The Longest Thread (Misadventures)

[Aeoryi she/her]

3 minutes ago, Through The Living Glass said:

Indeed, my dearie. Not good, dearie dear.

getting a Narrator's core will be . . . something. And more than likely it won't be good.

Have you need around on TLT long? Idr

I was there a while back haven't caught up on the 1k pages I missed.

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

Just now, Aeoryi said:

I was there a while back haven't caught up on the 1k pages I missed.

ah

. . .

yeah good luck.

[Aeoryi she/her]

Just now, Through The Living Glass said:

ah

. . .

yeah good luck.

I need to know what to write though

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

Just now, Aeoryi said:

I need to know what to write though

Are you just gonna kill a Narrator of your own creation?

[Aeoryi she/her]

Just now, Through The Living Glass said:

Are you just gonna kill a Narrator of your own creation?

Yes, probably 

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

Just now, Aeoryi said:

Yes, probably 

ahhh okay

That's . . . better

Yo, @DragonHeir. Would you come help her with this?

[Through The Living Ash he/him]

2 hours ago, Shatter said:

oh. oh no. oh storms. this is not good.

Relaxxxx he already has a Narrator core. 

4 hours ago, Aeoryi said:

The guardian spun the sword in a circle, and then punched Erdikan in the side with his free hand, sending him skidding across the sand floor. The guardian did not pause as he performed powerful upwards cut that dug through the floor, sending a fissure of green flames towards where Erdikan landed.

Erdikan grunted as he fell to the sand, scrambling to get out of the way of the flames. 

[Aeoryi she/her]

11 minutes ago, Ashkaloda said:

Relaxxxx he already has a Narrator core. 

Erdikan grunted as he fell to the sand, scrambling to get out of the way of the flames. 

The blade slammed into the sand beside him. "It's over."

[Through The Living Ash he/him]

14 minutes ago, Aeoryi said:

The blade slammed into the sand beside him. "It's over."

He straightened, staring up at the guardian. “What makes you think that?”

[Shatter He/Him]

1 hour ago, Through The Living Glass said:

ahhh okay

That's . . . better

Yo, @DragonHeir. Would you come help her with this?

Nononono. This be very bad. Ryna is going to be pissed. Also, this will be villain #2. which is bad. Given how we're dealing with Rebus currently.

...

I need me some tea

Edited January 29 by Shatter

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

Just now, Shatter said:

No. Ryna is going to be pissed. Also, this will be villain #2. which is bad. Given how we're dealing with Rebus currently.

ahh . . .

[TwinStorm He/Him]

6 hours ago, DragonHeir said:

“That’s exactly the interesting thing,” Rebus said. “I have a functioning core I can study - it’s the altered state that could provide advancements.” 

Jack frowned. “Maybe you should keep a journal.” 
-

That was Xino’s doing - Coder wanted to go back in time and kidnap the Witherlord during the Dies Luxfrang. 

“Correct.” Rebus smiled, a few stray pineapples falling out of the sky and past the ship. “I’m uncertain about your universe, but things here are strange enough that people simply begin to accept it.” He paused, looking off into the distance. “Symbol? It would be her, if anybody at all.” 

-

“Don’t worry,” Rebus said. “I wouldn’t be able to do this to you.” The concepts began to flow towards him, the guard a vague presence. “The more character someone has, the more I can siphon from them - and the longer it takes to do anything. Full characters never dissolve - they aren’t merely descriptions but a complete personality.” All that was left of the guard was that very word - the mere impression of it. And then nothing was left at all, the very idea of the guard assimilated and storied away. Rebus grinned, cheerfully walking further down the path. 

-

“That is perfectly understandable, though you’ve done quite a good job here. And yes, I have seen the other drawing.” Rebus waited until the mischievous laughing was done, grinning at the new picture. “That is truly incredible - I am honored to have you as my artist.” 

“Incidentally, I’d been planning to ask you for it. As you may know, I’ve been creating an empire - a real place would make an excellent addition.” Rebus smiled. “If you really do want a planet, I can make you one out of whole cloth - or you could use your Narration. You see, there are a number of dissidents who hate me and refuse to be brainwashed into forgetting I rule them - as well as the more Thread-aware among my citizens, who think it’s strange they don’t inhabit a blasted wasteland.” 

Rebus backed up, sword ringing out as he blocked Cricket’s furious strikes. He was too slow; Cricket cut a gash in his leg.
Rebus darted forwards, but Cricket slammed the blade away, swinging again and again. Rebus stepped backwards, trying to fend off the blows.
His boot slipped on the wet ground. Cricket’s blade hit Rebus’s with a resounding clang. And Rebus tumbled backwards, sprawling on the wet cobblestone. 

The wind stopped for a moment. The rain paused. Time itself seemed to stop moving. The Thread was holding its breath.

