The Longest Thread (Misadventures)

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

1 minute ago, Aeoryi said:

"Ah yes. The future." Desolation said. "It is interesting that a Narrator has come to beg me to aid them." 

He slapped Rebus across the face. "You believe that I would come help you? Rebus, there is only room for one antagonist in this thread. Your reign was cute, but it's time to let the adults take over."

oof

[Verdance he/him]

2 minutes ago, Through The Living Glass said:

oof

Dude aren’t there like three antagonists all trying to be the main man now

We need like WWE TLT Antagonist Royal Rumble, I’m rooting for Rebus he was the wittiest

Edited February 4 by edgyswordname

[Aeoryi she/her]

Just now, edgyswordname said:

Dude aren’t there like three antagonists all trying to be the main man now

We need like WWE TLT Antagonist Royal Rumblr, I’m rooting for Rebus he was the wittiest

Desolation was one of the originals. I don't know if he's actually fit to be an Antagonist 

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

2 minutes ago, edgyswordname said:

Dude aren’t there like three antagonists all trying to be the main man now

We need like WWE TLT Antagonist Royal Rumble, I’m rooting for Rebus he was the wittiest

heheh

[Verdance he/him]

30 minutes ago, edgyswordname said:

Inkwell hesitantly emerged from the rift some good distance away from Malevolence and the Guardian. The guardian had grown a second head and was sporting a wicked magenta and green color scheme that gave off strong Arcadian vibes. Inkwell approved. Near him, an explosion had destroyed the top half of Malevolence’s armor, spraying the ground with mordite shrapnel even as the rest of the suit teleported away. Inkwell cautiously unclipped the empty explosive powder pouch from his belt and used it to pick up a mordite shard. He tightened the pouch and clipped it on his belt. The temporary abilities of a Coinshot disappeared, spooking him. He immediately cut another rift, to a new place, nestled in a valley near the base of a mountain, and hurriedly left the arena.

Emerging into the sparse forest at the base of the mountain, Inkwell checked the pen. Empty. That was going to be a problem.

Spoiler

I have an idea, 9/10mmHB#2 said. Isn’t Splendorlight somewhat like pure inspiration? You could try using that. Cleo chirped an affirmative at its hypothesis.

“Hmmm… let’s see about that,” Inkwell responded. He wasn’t doing much else with the Splendorlight anyway. Humans seem to be a more perfect vessel for creativity than storms. He focused the magenta and turquoise Splendorlight into his palm, then poured it into the pen. It sucked up the Light greedily, and the resulting ink looked like… well, it looked like ink. However, closer inspection revealed an iridescent shimmer barely visible through the translucent grey plastic. He paused as he picked up his notebook. Something was wrong… oh well. He began to sketch a small house, merging it into the rocky wall of a vein of limestone jutting from a fold in the mountains roots. He needed somewhere to sleep, after all. 
When he was finished, the one room log cabin seemed as if it had always been there. He entered, noting the bed and desk that had need visible through a window. He stared longingly at the bed.

Spoiler

Bad idea. Rebus and Malevolence are still active. Wait until later.

Inkwell was irritated by the notion, but he sat down at the desk, laying down the pen, the sword, and the pouch with the mordite shard. It was time to get to work.

[Through The Living Ash he/him]

1 hour ago, TwinStorm said:

Atreides stalked past him, ignoring him.

He sighed. "I have a job to do. Come with me."

*her

”Excellent strategy. Allowing your target to just walk away? Brilliant.”

[Through the Living Heir he/him]

34 minutes ago, TwinStorm said:

Atreides hated the deal, personally. The Crusade needed to continue, and Rebus was a dangerous enemy. Chaisler showed that much. Rebus had torn his entire life apart to get to him.

What exactly that meant was unclear, though it all seemed true enough. Crusade hummed, and as always, a tiny piece of metal was not quite the same color as the rest. 

