Aeoryi she/her Posted February 13 Posted February 13 3 minutes ago, Through The Living Glass said: @NameIess A very, very short time later, Fog once again appeared near Malevolence. "Hello again!" she said cheerfully. aw :3 hehe poor baby she's desperate...
NameIess Posted February 13 Posted February 13 2 hours ago, edgyswordname said: Why quote me :3 inkwell is apparently going to have to be capable of separating twin minds and providing bodies, which is why i made that post But tag Ghost not me Inkwell nodded. Something was impressing a sense of urgency upon him. “Do it.” Reveal hidden contents 9/10mmHB#2 accepted the dagger reverently. “It’s… fitting.” A shiver ran through him. He flicked his wrist, unsuccessful, then repeated the movement until it unwound into a necklace. “It’s… beautiful.” He raised it, clasping it around his neck. It was cold and heavy on his sternum, and he felt… stable. Secure. “It’s… perfect.” He felt an unusual emotion. Something he wouldn’t have dared to express before. Gratefulness. “Thank you,” he said, hesitantly. For some reason he attempted an awkward half-bow. “I cannot thank you enough.” "Very well." The Dreamsmith picked up the pen and closed his eyes. "Every tool needs three things: Power, Form, and Name." "This pen has Power already, formed of metals fundamental." The Dreamsmith set the pen down on his anvil, then reached into a pocket on his apron. "This pen has Form already, but as function changes, so shall form." The Dreamsmith pulled from his pocket a four-pointed medallion, holding it just over the pen. There was a burst of light, followed by a rush of darkness. When it passed, the pen on his anvil was much changed. Lines of white and black swirled along its surface, and it now had a two nibs, one of purest white, the other of darkest black. "As Form and Function change, so too must the Name." The Dreamsmith examined his handiwork. "Do you think 'Writer of Lights and Shadows' works? Or is it too unwieldy?" Spoiler "Of course." The Dreamsmith smiled. "There is no need to thank me; I am merely doing what I love to do. You can summon or dismiss that necklace, though it will not protect you while dismissed. Still, it could be needed for acting in secrecy." The Dreamsmith gestured at the door behind 9/10. "That door will lead you out. I wish you well in your endeavors." If you want, the Dreamsmith could keep them separated in the same body when they leave. Or he could merge them back together as they leave. 1 hour ago, xinoehp512 said: Charnyx's hand remained extended. "We hold many ancient and forgotten secrets of the Great One. Surely there is some aspect of the ritual unknowable to any but us, his true believers." "I understand it all, or so I believe." Malevolence said. "I have long studied the ways of darkness, the ways of the Witherlord." He raised a finger. "However, if I am wrong and cannot carry out the ritual, then I shall show you the page and accept your aid." 1 hour ago, xinoehp512 said: K. I can give you the raw text file with all of the posts in it right now, or if you give me a couple days I can perform some more advanced filtering. Take your time. 49 minutes ago, Through The Living Glass said: @NameIess A very, very short time later, Fog once again appeared near Malevolence. "Hello again!" she said cheerfully. Malevolence raised an eyebrow. "Hello. Come to your senses and decided to offer me aid?" He pressed a few buttons on a nearby control panel. "Now that Rebus is here, it seems just about anyone can show up. I'll have to move my entire base of operations." 2
Aeoryi she/her Posted February 13 Posted February 13 4 minutes ago, NameIess said: "Very well." The Dreamsmith picked up the pen and closed his eyes. "Every tool needs three things: Power, Form, and Name." "This pen has Power already, formed of metals fundamental." The Dreamsmith set the pen down on his anvil, then reached into a pocket on his apron. "This pen has Form already, but as function changes, so shall form." The Dreamsmith pulled from his pocket a four-pointed medallion, holding it just over the pen. There was a burst of light, followed by a rush of darkness. When it passed, the pen on his anvil was much changed. Lines of white and black swirled along its surface, and it now had a two nibs, one of purest white, the other of darkest black. "As Form and Function change, so too must the Name." The Dreamsmith examined his handiwork. "Do you think 'Writer of Lights and Shadows' works? Or is it too unwieldy?" Reveal hidden contents "Of course." The Dreamsmith smiled. "There is no need to thank me; I am merely doing what I love to do. You can summon or dismiss that necklace, though it will not protect you while dismissed. Still, it could be needed for acting in secrecy." The Dreamsmith gestured at the door behind 9/10. "That door will lead you out. I wish you well in your endeavors." If you want, the Dreamsmith could keep them separated in the same body when they leave. Or he could merge them back together as they leave. "I understand it all, or so I believe." Malevolence said. "I have long studied the ways of darkness, the ways of the Witherlord." He raised a finger. "However, if I am wrong and cannot carry out the ritual, then I shall show you the page and accept your aid." Take your time. Malevolence raised an eyebrow. "Hello. Come to your senses and decided to offer me aid?" He pressed a few buttons on a nearby control panel. "Now that Rebus is here, it seems just about anyone can show up. I'll have to move my entire base of operations." Hello again, Ribbon said from the sidelines.
