The Longest Thread (Misadventures)

[xinoehp512 he/him]

50 minutes ago, edgyswordname said:

“Nice trick,” she responded, a little confused. She peered into the basement. “What a cliche.” She straightened her jacket and descended. “You coming?”, she asked, glancing up at Bacon. 
@xinoehp512

 

"Way ahead of you," said Bacon, who had somehow ended up in the basement already.

He clapped, and the lanterns flickered into life.

[Keke They/he]

2 hours ago, xinoehp512 said:

Bacon offered her some tears.

she blinked a few times confused but denied them. "Im sick of crying. Im sick of this place."

[xinoehp512 he/him]

49 minutes ago, Keke said:

she blinked a few times confused but denied them. "Im sick of crying. Im sick of this place."

"Well," offered Bacon, "would you rather have lunch in the Castle of Bacon?"

[NameIess]

6 hours ago, TwinStorm said:

"Reveal to me that which I seek, I implore you." he replied, touching his head to the stones.

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Simon studied him. "The Crown. I need more information."

When the Dreamsmith spoke again, his voice was soft, somber, and grim.
My hand has forged the blade at your throat. It is because of me this darkness plagues you. His name is Malevolence, and he seeks to claim a piece of your god.

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The king sighed. “I just explained it. Our creator-a Narrator, you would call him, though to us he is much more-forged that crown from his own heart. It grants one a measure of his power, though it cannot be used to empower oneself.”

6 hours ago, edgyswordname said:

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Omen swirled impassively.

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Very well. Your trial shall begin.
9/10 found himself someplace that was not Inkwell’s mind. Though he still had no body, he found himself in a hallway lined with doors. Some were open, others were closed. Some that were closed had light leaking from the edges, others were boarded shut, seeming to radiate darkness.

5 hours ago, xinoehp512 said:

"Ooh, Lute Solo! I like that. And certainly!"

He played a jazzy chord on his lute, and a brick wall appeared directly in front of the fleeing kidnapper.

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A shadow passed over Bacon's face. 

"Unfortunately for you, I happen to know what this page does. Give it up, and everything I care about would be destroyed regardless."

"You aren't useless just because you need help," said Bacon quietly.

“Very well.” The darkness pooling at Malevolence’s feet began inching towards the pair of Bacons. “I see that convincing you is useless. I shall delay no longer.”

He swept Darkseeker upwards, sending a wave of dark liquid spikes for the two Bacons.

[Keke They/he]

12 minutes ago, xinoehp512 said:

"Well," offered Bacon, "would you rather have lunch in the Castle of Bacon?"

she shook her head. "No, i dont want to be near you bacon. It'll just get you hurt."

[Verdance he/him]

1 hour ago, xinoehp512 said:

"Way ahead of you," said Bacon, who had somehow ended up in the basement already.

He clapped, and the lanterns flickered into life.

Eden, glancing up and seeing Bacon’s absence, then hearing him from down below, shrugged. “Tell me, where does a girl get magic like that? No eldritch Sleep gods, I presume?”
She emerged in the newly lit basement. It smelled, unsurprisingly, like bacon. “Okay, bird lady. What’s your deal? Kidnapping kids isn’t nice.” @Through The Living Glass

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“It’s a joke. I’m nervous, that’s all,” Inkwell admitted. From what he knew about Omen’s trials, things like Light or the Arcadian Pen wouldn’t be of much use. @NameIess

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[NameIess]

12 minutes ago, edgyswordname said:

Eden, glancing up and seeing Bacon’s absence, then hearing him from down below, shrugged. “Tell me, where does a girl get magic like that? No eldritch Sleep gods, I presume?”
She emerged in the newly lit basement. It smelled, unsurprisingly, like bacon. “Okay, bird lady. What’s your deal? Kidnapping kids isn’t nice.” @Through The Living Glass

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“It’s a joke. I’m nervous, that’s all,” Inkwell admitted. From what he knew about Omen’s trials, things like Light or the Arcadian Pen wouldn’t be of much use. @NameIess

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[xinoehp512 he/him]

16 minutes ago, NameIess said:

When the Dreamsmith spoke again, his voice was soft, somber, and grim.
My hand has forged the blade at your throat. It is because of me this darkness plagues you. His name is Malevolence, and he seeks to claim a piece of your god.