29 minutes ago, Kansas Stormcursed said:

Dark Cep smiled, though Rebus couldn't see it—or him.

-

Ok interesting point. The Mindscape is basically Narration. I assume the nanomachines are also some form of that?

The vision continued, the Rebus of the present simultaneously reenacting and watching, as though in a dream. 
He chuckled telepathically - and menacingly - then continued. That's actually what I'd like to say. I've had the ability to kill Rose for a long time - if you remember the antimatter explosion I set off just before I killed Bat, you'll know I'm not making idle threats. I'll disable the explosive and promise to never use it if you can give me the Lost Page before it gets placed in the vault. Deal?
-

Nope. They’re pure technology, albeit enabled by a typical sci-fi cop-out particle Rebus created with Narration. (This was his solution to things like Nullite - and a way to conserve magical energy for the various shenanigans he is enacting) 

25 minutes ago, Aeoryi said:

"Ah yes. The future." Desolation said. "It is interesting that a Narrator has come to beg me to aid them." 

He slapped Rebus across the face. "You believe that I would come help you? Rebus, there is only room for one antagonist in this thread. Your reign was cute, but it's time to let the adults take over."

Rebus leaned backwards, still smiling politely. He would have caught the hand instead, but the solidity of an Inkling - and even whether hand was the term for one’s extremities - was in question. “Desolation, I do not lie when I say you loomed large over the Thread. Perhaps - with your absorption of Narration - you could even beat me in single combat, though that is a quite unreliable metric for success.” He grinned, circling around the Inkling. “But there are fewer Narrators about than there once were, and a frankly alarming amount of Mordite. Once someone realized you still exist, you’d by stuffed with Chaotic Darkness and left to Wither, then torn apart with beams of light teleported straight out of a star.” 

21 minutes ago, edgyswordname said:

Dude aren’t there like three antagonists all trying to be the main man now

We need like WWE TLT Antagonist Royal Rumble, I’m rooting for Rebus he was the wittiest

Yeah… This has been happening for a while, actually - there were villain lessons a while ago, and just before that Malevolence was trying to find someone to intern with. 

This is also already happening, more or less. And you’re the win condition.  Glad to hear Rebus is the wittiest of the three, though. 

[Kansas Stormcursed he/him]

3 minutes ago, DragonHeir said:

The vision continued, the Rebus of the present simultaneously reenacting and watching, as though in a dream. 
He chuckled telepathically - and menacingly - then continued. That's actually what I'd like to say. I've had the ability to kill Rose for a long time - if you remember the antimatter explosion I set off just before I killed Bat, you'll know I'm not making idle threats. I'll disable the explosive and promise to never use it if you can give me the Lost Page before it gets placed in the vault. Deal?
-

Nope. They’re pure technology, albeit enabled by a typical sci-fi cop-out particle Rebus created with Narration. (This was his solution to things like Nullite - and a way to conserve magical energy for the various shenanigans he is enacting) 

Dark Cep watches, truly intrigued now.

-

The nanites encountered significant difficulty, as the connections to the Mindscape were numerous and strong. As they began fraying away at them, Asharak chose to concentrate on one area at the time. He set about burning away the nanites in his legs.

[Through the Living Heir he/him]

1 minute ago, Kansas Stormcursed said:

Dark Cep watches, truly intrigued now.

-

The nanites encountered significant difficulty, as the connections to the Mindscape were numerous and strong. As they began fraying away at them, Asharak chose to concentrate on one area at the time. He set about burning away the nanites in his legs.

Cricket went cold.

Don't. came a voice in his head, the same one that had urged him to fight Rebus. This could be disaster for us all. Remember the mission on hand. Sacrafices are necessary.

But Rose . . . he hadn't seen her in months, since her Author had retreated, but he held her in his heart dearly. She was everything to him, the reason he was continuing to fight back.

"Rebus." he replied, his voice shockingly firm despite his indecision. "I .. . I'll do it." 

