The Longest Thread (Misadventures)

[Kansas Stormcursed he/him]

On 2/8/2026 at 10:48 PM, DragonHeir said:

I’m mostly bringing piecemeal dialogue from my ranting at that time, so the emotion is genuine but I can clean up the descriptions. 
Rebus would have said something - yelled at the Author, mustering every ounce of anger and melodrama. Instead, he ceased to exist. 
For a time, there was nothing within his Author’s mind - Heir slept, and so Rebus was cast into oblivion. That was terrifying, of course - but it was also empty of thoughts. When his Author woke, however, Rebus flitted on the edges of his mind - unable to act, to make any impact but an endless fog of resets, trapped in little bits of daydreams with neither continuity nor comfort. 
When Rebus returned to life, it was as he should be. He was calm, manipulative. “I know more than you seem to think - mere age does not determine wisdom. Creating history is not the same as changing it, but perhaps I was unreasonable in my judgement.”
Storm was an Author, far more dangerous than he claimed Cricket to be. Still, the anger was important - he brought the feeling into his mind, allowing aggression to seep into his words. “I await the return you have promised. You may not have noticed the relevant post, but my Author did write the beginning of the duel after Cricket appeared to challenge me.”
Rebus smiled - the ironic sort of smile one could make to make those you threatened feel you were very very dangerous. “You could alter what has occurred and pick up from there as though none of this has happened. Or you send all of this in a very different direction - because I too am dangerous.” Then he blinked out of existence, leaving only the memory of his words and the sound of a collapsing vacuum. 
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“Everything achieves something, Asharak.” Rebus gestured, sending a wave of fresh utility fog at him.

!!

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Asharak nods. "Very true." He waves a hand, and as the fog reaches him, it is swallowed up by the Mindscape, its signals immediately cut off. "Tell me, Rebus. What has become of your status now? With one action, Malevolence comes close to usurping your prominence in this Thread."

7 hours ago, edgyswordname said:

Well this is fine 

We need a gosh darn protagonist, but none of my characters are relevant enough. Also I would suck at writing a main protagonist 

Someone cool should make a bid for Protagonist. 

We don't really have any more Protagonist contenders at the moment—none of the good characters are really prominent enough

[Verdance he/him]

13 hours ago, NameIess said:

The page moved away from Malevolence just as his fingers closed around the empty void-space it would have occupied. Malevolence growled silently and tried to propel himself faster, but no matter how hard he strove to jet himself forward, he did not seem to go any faster. In fact, he didn't seem to be moving at all.

No! He screamed without noise. All my planning, only to lose the page now? I will not accept this! That page belongs to me! It should...

As he spoke his desire, his claim, the page slowed just slightly in its approach towards Bacon. Malevolence's eyes widened in understanding, and he held out his hand.

That page is MINE! I and I alone am worthy of its secrets. I am Malevolence, seeker of evil, seeker of darkness, and no other is deserving of such power. I will hold that page, I will be the Witherlord's heir, and I will shatter this Thread in darkness and death! That page holds my destiny and I WILL NOT be denied.

Caught by the villain's desire and command, the Lost Page halted a few breaths away from Bacon's reach. Then, slowly, horrifyingly, it began to move back towards Malevolence.

"Killed by his blade. Black it was, just as you said." The man shuddered. "Larid pulled a sword and tried to stop him, but the man's blade cut right through it, and Larid's neck besides."

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"Very well then. Let your trial... begin." The Dreamsmith waved a hand ceremoniously and... nothing happened. The Dreamsmith merely watched 9/10 with eyes of fire, an expectant expression on his face.

 

“Well that’s just great. But at least there’s continuity.” Inkwell pulled out the pen, which was full of opaline ink. “I’m sorry for this. It’s a bit of my fault. I’ll see what I can do, bring Larid and the others justice.” 
The realm that Inkwell occupied suddenly rippled, the boundary between reality, perception, and the mind warping and twisting under the weight of an invisible force. For a few moments Inkwell occupied Omen’s clearing, a grassy field with an entity of fire and light, and the desert outside the vault, which had broken open in several places by what looked like some sort of an explosion. He could feel Futility vibrating along with the wave, drawing him somewhere else. Then he snapped back to the clearing, all other sensation lost to him.

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Is… everything okay? The Dreamsmith was starting to seem uncomfortably occupied. 9/10mmHB#2 wondered: How would a character react to another Author’s Flaw’s influence?

 

33 minutes ago, NameIess said:

Malevolence held the Page in his hands and marveled at how far he had come. From intern to independent villain to contender for Antagonist to a seeker of darkness. And now, at long last, the power of the Witherlord was within reach. He could not help but laugh.

