The Longest Thread (Misadventures)

[Ink and Embers Any pronouns]

14 hours ago, Hawks said:

via nodded. "Right. Let's find a good shelter."

Ixa tugged at one of the vines growing nearby. At the slight rockslide that followed, they quickly changed their mind. Unstable.

The air was eerily still, like dust that had been settled for decades - it only needed a little movement to start a storm. The only sign of movement other than the pair was the river, and that ... well, reportedly that wasn't safe either. 

"So, what's the story with you and the river?" Ixa said as they prodded at some of the rubble.

[KnightSkye Reforged They/Them]

10 hours ago, Kansas Stormcursed said:

Cep chuckled. "Not as such, but I know what happened. There are indeed several ways out of here. Possibly the most discreet that I am aware of is finding a door to The Door-Way, and from there traveling elsewhere."

 

13 hours ago, NameIess said:

"Thank you Cricket. Oh, and good luck with your duel." The drone flew off with a barely audible "you'll need it."

He indeed could not see Subversion, but Ryver did get the impression that she was watching from somewhere, laughing at him.

Ryver glanced around. "I think she's still watching me, just invisible somehow." He turned back to Cep, "Anyway, Thank you for telling me. If you don't mind me asking, what are you looking to find at this party?"

[Kansas Stormcursed he/him]

7 hours ago, KnightSkye Reforged said:

 

Ryver glanced around. "I think she's still watching me, just invisible somehow." He turned back to Cep, "Anyway, Thank you for telling me. If you don't mind me asking, what are you looking to find at this party?"

"Anytime." He nods. "I seek...information."

[Through the Living Heir he/him]

On 10/30/2025 at 5:35 PM, TwinStorm said:

Cricket tried to stay calm. Then something sparked in him. A plan. A plan to save Rose.

"I have a deal for you. I kill Rebel, you let Rose go."

Rebus cocked his head. “Rebel is dead. I killed him a long time ago. But I know you care about her - if you accept my modification of our stakes, I shall disable the remote detonator.” 

On 10/30/2025 at 5:40 PM, Hawks said:

erryin nods. "That we shall."

--

what's his new fit?

--

asher jumped and grabbed her sword and stabbed the pineappke. A few curses left her mouth as well. 

--

feel free to have them talk to       whenever. Hes mostly done talking to sequence. 

Rebus nodded, striding towards           with the expectation that Erryin would follow. 
-

He’s been wearing futuristic armor with similar aesthetics to his previous clothing - white, black, and grey armor plates; glowing lines, purple rather than orange, outlining things; and a cape, more elaborate than usual for the party, which parallels the coat in his old outfits. Antagonist, taking the form of a crown (or a halberd if he needs it to fight), is the other development - it has pretty much the appearance its vibes would suggest, with sharp points and a dark glow. 
-

The pineapple did not do anything more, merely sliding off the sword and falling to the ground. Pretty much what I expected - I’ll pass off further torment to Wrath. 

On 10/30/2025 at 6:35 PM, Kansas Stormcursed said:

"Ah. Where might I find her?"

“Haly - Bird Furious, more recently - has been mostly absent as of late, so it shall be some time before she could be found.” 

On 10/30/2025 at 7:39 PM, Sherma Main said:

The mass that was Sain surged towards Rebus, and the air turned a sickly green.

At just that moment, something sent the air through Rebus' defenses.

"I did not want to use my Authority, but I must. You understand, I gather?"

Individual nanomachines within the green air sickened, the contagion adapting and spreading outwards. They began to fry, at first, erupting with antimatter that would kill even a sickness this strange. Perhaps even that would be adapted to, in time, but as it was, the sickness began to stop short, interfering with the nanomachines but not killing them completely. And Rebus laughed as though something hilarious had been said, laughing and coughing - something he was supposed to not need to do - and laughing again. “You don’t understand, do you? You’ve given me a nearly perfect bioweapon with the buy-in to back it up, then added in an excuse to not kill people instantly and two different plot hooks to boot.” 

