The Longest Thread (Misadventures)

[Kansas Stormcursed he/him]

1 minute ago, Hawks said:

They look between the door and well the void. And take a breath. “Sorry rebus i have my loyalties.” They whisper to the air and step through.

Would the other erryins stay there? Or would;d the other versions disappear 

idk

Lemme ping you from the other thread

[NameIess]

10 hours ago, Sequence said:

“Oh my… Is that where he’s been all this time?” Sequence asked, eyes widening as she put one hand to her chest. “I assumed he’d given up on that when he didn’t return! Goodness, I should find him and tell him not to worry about it any longer…” Sequence shook her head… Then gave Moni a sideways glance. “… Not sure what that is supposed to mean…” 

An extra line was scribbled onto the invitation Sequence had sent out. 

P.S. If your name is Ookla the Unintelligible, please don’t worry about finding me a cure, I’m doing alright! And also, I’d love to see you!

"What, you don't know?" Moni's grin widened. "He likes you. Thought that was obvious."

--

Ah. Thought Unintelligible as he stood somewhere dark, staring his fluffy death in the face. That would've been good to know earlier.

[Through The Living Ash he/him]

14 hours ago, Kansas Stormcursed said:

Like, instead of manipulating visually, manipulating spatially

Taeidin thought for a minute, stumped. He was relatively convinced that he had to do something with the floor to get out of the room, but was uncertain of what. He realised how he could get out if there was a second person with him, but it was just Taeidin, so he was stuck. 

12 hours ago, Sequence said:

Sequence laughed, shaking her head. “Oookay, slow down, little adventurer…  Quests can be dangerous, especially ones where you earn your Narrationblade.” She chuckled. “Maybe I’ll tell you the story of how I got mine one day.”

“Of course!” Sequence said with a smile. “Be sure to let me know what you think!”

Sequence smiled and shrugged. “I’ve been through worse. I’m sure I’ll get better sooner or later.” She tilted her head. “What do you mean? Is he where? I haven’t seen him in pages…” She sighed. “I rather miss him, actually.”

"I will," he said, and stood up. 

[Kansas Stormcursed he/him]

Just now, Ashkaloda said:

Taeidin thought for a minute, stumped. He was relatively convinced that he had to do something with the floor to get out of the room, but was uncertain of what. He realised how he could get out if there was a second person with him, but it was just Taeidin, so he was stuck. 

"I will," he said, and stood up. 

He gets a sense pointing in front of him,through the wall.

[Through The Living Ash he/him]

10 minutes ago, Kansas Stormcursed said:

He gets a sense pointing in front of him,through the wall.

Taeidin looked around, unnerved. He inspected the wall again, not exactly sure what he was looking for. 

[Kansas Stormcursed he/him]

3 minutes ago, Ashkaloda said:

Taeidin looked around, unnerved. He inspected the wall again, not exactly sure what he was looking for. 

The wall still appears perfectly ordinary.

[Through The Living Ash he/him]

2 minutes ago, Kansas Stormcursed said:

The wall still appears perfectly ordinary.

He took a step back from it. He was missing something; that he was sure of. But what, Taeidin had no idea. He did not expect the situation to change with time, given the circumstances, and he also knew that no others would be entering the mindscape, so he must figure this out to proceed. Taeidin could always try cheating, but... he didn't think his Author would let him. 

The floor always stayed the same distance from his eyes, perspectively. Which meant that his eyes got closer to it, the area above the floor would stretch, or at least appear to, such as to make this happen. And as the floor was remaining flat and not dimpling, that meant that the area at the base of the wall would also appear to stretch. Conversely, if he were to move his eyes away from the floor, the area above it would compress. So perhaps if he made the wall stretch enough, something would happen? 

With nothing else to do, Taeidin slowly lowered himself to the floor, watching the wall and the room in general to see if anything changed whilst he was doing this. 

[Kansas Stormcursed he/him]

1 hour ago, Ashkaloda said:

He took a step back from it. He was missing something; that he was sure of. But what, Taeidin had no idea. He did not expect the situation to change with time, given the circumstances, and he also knew that no others would be entering the mindscape, so he must figure this out to proceed. Taeidin could always try cheating, but... he didn't think his Author would let him. 