Verdance he/him Posted February 13 Posted February 13 12 minutes ago, NameIess said: "Very well." The Dreamsmith picked up the pen and closed his eyes. "Every tool needs three things: Power, Form, and Name." "This pen has Power already, formed of metals fundamental." The Dreamsmith set the pen down on his anvil, then reached into a pocket on his apron. "This pen has Form already, but as function changes, so shall form." The Dreamsmith pulled from his pocket a four-pointed medallion, holding it just over the pen. There was a burst of light, followed by a rush of darkness. When it passed, the pen on his anvil was much changed. Lines of white and black swirled along its surface, and it now had a two nibs, one of purest white, the other of darkest black. "As Form and Function change, so too must the Name." The Dreamsmith examined his handiwork. "Do you think 'Writer of Lights and Shadows' works? Or is it too unwieldy?" Hide contents "Of course." The Dreamsmith smiled. "There is no need to thank me; I am merely doing what I love to do. You can summon or dismiss that necklace, though it will not protect you while dismissed. Still, it could be needed for acting in secrecy." The Dreamsmith gestured at the door behind 9/10. "That door will lead you out. I wish you well in your endeavors." If you want, the Dreamsmith could keep them separated in the same body when they leave. Or he could merge them back together as they leave. "I understand it all, or so I believe." Malevolence said. "I have long studied the ways of darkness, the ways of the Witherlord." He raised a finger. "However, if I am wrong and cannot carry out the ritual, then I shall show you the page and accept your aid." Take your time. Malevolence raised an eyebrow. "Hello. Come to your senses and decided to offer me aid?" He pressed a few buttons on a nearby control panel. "Now that Rebus is here, it seems just about anyone can show up. I'll have to move my entire base of operations." I had not named it, it was a title. A reference. As much as that would be cool, they are each obtaining something they didn’t have before, which wasn’t even the plan. Not that I’m complaining, but it would be a little much. “It’s a bit of a mouthful,” Inkwell admitted. “I’ve never been the one for long titles. That was 9/10’s idea.” He examined it closely. “I’m going to have to make it a cap for the other side,” he joked. “I’m assuming the bright end is the prismite aligned one, and the other chaotic or ordered dark? It’s beautiful.” Spoiler 9/10mmHB#2 nodded. He tried to exit, but the door wouldn’t let him. It seemed he couldn’t leave until Inkwell was ready. Oh. That’s awkward. I know where you live :3
NameIess Posted February 13 Posted February 13 19 minutes ago, Aeoryi said: Hello again, Ribbon said from the sidelines. Hello. Malevolence transmitted back. Can I ask you a question? 5 minutes ago, edgyswordname said: I had not named it, it was a title. A reference. As much as that would be cool, they are each obtaining something they didn’t have before, which wasn’t even the plan. Not that I’m complaining, but it would be a little much. “It’s a bit of a mouthful,” Inkwell admitted. “I’ve never been the one for long titles. That was 9/10’s idea.” He examined it closely. “I’m going to have to make it a cap for the other side,” he joked. “I’m assuming the bright end is the prismite aligned one, and the other chaotic or ordered dark? It’s beautiful.” Reveal hidden contents 9/10mmHB#2 nodded. He tried to exit, but the door wouldn’t let him. It seemed he couldn’t leave until Inkwell was ready. Oh. That’s awkward. I know where you live :3 "In that case, I shall name it Shadowlight. A bit cliche, but accurate. The Dreamsmith tapped his finger, and the name was engraved on the pen. "It will gather ambient Chaotic Light and Ordered Darkness, allowing you to create with one end and erase with the other. I will warn you that the O.D. end will not fill nearly so quickly as the C.L end, as it permeates the Thread much less commonly." The Dreamsmith frowned. "Perhaps these acronyms are not very good. Anyways, I've also done my best to expand the inkwell, so even with the split capacity it should be able to hold more than before." The Dreamsmith gestured to a sliding switch on the side of Shadowlight. "In a pinch, you can flick this switch to actively draw energy from your surroundings. That could have negative effects on both you and your surroundings, but if you stab the pen into something, it should draw from that first before moving on to other sources." He shrugged. "Sorry for the long explanation, but... I think this pen is cool. Anyways, the door is behind you. I wish you well on your journey." Spoiler "Ah." The Dreamsmith started humming to himself, pulling out a clockwork creature and beginning to tinker as he waited. 1