On 10/31/2025 at 8:25 AM, Ashkaloda said:

Erdikan shivered, but otherwise did not react. He did not believe he was in any danger here, nor that he would be approached, but, Erdikan thought bitterly, he knew from experience how unpredictable some people could be. Nevertheless, he continued to sit there and observe. Events had been passing swiftly, and they must be ready for that to come. 

Here, yes, there was no danger. Physical danger, at least - speaking too long with Rebus had effects reaching beyond mere injury. 

On 10/31/2025 at 2:23 PM, NameIess said:

"...You're right." Unintelligible mumbled. "I'm sorry to worry you." He glanced at the cage, and some of the color returned to his face. "Right! The cure! If anything, what you just did provides further evidence that you can be cured! It was possible to draw out the darkness in my wound. Of course, such a crude method probably wouldn't work for your injury, but if there was someone who had a fine control over Chaotic Darkness, they could probably extract it from you without killing you!" He gestured to the rabbit. "Someone strong enough to control an army of wither-rabbits, someone they fear more than anyone else-perhaps the only person they fear."

"Perhaps..." Lyric pointed. "Look! There's a door!" as he spoke, a battered neon light flickered to dim life over the door. It seemed to an advertisement promoting the mall. "Home of the great Ortithox the sage. All who enter here shall never again know fear."

"See?" Lyric said. "I told you! He might still be here!" He set off at a brisk walk towards the mall.

 

A drone flew up to Cricket, interrupting his conversation with Atlas. "Cricket, there's been a slight security breach at the vault," Malevolence's voice crackled. "and I'm worried about our countermeasures against Narration. Since you're not going to be using your powers in this fight with Rebus, would you consider charging up another one of battery? I want to be able to completely nullify Rebus's Narration if he breaks into the vault, and I'm not certain rerouting power from the main Nullifying system is a good idea."

@TwinStorm

Rebus grinned, and Antagonist’s dark glow intensified, seemingly in approval of the idea Rebus had just come up with. 
“That is not necessarily a good thing,” Jack muttered, but he followed Lyric into the mall. I only just made the name connection. 

Rebus was willing to bet that the battery would never make it to the vault, or at least be embezzled from beforehand. He considered actually doing so, but decided against it - there was nobody he particularly wanted to propose the wager to. 

On 10/31/2025 at 7:47 PM, KaladinsSenseOfHumorSpren said:

Named nodded. "I am a clone from a place where people fight for a sandwich. My drafting isn't natural, and I got it when Sandy, another clone, gave a me an unsealed duraluminmind he filled while on Little Jasper." Named paused. "I don't know anything about you except your name and that I was meant to fight you. 18142 didn't tell me much. Who are you?"

Named, and all my characters that have been to TLT, know who I am to some extent, because they've played BftS alongside me. The ones that are clones know that they're clones of me. However, they don't know I'm their Author, or what Authors are, except 18142 because one of Coder's characters told him.

“Ah - I’ve heard of that place, though I have never been. As for me, I shall start from the beginning - I am Dr. Rebus Honesty Clarke, and I am a Narrator. In addition to granting me a variety of powers, this means I know the truth - as far as I can tell - about reality: we’re all made up by a group of people called Authors.” Rebus waited for that to sink it - for the belief or lack thereof in that statement would drastically alter the subsequent direction of the conversation. 

[Kansas Stormcursed he/him]

2 minutes ago, Dragonheir said:

Rebus cocked his head. “Rebel is dead. I killed him a long time ago. But I know you care about her - if you accept my modification of our stakes, I shall disable the remote detonator.” 

Rebus nodded, striding towards           with the expectation that Erryin would follow. 
-

He’s been wearing futuristic armor with similar aesthetics to his previous clothing - white, black, and grey armor plates; glowing lines, purple rather than orange, outlining things; and a cape, more elaborate than usual for the party, which parallels the coat in his old outfits. Antagonist, taking the form of a crown (or a halberd if he needs it to fight), is the other development - it has pretty much the appearance its vibes would suggest, with sharp points and a dark glow. 
-

The pineapple did not do anything more, merely sliding off the sword and falling to the ground. Pretty much what I expected - I’ll pass off further torment to Wrath. 