Almost as soon as Malevolence reentered reality, his exterior teleporters transported him away, detecting the Page in his possession. Not to his base proper, as there was potential damage to security systems from the Vault’s breach. Instead, it transported him to a totally random location.

Malevolence appeared in a forest where trees only fell when there was no one to hear them. There he laughed until his throat was raw.

As he laughed, he read the page. As  he read it, his laughter only redoubled in strength. It echoed through the forest, absolutely making noise despite the lack of outside observers.

Eventually, Malevolence’s laughter died away. He wiped the tears from his eyes and regained his composure. Right. Time to get to work. 

“Time to Refresh.” He said, and drones appeared around him with whirring blades and needles, restoring his lost technology. As they worked, he pulled up the feeds from his Sophon observation network. A good thing I did not go straight to my base. It seems I have a visitor.

Technology restored, Malevolence vanished in a crackle of lightning.

Lyric took the journal and opened it to the first page. He closed his eyes for a moment, then opened them and wrote:

P. 4392: I and Jack bought supplies from a woman in the forest. Jack handled the negotiations, while I kept lookout.

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Malevolence appeared back in his base, Lost Page no longer in his grasp. He walked over to a half-finished device that looked similar to his Evil Communicator and continued his work on it.

”Hello, Rebus. I don’t recall inviting you to this place.”

Well technically I’m not Nameless, I’m since my name is actually Namiess, so…

*reads*

I mean I guess in that case you could exploit that loophole, but it would be better if you looked into the characters secrets not their plans, that way the reactions are better. 
Well then someone better go on a character arc. 

[Through the Living Heir he/him]

4 hours ago, Keke said:

haha u wish they aren't that dumb.  There's no gaps. 

 

OH rust rust OH CRAP DOG

atlas awoke due to her Authors panick and warped to bacon. She hugged his larger form. "Its not your fault." She said softly. "You tried your best. Evil will prevail regardless of anyones attempts to stop it."

Rebus raised an eyebrow at the box. Nullite was quite durable, but not indestructible. Power would be an issue, but there should be enough… 

Nothing happened outside the box. 

1 hour ago, Keke said:

Okie

the ship rocked and everyone got knocked down and the ship fell out of the tunnel. I forgot this includes rebyl and rebus @DragonHeir

27 minutes ago, Keke said:

rebyl ran onto the deck and came to the help. "Captain?!" She shouted as eli tried to keep rhe ship stable. "REBYL check the power cells!" She nodded and grabbed rynas arm. "Come on im gonna need help if we gotta replace any!"

@DragonHeir

Rebus remained, gazing at the papers as though frozen in place. 

35 minutes ago, NameIess said:

Lyric took the journal and opened it to the first page. He closed his eyes for a moment, then opened them and wrote:

P. 4393: I and Jack bought supplies from a woman in the forest. Jack handled the negotiations, while I kept lookout.

—

Malevolence appeared back in his base, Lost Page no longer in his grasp. He walked over to a half-finished device that looked similar to his Evil Communicator and continued his work on it.

”Hello, Rebus. I don’t recall inviting you to this place.”

Well technically I’m not Nameless, I’m since my name is actually Namiess, so…

*reads*

Jack nodded. “We should get the events at the mall too.” 
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“I could have said the same to you.” Rebus spun around in his chair, smiling. Antagonist hummed atop his head, almost as though it was laughing manically. “I am here, in part, to offer my congratulations. You’ve beaten me to the Page, and even avoided me reading it through your computer network.” 

13 minutes ago, Kansas Stormcursed said:

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Asharak nods. "Very true." He waves a hand, and as the fog reaches him, it is swallowed up by the Mindscape, its signals immediately cut off. "Tell me, Rebus. What has become of your status now? With one action, Malevolence comes close to usurping your prominence in this Thread."

We don't really have any more Protagonist contenders at the moment—none of the good characters are really prominent enough

Time passed. Cricket fought Malevolence, paying no heed to his actual nemesis. Rebus found other things to do, other ways to keep himself important. Then came the party. 
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Rebus laughed. “Oh, this is a setback, but it is far from over. The Witherlord is fundamentally unstable, narratively - especially when I still hold Antagonist.” 

[Kansas Stormcursed he/him]

1 minute ago, DragonHeir said:

Rebus raised an eyebrow at the box. Nullite was quite durable, but not indestructible. Power would be an issue, but there should be enough… 

Nothing happened outside the box. 

Rebus remained, gazing at the papers as though frozen in place. 