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The king sighed. “I just explained it. Our creator-a Narrator, you would call him, though to us he is much more-forged that crown from his own heart. It grants one a measure of his power, though it cannot be used to empower oneself.”

Omen swirled impassively.

What further preparations must you make?

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Very well. Your trial shall begin.
9/10 found himself someplace that was not Inkwell’s mind. Though he still had no body, he found himself in a hallway lined with doors. Some were open, others were closed. Some that were closed had light leaking from the edges, others were boarded shut, seeming to radiate darkness.

“Very well.” The darkness pooling at Malevolence’s feet began inching towards the pair of Bacons. “I see that convincing you is useless. I shall delay no longer.”

He swept Darkseeker upwards, sending a wave of dark liquid spikes for the two Bacons.

Bacon's flute solo abruptly cut to a halt.

Then the room was suddenly filled with Bacons.

Two were pierced through. One thousand other Bacons were not.

9 minutes ago, Keke said:

she shook her head. "No, i dont want to be near you bacon. It'll just get you hurt."

"Come on. Just thirty minutes. We can even have bacon-flavored ice cream."

3 minutes ago, edgyswordname said:

Eden, glancing up and seeing Bacon’s absence, then hearing him from down below, shrugged. “Tell me, where does a girl get magic like that? No eldritch Sleep gods, I presume?”
She emerged in the newly lit basement. It smelled, unsurprisingly, like bacon. “Okay, bird lady. What’s your deal? Kidnapping kids isn’t nice.” @Through The Living Glass

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“It’s a joke. I’m nervous, that’s all,” Inkwell admitted. From what he knew about Omen’s trials, things like Light or the Arcadian Pen wouldn’t be of much use. @NameIess

"If you want the power to turn lights on and off with assorted gestures, I could make that happen." Bacon peered around apprehensively. "Arbitrary conjuration I'd probably have to get approved."

[Verdance he/him]

Just now, NameIess said:

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The presence of Inkwell’s mind had been like a constant hum, a song that had played over 9/10’s entire existence. Finding itself here, in this hallway… it was deeply unsettled. It could not see the Thread. All he could see was doors. The darker doors seemed like a great way to meet probably ancient evil. The doors emanating light brought back a memory of something before- inherited from another existence. Hiding in a closet, footsteps and shadows shining under yet another door. It moved on. One door was askew, shedding neither light or darkness. Safe enough. It approached, and slipped sideways through the opening.

 

[Keke They/he]

3 minutes ago, xinoehp512 said:

Come on. Just thirty minutes. We can even have bacon-flavored ice cream."

she clenched her fist. "NO!" she shouted taking a step forward. "I. Wont. Put you in danger."

[xinoehp512 he/him]

2 minutes ago, Keke said:

she clenched her fist. "NO!" she shouted taking a step forward. "I. Wont. Put you in danger."

"I won't be in danger. I'm a Narrator, remember?"

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

1 hour ago, xinoehp512 said:

"Way ahead of you," said Bacon, who had somehow ended up in the basement already.

He clapped, and the lanterns flickered into life.

30 minutes ago, edgyswordname said:

Eden, glancing up and seeing Bacon’s absence, then hearing him from down below, shrugged. “Tell me, where does a girl get magic like that? No eldritch Sleep gods, I presume?”
She emerged in the newly lit basement. It smelled, unsurprisingly, like bacon. “Okay, bird lady. What’s your deal? Kidnapping kids isn’t nice.” @Through The Living Glass

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“It’s a joke. I’m nervous, that’s all,” Inkwell admitted. From what he knew about Omen’s trials, things like Light or the Arcadian Pen wouldn’t be of much use. @NameIess

12 minutes ago, xinoehp512 said:

Bacon's flute solo abruptly cut to a halt.

Then the room was suddenly filled with Bacons.

Two were pierced through. One thousand other Bacons were not.