“Haly - Bird Furious, more recently - has been mostly absent as of late, so it shall be some time before she could be found.” 

Individual nanomachines within the green air sickened, the contagion adapting and spreading outwards. They began to fry, at first, erupting with antimatter that would kill even a sickness this strange. Perhaps even that would be adapted to, in time, but as it was, the sickness began to stop short, interfering with the nanomachines but not killing them completely. And Rebus laughed as though something hilarious had been said, laughing and coughing - something he was supposed to not need to do - and laughing again. “You don’t understand, do you? You’ve given me a nearly perfect bioweapon with the buy-in to back it up, then added in an excuse to not kill people instantly and two different plot hooks to boot.” 

Here, yes, there was no danger. Physical danger, at least - speaking too long with Rebus had effects reaching beyond mere injury. 

Rebus grinned, and Antagonist’s dark glow intensified, seemingly in approval of the idea Rebus had just come up with. 
“That is not necessarily a good thing,” Jack muttered, but he followed Lyric into the mall. I only just made the name connection. 

Rebus was willing to bet that the battery would never make it to the vault, or at least be embezzled from beforehand. He considered actually doing so, but decided against it - there was nobody he particularly wanted to propose the wager to. 

“Ah - I’ve heard of that place, though I have never been. As for me, I shall start from the beginning - I am Dr. Rebus Honesty Clarke, and I am a Narrator. In addition to granting me a variety of powers, this means I know the truth - as far as I can tell - about reality: we’re all made up by a group of people called Authors.” Rebus waited for that to sink it - for the belief or lack thereof in that statement would drastically alter the subsequent direction of the conversation. 

Cep sighed. "Alright, thanks."

To the general Thread, he spoke. " @Bird Furious I need to speak with Lady Bug, if I may."

[KaladinsSenseOfHumourSpren He/Him]

6 minutes ago, Dragonheir said:

“Ah - I’ve heard of that place, though I have never been. As for me, I shall start from the beginning - I am Dr. Rebus Honesty Clarke, and I am a Narrator. In addition to granting me a variety of powers, this means I know the truth - as far as I can tell - about reality: we’re all made up by a group of people called Authors.” Rebus waited for that to sink it - for the belief or lack thereof in that statement would drastically alter the subsequent direction of the conversation. 

"Authors?" Named asked.

[Through the Living Shadow he/him]

4 minutes ago, Dragonheir said:

Rebus cocked his head. “Rebel is dead. I killed him a long time ago. But I know you care about her - if you accept my modification of our stakes, I shall disable the remote detonator.” 

Rebus nodded, striding towards           with the expectation that Erryin would follow. 
-

He’s been wearing futuristic armor with similar aesthetics to his previous clothing - white, black, and grey armor plates; glowing lines, purple rather than orange, outlining things; and a cape, more elaborate than usual for the party, which parallels the coat in his old outfits. Antagonist, taking the form of a crown (or a halberd if he needs it to fight), is the other development - it has pretty much the appearance its vibes would suggest, with sharp points and a dark glow. 
-

The pineapple did not do anything more, merely sliding off the sword and falling to the ground. Pretty much what I expected - I’ll pass off further torment to Wrath. 

“Haly - Bird Furious, more recently - has been mostly absent as of late, so it shall be some time before she could be found.” 

Individual nanomachines within the green air sickened, the contagion adapting and spreading outwards. They began to fry, at first, erupting with antimatter that would kill even a sickness this strange. Perhaps even that would be adapted to, in time, but as it was, the sickness began to stop short, interfering with the nanomachines but not killing them completely. And Rebus laughed as though something hilarious had been said, laughing and coughing - something he was supposed to not need to do - and laughing again. “You don’t understand, do you? You’ve given me a nearly perfect bioweapon with the buy-in to back it up, then added in an excuse to not kill people instantly and two different plot hooks to boot.” 

