The Longest Thread (Misadventures)

[Honors Spectral Image She/her]

12 minutes ago, edgyswordname said:

As she swings the blade, the fabric of reality tears open in front of her, and she barely manages to not stumble through to a random location.

I make post later 

[Verdance he/him]

16 minutes ago, NameIess said:

Malevolence looked past Fog to the mountain's peak. "Of course." His eyes flickered toward her, and a frown crossed his face.

Malevolence began his ascent up the mountain. At this lower section, he was able to walk upwards, taking a winding path past jagged stone outcroppings. Occasionally he reached steep sections where he had to grab handholds for stability, but for now the climb was easy.

"It have been thinking about what you said to me earlier." He said abruptly. "When I told you that I was better in every way. You were right. It was childish of me to claim that. Evil should not make claims, evil should prove them. And so, if you wish it, I will tell you where I have hidden the Lost Page. Give you a fair chance to prove me wrong."

They are at the mountain where the Witherlord was first summoned, and where long ago (around page 1000 I believe) the last Luxsprite Xinoehp fought the Witherlord.

Eden and another random person who looked suspiciously like Inkwell stood at the base of the mountain. The other person had darker, straighter hair, and green eyes, but mostly looked the same. His hand rested on a black sheath at his side, and a necklace with a suspiciously long and sharp bone sat on his sternum. Farther up the mountain, she could see the host of the party and the strange mist woman Inkwell had been speaking to climbing.
Inkwell suddenly materialized next to his clone. “Oh. Hey, 9/10mmHB#2. Have you met Eden?” “Nope,” the other one- 9/10, was it? Said. “Am I to assume that that- is the evil intern?” Eden asked, pointing. “Yup. I have an idea,” Inkwell said, hurriedly sketching a few strange spheres and swallowing them, as well as a strange orange rectangle of light which he touched before it disappeared, and two metal bracelets which he clasps around his upper arm, under his sleeve. “I’ve got a few tricks planned, but you said the sword gave you an omen when it touched you?” Eden grimaced. “It called itself Death Omen.” “We can use that. 9/10, there should be others arriving soon. Would you mind keeping any of Malevolence’s allies busy?” 9/10 sneered, drawing the blade. It was jagged, twisted, asymmetrical on difficult flats, and blacker than Eden thought was possible. “I want this sword in that loser’s face. You distract them.” Inkwell sighed. “You’ve got just the sword. You’ll never survive. I have Shadowlight and Splendorlight. Oh, storms, that’s not going to be confusing.” 9/10 grunted, which Eden took to mean he would do as Inkwell said. “Okay. Let’s wait for the others,” Inkwell finished. 

[NameIess]

4 hours ago, edgyswordname said:

Eden and another random person who looked suspiciously like Inkwell stood at the base of the mountain. The other person had darker, straighter hair, and green eyes, but mostly looked the same. His hand rested on a black sheath at his side, and a necklace with a suspiciously long and sharp bone sat on his sternum. Farther up the mountain, she could see the host of the party and the strange mist woman Inkwell had been speaking to climbing.
Inkwell suddenly materialized next to his clone. “Oh. Hey, 9/10mmHB#2. Have you met Eden?” “Nope,” the other one- 9/10, was it? Said. “Am I to assume that that- is the evil intern?” Eden asked, pointing. “Yup. I have an idea,” Inkwell said, hurriedly sketching a few strange spheres and swallowing them, as well as a strange orange rectangle of light which he touched before it disappeared, and two metal bracelets which he clasps around his upper arm, under his sleeve. “I’ve got a few tricks planned, but you said the sword gave you an omen when it touched you?” Eden grimaced. “It called itself Death Omen.” “We can use that. 9/10, there should be others arriving soon. Would you mind keeping any of Malevolence’s allies busy?” 9/10 sneered, drawing the blade. It was jagged, twisted, asymmetrical on difficult flats, and blacker than Eden thought was possible. “I want this sword in that loser’s face. You distract them.” Inkwell sighed. “You’ve got just the sword. You’ll never survive. I have Shadowlight and Splendorlight. Oh, storms, that’s not going to be confusing.” 9/10 grunted, which Eden took to mean he would do as Inkwell said. “Okay. Let’s wait for the others,” Inkwell finished. 