Jack nodded. “We should get the events at the mall too.” 
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“I could have said the same to you.” Rebus spun around in his chair, smiling. Antagonist hummed atop his head, almost as though it was laughing manically. “I am here, in part, to offer my congratulations. You’ve beaten me to the Page, and even avoided me reading it through your computer network.” 

Time passed. Cricket fought Malevolence, paying no heed to his actual nemesis. Rebus found other things to do, other ways to keep himself important. Then came the party. 
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Rebus laughed. “Oh, this is a setback, but it is far from over. The Witherlord is fundamentally unstable, narratively - especially when I still hold Antagonist.” 

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"Interesting. Very well then, here comes my other question. What do you intend to do about it? Will you just leave it be, or fight it?"

[Keke They/he]

8 minutes ago, DragonHeir said:

Rebus raised an eyebrow at the box. Nullite was quite durable, but not indestructible. Power would be an issue, but there should be enough… 

Nothing happened outside the box. 

Cyrus voice carried into the box from the outside. “I was hoping I wouldn’t have to take any prisoners.” Chains came up from the ground and clamped around his wrists. They had a small layer of fabric over the nullite cuffs so he wouldn’t get to burned by it. 

Is it nullite or mordite that cancels narration? I though it was nullite right?

8 minutes ago, DragonHeir said:

Rebus remained, gazing at the papers as though frozen in place. 

Haha see i finally got a grasp ish on an idea on how it works so i can continue this plot. 

A voice spoke from everywhere. “Identification, dr rebus honesty clarke, universe 1. Scanning.” A blue line scanned him up and down. Flashes of everything rebus has done flashed and it beeped. “Registered.”

[ThroughTheLivingSequence she/her/they/them]

18 hours ago, NameIess said:

Unintelligible nodded silently. Moving slowly, he walked to the burial vault and placed Sequence's body within it. For a long moment, he stared at her pale, dead face. Then he turned away and walked back to Aelinor's side.

Of its own accord, the lid of the burial vault slid into place, a final barrier between Sequence and the living world she had left.

"Well," Unintelligible whispered. "That's that. She's... gone." He closed his eyes. "We should be on our way soon. The events of the Thread wait for no one. Do you... have any final words to say? Before we leave her?"

Aelinor just watched, completely still and silent. She reached into a small sheath inside the waistband of her trousers, needing to use both hands and struggling to remove the knife she drew out. As it was drawn, Willow began to glow and lifted into the air, spinning a couple times. It was silent save for a soft buzzing sound as it slowly drifted down to rest upon the vault, the glow and the sound fading. "I will wait here," it said softly before the glow ceased entirely.

Aelinor turned around, looking down the path they had taken here. "... I am no match for Rebus," she said quietly. "I barely swung my sword before Ivisyre beat me. I was supposed to protect her, and instead, she had to sacrifice herself to protect me." Her voice was choked, her expression frustrated. "I should give you Conflict. It's useless in my hands."

[xinoehp512 he/him]

1 hour ago, Keke said:

 

he paused. "What?"

 

"Something happened," said Bacon. "I'm afraid we'll have to jump straight to the tricky part. Follow me."

He stepped backwards, falling down a hole.

1 hour ago, Keke said:

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Atlas looked at his face, she'd never seen him look so serious. "What will happen now that he has the page."

"He knows how to summon the Witherlord, now," answered Bacon. "Undoubtedly he will try to do so."

[Through the Living Heir he/him]

19 minutes ago, Kansas Stormcursed said:

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"Interesting. Very well then, here comes my other question. What do you intend to do about it? Will you just leave it be, or fight it?"

Rebus was truly worried - the Thread was stagnant, close to death. Sequence had thought the same, it seemed - everyone was invited to an unscheduled party. 

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“Neither. l’d thought you understood me better than this.” Rebus grinned, eyes glittering. “I’m not going to stop what is happening. I’m going to take advantage of it.” 

10 minutes ago, Keke said:

Cyrus voice carried into the box from the outside. “I was hoping I wouldn’t have to take any prisoners.” Chains came up from the ground and clamped around his wrists. They had a small layer of fabric over the nullite cuffs so he wouldn’t get to burned by it. 

Is it nullite or mordite that cancels narration? I though it was nullite right?

Haha see i finally got a grasp ish on an idea on how it works so i can continue this plot. 

A voice spoke from everywhere. “Identification, dr rebus honesty clarke, universe 1. Scanning.” A blue line scanned him up and down. Flashes of everything rebus has done flashed and it beeped. “Registered.”

Rebus smiled - unlike the box, these cuffs certainly had gaps. He didn’t escape immediately, though - the element of surprise was important to maintain. 
That is indeed Nullite.
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Ooh! This shall be good. 
That was truly intriguing… Rebus waited, watching his memories as he tried to make sense of the development. 