Rebus smiled, watching from far away. I’ll disable the self destruct once you succeed. You have my word. 
Twinstorm is of course responsible for Cricket’s part - when we get to the part on the actual Thread I shall do far more paraphrasing. 
-

The nanomachines were numerous and clever - while many died out at first, restoring true feeling to Asharak’s leg, those that remained were unharmed and began to multiply once again. 
To clarify, the nanomachines are trying to mess with the physical portion of Asharak’s brain relating to the Mindscape.

1 minute ago, edgyswordname said:

So as not to insult the others, Hoid would say that art is relative to the beholder.

Additionally, I think Rebus is the only one of the three trying to be funny. I haven’t seen much of Aroryi’s writing (other than Desolation, Moment, and what exists now, all of which I would qualify as serious), but NameIess has had a number of quite amusing characters. 

[Verdance he/him]

52 minutes ago, edgyswordname said:

Emerging into the sparse forest at the base of the mountain, Inkwell checked the pen. Empty. That was going to be a problem.

  Reveal hidden contents

I have an idea, 9/10mmHB#2 said. Isn’t Splendorlight somewhat like pure inspiration? You could try using that. Cleo chirped an affirmative at its hypothesis.

“Hmmm… let’s see about that,” Inkwell responded. He wasn’t doing much else with the Splendorlight anyway. Humans seem to be a more perfect vessel for creativity than storms. He focused the magenta and turquoise Splendorlight into his palm, then poured it into the pen. It sucked up the Light greedily, and the resulting ink looked like… well, it looked like ink. However, closer inspection revealed an iridescent shimmer barely visible through the translucent grey plastic. He paused as he picked up his notebook. Something was wrong… oh well. He began to sketch a small house, merging it into the rocky wall of a vein of limestone jutting from a fold in the mountains roots. He needed somewhere to sleep, after all. 
When he was finished, the one room log cabin seemed as if it had always been there. He entered, noting the bed and desk that had need visible through a window. He stared longingly at the bed.

  Reveal hidden contents

Bad idea. Rebus and Malevolence are still active. Wait until later.

Inkwell was irritated by the notion, but he sat down at the desk, laying down the pen, the sword, and the pouch with the mordite shard. It was time to get to work.

Inkwell slipped the glove and broken fabrial back on, and removed the mordite shard from its pouch, laying it on Futility’s blade. He wasn’t sure exactly how he was going to do this. He considered drawing a hammer and blowtorch and trying to forge them together, then had a vision of flaming mordite shards tearing into his body and instantly killing him. He shook his head. As its creator, he had a certain idea of what the sword was. It was made out of stable inksteel, ink permanently mimicking the attributes of steel, conformed to a cognitive version of itself. It was so sharp it would cut through reality before it could touch flesh, and it would never grow dull. The sheath locked it in place. The entire thing was one step short of magic. How to enhance it, he didn’t know. Then it hit him. He flipped through his notebook and tore out the page that held The Futility of Language. Carefully taking in physical attributes of the mordite shard, he began replicating them onto the image of the page. The color, darker than the singularity of a black hole. The shape, shattered like a piece of crystal. The texture, smooth, with sharp edges where it had fractured. Slowly, as he began editing the picture of Futility, the shard began to sink into the inksteel. When he had finished, he scratched out the original title, and in a flowing cursive, renamed it. The Futility of Existence. The new blade was black, edges jagged and asymmetrical on different flats of the blade, and the Morse inscribed on the edge flashed magenta and turquoise as it changed. It exuded danger. He raised it, admiring its sheen. This was no longer a tool, meant for retreating. It was a weapon, meant for killing.