Malevolence noted the group below him, but continued his ascent. The rainfall was growing heavier now, slicking the rocks and making each step more treacherous than before. Lightning struck nearby as Malevolence heaved himself to the top of a narrow rock shelf, where he decided to rest a moment before continuing. He sat down on the damp stone and looked to the sky, admiring the roiling tempest above. Perhaps a third of the way to the top. He thought. I'll take my time. Let those who would oppose me prepare in vain. Let the Authors watch in horror or glee. I will ascend this mountain, and from its summit ascend to that of evil.

Edited February 14 by NameIess

[xinoehp512 he/him]

On 2/12/2026 at 11:03 PM, Through The Living Glass said:

"Oo. That's cool."

She grinned.

"Fog! You're Charnyx?"

"Aw, but it's nice here . . ."

"I have been called that, yes," said Charnyx, investigating Fog curiously.

Is Fog a withergeist?

On 2/13/2026 at 12:40 AM, NameIess said:

“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.”

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.

Excellent. My question is this: are you aware that Withergeists are incapable of love?

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

Guess we've skipped that part lol

On 2/13/2026 at 7:48 AM, Keke said:

The lightning got stronger, “what did you do to her?

they nodded. Left the mindscape

 

"Gave her a moment to rest," said Bacon. "That's all, unfortunately."

On 2/13/2026 at 7:53 AM, edgyswordname said:

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. 

"Eden!" called Bacon, shaking her. "Are you alright?"

On 2/13/2026 at 7:55 AM, Honors Ghost said:

he woke up and Isabel wrestled control back she slowly set the bird on the ground careful to not disturb its sleep, in her dreams she’d heard of this person, wish maybe?? Who said they could help her so she looked around for them

 

@SpiritOfWrath. @Through The Living Glass

“I’m sorry bacon” Isabel sniffled, “I lost control”

2 hours ago, Honors Ghost said:

“wait but…” Isabel shouts after him “how do I get home” when no reply comes she sits down on the porch and thinks, the bird sleeping in her hair occasionally twitters from a dream, but other than that, the world is silent.

@Through The Living Glass

"Congrats on the new body!" said Bacon. "Excellent artistic eye."

20 hours ago, edgyswordname said:

He’s actually here to attend the villain seminar :3

”Yeah, really great how much time that took. Pointless, too. So, uh…” he glances around the evil lair. “Whatcha doing here? It’s pretty tacky, would you say?” He pauses. “You misspelled my name.” 

"And who might you be?" asked Charnyx.

14 hours ago, edgyswordname said:

Night suddenly kidnaps Inkwell with the starhawk, yanking him over to the alleyway of a crowded city, where a girl in black jeans and a viridian house hoodie stands holding a sword made of gold and black glass. Nearby, someone dressed in a minstrel outfit stands unmoving in a way Inkwell recognizes as being frozen in the passage of Plot as their Author is not present. The girl jumps and points the sword at him. They both suddenly curse over each other, and Night has the starhawk screech every time something foul emerges from their mouths. 
——

“*screech!* Who the *screech* are you?!”, Eden yells as some random person with a glowing bird sitting on his shoulder suddenly materializes in the alley. “Uh, sorry, sorry, sorry, I just got abducted by this *screech* bird.  Old you put the *screech* sword down?” Eden takes a deep breath and tries to lay Death Omen on the ground. Instead, it disappears into black smoke, which takes the form of a gold chain necklace with a smoky quartz pendant at her throat. Great. Non consensual accessorization. “Yeah, that’s great. Can everyone but me teleport?” The boy sighs. “Nope. I’ve found myself much less… mobile as of late. Sorry for startling you. Is that your…” “He’s a friend. I don’t know what’s going on with him. There’s these bird people, one kidnaps orphans or something, and now I’ve teleported here where this sword just told me I’m going to die. Absolute garbage. Damocles type *screech*. I’m Eden, by the way.” 
——

Inkwell brightens when Eden mentions Damocles. “Blue blossom days, huh? Inkwell. Nice to meet you.” He sticks out his hand to shake hers. She hesitantly accepts. “Exactly. Good music. So, should we join the club of people who get random omens and teleported around against their will?” “What kind of omen?” “Just this immense feeling of dread. That and the sword telling me I’m going to die.” “Have you heard of… Malevolence? The Lost Pages?” “No. I haven’t heard anything.” “Sounds like you’re new here. Well, this place is weird. I don’t have any time to explain, but what you’ve got there looks like a Plotblade, and someone is about to…” he trails off. “This is like the third time today I’ve said this. Evil intern. Summoning, not the good kind. World go boom. It’s stupid.” “Sounds stupid. But that’s the kind of thing that would randomly curse you. Now what?” