was fine with that, though he hoped the art of more elegant trickery could be conveyed with time. 

Rebus grinned at the monster. The seemingly acidic venom looked dangerous, but Rebus had access to the pesticide he used within much of his empire. Actually, it was anything-icide, and would be far more deadly than any mere acid. Directing the nanomachines with an unnecessary wave of his hand, Rebus sent a faint cloud of shining mist at the monster. Once it connected, the color began to spread, metal growing across the foreleg. That leg began to subliminate, the self-replicating nanomachines - for that was what the mist was made of - turning every bit of the Horror they touched into more of themselves, then dispersing all but the active layer into the air. The rapidly growing cloud did nothing to the floor, or even to other living things that may end up within it, but any point on the Horror swiftly turned to more of the metallic nanomachines on contact.

It slowly began to transform, writhing and screeching.

now I get betrayal pov

———

Betrayal stood watching. How could this monster still stand? Perhaps he was the one who needed to make a stand. He crept up behind Rebus. Time to put an end to all the nonsense. A few steps away, the floor became slick and he slipped. He glared at the sprite and crept back ever closer.

The sprite knows Rebus can see what’s behind him so she isn’t concerned. Betrayal has nooooo idea what he’s in for…

[Keke They/he]

1 minute ago, Dragonheir said:

Once, I would have said I had five. Three, I have killed. One, the last piece of me that one could really call human runs from. And one, I killed for. Symbol is the only person who can actually empathize with me without scheming to betray me." He looked wistfully off into the distance. "Everyone else might be an ally, a useful asset, even a successor, but not a true friend. I would tear down the entire Thread if it meant me and Symbol were safe together. I've already promised to effectively do so." 

evaiya narrowed her eyes but the vines loosed a bit. "So you had a psrtner. Is she alive?"

39 minutes ago, Hawks said:

 

evaiya sees him and glares vines come out of the ground of the hut nullite laced the inside of them as they wrapped around rebus. "You."

Good cause I cant be on im at a concertt

wait him and symbol were a thing? Add thar to the wiki. Its nice to knoe who relatuonshipping who

With the new info they had just gotten from their author erryin their face goes from anger to empathy. "Symbol.... I recognize the name. Who was she to you?"

@Dragonheir thisss

[CoderDrag0n8 He/They]

47 minutes ago, Dragonheir said:

Rebus's consciousness flickered through the same colors, though their meanings were quite different. Red, swelling and flaring from deep within him. Yellow, shining and glittering, just visible. Purple, wrapping around the others, glowing brightly. Rebus looked the Author Avatar in the eyes, and stretched out his hands. White and black flames flared to life all down his arms, and he yanked on the promise with his mind, holding it together - and hoping that, if it was to be broken, the point at which the magic broke would leave Rebus with something he could use. 

Rebus did not called the Killer of Gods, but he stood against a being vastly more powerful than even he was. Some might call those odds impossible - and those odds might call someone

You know your lore. Respect.

“I was called?” A man appears with a red sword that has a gilded trim. “Oh. My old power. I guess it is time.”

The man, God Killer, finally released his 3rd name. He knew he would continue to use it, but he could finally regain his second. If only he could regain his first…

God Killer stared down at this Dragon Fanatic and recognized his truth. He was the owner of this power. “You fools.” He said. “You were supposed to guard it, use it well. Instead you wasted it.”

You see the fighter and watcher disappear and their power slowly drain towards God Slayer. “Thank you for returning my power,” he says, moving to leave.

[ThroughTheLivingSequence she/her/they/them]

3 hours ago, Dragonheir said:

Rebus turned Antagonist back into a crown and placed it back on his head. "I was like this before I earned it - I had to be, in order to do so. I was first set on this path - both the paths, that of Antagonist and that of Seeker, by Bat Whitlock. When he - drunk with power - tried to stop me by magically torturing Symbol, I killed him, earning the Blade. But body containing the emotions I excised - you've done this, I believe, creating a splinter of yourself to compartmentalize your feelings - was with her, and reached out, in desperation, to Fate. Fate brought Symbol - for a brief moment, after which Bat was dead and she demanded to be let out - to Onyx's Realm, and in exchange required me to bring the Lost Pages back into relevance." Rebus smiled. "I am truly the best person for the job - the Mantle can be reasoned with, channeled to constructive ends, and I may be one of the only people who both could and would do so. And the mere threat of me doing so brought the Thread back to life, just as I intended when I first began to seek Antagonist." 