The floor always stayed the same distance from his eyes, perspectively. Which meant that his eyes got closer to it, the area above the floor would stretch, or at least appear to, such as to make this happen. And as the floor was remaining flat and not dimpling, that meant that the area at the base of the wall would also appear to stretch. Conversely, if he were to move his eyes away from the floor, the area above it would compress. So perhaps if he made the wall stretch enough, something would happen? 

With nothing else to do, Taeidin slowly lowered himself to the floor, watching the wall and the room in general to see if anything changed whilst he was doing this. 

Nothing seems to change; in fact, the wall stays suspiciously still

[ThroughTheLivingSequence she/her/they/them]

3 hours ago, Hawks said:

Atlas grabs her dragon. “I’ve been on quests before! I went on one with the scribeee and Ashton! And…” she trailed off staring forward “uhhh never mind! And I was on a quest with bacon before everyone inturpted and whatnot. Now Ben is with bacon though so the quest in on pause.”

Sequence thought for a moment, frowning. “Hm. I hope he’s alright… Well, what kind of quest would you like to go on?” She asked, somewhat reluctantly.

3 hours ago, NameIess said:

"What, you don't know?" Moni's grin widened. "He likes you. Thought that was obvious."

--

Ah. Thought Unintelligible as he stood somewhere dark, staring his fluffy death in the face. That would've been good to know earlier.

Sequence stared at Moni blankly for a moment. A long moment. Then her cheeks flushed slightly, and she looked away and straightened her back. “… Oh.” The very faintest ghost of a smile tugged at her lips for a moment, but she quickly wiped it off and turned to Moni with eyes narrowed. “And how would you know that for certain?”

—

A stamp materialized on the invitation, the one meant for teleportation to Sequence’s world.

3 hours ago, Ashkaloda said:

"I will," he said, and stood up. 

Sequence stood up as well. “Are you off, then? To leave you just tear up your invitation… But you’re certainly welcome to stay as long as you’d like, and come back any time!”

[Keke They/he]

11 minutes ago, Sequence said:

Sequence thought for a moment, frowning. “Hm. I hope he’s alright… Well, what kind of quest would you like to go on?” She asked, somewhat reluctantly.

she hums “i wannaaaa i dunno! But i want a cool sword.” She yawns. :”but first i wanna sleep cause i tired.”

[ThroughTheLivingSequence she/her/they/them]

7 minutes ago, Hawks said:

she hums “i wannaaaa i dunno! But i want a cool sword.” She yawns. :”but first i wanna sleep cause i tired.”

Sequence laughed, moving the armchair near Atlas’s bed. “.. Alright. I like that idea. Adventurers need rest, of course. Can I get you anything..? Maybe tea, or water…” Sequence thought for a moment. “Oh! I could tell you a bedtime story!”

[Keke They/he]

15 minutes ago, Sequence said:

Sequence laughed, moving the armchair near Atlas’s bed. “.. Alright. I like that idea. Adventurers need rest, of course. Can I get you anything..? Maybe tea, or water…” Sequence thought for a moment. “Oh! I could tell you a bedtime story!”

She thought. “Do you have pear juice? And wuts a bedtime story? Like…a story at bedtime…?”

[ThroughTheLivingSequence she/her/they/them]

43 minutes ago, Hawks said:

She thought. “Do you have pear juice? And wuts a bedtime story? Like…a story at bedtime…?”

Sequence smiled and a glass of pear juice appeared on the nightstand. Her smile faltered slightly, and she nodded. “… Yes, thats… About right. It’s usually a happy story, I think. It’s up to you.”

[Keke They/he]

11 minutes ago, Sequence said:

Sequence smiled and a glass of pear juice appeared on the nightstand. Her smile faltered slightly, and she nodded. “… Yes, thats… About right. It’s usually a happy story, I think. It’s up to you.”

Bro let’s play a game. How any ties can we shock  and traumatize sequence xD

thisis cracking me up so much. 

(Yes im fully aware you can read this sequence. THATS WHY IM SAYING IT MUWAHAHHA)

”ooh do you have any about a cool forest person??”

