The Longest Thread (Misadventures)

[Keke They/he]

15 minutes ago, DragonHeir said:

Unfortunately for Kyler, I think Rebus is pretty clearly the Gojo equivalent in this case. 
Rebus smiled again, his forearm coming up to block the strike. It worked, too - Rebus’s armor, thin as mundane clothing, was nevertheless completely solid. 

as he struck solid he gritted his teeth and backed off. 

[NameIess]

3 minutes ago, TwinStorm said:

"No one touches me!" The High Priest of Plot roared. Lightning crackled along his staff.

"Hah! And no one touches me either. 'Xept for my wife and kids, a'course." Said the High Priest of Current Events. "Philosophically, then, it all cancels out."

4 minutes ago, DragonHeir said:

Jack relayed the message. “Scratch that - potatoes, fresh vegetables, and jerky would be nice.” 

The woman nodded, moving into the building. She emerged a few moments later, holding a few bundles. "Here y'are. That'll be seventeen cressmarks and three ilks."

[TwinStorm He/Him]

1 minute ago, NameIess said:

"Hah! And no one touches me either. 'Xept for my wife and kids, a'course." Said the High Priest of Current Events. "Philosophically, then, it all cancels out."

The woman nodded, moving into the building. She emerged a few moments later, holding a few bundles. "Here y'are. That'll be seventeen cressmarks and three ilks."

"This philosophaclyes you speak of, it is not part of the Plot! We await our savior, the Protagonist!"

[Through the Living Heir he/him]

2 minutes ago, TwinStorm said:

Atreides sighed. "Perhaps. Or perhaps not."

“A physical piece of whatever it is Desolation is composed of - ink, I suppose - would be best, but if you can be around as Desolation absorbs a significant quantity of Narration, that would suffice.” 

1 minute ago, Keke said:

as he struck solid he gritted his teeth and backed off. 

Rebus launched forwards, a pillar of utility fog propelling him into the air at slightly more sedate - and efficient - speeds. 

Just now, NameIess said:

The woman nodded, moving into the building. She emerged a few moments later, holding a few bundles. "Here y'are. That'll be seventeen cressmarks and three ilks."

Jack gulped. Maybe money would be a problem after all… “Like I said, we are travelers - cressmarks aren’t in use where we’re from. Anything else you’d take?” 

[Aeoryi she/her]

26 minutes ago, DragonHeir said:

Desolation, if I had any idea what you wanted I would have started the conversation with that. Last I heard from you, you were claiming to somehow be capable of living beyond the Authors - something I neither believe is possible nor am likely capable of helping with.” 

"What do I want..." Desolation scratched his chin. "I have no need for false Narrator promises, or the powers of Narration. I already have a Plotblade that lets me see the future and protection for my people."

 

1 hour ago, NameIess said:

"Fair enough." Malevolence said. "Perhaps I'll give you Antagonist, after ripping it from Rebus's pathetic clutches." He grinned. "Shall I be on my way?"

The Guardian released his grip, his flames regathering to his face. He nodded. "I expect it to be delivered here, by page 4475." 

With a thunderclap, the Guardian and his Plotblade were gone in an instant.

54 minutes ago, TwinStorm said:

Make it quick? I'm here because Malevolence and Rebus are willing to risk everything to get to each other. I want no conflict. I have made pledges to both of them. You, however, offer a way out. You're an Inkling."

"I offer you a way out?" Desolation laughed. "It sounds like you have promises to break. You want me to break them for you, so you don't feel worse?"

50 minutes ago, TwinStorm said:

My creator . . . his servants still live. If I can bring them to justice, that might draw the Authors' attention."

"How are you... going to bring them justice, exactly?"

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

18 minutes ago, TwinStorm said:

"The hunters aren't that dangerous."

He sighed. His memory was splintered. "Perhaps." he finished.

"I will most likely be fine."

[Keke They/he]

8 minutes ago, DragonHeir said:

Rebus launched forwards, a pillar of utility fog propelling him into the air at slightly more sedate - and efficient - speeds. 

He dropped onto his back and kicked up when rebus was over him

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

7 minutes ago, Aeoryi said:

The Guardian released his grip, his flames regathering to his face. He nodded. "I expect it to be delivered here, by page 4475." 

With a thunderclap, the Guardian and his Plotblade were gone in an instant.

Huh. Strange.

Fog floated above Malevolence still.

I was just going to try and kill you again myself, but . . . I'm actually quite curious to see where this goes.

@NameIess

[NameIess]

6 minutes ago, TwinStorm said:

"This philosophaclyes you speak of, it is not part of the Plot! We await our savior, the Protagonist!"

“And that be the problem!” Exclaimed the High Priest of Current Events. A shudder ran through the man, causing him to drop the sacred glass of Currency. Coins spilled in all directions, but the High Priest ignored them. His eyes had begun to glow with a radiant light, and when he spoke, his voice was followed by the echo of a thousandfold holy chorus. “I proclaim unto ye’, oh foolish and self-absorbed one. No Protagonist shall arise till all awaitin’ be done, and those who fight for good get to adoin’ instead. Oh ye, most lowly of worms, ye who serve a shattered god, know this: ye shall weep tears of bitter sorrow afore the Protagonist appears, but those tears shall be naught if both fell Blades are not giv’n up!”