Here, yes, there was no danger. Physical danger, at least - speaking too long with Rebus had effects reaching beyond mere injury. 

Rebus grinned, and Antagonist’s dark glow intensified, seemingly in approval of the idea Rebus had just come up with. 
“That is not necessarily a good thing,” Jack muttered, but he followed Lyric into the mall. I only just made the name connection. 

Rebus was willing to bet that the battery would never make it to the vault, or at least be embezzled from beforehand. He considered actually doing so, but decided against it - there was nobody he particularly wanted to propose the wager to. 

“Ah - I’ve heard of that place, though I have never been. As for me, I shall start from the beginning - I am Dr. Rebus Honesty Clarke, and I am a Narrator. In addition to granting me a variety of powers, this means I know the truth - as far as I can tell - about reality: we’re all made up by a group of people called Authors.” Rebus waited for that to sink it - for the belief or lack thereof in that statement would drastically alter the subsequent direction of the conversation. 

“The Plague is not mine. You would have received it anyways. If I didn’t give it to you now, though, it would have been too late for you to counter it when you did get it.”

 

[Through the Living Heir he/him]

14 minutes ago, Kansas Stormcursed said:

Cep sighed. "Alright, thanks."

To the general Thread, he spoke. " @Bird Furious I need to speak with Lady Bug, if I may."

Rebus frowned, thinking. He would have to speak to Cep more, in the future - to learn more about him, to twist him to his own ends, and do dissuade him from assimilating his employee. In the case of confusion (and even if nobody is confused), the “him”s refer to Cep, whereas the “his”s refer to Rebus.

13 minutes ago, KaladinsSenseOfHumorSpren said:

"Authors?" Named asked.

“Indeed,” said Rebus. “The Authors are ordinary people within the real world, writing out the actions of particular people in this world - and the world you came from, though the group there is not the same as the group of Authors within TLT. That’s one of the reasons I haven’t been able to get to your world -tBftS - my Author would have to figure out what was going on and keep up with another story, which is difficult even with knowledge of obscure quantum shenanigans.” 

11 minutes ago, Sherma Main said:

“The Plague is not mine. You would have received it anyways. If I didn’t give it to you now, though, it would have been too late for you to counter it when you did get it.”

Suspicious blank space… 

“Ah, but I don’t want to counter it. I did disable all the teleporters in this planet, of course keeping some in orbit for aforementioned bioweapon purposes, but having it is more useful than you’d think.” Rebus smiled, suppressing his cough reflex. “I’m not certain we’ve formally met - a partnership between the two of us could be… impactful, shall I say.” 

[Kansas Stormcursed he/him]

3 minutes ago, Dragonheir said:

Rebus frowned, thinking. He would have to speak to Cep more, in the future - to learn more about him, to twist him to his own ends, and do dissuade him from assimilating his employee. In the case of confusion (and even if nobody is confused), the “him”s refer to Cep, whereas the “his”s refer to Rebus.

“Indeed,” said Rebus. “The Authors are ordinary people within the real world, writing out the actions of particular people in this world - and the world you came from, though the group there is not the same as the group of Authors within TLT. That’s one of the reasons I haven’t been able to get to your world -tBftS - my Author would have to figure out what was going on and keep up with another story, which is difficult even with knowledge of obscure quantum shenanigans.” 

“Ah, but I don’t want to counter it. I did disable all the teleporters in this planet, of course keeping some in orbit for aforementioned bioweapon purposes, but having it is more useful than you’d think.” Rebus smiled, suppressing his cough reflex. “I’m not certain we’ve formally met - a partnership between the two of us could be… impactful, shall I say.” 

Got it

Cep considered Rebus. He still believed he could bring the man around, though he was worried what might happen in the meantime.