[ThroughTheLivingSequence she/her/they/them]

1 hour ago, Hawks said:

Bro let’s play a game. How any ties can we shock  and traumatize sequence xD

thisis cracking me up so much. 

(Yes im fully aware you can read this sequence. THATS WHY IM SAYING IT MUWAHAHHA)

”ooh do you have any about a cool forest person??”

My heart!! 

Sequence thought for a moment. “Hmm… I believe I do, yes!” Sequence settled back into her chair. “Aaaalright, lay down, tuck in, get ready for sleep, and I’ll tell it…”

She leaned forward and cleared her throat.

Spoiler

Once upon a time, there was a tree. Yes, just a tree. She was a very pretty pine tree, and she sat alone atop a hill in a vast forest. She was rather lonely, looking down on all the other trees clustered together from atop her hill. Every winter, she would ask the falling snow to send her somebody, anybody, just so she could have a friend. She waited many years, watching the seasons change and the plants grow.

Until finally, one day after the last frost of the winter was gone and the sun was shining bright, the tree heard somebody. A lone knight with a sword at his hip, dressed in brilliant steel armor. The tree was so excited! Finally! A friend! 

The knight sat down with his back against the tree’s trunk, looking out over the forest from atop the hill. The tree just watched him. She couldn’t talk to him, of course, but she was happy to have company. Somebody who could share the view with her. 

As they sat together, enjoying the view, the knight began to sing. He sang a soft, beautiful song in words that the tree could not understand. She didn’t understand, but she loved it. 

Much too soon, the knight got up, and walked away down the hill. The tree longed to call out to him, to ask him his name, ask him to stay. But of course, she couldn’t. So she just watched him go with a feeling of emptiness.

As the sun reached its peak the next day, the tree was delighted to see the knight come back up the hill, and sit down beneath her branches once more. And once more, he sang his lovely song, and they shared the view together. The knight came back the next day too, and the next, and the next. Every day, for only a few minutes at a time, the knight would come, sit upon the hill with his back to the tree’s trunk, and sing.

The tree began to ask the rays of sun, and the wind, and the rain, and anything else she could think of, to turn her into a human. She wanted nothing more than to speak to the knight… Deep down, she didn’t believe that her wishes would be granted, but still she wished every day, and every day the knight came and sang his song, which only strengthened her longing.

One day early in the morning, the sun first starting to peek through the mountains, after it had set and risen countless times since the knight had first came, the tree found that she felt. She felt grass. She felt warmth, and air, and sensation. She looked around. She could move. She looked out at her branches and found arms. She looked down at her trunk and found legs. She was no longer a tree. She was a human! ‘A princess…’ She thought to herself.  She breathed air into her lungs, crisp and cool, and felt herself smile. She looked up at the sky, seeing everything in a whole new light. She looked around at her small hill, and found it seeming much larger before, and her surroundings much more ground. She laughed, and her laughter rang throughout the valley and bounced between the trees underneath the morning sun. So, she sat down in the soft grass and waited. When midday arrived, the knight was nowhere to be seen. ‘No worries!’ Thought the princess. ‘He’ll be here tomorrow…’ So she waited. The next day, he still hadn’t arrived. The princess began to grow worried. She let two more days pass, with no sign of the knight, before she decided to go find him. 

So, off she went. She journeyed through the forest, seeing beneath the other trees for the first time. She saw smaller plants, and grass, and even animals too! It was beautiful, but it was not her journey. So, on she went, off in the direction of where the knight had come from. It took the princess another whole day, but eventually, she found herself beyond the forest. The trees thinned out and gave way to a large field of tall, yellow grass. It expanded as far as the eye can see, with the beautiful blue sky stretching above. The pure blue was only broken by a single column of smoke, drifting lazily into the air in the distance. So that’s where the princess went. She walked through the field, admiring the plants and sky, before eventually coming across a small cottage in a clearing amongst the field. Outside the cottage, there was a campfire. There was also a suit of armor strung up on the wall of the cottage, and a sword beside it. The princess recognized them. She was sure they belonged to her knight! Around the campfire on a small log sat a man. He was young and beautiful, and he had a bandage wrapped around his body. The princess’s breath caught in her throat as she stepped into the clearing, her eyes coming to rest on the man. 

He looked up.