4 minutes ago, DragonHeir said:

“A physical piece of whatever it is Desolation is composed of - ink, I suppose - would be best, but if you can be around as Desolation absorbs a significant quantity of Narration, that would suffice.” 

Rebus launched forwards, a pillar of utility fog propelling him into the air at slightly more sedate - and efficient - speeds. 

Jack gulped. Maybe money would be a problem after all… “Like I said, we are travelers - cressmarks aren’t in use where we’re from. Anything else you’d take?” 

The woman snorted. “Well, what d’you got?”

[Aeoryi she/her]

Just now, Through The Living Glass said:

Huh. Strange.

Fog? Ribbon asked, are you still there?

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

1 minute ago, Aeoryi said:

Fog? Ribbon asked, are you still there?

Mm? Yes. One moment.

[NameIess]

8 minutes ago, Aeoryi said:

The Guardian released his grip, his flames regathering to his face. He nodded. "I expect it to be delivered here, by page 4475." 

With a thunderclap, the Guardian and his Plotblade were gone in an instant.

1 hour ago, TwinStorm said:

“And I will deliver.” Whispered Malevolence. Then he vanished, finally, in a crackle of lightning.

2 minutes ago, Through The Living Glass said:

Huh. Strange.

Fog floated above Malevolence still.

I was just going to try and kill you again myself, but . . . I'm actually quite curious to see where this goes.

@NameIess

good. You should get back to Ribbon. I eagerly await your interactions with her.

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

Just now, NameIess said:

good. You should get back to Ribbon. I eagerly await your interactions with her.

She sighed.

Why Ribbon? Just because I took part of her core, doesn't mean I suddenly am best friends with her.

She did exit the cave, however.

Need to sever this connection, too . . .

[Aeoryi she/her]

2 minutes ago, Through The Living Glass said:

Mm? Yes. One moment.

Alrighty, dear. Ribbon said. 

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

Just now, Aeoryi said:

Alrighty, dear. Ribbon said. 

. . . Dear? Okay . . .

[Verdance he/him]

Inkwell recalled when he had first arrived in the Thread. That had been chaos, but one event stuck out unexplained from the others. Why had he heard Ribbon’s voice in his head? Now he had an answer. The bet between Rebus and Malevolence had Connected him to Fog and Ribbon, which seemed to be the reason he had met Fog. When Ribbon had yanked on 9/10mmHB#2 like a rubber band, it must have severed that strange link. Inkwell didn’t need a strange Connection to cause him to look for Fog and Ribbon, though. The bet was a good enough reason. They had to end that bet by any means necessary, or it would only be a matter of time before they all fell to one antagonist or the other. Now that he had the sword, there was a way to do that. “9/10mmHB#2, can you broadcast this to the entire Thread? If Fog or Ribbon is out there, we need to find them.”

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Right. But when this is done? I want out. I have other priorities, and I can’t wait to take turns with your body. Its next words were heard by the entire thread. Ribbon, Fog. We need to meet. There are matters that must be discussed. @Aeoryi @Through The Living Glass

Edited February 4 by edgyswordname

[Through the Living Heir he/him]

6 minutes ago, Aeoryi said:

"What do I want..." Desolation scratched his chin. "I have no need for false Narrator promises, or the powers of Narration. I already have a Plotblade that lets me see the future and protection for my people."

“If you’re unwilling to accept favors, much of what I have to offer is either redundant or esoteric. An Ennuller core is likely the rarest physical object I possess - other than Antagonist and the other Plotblades, of course.” Then Rebus smiled. “Your blade works best on what it strikes, correct?” 

Just now, Keke said:

He dropped onto his back and kicked up when rebus was over him

There was another shockwave, and Rebus appeared next to a mid-jump Kyler, his arm positioned such that it would impact on Kyler’s neck. 
That’s four-and-a-half flash steps remaining, if anyone cares. 

4 minutes ago, NameIess said:

The woman snorted. “Well, what d’you got?”

Jack rifled through his pockets, pulling out and returning several green pieces of paper in the process. He finally found what he wanted - a wind-up butterfly crafted from beautiful filigree. 

[Unintelligenius he/him]

8 hours ago, Through The Living Glass said:

“Hmph,” she said grumpily.

”Nope! None at all! Not gonna tell you!”

Bob sticks out his tongue at the wind. "That should show em'."

5 hours ago, NameIess said:

“Hello Bob.” A deep, overly confident voice spoke from  behind Bob. “Having trouble with the wind?”

"Yes of course," Bob says as he turns around slowly, "And just who might you be?"

[Aeoryi she/her]

1 hour ago, Through The Living Glass said:

. . . Dear? Okay . . .

Ribbon pointedly waited.

