The Longest Thread (Misadventures)

[Keke They/he]

17 minutes ago, DragonHeir said:

Rebus nodded. "Evil as I may be, I do try to avoid causing physical pain."

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Rebus frowned - that was perhaps ominous. "It would help, yes. We'll have to replicate it, after all." 

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Rebus followed. 

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That made sense, though it did not bode well for the revelation she'd had. 

elinore nodded. "Thats good."

-

rebyl held our a paper, it had a reactor core drawn with rebus handwriting. "You..He was testing it out to see if he could successfully open a portal. Everything was set to work. But someone sabotaged it. Everything was going stable then the portal went to shoot and it started breaking or something, we were evacuating and I was helping one of the other people out. You were right beside me when I saw a burst of orange light and i.. I hear you scream and ... I. Woke up here." She tapped her fingers. "I was on checking the machine. I should have looked better." She stood up abruptly and started pacing the room. Her hair changed back from brown to the silvery Grey. "It doesnt make sense. Who would wanna hurt so many people." She stopped at the desk looking over the notes. "We had gotten small portals big enough for like a ball open just an hour earlier."

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kyler lead them to an office room. Inside sat a man with long green hair, alot lighter then evaiyas hair. It was in a loose ponytail over a white coat and hat. His eyes were also a bright green. He looked up from a paper and smiled. The smile seemed to offput the air of the room, metaphorically. "Kyler?" He said his dark voice accented. "I thought i told you not to bring these guys back." He walked to kyler and stood behind his shoulder. "Oh well, im sure my darling has a good reason for this yes?" He rested a hand on kylers shoulder.

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Atlas folded her arms. "It doesnt bode well? No rust! But since ive been in this thread, my brother died, my best friend died, my mom died. My other friend died. And I found out my brkthers getting tortured and is now stuck in a void somewhere with bacon in an endless nothing. So sorry if I have gone a little wonky."

[Through the Living Heir he/him]

2 minutes ago, edgyswordname said:

It would seem @NameIess had much to say, and for time to progress, all authors would have to wait for him.

instead, Queen Elizabeth III materialized next to Mischief, also dressed in year old fish. She would glow as well, except she was far too old to glow. 167 years, which was coincidentally as long as it would take @NameIessto hurry up and kill someone.

i am not being subtle enough.

The slide whistle happened to stop at this point, corresponding with the second piano falling from the sky.  

1 minute ago, Kansas Stormcursed said:

"What if I could provide you with opposition?"

Rebus paused, thinking - or, rather, appearing to think for the purposes of the interaction. "Yes. That could work - though once whoever it is stops opposing me I shall likewise repossess your sword."

1 minute ago, Ashkaloda said:

“Figures,” she said. Then proceeded to explode his face. 

This worked surprisingly well, considering Rebus's capabilities - in other words, rather than never exploding at all, Rebus face burst into nanomachines and frankly unpleasant face-chunks, then reformed over his skull. 

[Kansas Stormcursed he/him]

Just now, DragonHeir said:

The slide whistle happened to stop at this point, corresponding with the second piano falling from the sky.  

Rebus paused, thinking - or, rather, appearing to think for the purposes of the interaction. "Yes. That could work - though once whoever it is stops opposing me I shall likewise repossess your sword."

This worked surprisingly well, considering Rebus's capabilities - in other words, rather than never exploding at all, Rebus face burst into nanomachines and frankly unpleasant face-chunks, then reformed over his skull. 

"I don't believe that will be a problem." Dark Cep smiled slightly. "So. Do we have a deal?"

[Verdance he/him]

Inkwell stares at the brawl, Rebus at the edge, making a deal. This can’t be good. “Egis, can’t you do something?”

thanks for your time, yall. I had better get some sleep tho :3

Edited February 1 by edgyswordname

[Shatter He/Him]

10 minutes ago, Keke said:

elinore nodded. "Thats good."

Ryna moved up beside Elinore.

[Through the Living Heir he/him]

Just now, Keke said:

elinore nodded. "Thats good."