I has achieving ULTIMATE EDGY SWORD NAME >:3

Edited February 4 by edgyswordname

[Aeoryi she/her]

7 minutes ago, DragonHeir said:

Rebus leaned backwards, still smiling politely. He would have caught the hand instead, but the solidity of an Inkling - and even whether hand was the term for one’s extremities - was in question. “Desolation, I do not lie when I say you loomed large over the Thread. Perhaps - with your absorption of Narration - you could even beat me in single combat, though that is a quite unreliable metric for success.” He grinned, circling around the Inkling. “But there are fewer Narrators about than there once were, and a frankly alarming amount of Mordite. Once someone realized you still exist, you’d by stuffed with Chaotic Darkness and left to Wither, then torn apart with beams of light teleported straight out of a star.” 

"Ah. So you believe yourself the more modern antagonist, is that what it is?" Desolation laughed. "The Inklings have been around for thousands of pages. If my weakness was merely as simple as Chaotic Darkness, I'd be long gone."

He ran his hand across the edge of Foreshadowing, and then looked up at Rebus. "We could make a pact, if needed. But I do not think that there is an issue worth doing that."

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

2 minutes ago, DragonHeir said:

Cricket went cold.

Don't. came a voice in his head, the same one that had urged him to fight Rebus. This could be disaster for us all. Remember the mission on hand. Sacrafices are necessary.

But Rose . . . he hadn't seen her in months, since her Author had retreated, but he held her in his heart dearly. She was everything to him, the reason he was continuing to fight back.

"Rebus." he replied, his voice shockingly firm despite his indecision. "I .. . I'll do it." 

Rebus smiled, watching from far away. I’ll disable the self destruct once you succeed. You have my word. 
Twinstorm is of course responsible for Cricket’s part - when we get to the part on the actual Thread I shall do far more paraphrasing. 
-

The nanomachines were numerous and clever - while many died out at first, restoring true feeling to Asharak’s leg, those that remained were unharmed and began to multiply once again. 
To clarify, the nanomachines are trying to mess with the physical portion of Asharak’s brain relating to the Mindscape.

Additionally, I think Rebus is the only one of the three trying to be funny. I haven’t seen much of Aroryi’s writing (other than Desolation, Moment, and what exists now, all of which I would qualify as serious), but NameIess has had a number of quite amusing characters. 

wait

why is cricket back

I saw that earlier but I thought it was a memory or smth

3 minutes ago, edgyswordname said:

Inkwell slipped the glove and broken fabrial back on, and removed the mordite shard from its pouch, laying it on Futility’s blade. He wasn’t sure exactly how he was going to do this. He considered drawing a hammer and blowtorch and trying to forge them together, then had a vision of flaming mordite shards tearing into his body and instantly killing him. He shook his head. As its creator, he had a certain idea of what the sword was. It was made out of stable inksteel, ink permanently mimicking the attributes of steel, conformed to a cognitive version of itself. It was so sharp it would cut through reality before it could touch flesh, and it would never grow dull. The sheath locked it in place. The entire thing was one step short of magic. How to enhance it, he didn’t know. Then it hit him. He flipped through his notebook and tore out the page that held The Futility of Language. Carefully taking in physical attributes of the mordite shard, he began replicating them onto the image of the page. The color, darker than the singularity of a black hole. The shape, shattered like a piece of crystal. The texture, smooth, with sharp edges where it had fractured. Slowly, as he began editing the picture of Futility, the shard began to sink into the inksteel. When he had finished, he scratched out the original title, and in a flowing cursive, renamed it. The Futility of Existence. The new blade was black, edges jagged and asymmetrical on different flats of the blade, and the Morse inscribed on the edge flashed magenta and turquoise as it changed. It exuded danger. He raised it, admiring its sheen. This was no longer a tool, meant for retreating. It was a weapon, meant for killing.

oooooooo :3

[TwinStorm He/Him]

47 minutes ago, Ashkaloda said:

*her

”Excellent strategy. Allowing your target to just walk away? Brilliant.”

Atreides sighed. "I have other business."

25 minutes ago, DragonHeir said:

What exactly that meant was unclear, though it all seemed true enough. Crusade hummed, and as always, a tiny piece of metal was not quite the same color as the rest. 