1 hour ago, edgyswordname said:

Inkwell recalled when he had first arrived in the Thread. That had been chaos, but one event stuck out unexplained from the others. Why had he heard Ribbon’s voice in his head? Now he had an answer. The bet between Rebus and Malevolence had Connected him to Fog and Ribbon, which seemed to be the reason he had met Fog. When Ribbon had yanked on 9/10mmHB#2 like a rubber band, it must have severed that strange link. Inkwell didn’t need a strange Connection to cause him to look for Fog and Ribbon, though. The bet was a good enough reason. They had to end that bet by any means necessary, or it would only be a matter of time before they all fell to one antagonist or the other. Now that he had the sword, there was a way to do that. “9/10mmHB#2, can you broadcast this to the entire Thread? If Fog or Ribbon is out there, we need to find them.”

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Right. But when this is done? I want out. I have other priorities, and I can’t wait to take turns with your body. Its next words were heard by the entire thread. Ribbon, Fog. We need to meet. There are matters that must be discussed. @Aeoryi @Through The Living Glass

Ribbon didn't seem able to hear 9/10mm

1 hour ago, DragonHeir said:

If you’re unwilling to accept favors, much of what I have to offer is either redundant or esoteric. An Ennuller core is likely the rarest physical object I possess - other than Antagonist and the other Plotblades, of course.” Then Rebus smiled. “Your blade works best on what it strikes, correct?” 

"My blade works quite well before it strikes." He grumbled. "Perhaps there is nothing you can offer me, Rebus, because your Antagonist status is slipping away from you. All that emotion and depth is holding you back. Being honest, I'm surprised you still have it." 

He paused for a second, and then asked, "How good are you at making devices?"

[Keke They/he]

1 hour ago, DragonHeir said:

There was another shockwave, and Rebus appeared next to a mid-jump Kyler, his arm positioned such that it would impact on Kyler’s neck. 
That’s four-and-a-half flash steps remaining, if anyone cares. 

Kyler rolled out of the way. “What the hell? How many of these can you throw before your worn down??” He stood up and ran back a few paces 

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

1 hour ago, edgyswordname said:

Inkwell recalled when he had first arrived in the Thread. That had been chaos, but one event stuck out unexplained from the others. Why had he heard Ribbon’s voice in his head? Now he had an answer. The bet between Rebus and Malevolence had Connected him to Fog and Ribbon, which seemed to be the reason he had met Fog. When Ribbon had yanked on 9/10mmHB#2 like a rubber band, it must have severed that strange link. Inkwell didn’t need a strange Connection to cause him to look for Fog and Ribbon, though. The bet was a good enough reason. They had to end that bet by any means necessary, or it would only be a matter of time before they all fell to one antagonist or the other. Now that he had the sword, there was a way to do that. “9/10mmHB#2, can you broadcast this to the entire Thread? If Fog or Ribbon is out there, we need to find them.”

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Right. But when this is done? I want out. I have other priorities, and I can’t wait to take turns with your body. Its next words were heard by the entire thread. Ribbon, Fog. We need to meet. There are matters that must be discussed. @Aeoryi @Through The Living Glass

She sighed and appeared nearby. She looked . . . different, now. Darker. More smoke-like.

What?

58 minutes ago, Unintelligenius said:

Bob sticks out his tongue at the wind. "That should show em'."

"Yes of course," Bob says as he turns around slowly, "And just who might you be?"

"Hmph!"

She stole his tongue.

3 minutes ago, Aeoryi said:

Ribbon pointedly waited.

I'm with Inkwell, she eventually said.

[Verdance he/him]

9 minutes ago, Through The Living Glass said:

She sighed and appeared nearby. She looked . . . different, now. Darker. More smoke-like.

What?

"Hmph!"

She stole his tongue.

I'm with Inkwell, she eventually said.

Inkwell startles as Fog appears out of thin air. Her mist is stained black, more like smoke, and it bends slightly towards Futility like iron fillings towards a magnet. “Have you always been a Narrator? And what happened to you?”

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

2 minutes ago, edgyswordname said:

Inkwell startles as Fog appears out of thin air. Her mist is stained black, more like smoke, and it bends slightly towards Futility like iron fillings towards a magnet. “Have you always been a Narrator? And what happened to you?”

"Doesn't matter. I'm a Withergeist now."

She inspected his sword.

"Curious . . ."

[Verdance he/him]

1 minute ago, Through The Living Glass said:

"Doesn't matter. I'm a Withergeist now."

She inspected his sword.

"Curious . . ."

He winced. “That sounds… fun. Um, we might as well wait for Ribbon.” His expression darkened as he noticed the attraction. “I think you have enough mordite in your bloodstream- miststream? Dispersed among your being- already.” The sky began to darken, the sun trying its best to burn down the sky and failing to damage more than the horizon.

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

2 minutes ago, edgyswordname said:

He winced. “That sounds… fun. Um, we might as well wait for Ribbon.” His expression darkened as he noticed the attraction. “I think you have enough mordite in your bloodstream- miststream? Dispersed among your being- already.” The sky began to darken, the sun trying its best to burn down the sky and failing to damage more than the horizon.

"Mm," she hummed, deftly snatching the weapon from him.