[SourCandyLime He/Him]

A Sound echoes in from the distance, and from that sound emerges the screams of what appears to be a man. A man falling at terminal Velocity. Terminal velocity straight into- *THUD* There is now a hole in the ground, shaped as a man. 5'8", the man climbs out of the hole and looks around, noticing people in the distance having a conversation. He appears to get terrified at the idea of socializing in any method, dramatic treaty, or small talk included. To avoid this, he kicks the ground, expecting something to happen. Nothing happens. Stumped, the man takes the stump and puts it on the ground to figure out why it didn't work.

Edited November 2, 2025 by SourCandyLime
spelling errs

[Through the Living Heir he/him]

9 minutes ago, Kansas Stormcursed said:

Got it

Cep considered Rebus. He still believed he could bring the man around, though he was worried what might happen in the meantime.

Rebus considered Cep’s thoughts, not bothering to conceal his own. He looked forwards to the man’s attempt to convert him, and was approved of the worry he was inspiring. 

5 minutes ago, SourCandyLime said:

A Sound echoes in from the distance, and from that sound emerges the screams of what appears to be a man. A man falling at terminal Velocity. Terminal velocity straight into- *THUD* There is now a hole in the ground, shaped as a man. 5'8", the man climbs out of the hole and looks around, noticing people in the distance having a conversation. He appears to get terrified at the idea of socializing in any method, dramatic treaty, or small talk included. To avoid this, he kicks the ground, expecting something to happen. Nothing happens. Stumped, the man takes the stump and puts it on the ground to figure out why it didn't work.

A pineapple thudded into the ground next to him, creating a similarly pineapple shaped hole. Luckily, it seemed uninterested in socializing, since it was a pineapple. There was, however, a note on the pineapple: “exposition coming soon”. 

[KaladinsSenseOfHumourSpren He/Him]

21 minutes ago, Dragonheir said:

“Indeed,” said Rebus. “The Authors are ordinary people within the real world, writing out the actions of particular people in this world - and the world you came from, though the group there is not the same as the group of Authors within TLT. That’s one of the reasons I haven’t been able to get to your world -tBftS - my Author would have to figure out what was going on and keep up with another story, which is difficult even with knowledge of obscure quantum shenanigans.” 

Named nodded slowly, processing the information. "So what does this make us?"

[Kansas Stormcursed he/him]

1 minute ago, Dragonheir said:

Rebus considered Cep’s thoughts, not bothering to conceal his own. He looked forwards to the man’s attempt to convert him, and was approved of the worry he was inspiring. 

A pineapple thudded into the ground next to him, creating a similarly pineapple shaped hole. Luckily, it seemed uninterested in socializing, since it was a pineapple. There was, however, a note on the pineapple: “exposition coming soon”. 

Cep chuckled at the oddity of interacting without interacting. Then he faded out to continue his plans.

[SourCandyLime He/Him]

The man grabs the pineapple, then curses loud enough for Adonalsium to hear, even in the past, before kicking the ground again. This time, something happens. A section of the ground is severed from the planet and floats into the air. Then it becomes a blob of matter around the man before melting back down into where it came from and appearing as if nothing happens. The man, now depressed, grabs the depression and uses it to cut a comfortable nook in the rock and tries to get some sleep.

[ChipsAHoid He/Him]

On 10/29/2025 at 2:15 PM, Dragonheir said:

Rebus smiled - Named had a welcome desire for efficiency. 
 @Ancient Elantrian @ChipsAHoid 

Whew sorry y’all can I get a recap of what I’ve missed since I was last on?

[Through the Living Heir he/him]

20 minutes ago, KaladinsSenseOfHumorSpren said:

Named nodded slowly, processing the information. "So what does this make us?"

“Made up, mostly, though realer than that would imply. A lot of people are fully fictional, and hence almost inconsequential - the skeletons you were commanding, for instance, existed pretty much exclusively to fight and die, and have no real feelings or history. We, however, are more important characters: I - and I expect you - exist as mental models of people, personas that do have feelings and desires. I’ve even managed to break the fourth wall in my Author’s own daydreams and talk directly to him.” 