The princess had never seen her knight without his armor, but as his eyes met hers, she knew that this was him. “Hello.” The knight said. “You seem awfully familiar.” 

The princess smiled. “You do as well.” She said

The knight waved her over to sit across the fire from him, and so she did. And the two spoke. The princess did not know whether the knight knew who she was, and she did not care, for she had finally found somebody to speak to, and share her company with.

The end.

 

[NameIess]

8 hours ago, Sequence said:

Sequence stared at Moni blankly for a moment. A long moment. Then her cheeks flushed slightly, and she looked away and straightened her back. “… Oh.” The very faintest ghost of a smile tugged at her lips for a moment, but she quickly wiped it off and turned to Moni with eyes narrowed. “And how would you know that for certain?”

"The way he lights up whenever you're around for one." Moni said, raising a finger on one hand as if counting. "Then there's the way he's always concerned about you." She raised another. "And of course you can't forget that time he died for you, then came back to life when that wasn't enough." She raised two more. "And if that wasn't enough, the look on his face when you two danced would've said all I needed to know." She raised her final finger, then let her hand drop. "He absolutely likes you."

9 hours ago, Sequence said:

A stamp materialized on the invitation, the one meant for teleportation to Sequence’s world.

Unintelligible noticed this, although the invitation had just been knocked from his hands by one of the small but vicious creatures he'd been hunting, and now lay behind a veritable sea of tiny black eyes that somehow stood out from the lesser darkness surrounding them. Right. No problem. Just get through all of those, and I'm out of here with no trouble at all.

[Keke They/he]

4 hours ago, Sequence said:

My heart!! 

Sequence thought for a moment. “Hmm… I believe I do, yes!” Sequence settled back into her chair. “Aaaalright, lay down, tuck in, get ready for sleep, and I’ll tell it…”

She leaned forward and cleared her throat.

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Once upon a time, there was a tree. Yes, just a tree. She was a very pretty pine tree, and she sat alone atop a hill in a vast forest. She was rather lonely, looking down on all the other trees clustered together from atop her hill. Every winter, she would ask the falling snow to send her somebody, anybody, just so she could have a friend. She waited many years, watching the seasons change and the plants grow.

Until finally, one day after the last frost of the winter was gone and the sun was shining bright, the tree heard somebody. A lone knight with a sword at his hip, dressed in brilliant steel armor. The tree was so excited! Finally! A friend! 

The knight sat down with his back against the tree’s trunk, looking out over the forest from atop the hill. The tree just watched him. She couldn’t talk to him, of course, but she was happy to have company. Somebody who could share the view with her. 

As they sat together, enjoying the view, the knight began to sing. He sang a soft, beautiful song in words that the tree could not understand. She didn’t understand, but she loved it. 

Much too soon, the knight got up, and walked away down the hill. The tree longed to call out to him, to ask him his name, ask him to stay. But of course, she couldn’t. So she just watched him go with a feeling of emptiness.

As the sun reached its peak the next day, the tree was delighted to see the knight come back up the hill, and sit down beneath her branches once more. And once more, he sang his lovely song, and they shared the view together. The knight came back the next day too, and the next, and the next. Every day, for only a few minutes at a time, the knight would come, sit upon the hill with his back to the tree’s trunk, and sing.

The tree began to ask the rays of sun, and the wind, and the rain, and anything else she could think of, to turn her into a human. She wanted nothing more than to speak to the knight… Deep down, she didn’t believe that her wishes would be granted, but still she wished every day, and every day the knight came and sang his song, which only strengthened her longing.

One day early in the morning, the sun first starting to peek through the mountains, after it had set and risen countless times since the knight had first came, the tree found that she felt. She felt grass. She felt warmth, and air, and sensation. She looked around. She could move. She looked out at her branches and found arms. She looked down at her trunk and found legs. She was no longer a tree. She was a human! ‘A princess…’ She thought to herself.  She breathed air into her lungs, crisp and cool, and felt herself smile. She looked up at the sky, seeing everything in a whole new light. She looked around at her small hill, and found it seeming much larger before, and her surroundings much more ground. She laughed, and her laughter rang throughout the valley and bounced between the trees underneath the morning sun. So, she sat down in the soft grass and waited. When midday arrived, the knight was nowhere to be seen. ‘No worries!’ Thought the princess. ‘He’ll be here tomorrow…’ So she waited. The next day, he still hadn’t arrived. The princess began to grow worried. She let two more days pass, with no sign of the knight, before she decided to go find him. 