Cricket advanced, lowering his blade towards Rebus. That monster . . .  he had taken everything from him. His friends, his life, his very soul. He would make him pay. Rebus had outplayed him at every turn, driving Cricket to despair. And now, he held all the cards.

"Rebus." he said quietly, spitting his name out with as much venom as possible. "After everything you've done . . . I wouldn't be lying to say you deserved this. I swore to avenge my friends. And now, I finally can. I told you, a long time ago, I'd have my vengeance. And now . . . Rebus, I am your reckoning."

He raised the sword, preparing to bring it down upon his enemy. This is for Bat, he thought. 

You are not the Protagonist. came a voice, a different voice, echoing in his head. 

"What?" he blinked, pausing.

You are not the Protagonist.

"I . . ." Cricket frowned. "I know that. What does that have to do with . . . with anything? He's my enemy."

You are not the Protagonist. It is not your right, or your responsibility. It is not your duty to slay the Antagonist.

Cricket blinked again. "That . . ." He was not the Protagonist. This was true. He glanced at Redemption, pulsing amidst the stone. He'd had to let go, in order to keep Redemption. Let go of his guilt over his friend's death. Why couldn't he do the same for Rebus? Why must he avenge them, if he had moved on?

He was not the Protagonist. Another should come, would come and defeat Rebus, defeat the Antagonist. So why stop the natural order of things? If he slew Rebus here, the entire Thread could be imbalanced. He could risk anything.

Cricket . . . you have done well. Served valiantly. Now let others come in, finish your work. You've done what you can. You are not the Protagonist.

He glanced one more time at Rebus, lying on the stones, and for the first time noticed how pitiful he seemed. Any vestige of former glory had faded from the form before him. Then, he sighed. "If it is what you wish."

His fingers loosed on the grip of his sword, and the blade clattered to the stones. He knelt on one knee before Rebus.

"I . . . surrender." he said quietly, and bowed his head, awaiting his judgement.

[Keke They/he]

14 minutes ago, TwinStorm said:

The wind stopped for a moment. The rain paused. Time itself seemed to stop moving. The Thread was holding its breath.

Cricket advanced, lowering his blade towards Rebus. That monster . . .  he had taken everything from him. His friends, his life, his very soul. He would make him pay. Rebus had outplayed him at every turn, driving Cricket to despair. And now, he held all the cards.

"Rebus." he said quietly, spitting his name out with as much venom as possible. "After everything you've done . . . I wouldn't be lying to say you deserved this. I swore to avenge my friends. And now, I finally can. I told you, a long time ago, I'd have my vengeance. And now . . . Rebus, I am your reckoning."

He raised the sword, preparing to bring it down upon his enemy. This is for Bat, he thought. 

You are not the Protagonist. came a voice, a different voice, echoing in his head. 

"What?" he blinked, pausing.

You are not the Protagonist.

"I . . ." Cricket frowned. "I know that. What does that have to do with . . . with anything? He's my enemy."

You are not the Protagonist. It is not your right, or your responsibility. It is not your duty to slay the Antagonist.

Cricket blinked again. "That . . ." He was not the Protagonist. This was true. He glanced at Redemption, pulsing amidst the stone. He'd had to let go, in order to keep Redemption. Let go of his guilt over his friend's death. Why couldn't he do the same for Rebus? Why must he avenge them, if he had moved on?

He was not the Protagonist. Another should come, would come and defeat Rebus, defeat the Antagonist. So why stop the natural order of things? If he slew Rebus here, the entire Thread could be imbalanced. He could risk anything.

Cricket . . . you have done well. Served valiantly. Now let others come in, finish your work. You've done what you can. You are not the Protagonist.

He glanced one more time at Rebus, lying on the stones, and for the first time noticed how pitiful he seemed. Any vestige of former glory had faded from the form before him. Then, he sighed. "If it is what you wish."

His fingers loosed on the grip of his sword, and the blade clattered to the stones. He knelt on one knee before Rebus.

"I . . . surrender." he said quietly, and bowed his head, awaiting his judgement.

Dude this is the best writing ever. I... I canr draw well enough to bring justice. But I can try. 

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

21 minutes ago, TwinStorm said:

The wind stopped for a moment. The rain paused. Time itself seemed to stop moving. The Thread was holding its breath.

Cricket advanced, lowering his blade towards Rebus. That monster . . .  he had taken everything from him. His friends, his life, his very soul. He would make him pay. Rebus had outplayed him at every turn, driving Cricket to despair. And now, he held all the cards.

"Rebus." he said quietly, spitting his name out with as much venom as possible. "After everything you've done . . . I wouldn't be lying to say you deserved this. I swore to avenge my friends. And now, I finally can. I told you, a long time ago, I'd have my vengeance. And now . . . Rebus, I am your reckoning."