18 minutes ago, Kansas Stormcursed said:

Cep chuckled at the oddity of interacting without interacting. Then he faded out to continue his plans.

Rebus did the same - fading, not chuckling, though he was smiling in amusement. 

18 minutes ago, SourCandyLime said:

The man grabs the pineapple, then curses loud enough for Adonalsium to hear, even in the past, before kicking the ground again. This time, something happens. A section of the ground is severed from the planet and floats into the air. Then it becomes a blob of matter around the man before melting back down into where it came from and appearing as if nothing happens. The man, now depressed, grabs the depression and uses it to cut a comfortable nook in the rock and tries to get some sleep.

Sleep, instead, got him. Living fever dream, Bacon the Bard’s own clone, wielder of the Plotblade Nonsense,” thundered the announcer in the man’s dreams, “I give you… Meat… the… Minstrel!” A man - presumably Meat - swooped down upon the stage, cackling and strumming a dramatic tune on a loaf of bread. 

4 minutes ago, ChipsAHoid said:

Whew sorry y’all can I get a recap of what I’ve missed since I was last on?

Rebus fought Named, both moving at very fast speeds (the skeletons were given Drafting Metalminds during this time), then negotiated a truce in a time bubble. Named then exited the time bubble, surrounded himself and the other skeleton generals in nigh-unbreakable yellow luxin (which also happens to be fireproof), before incinerating the rest of the skeletons (and I guess the people Rebus tired human again). The result of this, done in the post I quoted in the post you quoted, was what we’re waiting for - Rebus has been explaining the Thread to Named as they wait for the two skeleton generals to break out. 

[Through the Living Shadow he/him]

51 minutes ago, Dragonheir said:

Rebus frowned, thinking. He would have to speak to Cep more, in the future - to learn more about him, to twist him to his own ends, and do dissuade him from assimilating his employee. In the case of confusion (and even if nobody is confused), the “him”s refer to Cep, whereas the “his”s refer to Rebus.

“Indeed,” said Rebus. “The Authors are ordinary people within the real world, writing out the actions of particular people in this world - and the world you came from, though the group there is not the same as the group of Authors within TLT. That’s one of the reasons I haven’t been able to get to your world -tBftS - my Author would have to figure out what was going on and keep up with another story, which is difficult even with knowledge of obscure quantum shenanigans.” 

“Ah, but I don’t want to counter it. I did disable all the teleporters in this planet, of course keeping some in orbit for aforementioned bioweapon purposes, but having it is more useful than you’d think.” Rebus smiled, suppressing his cough reflex. “I’m not certain we’ve formally met - a partnership between the two of us could be… impactful, shall I say.” 

“You will counter it, if my plans fail. Or you will die. You are my backup, though a partnership is not proper. I am an Author.”

“I will invite you to my realm, if you will come.”

An eye opened in the air in front of him, and the pupil focused into a dark figure. It stepped out, and the eye closed. “This is my avatar.”

[SourCandyLime He/Him]

5 minutes ago, Dragonheir said:

Sleep, instead, got him. Living fever dream, Bacon the Bard’s own clone, wielder of the Plotblade Nonsense,” thundered the announcer in the man’s dreams, “I give you… Meat… the… Minstrel!” A man - presumably Meat - swooped down upon the stage, cackling and strumming a dramatic tune on a loaf of bread. 

The man wakes up and surfs the wake of his rise to a new location. Kicking the ground again, it finally works. A chunk of ground floats up and makes a sky island. The island then grows a castle, and a blue orb surrounds it. then, it shrinks to the size of a Rosharan Sphere and falls to the ground. The man grabs the sphere, and then sprouts wings and flies off to the stratosphere. A rumble is heard as a floating island suddenly appears past the horizon.

[Through the Living Heir he/him]

11 minutes ago, Sherma Main said:

“You will counter it, if my plans fail. Or you will die. You are my backup, though a partnership is not proper. I am an Author.”