So, off she went. She journeyed through the forest, seeing beneath the other trees for the first time. She saw smaller plants, and grass, and even animals too! It was beautiful, but it was not her journey. So, on she went, off in the direction of where the knight had come from. It took the princess another whole day, but eventually, she found herself beyond the forest. The trees thinned out and gave way to a large field of tall, yellow grass. It expanded as far as the eye can see, with the beautiful blue sky stretching above. The pure blue was only broken by a single column of smoke, drifting lazily into the air in the distance. So that’s where the princess went. She walked through the field, admiring the plants and sky, before eventually coming across a small cottage in a clearing amongst the field. Outside the cottage, there was a campfire. There was also a suit of armor strung up on the wall of the cottage, and a sword beside it. The princess recognized them. She was sure they belonged to her knight! Around the campfire on a small log sat a man. He was young and beautiful, and he had a bandage wrapped around his body. The princess’s breath caught in her throat as she stepped into the clearing, her eyes coming to rest on the man. 

He looked up.

The princess had never seen her knight without his armor, but as his eyes met hers, she knew that this was him. “Hello.” The knight said. “You seem awfully familiar.” 

The princess smiled. “You do as well.” She said

The knight waved her over to sit across the fire from him, and so she did. And the two spoke. The princess did not know whether the knight knew who she was, and she did not care, for she had finally found somebody to speak to, and share her company with.

The end.

 

XD yeah this kid has had it rough. I wanna give her a good life hopefully with Sequence. 

atlas teared up. "Im so glad Mrs tree was able to live wirh the knight. I was so sad for herr." She said curling in her blankets. 

[ThroughTheLivingSequence she/her/they/them]

1 hour ago, NameIess said:

"The way he lights up whenever you're around for one." Moni said, raising a finger on one hand as if counting. "Then there's the way he's always concerned about you." She raised another. "And of course you can't forget that time he died for you, then came back to life when that wasn't enough." She raised two more. "And if that wasn't enough, the look on his face when you two danced would've said all I needed to know." She raised her final finger, then let her hand drop. "He absolutely likes you."

 

Unintelligible noticed this, although the invitation had just been knocked from his hands by one of the small but vicious creatures he'd been hunting, and now lay behind a veritable sea of tiny black eyes that somehow stood out from the lesser darkness surrounding them. Right. No problem. Just get through all of those, and I'm out of here with no trouble at all.

Sequence couldn’t help but smile, more and more noticeably, so she covered her mouth with one hand and leaned on it in an attempt to appear thoughtful. “… Well you’re awfully perceptive.” She tilted her head slightly. “… Perhaps more so than I.” Sequence sighed, and stood up, brushing off her dress. “Well, my invitations have eyes of course, and it seems he’s in trouble. I ought to go help him out, right?” Sequence still couldn’t manage to wipe the smile off her face, and her cheeks were faintly pink.

1 hour ago, Hawks said:

XD yeah this kid has had it rough. I wanna give her a good life hopefully with Sequence. 

atlas teared up. "Im so glad Mrs tree was able to live wirh the knight. I was so sad for herr." She said curling in her blankets. 

Sequence mom powers: activate 

Sequence chuckled, watching Atlas fondly. “Yeah, I’m glad too. I hear they’re getting along nicely these days.” She added with a smile. 

[Keke They/he]

11 hours ago, Sequence said:

Sequence mom powers: activate 

Sequence chuckled, watching Atlas fondly. “Yeah, I’m glad too. I hear they’re getting along nicely these days.” She added with a smile. 

Guys im obsessed with them now they are so cuteeeeee

she giggled and yawned. “Good night seqwie.” She mumbled nuzzling her stuffie. “I like bedtime stories.”

[ThroughTheLivingSequence she/her/they/them]

31 minutes ago, Hawks said:

Guys im obsessed with them now they are so cuteeeeee

she giggled and yawned. “Good night seqwie.” She mumbled nuzzling her stuffie. “I like bedtime stories.”