1 minute ago, Sequence said:

Aelinor just watched, completely still and silent. She reached into a small sheath inside the waistband of her trousers, needing to use both hands and struggling to remove the knife she drew out. As it was drawn, Willow began to glow and lifted into the air, spinning a couple times. It was silent save for a soft buzzing sound as it slowly drifted down to rest upon the vault, the glow and the sound fading. "I will wait here," it said softly before the glow ceased entirely.

Aelinor turned around, looking down the path they had taken here. "... I am no match for Rebus," she said quietly. "I barely swung my sword before Ivisyre beat me. I was supposed to protect her, and instead, she had to sacrifice herself to protect me." Her voice was choked, her expression frustrated. "I should give you Conflict. It's useless in my hands."

Rebus was there, standing on the path. Antagonist hummed, but he was patiently waiting to fight. Aelinor seemed to misunderstand the functionality of the Blade, but Unintelligible would be an acceptable opponent regardless. 

[Kansas Stormcursed he/him]

Just now, DragonHeir said:

Rebus was truly worried - the Thread was stagnant, close to death. Sequence had thought the same, it seemed - everyone was invited to an unscheduled party. 

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“Neither. l’d thought you understood me better than this.” Rebus grinned, eyes glittering. “I’m not going to stop what is happening. I’m going to take advantage of it.” 

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"My apologies—that was included in the first statement. I did not make that clear." Asharak nods. "Well, I believe that's all I need from you. Thanks!" With that, he releases his hold on the Mindscape, letting signals through. Does Rebus automatically connect to the nanites?

[NameIess]

31 minutes ago, edgyswordname said:

“Well that’s just great. But at least there’s continuity.” Inkwell pulled out the pen, which was full of opaline ink. “I’m sorry for this. It’s a bit of my fault. I’ll see what I can do, bring Larid and the others justice.” 
The realm that Inkwell occupied suddenly rippled, the boundary between reality, perception, and the mind warping and twisting under the weight of an invisible force. For a few moments Inkwell occupied Omen’s clearing, a grassy field with an entity of fire and light, and the desert outside the vault, which had broken open in several places by what looked like some sort of an explosion. He could feel Futility vibrating along with the wave, drawing him somewhere else. Then he snapped back to the clearing, all other sensation lost to him.

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Is… everything okay? The Dreamsmith was starting to seem uncomfortably occupied. 9/10mmHB#2 wondered: How would a character react to another Author’s Flaw’s influence?

 

I mean I guess in that case you could exploit that loophole, but it would be better if you looked into the characters secrets not their plans, that way the reactions are better. 
Well then someone better go on a character arc. 

“Inkwell? Are you alright? What… happened? I almost lost my grip on you. If it happens again, it could be… dangerous to you.” Omen’s voice was somber. “In any case, you have finished your trial, so long as you swear an oath to me. In coming here to grant 9/10 a body, you set him free to accomplish great evil. You are responsible for his actions. Swear to me that you will do your utmost to stop him, that you will oppose him no matter what and hinder his every move.”

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“Hm? Of course everything’s alright. I’m just waiting for you to, you know, grow. It’s your trial, after all.” The Dreamsmith began humming to himself. “Did you know I once made a blade that ended up killing an Author?”

17 minutes ago, DragonHeir said:

Rebus raised an eyebrow at the box. Nullite was quite durable, but not indestructible. Power would be an issue, but there should be enough… 

Nothing happened outside the box. 

Rebus remained, gazing at the papers as though frozen in place. 

Jack nodded. “We should get the events at the mall too.” 
-

“I could have said the same to you.” Rebus spun around in his chair, smiling. Antagonist hummed atop his head, almost as though it was laughing manically. “I am here, in part, to offer my congratulations. You’ve beaten me to the Page, and even avoided me reading it through your computer network.” 

Time passed. Cricket fought Malevolence, paying no heed to his actual nemesis. Rebus found other things to do, other ways to keep himself important. Then came the party. 
-

Rebus laughed. “Oh, this is a setback, but it is far from over. The Witherlord is fundamentally unstable, narratively - especially when I still hold Antagonist.” 

”A good idea.” Lyric wrote below the fist entry.

“sometime before that: I met Jack in the forest, then went to a mall to try and find the meaning of life. There was a crazy cultist Sage there who tried to eat our minds.”

Lyric paused, then scribbled in a last note.

”He called me old.”