“I will invite you to my realm, if you will come.”

An eye opened in the air in front of him, and the pupil focused into a dark figure. It stepped out, and the eye closed. “This is my avatar.”

Rebus smiled, appreciating the Morton’s Fork. “That is not necessarily true - nothing can adapt to survive Mordite, though not killing or corrupting the infected in the process of curing them would be nigh-impossible, perhaps unavoidable. Either way, though, there is a threat to the Thread, stirring activity - some combination between you, me, the Plague, and the Witherlord.” 
“I shall come,” Rebus said, a second copy of himself being assembled from the air next to him. It was slower than usual, the sick nanomachines gummed up and lethargic. The Plague continued to spread outwards from where Sain lay on the floor, creeping even through that floor as the nanomachines that permeated everything on the planet succumbed to infection. 

5 minutes ago, SourCandyLime said:

The man wakes up and surfs the wake of his rise to a new location. Kicking the ground again, it finally works. A chunk of ground floats up and makes a sky island. The island then grows a castle, and a blue orb surrounds it. then, it shrinks to the size of a Rosharan Sphere and falls to the ground. The man grabs the sphere, and then sprouts wings and flies off to the stratosphere. A rumble is heard as a floating island suddenly appears past the horizon.

Meat the Minstrel snapped back to the real world as well, though he was a little too bizarre to provide the promised exposition outside of a dream. This man was a kindred spirit in that, though - perhaps they would see each other again. 

[ChipsAHoid He/Him]

33 minutes ago, Dragonheir said:

Rebus fought Named, both moving at very fast speeds (the skeletons were given Drafting Metalminds during this time), then negotiated a truce in a time bubble. Named then exited the time bubble, surrounded himself and the other skeleton generals in nigh-unbreakable yellow luxin (which also happens to be fireproof), before incinerating the rest of the skeletons (and I guess the people Rebus tired human again). The result of this, done in the post I quoted in the post you quoted, was what we’re waiting for - Rebus has been explaining the Thread to Named as they wait for the two skeleton generals to break out. 

Ok thank you so much!
The golden general broke free of the yellow substance. He would not be contained. He surveyed the destruction around him. A pity. He then prepared for his final stand

[TwinStorm He/Him]

2 hours ago, Dragonheir said:

Rebus cocked his head. “Rebel is dead. I killed him a long time ago. But I know you care about her - if you accept my modification of our stakes, I shall disable the remote detonator.” 

Rebus nodded, striding towards           with the expectation that Erryin would follow. 
-

He’s been wearing futuristic armor with similar aesthetics to his previous clothing - white, black, and grey armor plates; glowing lines, purple rather than orange, outlining things; and a cape, more elaborate than usual for the party, which parallels the coat in his old outfits. Antagonist, taking the form of a crown (or a halberd if he needs it to fight), is the other development - it has pretty much the appearance its vibes would suggest, with sharp points and a dark glow. 
-

The pineapple did not do anything more, merely sliding off the sword and falling to the ground. Pretty much what I expected - I’ll pass off further torment to Wrath. 

“Haly - Bird Furious, more recently - has been mostly absent as of late, so it shall be some time before she could be found.” 

Individual nanomachines within the green air sickened, the contagion adapting and spreading outwards. They began to fry, at first, erupting with antimatter that would kill even a sickness this strange. Perhaps even that would be adapted to, in time, but as it was, the sickness began to stop short, interfering with the nanomachines but not killing them completely. And Rebus laughed as though something hilarious had been said, laughing and coughing - something he was supposed to not need to do - and laughing again. “You don’t understand, do you? You’ve given me a nearly perfect bioweapon with the buy-in to back it up, then added in an excuse to not kill people instantly and two different plot hooks to boot.” 

Here, yes, there was no danger. Physical danger, at least - speaking too long with Rebus had effects reaching beyond mere injury. 