Aeoryi she/her Posted February 13 Posted February 13 3 minutes ago, NameIess said: Hello. Malevolence transmitted back. Can I ask you a question? Sure, she said with a shrug, it's not even like I'm in a close proximity to you.
Through The Living Glass She/They Posted February 13 Posted February 13 1 hour ago, Aeoryi said: she's desperate... very . . . 52 minutes ago, NameIess said: Malevolence raised an eyebrow. "Hello. Come to your senses and decided to offer me aid?" He pressed a few buttons on a nearby control panel. "Now that Rebus is here, it seems just about anyone can show up. I'll have to move my entire base of operations." She shrugged and grinned, having taken on a slight more human-like shape. She slowly twirled upside-down in the air. Something about her mist seemed off. "I never really had any senses to begin with, anyway, so perhaps. I'll just watch for now."
Aeoryi she/her Posted February 13 Posted February 13 Just now, Through The Living Glass said: very . . . She shrugged and grinned, having taken on a slight more human-like shape. She slowly twirled upside-down in the air. Something about her mist seemed off. "I never really had any senses to begin with, anyway, so perhaps. I'll just watch for now." Teehee
Through The Living Glass She/They Posted February 13 Posted February 13 3 minutes ago, Aeoryi said: Teehee teehee indeed >;3 how far will she go? >:3 We'll find out >;3
Aeoryi she/her Posted February 13 Posted February 13 9 minutes ago, Through The Living Glass said: teehee indeed >;3 how far will she go? >:3 We'll find out >;3 Fog has to ask her out at some point 2
Through The Living Glass She/They Posted February 13 Posted February 13 3 minutes ago, Aeoryi said: Fog has to ask her out at some point XD Maybe eventually Depending on how things go these nexts few scenes
Verdance he/him Posted February 13 Posted February 13 4 minutes ago, NameIess said: Hello. Malevolence transmitted back. Can I ask you a question? "In that case, I shall name it Shadowlight. A bit cliche, but accurate. The Dreamsmith tapped his finger, and the name was engraved on the pen. "It will gather ambient Chaotic Light and Ordered Darkness, allowing you to create with one end and erase with the other. I will warn you that the O.D. end will not fill nearly so quickly as the C.L end, as it permeates the Thread much less commonly." The Dreamsmith frowned. "Perhaps these acronyms are not very good. Anyways, I've also done my best to expand the inkwell, so even with the split capacity it should be able to hold more than before." The Dreamsmith gestured to a sliding switch on the side of Shadowlight. "In a pinch, you can flick this switch to actively draw energy from your surroundings. That could have negative effects on both you and your surroundings, but if you stab the pen into something, it should draw from that first before moving on to other sources." He shrugged. "Sorry for the long explanation, but... I think this pen is cool. Anyways, the door is behind you. I wish you well on your journey." Reveal hidden contents "Ah." The Dreamsmith started humming to himself, pulling out a clockwork creature and beginning to tinker as he waited. "You couldn't possibly know what that name means to me." He picks it up, pulls the small notebook out of his back pocket, and experimentally sketches a pen cap with the white nib. It appears, and he fits it onto the black nib. It also covers the switch. "Wouldn't want any accidents with that. It is. I don't deserve it. And thank you." He approaches the door, then hesitates. "If I ever find an opportunity... I might want to stay here, sometime. Apprentice. When this is all over." He doesn't wait for a response, leaving as he feels a prickle of embarrassment. 3 minutes ago, Aeoryi said: Fog has to ask her out at some point i agree
Through The Living Glass She/They Posted February 13 Posted February 13 13 minutes ago, edgyswordname said: i agree hehehe :3 1 minute ago, Aeoryi said: I'm gonna go to sleep @ me if u need anything Alr!