—

“Thank you.” Malevolence sneered. “I will say this: Bacon is a far better Narrator than you. You would never have been able to get the Page from him.” He pulled Darkseeker off of his back. It appeared to be shrinking, losing the axe blade and transforming into a different kind of bladed weapon.

”Good.” He murmured. “I had worried it wouldn’t change.” Malevolence looked up at Rebus, meeting his eyes and grinning. “You came here for clues about the page, I’m certain. Perhaps hoping to steal it. I presume you’ll attempt to stop me from completing the ritual?”

3 minutes ago, DragonHeir said:

Rebus was truly worried - the Thread was stagnant, close to death. Sequence had thought the same, it seemed - everyone was invited to an unscheduled party. 

-

“Neither. l’d thought you understood me better than this.” Rebus grinned, eyes glittering. “I’m not going to stop what is happening. I’m going to take advantage of it.” 

Rebus smiled - unlike the box, these cuffs certainly had gaps. He didn’t escape immediately, though - the element of surprise was important to maintain. 
That is indeed Nullite.
-

Ooh! This shall be good. 
That was truly intriguing… Rebus waited, watching his memories as he tried to make sense of the development. 

Rebus was there, standing on the path. Antagonist hummed, but he was patiently waiting to fight. Aelinor seemed to misunderstand the functionality of the Blade, but Unintelligible would be an acceptable opponent regardless. 

 

14 minutes ago, Sequence said:

Aelinor just watched, completely still and silent. She reached into a small sheath inside the waistband of her trousers, needing to use both hands and struggling to remove the knife she drew out. As it was drawn, Willow began to glow and lifted into the air, spinning a couple times. It was silent save for a soft buzzing sound as it slowly drifted down to rest upon the vault, the glow and the sound fading. "I will wait here," it said softly before the glow ceased entirely.

Aelinor turned around, looking down the path they had taken here. "... I am no match for Rebus," she said quietly. "I barely swung my sword before Ivisyre beat me. I was supposed to protect her, and instead, she had to sacrifice herself to protect me." Her voice was choked, her expression frustrated. "I should give you Conflict. It's useless in my hands."

Unintelligible stared at Willow, head cocked. “I can teach you to fight.” He offered. “And the Dreamsmith offered the possibility of restoring your hands. As for Rebus…” he glanced at the Antagonist with disdain. “You didn’t specify a timeframe for fighting him. Just sometime after we buried Sequence. So we have plenty of time.”

be a hero. He thought. Help others. It’s what she would want.

[Shatter He/Him]

1 hour ago, Keke said:

she went to a compartment under the helm. There was a cylinder, five cells glowed. A sixth one sparked. "I dont know. I was talking with father and then we shook." She pointed at a tool box. "Get that."

Ryna bent down and picked it up. "What is this?", she asked, curious about the workings of this odd ship. She had always been curious about machinery. "These are some sort of power supply, right?"

[Through The Living Ash he/him]

1 hour ago, Kansas Stormcursed said:

That signal was a lot clearer. She was everywhere.

1 hour ago, Keke said:

erryin waited

rebyl ran onto the deck and came to the help. "Captain?!" She shouted as eli tried to keep rhe ship stable. "REBYL check the power cells!" She nodded and grabbed rynas arm. "Come on im gonna need help if we gotta replace any!"

@DragonHeir

he paused. "What?"

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Atlas looked at his face, she'd never seen him look so serious. "What will happen now that he has the page."

Taeidin glanced up at the strangely luminescent walls around him. He didn't think that he could find them this way; it seemed that Cep's position was being intentionally scrambled. I'm assuming there's a reason they can't just fly over the walls? Picking a wall at random, he gestures to Erryin. "Could you cut out a hole?"

1 hour ago, Unintelligenius said:

Bob looked up in wonder at the monastery that stood before him. Large wood gates, leading into a courtyard, with a crystal fountain and a beautiful garden. But for some reason, it was eerily quiet. 

"Where is everyone?" Bob asks, turning to the wind.

Bob decides to respond to the voice in his head.

"Just how are you gonna help me?"

You want to beat the wind... beat the wind... beat the wind...

I know a way... a way... a way...

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[Keke They/he]

Just now, DragonHeir said:

Rebus smiled - unlike the box, these cuffs certainly had gaps. He didn’t escape immediately, though - the element of surprise was important to maintain. 
That is indeed Nullite.
-

Ooh! This shall be good. 
That was truly intriguing… Rebus waited, watching his memories as he tried to make sense of the development. 

Cyrus chuckled “i know how narration works.” A robotic arm came up with a silver liquid in a neddle. “So i must poke you with this. Dont worry it wont hurt just for a second.” 