-

rebyl held our a paper, it had a reactor core drawn with rebus handwriting. "You..He was testing it out to see if he could successfully open a portal. Everything was set to work. But someone sabotaged it. Everything was going stable then the portal went to shoot and it started breaking or something, we were evacuating and I was helping one of the other people out. You were right beside me when I saw a burst of orange light and i.. I hear you scream and ... I. Woke up here." She tapped her fingers. "I was on checking the machine. I should have looked better." She stood up abruptly and started pacing the room. Her hair changed back from brown to the silvery Grey. "It doesnt make sense. Who would wanna hurt so many people." She stopped at the desk looking over the notes. "We had gotten small portals big enough for like a ball open just an hour earlier."

-

kyler lead them to an office room. Inside sat a man with long green hair, alot lighter then evaiyas hair. It was in a loose ponytail over a white coat and hat. His eyes were also a bright green. He looked up from a paper and smiled. The smile seemed to offput the air of the room, metaphorically. "Kyler?" He said his dark voice accented. "I thought i told you not to bring these guys back." He walked to kyler and stood behind his shoulder. "Oh well, im sure my darling has a good reason for this yes?" He rested a hand on kylers shoulder.

-

Atlas folded her arms. "It doesnt bode well? No rust! But since ive been in this thread, my brother died, my best friend died, my mom died. My other friend died. And I found out my brkthers getting tortured and is now stuck in a void somewhere with bacon in an endless nothing. So sorry if I have gone a little wonky."

Since presumably Elinor was leaving to look for Ryna, Rebus disappeared.

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Rebus's brow furrowed. "Were you opening portals between dimensions? A third world might be involved - and if so, that is almost surely where I ended up." 

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Rebus allowed Evaiya (that is who it was, correct?) to lead the way. 

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"Being 'wonky' makes perfect sense, Atlas. What that results in, though, can vary quite a bit."

Just now, Kansas Stormcursed said:

"I don't believe that will be a problem." Dark Cep smiled slightly. "So. Do we have a deal?"

Rebus nodded, and his words reverberated slightly, infused as they were with magic. "We do have a deal." A Mordite blade teleported between them, held in the air by utility fog - which died on contact with it, causing the metal to slowly shed silver dust. 

[Kansas Stormcursed he/him]

1 minute ago, DragonHeir said:

Since presumably Elinor was leaving to look for Ryna, Rebus disappeared.

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Rebus's brow furrowed. "Were you opening portals between dimensions? A third world might be involved - and if so, that is almost surely where I ended up." 

-

Rebus allowed Evaiya (that is who it was, correct?) to lead the way. 

-

"Being 'wonky' makes perfect sense, Atlas. What that results in, though, can vary quite a bit."

Rebus nodded, and his words reverberated slightly, infused as they were with magic. "We do have a deal." A Mordite blade teleported between them, held in the air by utility fog - which died on contact with it, causing the metal to slowly shed silver dust. 

Dark Cep's eyes widened slightly. He reached out and took it, wincing ever so slightly. He nodded to Rebus. "Pleasure doing business with you."

I think that's all the TLT energy I have for the night, but for tomorrow where might Rebus's clones be? And which would you rather I pursue first?

[NameIess]

With a crackle and a bang, Nameless reappeared from his walk in the snow. It had been a nice walk, if a bit too cold for his wife to stay out for long. Now. He thought. Time to see if I can convince the other Authors to let Malevolence kill somebody. Well, actually it might be time for bed. Tomorrow, perhaps.

1 hour ago, Through The Living Glass said:

She screamed and let go, writhing like smoke in the air.

She fell to the ground and tried to shed the infected mist, which . . . worked decently. It took a little while though.

 

1 hour ago, Aeoryi said:

They ripped right through an illusion. The drones couldn't turn around before a vortex opened up in the sky and swept them away. 

Ribbon descended from a column of water, then absorbed it into herself and formed wings.

She couldn't beat Malevolence in a fair fight, but...

Fog, how are Plotblades in comparison to Mordite?

Malevolence landed on the ground, confident and calm as he regarded Ribbon and Fog. He spun Darkseeker in front of him, ending with it at his side, held in one hand with blade towards the ground.

"Plotting to defeat me?" He called. "Perhaps I should simply flee, do some plotting of my own." Liquid darkness flowed from the axe, coating Malevolence's body to form ever-shifting armor, pulsing with jagged spikes. "Or perhaps I don't need plotting. Perhaps I am strong enough to kill you both, here and now." He took a step forward. "Shall we find out?""W

Malevolence can indeed not hear their mental conversation.

1 hour ago, DragonHeir said:

Jack shrugged. "I do not know very much about forests. Or stores, actually." 