"Come on. Just thirty minutes. We can even have bacon-flavored ice cream."

"If you want the power to turn lights on and off with assorted gestures, I could make that happen." Bacon peered around apprehensively. "Arbitrary conjuration I'd probably have to get approved."

The winged woman whirled around when the lights came on and glared at the two of them, drawing two short blades. The child was nowhere to be seen.

"Leave me alone!"

[xinoehp512 he/him]

7 minutes ago, Through The Living Glass said:

The winged woman whirled around when the lights came on and glared at the two of them, drawing two short blades. The child was nowhere to be seen.

"Leave me alone!"

Bacon hummed a little ditty, calling all sounds in the vicinity to make themselves known.

[Keke They/he]

15 minutes ago, xinoehp512 said:

"I won't be in danger. I'm a Narrator, remember?"

"Yeah and cricket was an ennuller, sequence was a narrator. Scribe was a narrator, so was ashton." She sat down against the wall. 

[Through the Living Heir he/him]

On 2/5/2026 at 6:57 PM, Through The Living Glass said:

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"Personal project of sorts. Maybe I'll tell you if you help me."

 

 

 

 

 

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“Firstly, you are not especially in a position to bargain. Other than refining it from the Thread itself or questing somewhere, I only know of Malevolence and Platypus to have any.” Rebus chuckled. “Regardless, what exactly you need depends upon what you want to do with the Luxite.” 

On 2/5/2026 at 7:29 PM, Kansas Stormcursed said:

That is really quite useful information.

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Asharak chose to go a different route—he simply projected into their operating systems the illusion that they were obeying the orders of any incoming signals, and tapped into those signals to constantly listen to them. He also tested to see if he could Connect from them to the wider network of signals used by Rebus.

Rebus, hovering, continued his rant.“You simply invalidate everything that has been agreed. Continuity is all that this world exists upon!” He was speaking fast, now, and getting louder and louder - it wouldn’t mean much to an Author, but something in the back of his mind knew anger mattered. “Only consensus keeps the Thread as a world. Only respect for decisions and events even allow all of this to exist! Without that, I could kill Cricket a thousand times over with no more effort than a breath. And yet it would mean nothing!” Rebus’s eyes flashed, punctuating the statement as it echoed in the sudden silence. 

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This… worked. The signals were accessible. The messages between nanomachines themselves made sense - part of it gave direct instructions, moving things around at nanoscale, while the remainder seemed to be bizarre self-modifying commands to relay further directions.
From the outside, however, was much stranger. There was clearly some manner of heartbeat protocol, mixed with authentication, new directives in the same emergent compression, and messages of unknown purpose. 

On 2/5/2026 at 7:37 PM, Keke said:

My phone refuses to send my shard notifications!!

he looked at rebus. His eyes were deep set and dark but there was a small flicker of Hope. "Vieyk controls me. I cant leave. Even if i wanted to." He said looking down. "If i leave..." he gritted his teeth and swiped at rebus' legs. 

evaiya was barely breathing. Her wind pipe was just barely intact 

Rebus frowned, running up the air - utility fog - and over Kyler’s head. Unless his Author was especially oblivious, Vieyk was someone new. “I have a lot of leverage - very little is impossible.” He said, dropping down behind Kyler and beginning to choke him. 
Nanomachines seeped through her pores, permeating her bloodstream and flooding it with chemicals. Oxygen to supplement what the lungs could gather, stimulants to wake her, and a dash of sedatives to prevent panic. 

On 2/5/2026 at 10:34 PM, NameIess said:

"I'll take three of those green bills in exchange." The shopkeeper said.

A door opened at the far end of the Vault, and Malevolence stepped through. "Now, the moment of truth." The villain Had changed since Bacon last had seen him circular scars covered his face, and instead of his typical technological suit of armor he held a wicked black battle axe. "Are my protections sufficient to keep you trapped here? They were intended to prevent Rebus from teleporting in, but will they prevent you from teleporting out?"

Jack handed them over, tucking the butterfly back into his pocket. 
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Rebus was… worried. Not terrified - Bacon could be quite resilient - but this still established a clock to his own progress. 