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“dr Clarke.” It said and a glitching hologram appeared. It was semi resembalant of symbol but not exactly. “How is your day coming along? My satelites have picked up ma-a—a—a-m-a-n—y” its form sputtered “anomalies in the system. I fear your universe might be on course to collapse.”

1 minute ago, xinoehp512 said:

"Something happened," said Bacon. "I'm afraid we'll have to jump straight to the tricky part. Follow me."

He stepped backwards, falling down a hole.

"He knows how to summon the Witherlord, now," answered Bacon. "Undoubtedly he will try to do so."

Ben followed despite not wanting to.

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atlas wasnt exactly sure who or what that was but she could tell it was bad. “Oh… is there any chance we can fight him?”

2 minutes ago, Shatter said:

Ryna bent down and picked it up. "What is this?", she asked, curious about the workings of this odd ship. She had always been curious about machinery. "These are some sort of power supply, right?"

Rebyl grabbed a strange wrench type tool and cranked some bolts. Then did a few screws and undid wires. Then took a hammar and smacked it a few times till it fell out. “Hand me a spare one from the box.” She said holding her hand out. “And it is a power supply. Energy cores.” She said.

Just now, Ashkaloda said:

Yes, Nullite. 

Taeidin glanced up at the strangely luminescent walls around him. He didn't think that he could find them this way; it seemed that Cep's position was being intentionally scrambled. I'm assuming there's a reason they can't just fly over the walls? Picking a wall at random, he gestures to Erryin. "Could you cut out a hole?"

You want to beat the wind... beat the wind... beat the wind...

I know a way... a way... a way...

they spawn their blade and stab the wall dragging it down

[Kansas Stormcursed he/him]

2 minutes ago, Ashkaloda said:

Taeidin glanced up at the strangely luminescent walls around him. He didn't think that he could find them this way; it seemed that Cep's position was being intentionally scrambled. I'm assuming there's a reason they can't just fly over the walls? Picking a wall at random, he gestures to Erryin. "Could you cut out a hole?"

You want to beat the wind... beat the wind... beat the wind...

I know a way... a way... a way...

Flying over them wasn't tried

2 minutes ago, Keke said:

Cyrus chuckled “i know how narration works.” A robotic arm came up with a silver liquid in a neddle. “So i must poke you with this. Dont worry it wont hurt just for a second.” 

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“dr Clarke.” It said and a glitching hologram appeared. It was semi resembalant of symbol but not exactly. “How is your day coming along? My satelites have picked up ma-a—a—a-m-a-n—y” its form sputtered “anomalies in the system. I fear your universe might be on course to collapse.”

Ben followed despite not wanting to.

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atlas wasnt exactly sure who or what that was but she could tell it was bad. “Oh… is there any chance we can fight him?”

Rebyl grabbed a strange wrench type tool and cranked some bolts. Then did a few screws and undid wires. Then took a hammar and smacked it a few times till it fell out. “Hand me a spare one from the box.” She said holding her hand out. “And it is a power supply. Energy cores.” She said.

they spawn their blade and stab the wall dragging it down

The wall cuts through.

[Keke They/he]

1 minute ago, Kansas Stormcursed said:

Flying over them wasn't tried

The wall cuts through.

they make a square and walk through it. They repeat this in whatever direction taedin tells them to @Ashkaloda

[Through The Living Ash he/him]

18 minutes ago, Kansas Stormcursed said:

Flying over them wasn't tried

The wall cuts through.

I just couldn’t remember if there was like a ceiling or something

17 minutes ago, Keke said:

they make a square and walk through it. They repeat this in whatever direction taedin tells them to @Ashkaloda

Taeidin remains on the other side, looking at the hole in the wall ponderously. He had expected it to react in some way, but perhaps Aeryn was concentrating elsewhere, though on what, he couldn’t imagine. “The maze should be wide enough,” he tells Erryin, “that we can fly up to survey it without space constricting. Do you mind?”

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

7 hours ago, DragonHeir said:

Rebus simply decohered, flowing through the bars of the cage as a cloud of nanomachines before rebuilding his body outside it. 
Assuming there to be gaps, that is. 

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“Of course - but fighting Platypus, going on a quest, or redeeming Malevolence are all dangerous, hard, and not especially secret.” 

“Thank you very much!” Jack smiled at the shopkeeper as she left, then at Lyric. “Sure! We can use the last bit of the notebook for the various wisdom, and the front as your journal.” He wrote “shopkeeper: avoid Narrators and trouble” at the end of the book, then handed it over. 

Someone was laughing. A dark laugh, echoing throughout the warped space inside the vault. “Congratulations, Malevolence.” 

I concur - and I probably won’t even kill them this time. 