The vision continued, the Rebus of the present simultaneously reenacting and watching, as though in a dream. 
He chuckled telepathically - and menacingly - then continued. That's actually what I'd like to say. I've had the ability to kill Rose for a long time - if you remember the antimatter explosion I set off just before I killed Bat, you'll know I'm not making idle threats. I'll disable the explosive and promise to never use it if you can give me the Lost Page before it gets placed in the vault. Deal?
-

Nope. They’re pure technology, albeit enabled by a typical sci-fi cop-out particle Rebus created with Narration. (This was his solution to things like Nullite - and a way to conserve magical energy for the various shenanigans he is enacting) 

Rebus leaned backwards, still smiling politely. He would have caught the hand instead, but the solidity of an Inkling - and even whether hand was the term for one’s extremities - was in question. “Desolation, I do not lie when I say you loomed large over the Thread. Perhaps - with your absorption of Narration - you could even beat me in single combat, though that is a quite unreliable metric for success.” He grinned, circling around the Inkling. “But there are fewer Narrators about than there once were, and a frankly alarming amount of Mordite. Once someone realized you still exist, you’d by stuffed with Chaotic Darkness and left to Wither, then torn apart with beams of light teleported straight out of a star.” 

Yeah… This has been happening for a while, actually - there were villain lessons a while ago, and just before that Malevolence was trying to find someone to intern with. 

This is also already happening, more or less. And you’re the win condition.  Glad to hear Rebus is the wittiest of the three, though. 

Atreides, himself, turned. "What is this competition? A game of wits? A duel? Don't try your hand at another one, Rebus."

--

"Desolation?" Atreides whispered. "I have a deal to make."

@Aeoryi

yes hes trying to play the social game

1 minute ago, Through The Living Glass said:

wait

why is cricket back

I saw that earlier but I thought it was a memory or smth

oooooooo :3

tis a memory of when cricket agreed to fetch the Page

it never panned out ofc

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

1 minute ago, TwinStorm said:

tis a memory of when cricket agreed to fetch the Page

it never panned out ofc

ahhhh . . .

So i was right :3

yessss >;3

[Unintelligenius he/him]

4 hours ago, Through The Living Glass said:

The wind gasped, agast.

"Nuh-uh! You!"

She threw him in the ocean again.

Bob decided he wanted to see some whales. So that's what he did. He swam and swam and swam until he saw a humongous whale.

Then he decided to try to ride it.

[Verdance he/him]

1 minute ago, Unintelligenius said:

Bob decided he wanted to see some whales. So that's what he did. He swam and swam and swam until he saw a humongous whale.

Then he decided to try to ride it.

All the whales are dead 

I turned the sea into a hot tub, which it turns out is not good for whales. Or any sea life.

sowwy 

Edited February 4 by edgyswordname

[ChipsAHoid He/Him]

9 hours ago, NameIess said:

Omen also knew all about chaos. The Dreamsmith had told him of it, days before plot became commonplace. The Dreamsmith seemed to find those days nostalgic, but Omen had always thought they sounded awful. "Would you please listen? The Thread could be destroyed! You and everyone you know would be doomed!"

Mischief scanned the area. There didn’t seem to be any string anywhere. There was a mushroom though, which she promptly put in Omen’s nose. Besides, Mischief enjoyed property destruction.

1 hour ago, DragonHeir said:

Meat had been listening, in fact. Since danger was great, and kelp and sea slugs clearly belonged in the ocean, they were. Omen would probably be fine - Meat had no money, after all, and couldn’t pay his - but Mischief might be just like the music. 

Mischief took the opportunity to get a jellyfish hat

For good measure she gave one Meat and Omen both

It was a very big jellyfish for them to share

The ocean posed no threat to her as color-changing gills had sprouted all over her body and began to see the sea. With her newfound eyeballs, she looked at them both, happily flitting around.

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

6 minutes ago, Unintelligenius said:

Bob decided he wanted to see some whales. So that's what he did. He swam and swam and swam until he saw a humongous whale.