Sequence smiled again, reaching and pulling the blankets up to tuck Atlas in a bit better. “I’m glad. Good think I have plenty of them!” She chuckled and stood up, turning off the light. Calm moonlight still filtered through the window.

”Goodnight Atlas. Sweet dreams.” She veerrrry carefully stepped out and closed the door, trying not to make too much noise.

[Keke They/he]

2 hours ago, Sequence said:

Sequence smiled again, reaching and pulling the blankets up to tuck Atlas in a bit better. “I’m glad. Good think I have plenty of them!” She chuckled and stood up, turning off the light. Calm moonlight still filtered through the window.

”Goodnight Atlas. Sweet dreams.” She veerrrry carefully stepped out and closed the door, trying not to make too much noise.

ITS ALMOST DONE I JUST NEED COLOR AND A PROPER PENCIL 

atlas was able to doze off very quickly 

[Through the Living Heir he/him]

On 10/14/2025 at 6:32 PM, Hawks said:

Eh? Ok well I didn't know thst.

Erryin teleports back and coughs falling on their knees. "SERIOUSLY? NO WARNING OF HELMETS IN PLAY?! God you suck rebus.. really this is why your the bad guy." They cough again. 

I did not expect you to - that comment was mostly towards anyone hypothetically reading all of the Thread as it is being written. 
As they reappeared, Rebus exploded slightly, antimatter teleportion missing its intended location and frying a number of his nanomachines. While Rebus reconstituted his body, the dynessence began to flow off of Erryin as it evaporated into light and sound, then nothingness. “That is not the reason for my morality, nor truly much of a demonstration of it. I didn’t expect you to immediately teleport there, and this did serve a function to demonstrate the actual issues a retrieval attempt might face.” 

Rebus, careful to observe through his Author’s mind rather than with Narration, watched Erryin end up within another reality. “Once again, immediately teleporting somewhere without any research can cause problems. That’s where Lezterp would take Symbol and I, actually.” 

On 10/14/2025 at 11:38 PM, NameIess said:

The Dreamsmith watched these proceedings from his workshop. "So... An automaton." He fiddled with Reverie. "Ah, to think of the challenge of forging for a soulless entity? Perhaps there will be time before..." He sighed, trailing off. "No, I cannot afford to dwell on it. I need to be focused, now more than ever." He turned, placing Reverie on his workbench. With a few modifications... Yes, it could work quite well. "Omen?" Called the Dreamsmith. "I have a task for you."

"So you're not looking for the legendary fountain of youth?" Lyric said in surprise. "Odd. Most adventurers I see around here are very interested in that fountain." He narrowed his eyes. "Come to think of it, a robot wouldn't have much use for a fountain of youth anyways."

The portal was genuine, of course. And considering Kion was at least on the right planet, surely he could find his way to the party before his Render caught up to him.

This was all very interesting and somewhat ominous, but Pilot was unable to witness it. Rebus did, but he had nothing to say or do beside watch and wait. Pilot, taking a new false face from its bag and putting it on, strode out of the alleyway. 
“The fountain of youth?” Jack asked, sounding just as surprised as Lyric. “What would one do with all that time?” 
Kion was, Heir had decided, already at the party. The promise of nonviolence from the 3000 page party could remain in effect, clearing up any problems. 
Meanwhile, the Render was nowhere to be found. Let me try again - in the endless plain, the Render was not seen or found. 

On 10/15/2025 at 1:38 AM, KaladinsSenseOfHumorSpren said:

Antiseptic and insecticide?

By human, do you mean us?

Named grinned. "I don't know why I'm here in the first place," he said. "But you want an allegiance? With me?" He chuckled. "What would you gain from that?"