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She sighed.

"Ah well. I'll worry about that later. Thank."

And then she was gone.

 

 

2 hours ago, xinoehp512 said:

What, did it not work?

"Yes!" exclaimed Bacon. "Let the music flow through you!"

Suddenly, the music stopped.

Bacon gently redirected Atlas's warp back to the (relatively) safe alleyway.

"That's what I'm afraid of," he said quietly, staring up into the night sky.

No it did but she's underground remember

2 hours ago, NameIess said:

Malevolence held the Page in his hands and marveled at how far he had come. From intern to independent villain to contender for Antagonist to a seeker of darkness. And now, at long last, the power of the Witherlord was within reach. He could not help but laugh.

Almost as soon as Malevolence reentered reality, his exterior teleporters transported him away, detecting the Page in his possession. Not to his base proper, as there was potential damage to security systems from the Vault’s breach. Instead, it transported him to a totally random location.

Malevolence appeared in a forest where trees only fell when there was no one to hear them. There he laughed until his throat was raw.

As he laughed, he read the page. As  he read it, his laughter only redoubled in strength. It echoed through the forest, absolutely making noise despite the lack of outside observers.

Eventually, Malevolence’s laughter died away. He wiped the tears from his eyes and regained his composure. Right. Time to get to work. 

“Time to Refresh.” He said, and drones appeared around him with whirring blades and needles, restoring his lost technology. As they worked, he pulled up the feeds from his Sophon observation network. A good thing I did not go straight to my base. It seems I have a visitor.

Technology restored, Malevolence vanished in a crackle of lightning.

Lyric took the journal and opened it to the first page. He closed his eyes for a moment, then opened them and wrote:

P. 4392: I and Jack bought supplies from a woman in the forest. Jack handled the negotiations, while I kept lookout.

—

Malevolence appeared back in his base, Lost Page no longer in his grasp. He walked over to a half-finished device that looked similar to his Evil Communicator and continued his work on it.

”Hello, Rebus. I don’t recall inviting you to this place.”

Well technically I’m not Nameless, I’m since my name is actually Namiess, so…

*reads*

T~T

2 hours ago, Unintelligenius said:

Bob looked up in wonder at the monastery that stood before him. Large wood gates, leading into a courtyard, with a crystal fountain and a beautiful garden. But for some reason, it was eerily quiet. 

"Where is everyone?" Bob asks, turning to the wind.

Bob decides to respond to the voice in his head.

"Just how are you gonna help me?"

"Dunno. Let's go look."

She pushed the gates open for him.

2 hours ago, NameIess said:

I agree. Actually, I’d planned for the Protagonist/Antagonist thing to be concluded before Malevolence got near the Witherlord, but it sees he’s gotten ahead of me.

actually

i have an idea

I'll PM you in a bit

Edited February 11 by Through The Living Glass

[KaladinsSenseOfHumourSpren He/Him]

15 hours ago, KaladinsSenseOfHumourSpren said:

Renamed nodded. "I do not know of anything that had happened here after Named left. Is there anything important I should know?"

Thank you!

@DragonHeir

[Verdance he/him]

1 hour ago, NameIess said:

“Inkwell? Are you alright? What… happened? I almost lost my grip on you. If it happens again, it could be… dangerous to you.” Omen’s voice was somber. “In any case, you have finished your trial, so long as you swear an oath to me. In coming here to grant 9/10 a body, you set him free to accomplish great evil. You are responsible for his actions. Swear to me that you will do your utmost to stop him, that you will oppose him no matter what and hinder his every move.”

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“Hm? Of course everything’s alright. I’m just waiting for you to, you know, grow. It’s your trial, after all.” The Dreamsmith began humming to himself. “Did you know I once made a blade that ended up killing an Author?”

”A good idea.” Lyric wrote below the fist entry.

“sometime before that: I met Jack in the forest, then went to a mall to try and find the meaning of life. There was a crazy cultist Sage there who tried to eat our minds.”

Lyric paused, then scribbled in a last note.

”He called me old.”

—

“Thank you.” Malevolence sneered. “I will say this: Bacon is a far better Narrator than you. You would never have been able to get the Page from him.” He pulled Darkseeker off of his back. It appeared to be shrinking, losing the axe blade and transforming into a different kind of bladed weapon.

”Good.” He murmured. “I had worried it wouldn’t change.” Malevolence looked up at Rebus, meeting his eyes and grinning. “You came here for clues about the page, I’m certain. Perhaps hoping to steal it. I presume you’ll attempt to stop me from completing the ritual?”