Then he decided to try to ride it.

It ate him.

5 minutes ago, edgyswordname said:

All the whales are dead 

I turned the sea into a hot tub, which it turns out is not good for whales. Or any sea life.

sowwy 

Wrong ocean

mewhwhw

[Verdance he/him]

4 minutes ago, Through The Living Glass said:

It ate him.

I repeat. Unless Bob has left the planet, all whales are dead. This wasn’t even my choice, it was Glass because she’s a murdererous gremlin. If I have to dig Into the thread I will because I have absolutely nothing better to do. The adventures of Bob are the most plot significant part of TLT and I will defend their continuity at all costs.

:<

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Bob presses a button to revive all sealife.

Lets storming GO, Bob is the greatest hero in the entire history of TLT and everyone should be quaking in fear of his godlike power. I am too hyped about this 

Edited February 4 by edgyswordname

[Unintelligenius he/him]

2 minutes ago, Through The Living Glass said:

It ate him.

Bob waits three days and three nights, and the whale spits him out on dry land. He decides to set off on an adventure to find the home of the Wind, so he can vanquish it once and for all.

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I repeat. Unless Bob has left the planet, all whales are dead. This wasn’t even my choice, it was Glass because she’s a murdererous gremlin. If I have to dig Into the thread I will because I have absolutely nothing better to do.

Bob presses a button to revive all sealife.

Edited February 4 by Unintelligenius

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

2 minutes ago, Unintelligenius said:

Bob waits three days and three nights, and the whale spits him out on dry land. He decides to set off on an adventure to find the home of the Wind, so he can vanquish it once and for all.

"Ew. You smell bad," the wind noted, following him again.

[Unintelligenius he/him]

1 minute ago, Through The Living Glass said:

"Ew. You smell bad," the wind noted, following him again.

"Do you even have a nose?" Bob asks the wind as he walks. 

[Verdance he/him]

1 minute ago, Unintelligenius said:

"Do you even have a nose?" Bob asks the wind as he walks. 

Bob meets a crazy old man dressed in rags with long scraggly hair. “Beware the Wind!” He yells at Bob. “It killed 1.16 dozen chipmunks! And it stole my hat!”

[Through The Living Ash he/him]

4 minutes ago, TwinStorm said:

Atreides sighed. "I have other business."

Atreides, himself, turned. "What is this competition? A game of wits? A duel? Don't try your hand at another one, Rebus."

--

"Desolation?" Atreides whispered. "I have a deal to make."

@Aeoryi

yes hes trying to play the social game

“Oh, yes. You’re clearly very busy trying to play all sides, which, don’t get me wrong, I respect. But if you want to actually be more than just a name, try succeeding at something for once. But don’t worry,” she said. “I won’t bother you in your ‘important business’ any more.” With that, Egis disappears in a burst of light. 

4 minutes ago, Unintelligenius said:

Bob waits three days and three nights, and the whale spits him out on dry land. He decides to set off on an adventure to find the home of the Wind, so he can vanquish it once and for all.

Bob presses a button to revive all sealife.

As he is traveling, Bob happens across an awful lot of sea critters who, having been dead for centuries, were now flopping around helplessly on the land thanks to his actions. 

1 minute ago, edgyswordname said:

Bob meets a crazy old man dressed in rags with long scraggly hair. “Beware the Wind!” He yells at Bob. “It killed 1.16 dozen chipmunks! And it stole my hat!”

A palm tree picks that instant to fall down, crushing the old man’s leg. 

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

4 minutes ago, Unintelligenius said:

"Do you even have a nose?" Bob asks the wind as he walks. 

"What's a nose?"

2 minutes ago, edgyswordname said:

Bob meets a crazy old man dressed in rags with long scraggly hair. “Beware the Wind!” He yells at Bob. “It killed 1.16 dozen chipmunks! And it stole my hat!”

The wind giggled.