Banes for the disease and bug Horrors (whose names I forgot) - if Named had been originally killed by one of those two, he’d be turned back into a human upon contact with it. The humans I’m referring to were the minion skeletons who were killed by Shadow - light (the respective Bane) turned them back into very confused ordinary people. 
“You were killed by a Horror -  a creature representing something specific and generally considered bad. Darkness, disease, sorrow… The Horrors serve a being or beings generally recognized as an evil deity - who can, regardless of their actual nature, be found beyond that door. You’ve been brought back to life as a skeleton to guard it, but by invoking the weakness of whichever Horror killed you, you can be returned to your original state.” Rebus gestured at the humans scattered around the room, most of whom seemed very confused. “Those people were skeletons killed by Shadow, the Horror of Darkness. Its weakness, perhaps predictably, is bright light - you may have seen me shine enough light on them to turn them back.” 
“As for you,” Rebus said, expending a little more Narration from the budget he’d allotted himself. Time seemed to lurch, Rebus’s fairly lengthy explanation somehow fitting in the moment before Named could act. “-I want your allegiance for a number of reasons. The first is your capabilities - you have a number of interesting abilities, including one from a universe outside the ones this world typically draws from. The second is your role - you’re important, special in a way you may someday comprehend. The third is that I like you - your meticulous examination of my capabilities was somewhat endearing and many other things about you remind me of myself.” 

On 10/15/2025 at 10:30 AM, Sequence said:

Rebus found himself transported to the party cabin on Sequence's world! It was a larger, more open cabin with a massive deck, something of a boardwalk almost that extended out onto the crystal blue lake a bit. It was all lit with warm lantern light, and stars and strange constellations were visible up above in the night sky. There were a few people on the deck, but not many. Sequence appeared, looking Rebus up and down and smiling. 
"Rebus." She said with a slight nod. "Have you been well?"

Rebus was wearing his armor, though it seemed more elaborate than normal. The plates were black, white, and grey, as usual, but they fit together in futuristic patterns that drew the eye upwards, towards the dark crown Antagonist. The purple glow between the armor’s seams varied in shade, and the cape was longer and had edges embroidered with hexagons. Rebus was smiling broadly, a mixture between excitement and arrogance that may have itself been carefully calculated. “I myself have - I am extant, which is excellent. This party is more of a boon than I had expected. But I have noticed what you did - crucial Authors became absent at crucial moments, and activity had stagnated.” 

Edited October 18, 2025 by Dragonheir
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[Keke They/he]

3 minutes ago, Dragonheir said:

I did not expect you to - that comment was mostly towards anyone hypothetically reading all of the Thread as it is being written. 
As they reappeared, Rebus exploded slightly, antimatter teleportion missing its intended location and frying a number of his nanomachines. While Rebus reconstituted his body, the dynessence began to flow off of Erryin as it evaporated into light and sound, then nothingness. “That is not the reason for my morality, nor truly much of a demonstration of it. I didn’t expect you to immediately teleport there, and this did serve a function to demonstrate the actual issues a retrieval attempt might face.” 

Rebus, careful to observe through his Author’s mind rather than with Narration, watched Erryin end up within another reality. “Once again, immediately teleporting somewhere without any research can cause problems. That’s where Lezterp would take Symbol and I, actually.” 

This was all very interesting and somewhat ominous, but Pilot was unable to witness it. Rebus did, but he had nothing to say or do beside watch and wait. Pilot, taking a new false face from its bag and putting it on, strode out of the alleyway. 
“The fountain of youth?” Jack asked, sounding just as surprised as Lyric. “What would one do with all that time?” 
Kion was, Heir had decided, already at the party. The promise of nonviolence from the 3000 page party could remain in effect, clearing up any problems. 
Meanwhile, the Render was nowhere to be found. Let me try again - in the endless plain, the Render was not seen or found. 

Banes for the disease and bug Horrors (whose names I forgot) - if Named had been originally killed by one of those two, he’d be turned back into a human upon contact with it. The humans I’m referring to were the minion skeletons who were killed by Shadow - light (the respective Bane) turned them back into very confused ordinary people. 
“You were killed by a Horror -  a creature representing something specific and generally considered bad. Darkness, disease, sorrow… The Horrors serve a being or beings generally recognized as an evil deity - who can, regardless of their actual nature, be found beyond that door. You’ve been brought back to life as a skeleton to guard it, but by invoking the weakness of whichever Horror killed you, you can be returned to your original state.” Rebus gestured at the humans scattered around the room, most of whom seemed very confused. “Those people were skeletons killed by Shadow, the Horror of Darkness. Its weakness, perhaps predictably, is bright light - you may have seen me shine enough light on them to turn them back.” 
“As for you,” Rebus said, expending a little more Narration from the budget he’d allotted himself. Time seemed to lurch, Rebus’s fairly lengthy explanation somehow fitting in the moment before Named could act. “-I want your allegiance for a number of reasons. The first is your capabilities - you have a number of interesting abilities, including one from a universe outside the ones this world typically draws from. The second is your role - you’re important, special in a way you may someday comprehend. The third is that I like you - your meticulous examination of my capabilities was somewhat endearing and many other things about you remind me of myself.” 