On 2/6/2026 at 11:32 PM, NameIess said:

Then he leapt away to the valley of stupid character ideas.

There was a pirate flying on a frost whale there, as well as some unfathomably gigantic creatures. Each was larger than the last, and would swoop down to swallow it whole. 

[TwinStorm He/Him]

1 hour ago, NameIess said:

When the Dreamsmith spoke again, his voice was soft, somber, and grim.
My hand has forged the blade at your throat. It is because of me this darkness plagues you. His name is Malevolence, and he seeks to claim a piece of your god.

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The king sighed. “I just explained it. Our creator-a Narrator, you would call him, though to us he is much more-forged that crown from his own heart. It grants one a measure of his power, though it cannot be used to empower oneself.”

Omen swirled impassively.

What further preparations must you make?

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Very well. Your trial shall begin.
9/10 found himself someplace that was not Inkwell’s mind. Though he still had no body, he found himself in a hallway lined with doors. Some were open, others were closed. Some that were closed had light leaking from the edges, others were boarded shut, seeming to radiate darkness.

“Very well.” The darkness pooling at Malevolence’s feet began inching towards the pair of Bacons. “I see that convincing you is useless. I shall delay no longer.”

He swept Darkseeker upwards, sending a wave of dark liquid spikes for the two Bacons.

The High Priest trembled. "The Plotblades are not for the shadow to claim. If he wishes to possess one, let him com, for only I know where they are to be had. And he he will find me not so easy to vanquish." he replied, summoning Zealot in one hand.

"Still . . . is he the Antagonist?"

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Simon sighed. "I have studied history all my life.Which Narrator? One without a name, or someone more . . . plot-relevant?"

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[Kansas Stormcursed he/him]

1 minute ago, DragonHeir said:

Rebus, hovering, continued his rant.“You simply invalidate everything that has been agreed. Continuity is all that this world exists upon!” He was speaking fast, now, and getting louder and louder - it wouldn’t mean much to an Author, but something in the back of his mind knew anger mattered. “Only consensus keeps the Thread as a world. Only respect for decisions and events even allow all of this to exist! Without that, I could kill Cricket a thousand times over with no more effort than a breath. And yet it would mean nothing!” Rebus’s eyes flashed, punctuating the statement as it echoed in the sudden silence. 

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This… worked. The signals were accessible. The messages between nanomachines themselves made sense - part of it gave direct instructions, moving things around at nanoscale, while the remainder seemed to be bizarre self-modifying commands to relay further directions.
From the outside, however, was much stranger. There was clearly some manner of heartbeat protocol, mixed with authentication, new directives in the same emergent compression, and messages of unknown purpose.

Dark Cep nodded, and started- then stopped. No. This was not the time. He must be patient. Later he could tweak, alter, make them see the condensed version. Now, though, he needed it all. He needed to know what was important.

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HA! I'm a storming genius! Or not, that may have been an obvious solution, but compared to my intelligence that was a brilliant move.

Asharak grinned. Then he exited the Mindscape, replacing the avatar he had left behind with himself. He looked at Rebus and kept grinning. There was something simultaneously victorious and childlike about it, like he had just thrown his first rock into a lake.

[Keke They/he]

4 minutes ago, DragonHeir said:

Rebus frowned, running up the air - utility fog - and over Kyler’s head. Unless his Author was especially oblivious, Vieyk was someone new. “I have a lot of leverage - very little is impossible.” He said, dropping down behind Kyler and beginning to choke him. 
Nanomachines seeped through her pores, permeating her bloodstream and flooding it with chemicals. Oxygen to supplement what the lungs could gather, stimulants to wake her, and a dash of sedatives to prevent panic. 

kyler reached back and held rebus then jabbrd his eblow back into his ribs. "Depends," he whispered back. "Are you good at surgery?"

[xinoehp512 he/him]

18 minutes ago, Keke said:

"Yeah and cricket was an ennuller, sequence was a narrator. Scribe was a narrator, so was ashton." She sat down against the wall. 