Rebus isn't being corrupted (much), but I certainly would not call him in his right mind. Unrelatedly, I'm going to bed now. 

Sequence listened quietly.

”… It isn’t worth it.” She said, voice soft. ”There’s… Other ways. And even if there isn’t…” Sequence shook her head, looking down at the floor. “Take it from me, of all people, you don’t want anything to do with the Witherlord.”

[TwinStorm He/Him]

9 hours ago, Dragonheir said:

Oblivion. Trapped inaction. Back to oblivion. Rebus drifted in and out of existence in his Author's mind, unable to do anything. And then he reached the forefront, Heir finally reading what he had been neglecting. In a rush of awareness, Rebus saw all that had happened. He smiled.  

Rebus grinned, certifying the agreement himself as well. Purple was certainly the influence present in the representation of him as he knelt down and laid a hand on the chains. He channeled his own power - raw Narration, firmly in opposition to any sort of restriction of possibilities - into the bindings, weakening their magic as rust would weaken iron. Excess Narration pooled outside the chains, and as Rebus stood up and stepped back, he unleashed in. A rush of force swept out from around the Shackled Dream, blasting away the undergrowth - and, with luck, the chains themselves. 

"Many reasons," Rebus said, seeming to legitimately consider the question. "The most important, I think, is to save someone I loved."

Rebus was fine with that, though he hoped the art of more elegant trickery could be conveyed with time. 

Rebus grinned at the monster. The seemingly acidic venom looked dangerous, but Rebus had access to the pesticide he used within much of his empire. Actually, it was anything-icide, and would be far more deadly than any mere acid. Directing the nanomachines with an unnecessary wave of his hand, Rebus sent a faint cloud of shining mist at the monster. Once it connected, the color began to spread, metal growing across the foreleg. That leg began to subliminate, the self-replicating nanomachines - for that was what the mist was made of - turning every bit of the Horror they touched into more of themselves, then dispersing all but the active layer into the air. The rapidly growing cloud did nothing to the floor, or even to other living things that may end up within it, but any point on the Horror swiftly turned to more of the metallic nanomachines on contact. 

Rebus grinned - he knew Sequence had more information now, and even without that, the mix of malice and excitement on his face would serve to disprove her statement. "You were unaware of what my new Plotblade represents, I take it?" 

It is a game, yes. But they care enough that I can continue to make them care, continue to make me exist. That is one of the only things it makes sense to do. 

"Being challenged and even defeated serves my goals far better than wasting away, waiting for someone to try and stop me. This development is, to me, a good thing." 

Rebus is trying to make sure they don't try working against him by reminding them they are in his debt (I cannot seem to remember the pronouns - or name, for that matter - of this character). 

"You were close. Are you really sure Malevolence is more trustworthy and honorable than I am? I do not break my promises, and I prioritize the good of the Thread over evil for its own sake. I even suspect Malevolence is trying to summon the Witherlord for himself - and he can decipher the paper, while I as of yet cannot." Everything Rebus says here is both true and fully intended for manipulation. 

Rebus did not appear with haste, but he eventually came into existence once his Author returned. "I had begun to do so myself, actually - I have his essence, and if at least a portion of Meat the Minstrel could be captured, I could combine the two into a functional duplicate." 

Rebus watched Bacon from the future. Did I ever tell you why I want the Lost Page? 

"Ah - then this should work. Quite some time ago, some of the experiments I was doing led me to find a planet that might be the perfect place to go if one does not want to be found. I had wanted to set up a base there, but the very reasons that the place was ideal for remaining hidden made it too difficult a venture to bother with. Telepathy, ansible communication, even Narrative awareness are next to impossible there, and any sustained portals - such as the kind I use to make nearly all my technology work - are quickly destroyed. But as hostile as it is, a few people could live there for a very long time without being found. It's safe from anyone looking for us and breathtaking in more ways than one." Rebus turned to Symbol, waiting for her thoughts with a wistful look on his face. 