 

Unintelligible stared at Willow, head cocked. “I can teach you to fight.” He offered. “And the Dreamsmith offered the possibility of restoring your hands. As for Rebus…” he glanced at the Antagonist with disdain. “You didn’t specify a timeframe for fighting him. Just sometime after we buried Sequence. So we have plenty of time.”

be a hero. He thought. Help others. It’s what she would want.

“Don’t give 9/10 the credit. I think something terrible just happened at the vault, and it will be preoccupied at worst, at best we’ll have a tenuous alliance. I think when I was in its head, I got some idea of what it is. It’s not a character in the usual sense- and it came here with me, so if I hadn’t been so curious to come here, it wouldn’t exist in TLT in the first place. It is here because of me, has the sword because of me, and it’s already my responsibility. At this point I just have to hope we all survive long enough to have to worry about it.” He realized he was rambling. The experience had rattled him, certainly. “All this to say. Yes. I swear it. I will oppose 9/10mmHB#2.”

Spoiler

For an instant, the realm that 9/10mmHB#2 occupied suddenly rippled, the boundary between the sight, language, and hearing warping and twisting under the weight of an invisible force. For a few moments 9/10’s hearing became a rush of noise, an explosion, screaming, a single discordant note like a metal string, broken voices -knows how to summon the Witherlord- -had worried it wouldn’t cha-  -swear it. I will oppose nine ten- -ended up killing an Author? The experience suddenly ended. 9/10mmHB#2 jolted in shock. That was disorienting. What just happened?

 

[Keke They/he]

1 hour ago, Ashkaloda said:

I just couldn’t remember if there was like a ceiling or something

Taeidin remains on the other side, looking at the hole in the wall ponderously. He had expected it to react in some way, but perhaps Aeryn was concentrating elsewhere, though on what, he couldn’t imagine. “The maze should be wide enough,” he tells Erryin, “that we can fly up to survey it without space constricting. Do you mind?”

erryin jumped up and looked around. @Kansas Stormcursed

[xinoehp512 he/him]

2 hours ago, Keke said:

Ben followed despite not wanting to.

As the pair fell, thoughts began to pop into existence around them.

For Bacon, it was mostly bacon.

For Ben...

2 hours ago, Keke said:

atlas wasnt exactly sure who or what that was but she could tell it was bad. “Oh… is there any chance we can fight him?”

"Fight him? Of course. Maybe even beat him. It's been done before. The question is... what will it cost, this time?"

12 hours ago, Through The Living Glass said:

T~T

well dang

She waited for him to do something.

". . . Sooooo . . ."

"Done! All gone."

[Unintelligenius he/him]

3 hours ago, Ashkaloda said:

Taeidin glanced up at the strangely luminescent walls around him. He didn't think that he could find them this way; it seemed that Cep's position was being intentionally scrambled. I'm assuming there's a reason they can't just fly over the walls? Picking a wall at random, he gestures to Erryin. "Could you cut out a hole?"

You want to beat the wind... beat the wind... beat the wind...

I know a way... a way... a way...

"How?" Bob asks.

2 hours ago, Through The Living Glass said:

"Dunno. Let's go look."

She pushed the gates open for him.

Bob walks into the gate and finds an empty courtyard, the only sound coming from the fountain in the middle. 

"Hello?" Bob shouts, "Is anyone here?"

Bob's voice echoes off the building around him, but there is no reply. 

"Bob turns to the wind, "Do you think they left to go train or what?"

[Keke They/he]

1 hour ago, xinoehp512 said:

As the pair fell, thoughts began to pop into existence around them.

For Bacon, it was mostly bacon.

For Ben...

"Fight him? Of course. Maybe even beat him. It's been done before. The question is... what will it cost, this time?"

"Done! All gone."

Me to Bacon. Me to. 

memories of Atlas flew around. Most of his thoughts were him worried about atlas. Others were killing bacon. Some were killing dot the jesk. Some were prayers, to gods he didnt know if he believed in. Wanting to be fixed. 

-

"Well...Wwhat did jt cost last time?"

[AonEne he/him]

Ene poked his head into the thread to reminisce. "Did the world ever get its population of hamsters back from when they were lost on page two shortly before the creation of Uncle Brandy? I haven't been here in ages. No worries if no one else remembers either." 

[Shatter He/Him]

4 hours ago, Keke said:

Rebyl grabbed a strange wrench type tool and cranked some bolts. Then did a few screws and undid wires. Then took a hammar and smacked it a few times till it fell out. “Hand me a spare one from the box.” She said holding her hand out. “And it is a power supply. Energy cores.” She said.

Ryna looked into the toolbox and picked out a spare. She looked it over and handed it to Rebyl.