KaladinsSenseOfHumourSpren He/Him Posted February 13 Posted February 13 8 hours ago, DragonHeir said: “Malevolence has surpassed me in pursuit of the Lost Page - I suspect that will quickly become significant to the Thread as a whole.” "The... Lost Page?"
xinoehp512 he/him Posted February 13 Posted February 13 3 hours ago, Through The Living Glass said: "Fate? Hehe! Who's Fate?" "My Author. He loves speaking with wind. Does it all the time." 3 hours ago, edgyswordname said: Sanguine twisted his arm into a jagged spike and attempted to cut a Wound through reality, to find someone to kill. But the fabric of reality resisted. He tried harder, and the spike-arm was flung backwards by an invisible force. How was this possible? The weak one had done it as easily as breathing. He growled in anger as the stars collected the space before him, the ethereal form of a woman. Night opened her eyes. “Not in my domain. The others are under my protection.” Sanguine lunged at her with the spike, but space itself twisted around him, and he found himself falling into a black hole. “You will stay here, for a time. There are too many Antagonists in the Thread already.” Sanguine tried to respond, but couldn’t. He could barely hold his form together. Night smiled and disappeared, off to her proxy war with the Wind, or to finally see Atrephica read the letter she gave her. @Through The Living Glass —— Eden grinned, keeping her balance as she was yanked away from the basement with Bacon. “That sounds fun. I assume ‘improving the world’ might include taking down some big bad? Perhaps the thing that caused that strange wave of dread? Suddenly, as they arrived, a flash of light blinded Eden momentarily. Somehow it was impressed upon Eden that an author was intervening in her future. A sword lay on the ground a few feet away, gilded, with a blade of dark glass. It felt significant, but terrible.“Bacon… what is that?” "I have no idea," said Bacon, curious. He stepped over and hefted the sword, trying to determine what it was with his NarratorSenses. "Maybe it's a call to action!" 3 hours ago, Keke said: Ben ran over to atlas and scooped her into a hug. She stirred and before she panicked she recognized him. "BEN" she screamed and held him tight. Bacon smiled, watching their reunion. 3 hours ago, Through The Living Glass said: @NameIess A very, very short time later, Fog once again appeared near Malevolence. "Hello again!" she said cheerfully. aw :3 hehe poor baby "And who might you be?" asked Charnyx. 2 hours ago, NameIess said: "I understand it all, or so I believe." Malevolence said. "I have long studied the ways of darkness, the ways of the Witherlord." He raised a finger. "However, if I am wrong and cannot carry out the ritual, then I shall show you the page and accept your aid." Take your time. Malevolence raised an eyebrow. "Hello. Come to your senses and decided to offer me aid?" He pressed a few buttons on a nearby control panel. "Now that Rebus is here, it seems just about anyone can show up. I'll have to move my entire base of operations." Charnyx pursed his lips, but withdrew his hand. "Very well. If you would like, we may withdraw to my organization's base of operations."