Rebus grinned, and Antagonist’s dark glow intensified, seemingly in approval of the idea Rebus had just come up with. 
“That is not necessarily a good thing,” Jack muttered, but he followed Lyric into the mall. I only just made the name connection. 

Rebus was willing to bet that the battery would never make it to the vault, or at least be embezzled from beforehand. He considered actually doing so, but decided against it - there was nobody he particularly wanted to propose the wager to. 

“Ah - I’ve heard of that place, though I have never been. As for me, I shall start from the beginning - I am Dr. Rebus Honesty Clarke, and I am a Narrator. In addition to granting me a variety of powers, this means I know the truth - as far as I can tell - about reality: we’re all made up by a group of people called Authors.” Rebus waited for that to sink it - for the belief or lack thereof in that statement would drastically alter the subsequent direction of the conversation. 

Cricket cursed. His Fading . . . it had taken something out of him. His memory was failing him.

--

Somewhere in the freezing cold, Atreides called for Rebus. 

[KaladinsSenseOfHumourSpren He/Him]

1 hour ago, Dragonheir said:

“Made up, mostly, though realer than that would imply. A lot of people are fully fictional, and hence almost inconsequential - the skeletons you were commanding, for instance, existed pretty much exclusively to fight and die, and have no real feelings or history. We, however, are more important characters: I - and I expect you - exist as mental models of people, personas that do have feelings and desires. I’ve even managed to break the fourth wall in my Author’s own daydreams and talk directly to him.” 

Named was silent for a long moment. 

"What must I do now?"

[Through the Living Heir he/him]

9 hours ago, ChipsAHoid said:

Ok thank you so much!
The golden general broke free of the yellow substance. He would not be contained. He surveyed the destruction around him. A pity. He then prepared for his final stand

“Your death would not deny me much, but if you wish to surrender I will spare you.” Rebus said, Antagonist materializing in his hand. 

9 hours ago, TwinStorm said:

Cricket cursed. His Fading . . . it had taken something out of him. His memory was failing him.

--

Somewhere in the freezing cold, Atreides called for Rebus. 

“If you wish to kill, though, I’m sure I can find someone suitable…” Rebus said, circling around Cricket. 
—

Rebus materialized, wondering what his general was doing it the freezing cold. 

9 hours ago, KaladinsSenseOfHumorSpren said:

Named was silent for a long moment. 

"What must I do now?"

“At the moment, dealing with the golden general would be beneficial. As for the long term, should you wish to remain as alive as we can be, I would recommend spurring activity. Anything that involves other people will likely involve more than one Author, and anything that involves more than one Author will generally remain onscreen.” 

[TwinStorm He/Him]

34 minutes ago, Dragonheir said:

“Your death would not deny me much, but if you wish to surrender I will spare you.” Rebus said, Antagonist materializing in his hand. 

“If you wish to kill, though, I’m sure I can find someone suitable…” Rebus said, circling around Cricket. 
—

Rebus materialized, wondering what his general was doing it the freezing cold. 

“At the moment, dealing with the golden general would be beneficial. As for the long term, should you wish to remain as alive as we can be, I would recommend spurring activity. Anything that involves other people will likely involve more than one Author, and anything that involves more than one Author will generally remain onscreen.” 

"I could kill you." Cricket offered.

--

"Rebus!" Atreides gave a harsh laugh, lifting up a bloodied sword. "I have been fighting for your Empire! These people opposed me, and I slew them all."

Edited November 2, 2025 by TwinStorm

[Through the Living Heir he/him]

32 minutes ago, TwinStorm said:

"I could kill you." Cricket offered.

--

"Rebus!" Atreides gave a harsh laugh, lifting up a bloodied sword. "I have been fighting for your Empire! These people opposed me, and I slew them all."

“You could, yes. Of course, I wouldn’t be dead and you’d get kicked out of the party, so it would be rather pyrrhic.” 
—

Rebus nodded approvingly, though the actual benefit of Atreides’s actions was questionable, since they had been offscreen. “Well done. Did you ever receive the army I gathered for you to command?”