Rebus was wearing his armor, though it seemed more elaborate than normal. The plates were black, white, and grey, as usual, but they fit together in futuristic patterns that drew the eye upwards, towards the dark crown Antagonist. The purple glow between the armor’s seams varied in shade, and the cape was longer and had edges embroidered with hexagons. Rebus was smiling broadly, a mixture between excitement and arrogance that may have itself been carefully calculated. “I myself have - I am extant, which is excellent. This party is more of a boon than I had expected. But I have noticed what you did - crucial Author became absent at crucial moments, and activity had stagnated.” 

erryin sighs. "Yeah, so i figured. Now. Let's fill me in on anything else needed to help you. Ok? Ok."

--

Asher was fascinated by the new persons armor. and went to approach them but where promptly stopped by both a demon and an angel pulling them back at the same time and into a corner. 

[Through the Living Heir he/him]

1 minute ago, Hawks said:

erryin sighs. "Yeah, so i figured. Now. Let's fill me in on anything else needed to help you. Ok? Ok."

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Asher was fascinated by the new persons armor. and went to approach them but where promptly stopped by both a demon and an angel pulling them back at the same time and into a corner. 

“Yes… I can get near the planet, but my ships begin to explode once they reach a certain point. They have a teleporter with them - Keys is her name - and could leave at any time. My Author seems to be meddling with the timing - I suspect he’s waiting for someone.” 
Rebus chuckled, watching this play out. Asher would speak to him in time, he suspected - especially since, as far as he knew, Cade still worked for him.

[NameIess]

20 hours ago, Sequence said:

Sequence couldn’t help but smile, more and more noticeably, so she covered her mouth with one hand and leaned on it in an attempt to appear thoughtful. “… Well you’re awfully perceptive.” She tilted her head slightly. “… Perhaps more so than I.” Sequence sighed, and stood up, brushing off her dress. “Well, my invitations have eyes of course, and it seems he’s in trouble. I ought to go help him out, right?” Sequence still couldn’t manage to wipe the smile off her face, and her cheeks were faintly pink.

Moni stood quickly, setting her tea down. "Yes, you probably should. What kind of trouble is he in n-

Unintelligible chose this moment to appear at the party. He was covered in scratches, including one long gash just under his right eye that appeared to be leaking black smoke, and held a small metal cage under one arm. "Sequence!" He exclaimed, face brightening. "Sorry I'm late. I think I might have a way to help heal you!" He paused. "If you need it, at least. Your letter said you didn't?"

40 minutes ago, Dragonheir said:

“The fountain of youth?” Jack asked, sounding just as surprised as Lyric. “What would one do with all that time?” 

Lyric nodded. "Exactly. Besides, I don't think the fountain even exists. I've been guarding these forests for a while now, and I've never found it!"

44 minutes ago, Dragonheir said:

Rebus was wearing his armor, though it seemed more elaborate than normal. The plates were black, white, and grey, as usual, but they fit together in futuristic patterns that drew the eye upwards, towards the dark crown Antagonist. The purple glow between the armor’s seams varied in shade, and the cape was longer and had edges embroidered with hexagons. Rebus was smiling broadly, a mixture between excitement and arrogance that may have itself been carefully calculated. “I myself have - I am extant, which is excellent. This party is more of a boon than I had expected. But I have noticed what you did - crucial Authors became absent at crucial moments, and activity had stagnated.” 

Moni noticed Rebus's crown and gasped softly. Before she could do anything else, however, a pillar of smoke burst from the ground before Rebus. A wavering, whispery voice spoke from the smoke.

"Rebus. You are in possession of an object of great power. Too great."