CoderDrag0n8 He/They Posted February 13 Posted February 13 6 hours ago, SpiritOfWrath said: Chat what did I miss ALSO i am auctioning off a Notblade, for plot purposes who wants it? @Through The Living Glass ???? @CoderDrag0n8 ???? God Slayer walks through the door. He looks around at the acuction place. if there isn't a door, one appears :3
Through The Living Glass She/They Posted February 13 Posted February 13 4 minutes ago, xinoehp512 said: "My Author. He loves speaking with wind. Does it all the time." "Oo. That's cool." 5 minutes ago, xinoehp512 said: "And who might you be?" asked Charnyx. She grinned. "Fog! You're Charnyx?" 5 minutes ago, xinoehp512 said: Charnyx pursed his lips, but withdrew his hand. "Very well. If you would like, we may withdraw to my organization's base of operations." "Aw, but it's nice here . . ."
NameIess Posted February 13 Posted February 13 3 hours ago, Through The Living Glass said: very . . . She shrugged and grinned, having taken on a slight more human-like shape. She slowly twirled upside-down in the air. Something about her mist seemed off. "I never really had any senses to begin with, anyway, so perhaps. I'll just watch for now." “Watch then, as I descend in glory to the depths of darkness you could never even hope to aspire to.” Malevolence said spitefully. “Despite your advantages in nature, you are still filled with weakness.” 2 hours ago, edgyswordname said: "You couldn't possibly know what that name means to me." He picks it up, pulls the small notebook out of his back pocket, and experimentally sketches a pen cap with the white nib. It appears, and he fits it onto the black nib. It also covers the switch. "Wouldn't want any accidents with that. It is. I don't deserve it. And thank you." He approaches the door, then hesitates. "If I ever find an opportunity... I might want to stay here, sometime. Apprentice. When this is all over." He doesn't wait for a response, leaving as he feels a prickle of embarrassment. i agree The Dreamsmith watches him go with a reserved expression. “I doubt much,” he whispers, “that we will have that opportunity.” Then he turned to his work, and to thoughts of days long past. 3 hours ago, Aeoryi said: Sure, she said with a shrug, it's not even like I'm in a close proximity to you. Excellent. My question is this: are you aware that Withergeists are incapable of love? 1 hour ago, xinoehp512 said: "My Author. He loves speaking with wind. Does it all the time." "I have no idea," said Bacon, curious. He stepped over and hefted the sword, trying to determine what it was with his NarratorSenses. "Maybe it's a call to action!" Bacon smiled, watching their reunion. "And who might you be?" asked Charnyx. Charnyx pursed his lips, but withdrew his hand. "Very well. If you would like, we may withdraw to my organization's base of operations." Malevolence looked up from examining Darkseeker. It was in the form of a one-handed sword now, and he slung it at his waist. “Very well.” He said grudgingly. “My base is compromised, so I shall accept your offer. However, know this.” He looked pointedly at Charnyx, then at Fog as he spoke. “The ritual to summon the Witherlord cannot be completed by just anybody. Charnyx, know that I do not lie when I say this: even if I gave you the pages, you could not use them. The same goes for you Fog. The Witherlord mantle must be earned. You have not earned it, and truly, I do not believe any capable of earning it besides myself.” He glanced at the frozen Rebus. “And the Antagonist over there, I suppose.” @DragonHeir 1
Through The Living Ash he/him Posted February 13 Posted February 13 16 hours ago, Keke said: Rocky walked out of the forest, he was a taller man, around 6’10 and was decently strong. He had a compression shirt, sweats and shaggy silver hair. “Hey now, who are you? And why do you harass this young girl?” they sit down and cross their legs. “Im sure theres something missing.” Cep? Where are you they call out into the Mindscape "If we exit the mindscape and then reenter it, there should be a small window where we appear before them and can act before the maze pops up again," he suggests. 