"Well, I shall entreaty the forest, then." Lyric cleared his throat, then stopped and looked at Jack. "Perhaps you would like to sing along?"

1 hour ago, ChipsAHoid said:

Mischief shrugged. He had been kind to her in the past. She made a small gift appear in her other hand and touched the halberd to the gift and then herself

Omen sighed. "I hate doing this." He muttered. Then he began to change.

In a moment, Omen was Rebus. Rebus wearing his crown of darkness, but with a darkness behind his eyes every bit as destructive, every bit as powerful, and quite a bit more dangerous. Then Omen was Meat the Minstrel. Then he was Bacon the Bard. Then he was a mix, Beatcon the Mardstrel, perhaps. He held up his hand, and in it hovered... something. The something looked rather papery.

They were uncertain pages, if they were pages, and could not quite make up their mind as to whether they existed or not. But behind the pages, there was the same darkness that had been behind Rebus Omen's eyes.

Beatcon Omen dissolved into smoke Omen. "Now do you understand? Bringing Meat to Rebus could spell doom to this Thread."

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

4 minutes ago, NameIess said:

With a crackle and a bang, Nameless reappeared from his walk in the snow. It had been a nice walk, if a bit too cold for his wife to stay out for long. Now. He thought. Time to see if I can convince the other Authors to let Malevolence kill somebody. Well, actually it might be time for bed. Tomorrow, perhaps.

 

Malevolence landed on the ground, confident and calm as he regarded Ribbon and Fog. He spun Darkseeker in front of him, ending with it at his side, held in one hand with blade towards the ground.

"Plotting to defeat me?" He called. "Perhaps I should simply flee, do some plotting of my own." Liquid darkness flowed from the axe, coating Malevolence's body to form ever-shifting armor, pulsing with jagged spikes. "Or perhaps I don't need plotting. Perhaps I am strong enough to kill you both, here and now." He took a step forward. "Shall we find out?""W

Malevolence can indeed not hear their mental conversation.

"Well, I shall entreaty the forest, then." Lyric cleared his throat, then stopped and looked at Jack. "Perhaps you would like to sing along?"

Omen sighed. "I hate doing this." He muttered. Then he began to change.

In a moment, Omen was Rebus. Rebus wearing his crown of darkness, but with a darkness behind his eyes every bit as destructive, every bit as powerful, and quite a bit more dangerous. Then Omen was Meat the Minstrel. Then he was Bacon the Bard. Then he was a mix, Beatcon the Mardstrel, perhaps. He held up his hand, and in it hovered... something. The something looked rather papery.

They were uncertain pages, if they were pages, and could not quite make up their mind as to whether they existed or not. But behind the pages, there was the same darkness that had been behind Rebus Omen's eyes.

Beatcon Omen dissolved into smoke Omen. "Now do you understand? Bringing Meat to Rebus could spell doom to this Thread."

why quote if no response

Also hi! Welcome back!!

 

Okay gnnnnnn

[NameIess]

1 minute ago, Through The Living Glass said:

why quote if no response

Also hi! Welcome back!!

I responded to you and Aeoryi together instead of individually.

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

17 minutes ago, NameIess said:

Malevolence landed on the ground, confident and calm as he regarded Ribbon and Fog. He spun Darkseeker in front of him, ending with it at his side, held in one hand with blade towards the ground.

"Plotting to defeat me?" He called. "Perhaps I should simply flee, do some plotting of my own." Liquid darkness flowed from the axe, coating Malevolence's body to form ever-shifting armor, pulsing with jagged spikes. "Or perhaps I don't need plotting. Perhaps I am strong enough to kill you both, here and now." He took a step forward. "Shall we find out?""W

Malevolence can indeed not hear their mental conversation.

ahh okay mb didn't read the whole thing XD

 Fog growled and expanded her mists to hundreds of times the size.

Thought so  cool thanks

[Keke They/he]

42 minutes ago, Shatter said:

Ryna moved up beside Elinore.

elinore rested a hand on her shoulder. "Its okay."

37 minutes ago, DragonHeir said:

Since presumably Elinor was leaving to look for Ryna, Rebus disappeared.

-

Rebus's brow furrowed. "Were you opening portals between dimensions? A third world might be involved - and if so, that is almost surely where I ended up." 