He raised the sword, preparing to bring it down upon his enemy. This is for Bat, he thought. 

You are not the Protagonist. came a voice, a different voice, echoing in his head. 

"What?" he blinked, pausing.

You are not the Protagonist.

"I . . ." Cricket frowned. "I know that. What does that have to do with . . . with anything? He's my enemy."

You are not the Protagonist. It is not your right, or your responsibility. It is not your duty to slay the Antagonist.

Cricket blinked again. "That . . ." He was not the Protagonist. This was true. He glanced at Redemption, pulsing amidst the stone. He'd had to let go, in order to keep Redemption. Let go of his guilt over his friend's death. Why couldn't he do the same for Rebus? Why must he avenge them, if he had moved on?

He was not the Protagonist. Another should come, would come and defeat Rebus, defeat the Antagonist. So why stop the natural order of things? If he slew Rebus here, the entire Thread could be imbalanced. He could risk anything.

Cricket . . . you have done well. Served valiantly. Now let others come in, finish your work. You've done what you can. You are not the Protagonist.

He glanced one more time at Rebus, lying on the stones, and for the first time noticed how pitiful he seemed. Any vestige of former glory had faded from the form before him. Then, he sighed. "If it is what you wish."

His fingers loosed on the grip of his sword, and the blade clattered to the stones. He knelt on one knee before Rebus.

"I . . . surrender." he said quietly, and bowed his head, awaiting his judgement.

*sad sigh*

*grabs box of tissues*

[Keke They/he]

1 minute ago, Through The Living Glass said:

*sad sigh*

*grabs box of tissues*

*grabs a tissue*

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

Just now, Keke said:

*grabs a tissue*

*blows nose*

*hugs*

That's not a joke btw I grabbed a tissue box for later T~T

[Keke They/he]

1 minute ago, Through The Living Glass said:

*blows nose*

*hugs*

That's not a joke btw I grabbed a tissue box for later T~T

*hugs*

I know i have one too

Spoiler

 

[Aeoryi she/her]

2 hours ago, Ashkaloda said:

He straightened, staring up at the guardian. “What makes you think that?”

"Because I know the end." The guardian said, before swinging his Plotblade in one final blow.

[TwinStorm He/Him]

41 minutes ago, Through The Living Glass said:

*sad sigh*

*grabs box of tissues*

48 minutes ago, Keke said:

Dude this is the best writing ever. I... I canr draw well enough to bring justice. But I can try. 

thank yall so much that really means a lot to me

37 minutes ago, Keke said:

*hugs*

I know i have one too

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loll  

[Keke They/he]

Just now, TwinStorm said:

thank yall so much that really means a lot to me

loll  

Twin you gotta make a new character, so you dont have to leave. The thread wont be the same without you.

[TwinStorm He/Him]

1 minute ago, Keke said:

Twin you gotta make a new character, so you dont have to leave. The thread wont be the same without you.

thanks lol but I need a break

I will come back dw

and I have some characters I don't know what to do with tho

Spoiler

stone could be fun to play around with tho

 

[Through The Living Ash he/him]

35 minutes ago, Aeoryi said:

"Because I know the end." The guardian said, before swinging his Plotblade in one final blow.

Erdikan teleported away. Out of the duel, out of the plane. He appeared on a lonesome, rocky expanse, wind battering him. He had no idea where Ribbon had gotten to, but they weren’t there for the fight. He probably should have marked them, he realized in hindsight. “That,” Erdikan said to himself, “did not work.”

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

19 minutes ago, TwinStorm said:

thank yall so much that really means a lot to me

loll  

means a lot to us too T~T

You deserve a break though

And Cricket deserves a good ending, after all this time

heh

Remember when he teleported in for the first time, in that one city where the Buffet Gang was?

Good times

[Aeoryi she/her]

9 minutes ago, Ashkaloda said:

Erdikan teleported away. Out of the duel, out of the plane. He appeared on a lonesome, rocky expanse, wind battering him. He had no idea where Ribbon had gotten to, but they weren’t there for the fight. He probably should have marked them, he realized in hindsight. “That,” Erdikan said to himself, “did not work.”

Ribbon Tagged herself to Eridikan, zipping across space in a second. She appeared beside Eridikan, with everything intact. 

"It didn't work? Why'd you even agree to the duel if you didn't think you'd win?" Ribbon asked, as if she was there the entire time.

[TwinStorm He/Him]

10 minutes ago, Through The Living Glass said:

means a lot to us too T~T

You deserve a break though

And Cricket deserves a good ending, after all this time

heh

Remember when he teleported in for the first time, in that one city where the Buffet Gang was?

Good times

loll yeah

bro was innocent and chill back then

Spoiler

a completely different character tho