"Well, I suppose that's true," said Bacon, sitting down besides her. "Guess being a Narrator doesn't take you as far as it used to, huh? Though I suppose it never did, really."

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

32 minutes ago, xinoehp512 said:

Bacon hummed a little ditty, calling all sounds in the vicinity to make themselves known.

There was another door hidden off to the side. There were sounds behind it.

She glared at him.

"Leave. Now."

25 minutes ago, DragonHeir said:

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“Firstly, you are not especially in a position to bargain. Other than refining it from the Thread itself or questing somewhere, I only know of Malevolence and Platypus to have any.” Rebus chuckled. “Regardless, what exactly you need depends upon what you want to do with the Luxite.” 

Rebus, hovering, continued his rant.“You simply invalidate everything that has been agreed. Continuity is all that this world exists upon!” He was speaking fast, now, and getting louder and louder - it wouldn’t mean much to an Author, but something in the back of his mind knew anger mattered. “Only consensus keeps the Thread as a world. Only respect for decisions and events even allow all of this to exist! Without that, I could kill Cricket a thousand times over with no more effort than a breath. And yet it would mean nothing!” Rebus’s eyes flashed, punctuating the statement as it echoed in the sudden silence. 

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This… worked. The signals were accessible. The messages between nanomachines themselves made sense - part of it gave direct instructions, moving things around at nanoscale, while the remainder seemed to be bizarre self-modifying commands to relay further directions.
From the outside, however, was much stranger. There was clearly some manner of heartbeat protocol, mixed with authentication, new directives in the same emergent compression, and messages of unknown purpose. 

Rebus frowned, running up the air - utility fog - and over Kyler’s head. Unless his Author was especially oblivious, Vieyk was someone new. “I have a lot of leverage - very little is impossible.” He said, dropping down behind Kyler and beginning to choke him. 
Nanomachines seeped through her pores, permeating her bloodstream and flooding it with chemicals. Oxygen to supplement what the lungs could gather, stimulants to wake her, and a dash of sedatives to prevent panic. 

Jack handed them over, tucking the butterfly back into his pocket. 
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Rebus was… worried. Not terrified - Bacon could be quite resilient - but this still established a clock to his own progress. 

There was a pirate flying on a frost whale there, as well as some unfathomably gigantic creatures. Each was larger than the last, and would swoop down to swallow it whole. 

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"I want to try creating a Luxsprite," she admitted honestly.

 

 

 

 

 

 

[Through the Living Heir he/him]

16 minutes ago, Kansas Stormcursed said:

Dark Cep nodded, and started- then stopped. No. This was not the time. He must be patient. Later he could tweak, alter, make them see the condensed version. Now, though, he needed it all. He needed to know what was important.

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HA! I'm a storming genius! Or not, that may have been an obvious solution, but compared to my intelligence that was a brilliant move.

Asharak grinned. Then he exited the Mindscape, replacing the avatar he had left behind with himself. He looked at Rebus and kept grinning. There was something simultaneously victorious and childlike about it, like he had just thrown his first rock into a lake.

Rebus spoke again, softly now - though still full of venom.“If every Author acted as you have, it would destroy this world far more surely than the mere release of the Witherlord. We would fall to chaos - nothing would matter, and none would care. So think on that, Author. Contemplate what you have done, and decide what it is you will do.” 
And then, Storm laughed at him.“You know nothing, Rebus.” Rebus seethed as the Author spoke of his age and Authority.“I'll have you know, I did not alter continuity, for no fight was happened. I merely altered the deal."

"Rebus, beware. I am thinking, and . . . the time is ripe for Cricket's return. His full return. He is dangerous, and, he will not show mercy." It was almost funny. All this time Rebus had waited for Cricket’s return, and he goes to Malevolence while his Author says to beware it. 
No hard feelings, Storm - though at this time I was quite mad, this is merely a flashback to it. 
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Rebus raised an eyebrow - this would certainly make things harder. “Now, I assume you plan to fight me?” 

14 minutes ago, Keke said:

kyler reached back and held rebus then jabbrd his eblow back into his ribs. "Depends," he whispered back. "Are you good at surgery?"