"Cricket. Rose." The impostor took a step backwards, though he walked into a table in doing so. "And my boss." he said, sheepishly. 

Rebus appeared with a crack of thunder, hovering in the air in his armor and cape. "That's a little extreme, I would say." he noted, a conversational smile on his face as he filled the air with neigh-invisible utility fog. 

Rebus found this very interesting, though as far as he remembered, he had not interacted with this Author after he had modified his personality. 

I may or may not have also cried (not evasive confirmation - it was just a while ago, so I can't remember). I definitely had a weird mix of feelings, and I'm honestly proud - as a writer - that me and Haly were able to invoke such a reaction in so many people. 

Rebus smiled. "How did you think I'd gotten myself declared evilest person in the Thread?" 

 

 Sorry about that. 

Rebus raised an eyebrow. "I spared the Scribe's life for this - though he was my friend, he was also my enemy. I could certainly find you another task, unless you would like to undo our agreement." 

I had so much deja vu with this post, and I have no idea why. 

Rebus was really tempted to appear behind him, but restrained himself - unless, of course, a particular Author (you) wanted him to. 

If he does show up, I too play chess - and Rebus certainly would be willing to, given how symbolic it is. 

Fael nodded. "You'd rather rule and die than remain. Interesting."

[Kansas Stormcursed he/him]

9 hours ago, Dragonheir said:

Rebus's consciousness flickered through the same colors, though their meanings were quite different. Red, swelling and flaring from deep within him. Yellow, shining and glittering, just visible. Purple, wrapping around the others, glowing brightly. Rebus looked the Author Avatar in the eyes, and stretched out his hands. White and black flames flared to life all down his arms, and he yanked on the promise with his mind, holding it together - and hoping that, if it was to be broken, the point at which the magic broke would leave Rebus with something he could use. 

Rebus did not called the Killer of Gods, but he stood against a being vastly more powerful than even he was. Some might call those odds impossible - and those odds might call someone. 

"That is why I started this, but I have other reasons to continue. Had that been my only motivation, all the deal asked was that I acquire the paper - I could have torn it to shreds and walked away with my word intact." 

I should go to sleep too, actually. 

"Yes. Me; Rebus." Rebus was unperturbed by his bindings, though the touch of Nullite burned him. "I am no stranger to pain. If I told you I did this for my friends, would you believe me?" 

Rebus smiled - the Blade had been one of the things he had come to discuss. "Does this help?" he stood as well, taking the crown off his head and dismissing it. The Plotblade reappeared is his hands as a wicked halberd, then Rebus dismissed it again and summoned it in its true form - a blade that would perhaps be familiar to Sequence. A blade that had been the center of a prophecy, all those pages ago. Antagonist. 

Nice to finally know Rebus's motivations. Respect for how much work you put into this character.

"Well then." Cep sighs. "I suppose there is no stopping the inevitable then." With that, he disappears.

[Bird Furious she/her/un/important]

10 hours ago, Dragonheir said:

Oblivion. Trapped inaction. Back to oblivion. Rebus drifted in and out of existence in his Author's mind, unable to do anything. And then he reached the forefront, Heir finally reading what he had been neglecting. In a rush of awareness, Rebus saw all that had happened. He smiled.  

Rebus grinned, certifying the agreement himself as well. Purple was certainly the influence present in the representation of him as he knelt down and laid a hand on the chains. He channeled his own power - raw Narration, firmly in opposition to any sort of restriction of possibilities - into the bindings, weakening their magic as rust would weaken iron. Excess Narration pooled outside the chains, and as Rebus stood up and stepped back, he unleashed in. A rush of force swept out from around the Shackled Dream, blasting away the undergrowth - and, with luck, the chains themselves. 

"Many reasons," Rebus said, seeming to legitimately consider the question. "The most important, I think, is to save someone I loved."

Rebus was fine with that, though he hoped the art of more elegant trickery could be conveyed with time. 