15 hours ago, Unintelligenius said: Bob turned and ran and ran and ran some more until he was sure that he had left the airbenders in his dust. "What, I got like five bucks?" Bob reached into his pocket and felt around for a second. "Nevermind, looks like I only have a dollar", he says as he proudly holds up the bill. Not money... not money... not money... Blood... blood... blood... Just a little... a little... a little... 14 hours ago, SpiritOfWrath said: Yes mmhhmmm but very different Its called the figure, disfigured, here, an Authorial Avatar. A blade, slender and without ornament, materialized in front of the wind. It’s form seemed to shift ever so slightly, but there seemed to be great power within. The stardust spear was very jealous. Stupid Notblade, stealing its thunder. 12 hours ago, edgyswordname said: Sanguine twisted his arm into a jagged spike and attempted to cut a Wound through reality, to find someone to kill. But the fabric of reality resisted. He tried harder, and the spike-arm was flung backwards by an invisible force. How was this possible? The weak one had done it as easily as breathing. He growled in anger as the stars collected the space before him, the ethereal form of a woman. Night opened her eyes. “Not in my domain. The others are under my protection.” Sanguine lunged at her with the spike, but space itself twisted around him, and he found himself falling into a black hole. “You will stay here, for a time. There are too many Antagonists in the Thread already.” Sanguine tried to respond, but couldn’t. He could barely hold his form together. Night smiled and disappeared, off to her proxy war with the Wind, or to finally see Atrephica read the letter she gave her. @Through The Living Glass —— Eden grinned, keeping her balance as she was yanked away from the basement with Bacon. “That sounds fun. I assume ‘improving the world’ might include taking down some big bad? Perhaps the thing that caused that strange wave of dread? Suddenly, as they arrived, a flash of light blinded Eden momentarily. Somehow it was impressed upon Eden that an author was intervening in her future. A sword lay on the ground a few feet away, gilded, with a blade of dark glass. It felt significant, but terrible.“Bacon… what is that?” The black hole vanished as Sanguine neared. "That was embarrassing for you."
Kansas Stormcursed he/him Posted February 13 Posted February 13 16 hours ago, Keke said: Rocky walked out of the forest, he was a taller man, around 6’10 and was decently strong. He had a compression shirt, sweats and shaggy silver hair. “Hey now, who are you? And why do you harass this young girl?” they sit down and cross their legs. “Im sure theres something missing.” Cep? Where are you they call out into the Mindscape Dude you gotta ping me. There's so much activity rn I miss this stuff most of the time There is a vague sense of response that is quickly cut off. 15 hours ago, SpiritOfWrath said: Chat what did I miss ALSO i am auctioning off a Notblade, for plot purposes who wants it? @Through The Living Glass ???? @CoderDrag0n8 ???? Remind me what those do?
Keke They/he Posted February 13 Posted February 13 8 hours ago, xinoehp512 said: "My Author. He loves speaking with wind. Does it all the time." "I have no idea," said Bacon, curious. He stepped over and hefted the sword, trying to determine what it was with his NarratorSenses. "Maybe it's a call to action!" Bacon smiled, watching their reunion. "And who might you be?" asked Charnyx. Charnyx pursed his lips, but withdrew his hand. "Very well. If you would like, we may withdraw to my organization's base of operations." The lightning got stronger, “what did you do to her? 32 minutes ago, Ashkaloda said: "If we exit the mindscape and then reenter it, there should be a small window where we appear before them and can act before the maze pops up again," he suggests. Not money... not money... not money... Blood... blood... blood... Just a little... a little... a little... The stardust spear was very jealous. Stupid Notblade, stealing its thunder. The black hole vanished as Sanguine neared. "That was embarrassing for you." they nodded. Left the mindscape 16 minutes ago, Kansas Stormcursed said: Dude you gotta ping me. There's so much activity rn I miss this stuff most of the time There is a vague sense of response that is quickly cut off. Remind me what those do?