Rebus grinned, despite the blow, and his hand disassembled in front of Kyler’s face. The gauntlet unfolded and pulled back, but then his hand - skin, muscles, and bone - did the same, separating into component pieces. “I could take you apart atom-by-atom and put you back together again, if this place didn’t stop me from teleporting in more antimatter.” 

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"I want to try creating a Luxsprite," she admitted honestly.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Rebus laughed. “Fog, what do you think I’ve been trying to do all this time?”

 

[xinoehp512 he/him]

7 minutes ago, Through The Living Glass said:

There was another door hidden off to the side. There were sounds behind it.

She glared at him.

"Leave. Now."

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"I want to try creating a Luxsprite," she admitted honestly.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Bacon glanced at the door.

He glanced back at the bird-woman.

He started shimmying towards the door.

[Kansas Stormcursed he/him]

4 minutes ago, DragonHeir said:

Rebus spoke again, softly now - though still full of venom.“If every Author acted as you have, it would destroy this world far more surely than the mere release of the Witherlord. We would fall to chaos - nothing would matter, and none would care. So think on that, Author. Contemplate what you have done, and decide what it is you will do.” 
And then, Storm laughed at him.“You know nothing, Rebus.” Rebus seethed as the Author spoke of his age and Authority.“I'll have you know, I did not alter continuity, for no fight was happened. I merely altered the deal."

"Rebus, beware. I am thinking, and . . . the time is ripe for Cricket's return. His full return. He is dangerous, and, he will not show mercy." It was almost funny. All this time Rebus had waited for Cricket’s return, and he goes to Malevolence while his Author says to beware it. 
No hard feelings, Storm - though at this time I was quite mad, this is merely a flashback to it. 
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Rebus raised an eyebrow - this would certainly make things harder. “Now, I assume you plan to fight me?”

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Asharak's smile dimmed slightly, reducing to more of a smirk. "Would it achieve anything?"

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

7 minutes ago, DragonHeir said:

Rebus spoke again, softly now - though still full of venom.“If every Author acted as you have, it would destroy this world far more surely than the mere release of the Witherlord. We would fall to chaos - nothing would matter, and none would care. So think on that, Author. Contemplate what you have done, and decide what it is you will do.” 
And then, Storm laughed at him.“You know nothing, Rebus.” Rebus seethed as the Author spoke of his age and Authority.“I'll have you know, I did not alter continuity, for no fight was happened. I merely altered the deal."

"Rebus, beware. I am thinking, and . . . the time is ripe for Cricket's return. His full return. He is dangerous, and, he will not show mercy." It was almost funny. All this time Rebus had waited for Cricket’s return, and he goes to Malevolence while his Author says to beware it. 
No hard feelings, Storm - though at this time I was quite mad, this is merely a flashback to it. 
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Rebus raised an eyebrow - this would certainly make things harder. “Now, I assume you plan to fight me?” 

Rebus grinned, despite the blow, and his hand disassembled in front of Kyler’s face. The gauntlet unfolded and pulled back, but then his hand - skin, muscles, and bone - did the same, separating into component pieces. “I could take you apart atom-by-atom and put you back together again, if this place didn’t stop me from teleporting in more antimatter.” 

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Rebus laughed. “Fog, what do you think I’ve been trying to do all this time?”

 

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She grinned.

"Remind me how that's going, again?"

 

 

 

 

 

5 minutes ago, xinoehp512 said:

Bacon glanced at the door.

He glanced back at the bird-woman.

He started shimmying towards the door.

She growled and stepped between him and the door.

XDD

[Verdance he/him]

9 minutes ago, xinoehp512 said:

Bacon glanced at the door.

He glanced back at the bird-woman.

He started shimmying towards the door.

Eden eyed Bacon, handing him the knife. “Wait a second, Lute Solo, don’t go anywhere. Hold this for me, you’re my backup.” She approached the bird woman, hands held up. “Look, I don’t wanna fight. I’m more musician than murderer. But you gotta let the kid go, okay? I don’t know what you all are doing here, swooping in an’ stabbing people, but it’s not cool.”