Rebus grinned at the monster. The seemingly acidic venom looked dangerous, but Rebus had access to the pesticide he used within much of his empire. Actually, it was anything-icide, and would be far more deadly than any mere acid. Directing the nanomachines with an unnecessary wave of his hand, Rebus sent a faint cloud of shining mist at the monster. Once it connected, the color began to spread, metal growing across the foreleg. That leg began to subliminate, the self-replicating nanomachines - for that was what the mist was made of - turning every bit of the Horror they touched into more of themselves, then dispersing all but the active layer into the air. The rapidly growing cloud did nothing to the floor, or even to other living things that may end up within it, but any point on the Horror swiftly turned to more of the metallic nanomachines on contact. 

Rebus grinned - he knew Sequence had more information now, and even without that, the mix of malice and excitement on his face would serve to disprove her statement. "You were unaware of what my new Plotblade represents, I take it?" 

It is a game, yes. But they care enough that I can continue to make them care, continue to make me exist. That is one of the only things it makes sense to do. 

"Being challenged and even defeated serves my goals far better than wasting away, waiting for someone to try and stop me. This development is, to me, a good thing." 

Rebus is trying to make sure they don't try working against him by reminding them they are in his debt (I cannot seem to remember the pronouns - or name, for that matter - of this character). 

"You were close. Are you really sure Malevolence is more trustworthy and honorable than I am? I do not break my promises, and I prioritize the good of the Thread over evil for its own sake. I even suspect Malevolence is trying to summon the Witherlord for himself - and he can decipher the paper, while I as of yet cannot." Everything Rebus says here is both true and fully intended for manipulation. 

Rebus did not appear with haste, but he eventually came into existence once his Author returned. "I had begun to do so myself, actually - I have his essence, and if at least a portion of Meat the Minstrel could be captured, I could combine the two into a functional duplicate." 

Rebus watched Bacon from the future. Did I ever tell you why I want the Lost Page? 

"Ah - then this should work. Quite some time ago, some of the experiments I was doing led me to find a planet that might be the perfect place to go if one does not want to be found. I had wanted to set up a base there, but the very reasons that the place was ideal for remaining hidden made it too difficult a venture to bother with. Telepathy, ansible communication, even Narrative awareness are next to impossible there, and any sustained portals - such as the kind I use to make nearly all my technology work - are quickly destroyed. But as hostile as it is, a few people could live there for a very long time without being found. It's safe from anyone looking for us and breathtaking in more ways than one." Rebus turned to Symbol, waiting for her thoughts with a wistful look on his face. 

"Cricket. Rose." The impostor took a step backwards, though he walked into a table in doing so. "And my boss." he said, sheepishly. 

Rebus appeared with a crack of thunder, hovering in the air in his armor and cape. "That's a little extreme, I would say." he noted, a conversational smile on his face as he filled the air with neigh-invisible utility fog. 

Rebus found this very interesting, though as far as he remembered, he had not interacted with this Author after he had modified his personality. 

I may or may not have also cried (not evasive confirmation - it was just a while ago, so I can't remember). I definitely had a weird mix of feelings, and I'm honestly proud - as a writer - that me and Haly were able to invoke such a reaction in so many people. 

Rebus smiled. "How did you think I'd gotten myself declared evilest person in the Thread?" 

 

 Sorry about that. 

Rebus raised an eyebrow. "I spared the Scribe's life for this - though he was my friend, he was also my enemy. I could certainly find you another task, unless you would like to undo our agreement." 

I had so much deja vu with this post, and I have no idea why. 

Rebus was really tempted to appear behind him, but restrained himself - unless, of course, a particular Author (you) wanted him to. 

If he does show up, I too play chess - and Rebus certainly would be willing to, given how symbolic it is. 

Symbol looked thoughtful. “If you think that’s best, I trust you.” 

“I’m down,” Keys chirped. 

[Kansas Stormcursed he/him]

9 hours ago, KaladinsSenseOfHumorSpren said:

Right.

Sandy exited 10 dimensions, Cep beside him.

"Here you go," he says. "Now, if you don't mind, I've got some aliens to help."

Sandy vanishes back into Quantum State.

@Kansas Stormcursed

Asharak appears with Cep (Narrator version). Cep reaches out and taps Cep on the forehead. After a flash of light, only one Cep remains.