Kansas Stormcursed he/him Posted February 13 Posted February 13 Just now, Keke said: The lightning got stronger, “what did you do to her? they nodded. Left the mindscape @Ashkaloda The two appeared high up on a mountain, looking over a frozen plain. Not the solution I expected, but I like it
Keke They/he Posted February 13 Posted February 13 2 minutes ago, Kansas Stormcursed said: @Ashkaloda The two appeared high up on a mountain, looking over a frozen plain. Not the solution I expected, but I like it Waiting for ash
Verdance he/him Posted February 13 Posted February 13 (edited) 8 hours ago, xinoehp512 said: "My Author. He loves speaking with wind. Does it all the time." "I have no idea," said Bacon, curious. He stepped over and hefted the sword, trying to determine what it was with his NarratorSenses. "Maybe it's a call to action!" Bacon smiled, watching their reunion. "And who might you be?" asked Charnyx. Charnyx pursed his lips, but withdrew his hand. "Very well. If you would like, we may withdraw to my organization's base of operations." Eden grabbed the sword by the handle, lifting it to examine the black glass blade. Immediately she was thrust into a vision- herself, bleeding out, shadows dancing around her as she died. When she returned to reality, the world spun. I’m sorry, Eden, the Plotblade whispered into her mind. My name is Death Omen. You should not have picked me up. —— Night watched curiously as another Author attempted to release a third antagonist into the current plot. As the black hole Sanguine was falling into disappeared, she blinked, and the demon was dragged across the light years into the core of a star in the process of supernova. This immediately destroyed Sanguine’s body, dispersing its particles over solar systems, while yet another black hole appeared in the place where Sanguine’s mind resided. —— Inkwell awoke on the sand outside the vault, which, more than a glimpse revealed was almost completely blasted apart. The light burned his eyes. Something was around his neck. Omen was nowhere to be seen. Spoiler The Dreamsmith couldn’t do it. So You’re going to have to do it instead. “Omen’s trial for me involved me taking responsibility for your actions. Why should I enable you?” Spoiler The Dreamsmith’s trial for me involved taking responsibility for my actions. And you made a promise. Inkwell sighed. “Fine.” He drew Futility, cutting a rift back to the cabin. He stared at the moon. This was going to be a bad idea. He shook himself, entered the cabin, and began to draw himself. Inkwell was small for the age of seventeen, not misgrown but under average height and slightly skinny. His skin was pale, his hair in soft black curls, he had the fingers of a pianist (which he wanted to be someday), a face more curved than stark, and blue-grey eyes. The drawing had many of the same attributes, but the eyes were green, the hair straighter, the stance slightly less relaxed. He had tried to create true life before, and had ended up with ink stained corpses and malformed black blobs, back in his home world. But never in his home world had he made lerasium, or visited the Dreamsmith. Shadowlight burned through ink more slowly than before, but it was still alarming how quickly the drawing devoured it. When he had finished, he held it up to the moonlight shining through the window. “What do you think?” Spoiler I think it’s perfect, except it’s just a drawing. 9/10mmHB#2 seized control of Inkwell’s body. First, he removed the weight from their neck- what turned out to be a necklace, with a long bone blade and interlocking twisting segments that formed a handle when 9/10 flicked his wrist. He laid the dagger on the desk, examined Shadowlight, and left it in Inkwell’s pocket. Then he flipped through the notebook, finding the page with Futility. “I’m going to keep this. It’s the only good thing I have ever made.” Inkwell was not comfortable with the thought, but it was true. 9/10mmHB#2 ripped out the page, folding it carefully and placing it on the dagger. Then he took out Shadowlight, and signed his name in cursive on the fresh drawing. Immediately Inkwell found himself back in control of his own body, the Backseat collapsing behind him as 9/10mmHB#2 vacated his mind. Dizzy, he turned to see the drawing come to life, the necklace dagger draped across a black t-shirt as 9/10 fastened it around his neck. He put Futility and his body’s drawings into a back pocket, and nodded to Inkwell curtly, giving a small attempt at a smile. “Thank you,” he said. “Until we meet again.” Then he was gone, the Futility of Existence cutting a rift through reality, and Inkwell was alone. A sphere of swirling teal and magenta light appeared out of nowhere, and chirped sadly. “Yes. He’s gone,” Inkwell responded to Cleo. And he turned to watch the moon through the window. Edited February 13 by edgyswordname 1
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