-

Rebus allowed Evaiya (that is who it was, correct?) to lead the way. 

-

"Being 'wonky' makes perfect sense, Atlas. What that results in, though, can vary quite a bit."

Rebus nodded, and his words reverberated slightly, infused as they were with magic. "We do have a deal." A Mordite blade teleported between them, held in the air by utility fog - which died on contact with it, causing the metal to slowly shed silver dust. 

"alternate universes. But yes. The issue is. I didnt really get your intelligence so i dont understand whats happening." She said rubbing the back of her head. "So possibly you could be?"

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evaiya cleared her throat. "We forced him to take us. I am here again to demand you leave my planet alone."

Cyrus raised his eyebrow. "Leave here? Haha! no this planet is rich in resources and all i have to do to get them is burn a few trees." He smiled. "So take your boy toy and leave." He said nodding to rebus. 

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She set her jaw. "I know. I also know im sick of being kind. And I know if I get close to elinore she will die to. Its best if I stay away from them."

[ChipsAHoid He/Him]

1 hour ago, DragonHeir said:

Which of course proceeded to fry. 

This made very much sense, for he was indeed himself. This was a problem, of course - making sense was not nonsense, which would prevent him from buying particular types of bread. This would, in turn, interfere with the music. 

After a few moments of frying, they began to melt, before solidifying in a walking suit of armor. It did not burn, merely change forms. 

1 hour ago, NameIess said:

Omen sighed. "I hate doing this." He muttered. Then he began to change.

In a moment, Omen was Rebus. Rebus wearing his crown of darkness, but with a darkness behind his eyes every bit as destructive, every bit as powerful, and quite a bit more dangerous. Then Omen was Meat the Minstrel. Then he was Bacon the Bard. Then he was a mix, Beatcon the Mardstrel, perhaps. He held up his hand, and in it hovered... something. The something looked rather papery.

They were uncertain pages, if they were pages, and could not quite make up their mind as to whether they existed or not. But behind the pages, there was the same darkness that had been behind Rebus Omen's eyes.

Beatcon Omen dissolved into smoke Omen. "Now do you understand? Bringing Meat to Rebus could spell doom to this Thread."

Mischief saw the shape changing and wanted in. She became a sea slug and began hopping around on a pogo stick, leaving tiny holes all over the place 

Mischief really doesn’t comprehend or care for the thread. She’s in it for the here and the now, not really understanding ramifications.

And tbh I didn’t understand what you were trying to say until you said it  outright 

The symbolism is a bit beyond me  

[Shatter He/Him]

6 hours ago, Keke said:

elinore rested a hand on her shoulder. "Its okay."

"What do we do now?" Ryna asked. She looked up at Elinore and hugged her wool cape around herself.

-

Marek walked towards the voices. Who were they, he wondered. He furrowed his brow in anger and formed his steel sword, Qaw'wI', out of the air.
(headpats for the first person to translate that)

Edited February 1 by Shatter

[Keke They/he]

3 hours ago, Shatter said:

"What do we do now?" Ryna asked. She looked up at Elinore and hugged her wool cape around herself.

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Marek walked towards the voices. Who were they, he wondered. He furrowed his brow in anger and formed his steel sword, Qaw'wI', out of the air.
(headpats for the first person to translate that)

elinore shrugged. "We set sail." 

-

         appeared infront of him. "Hello newcomer" the black shadow said. 

[Shatter He/Him]

14 minutes ago, Keke said:

elinore shrugged. "We set sail." 

-

         appeared infront of him. "Hello newcomer" the black shadow said. 

"Ok." Ryna said. "Where to?"

-

Marek stopped and looked at the black shadow with cold focus. His eyes narrowed slightly as he studied it, judging, measuring. He did not speak. He simply waited, as if deciding whether it was worth destroying.

[Through The Living Ash he/him]

11 hours ago, edgyswordname said:

Inkwell stares at the brawl, Rebus at the edge, making a deal. This can’t be good. “Egis, can’t you do something?”

thanks for your time, yall. I had better get some sleep tho :3

"Yeah, I could," she says, "but I don't really feel like it, love. I'm curious to see what happens." She pats Inkwell's head condescendingly. "You could go do something."

[Verdance he/him]

4 hours ago, Ashkaloda said:

"Yeah, I could," she says, "but I don't really feel like it, love. I'm curious to see what happens." She pats Inkwell's head condescendingly. "You could go do something."

“Not sure I stand a chance,” Inkwell responded, bushing off the gesture but snatching the replica of the Arcadian Pen. “I escaped Rebus only last time because his author disappeared. He won’t be vulnerable to the tricks I used, either. And I have no idea what Malevolence is capable of. Then again, I don’t have to contribute directly.”

He pulls out a notebook and sketches a tall, bird-like figure carrying a twisted sword, gnarled roots protruding from its shoulders, and perched upon them, a horned, masklike beak. The Feathered Host advanced on the brawl. 

Spoiler

The Host was expendable. Inkwell directed it to attack first, to try and garner Malevolence’s attention.

Edited February 1 by edgyswordname

[Aeoryi she/her]

15 hours ago, NameIess said:

Malevolence landed on the ground, confident and calm as he regarded Ribbon and Fog. He spun Darkseeker in front of him, ending with it at his side, held in one hand with blade towards the ground.

"Plotting to defeat me?" He called. "Perhaps I should simply flee, do some plotting of my own." Liquid darkness flowed from the axe, coating Malevolence's body to form ever-shifting armor, pulsing with jagged spikes. "Or perhaps I don't need plotting. Perhaps I am strong enough to kill you both, here and now." He took a step forward. "Shall we find out?""W

"Not everything is about you, sir." She didn't attack first. Malevolence would have to do that. She mentally prepared herself.

16 hours ago, DragonHeir said:

There are several that could be called that. The master copy of me holds Antagonist, and is akin to me - that is likely not what you want. My unaltered personality is abrasive and dysfunctional - I do not know why you would want that. The copy with Sequence - Cipher - is me with a conscience, akin to what I am in the other world. 

Very well. Moment said. I shall remain dormant in your possession until the time is right.

16 hours ago, Ashkaloda said:

Oh yes. I believe I said that I don’t think he would follow through with it.”

"Yes." Ribbon flickered for a second. "How strong would you say the Guardian is, based on your duel with him?"

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

5 hours ago, edgyswordname said:

“Not sure I stand a chance,” Inkwell responded, bushing off the gesture but snatching the replica of the Arcadian Pen. “I escaped Rebus only last time because his author disappeared. He won’t be vulnerable to the tricks I used, either. And I have no idea what Malevolence is capable of. Then again, I don’t have to contribute directly.”

He pulls out a notebook and sketches a tall, bird-like figure carrying a twisted sword, gnarled roots protruding from its shoulders, and perched upon them, a horned, masklike beak. The Feathered Host advanced on the brawl. 

  Reveal hidden contents

The Host was expendable. Inkwell directed it to attack first, to try and garner Malevolence’s attention.

Alli blinked.

"How . . . ?"

[Verdance he/him]

9 minutes ago, Through The Living Glass said:

Alli blinked.

"How . . . ?"

Inkwell shrugs, and sits down on the rocky ground, away from the cliffs edge. “I don’t know. It was given to me by someone else. Do you know how you heal?” 

[Kansas Stormcursed he/him]

5 hours ago, edgyswordname said:

“Not sure I stand a chance,” Inkwell responded, bushing off the gesture but snatching the replica of the Arcadian Pen. “I escaped Rebus only last time because his author disappeared. He won’t be vulnerable to the tricks I used, either. And I have no idea what Malevolence is capable of. Then again, I don’t have to contribute directly.”

He pulls out a notebook and sketches a tall, bird-like figure carrying a twisted sword, gnarled roots protruding from its shoulders, and perched upon them, a horned, masklike beak. The Feathered Host advanced on the brawl. 

  Reveal hidden contents

The Host was expendable. Inkwell directed it to attack first, to try and garner Malevolence’s attention.

Myles grunts. "Huh. Cool."

Edited February 1 by Kansas Stormcursed

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

47 minutes ago, edgyswordname said:

Inkwell shrugs, and sits down on the rocky ground, away from the cliffs edge. “I don’t know. It was given to me by someone else. Do you know how you heal?” 

". . . Magic."

Edited February 1 by Through The Living Glass

[Verdance he/him]

9 minutes ago, Through The Living Glass said:

". . . Magic."

“There’s your answer.”

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

Just now, edgyswordname said:

“There’s your answer.”

Her face flushed red.

". . . Oh. Right."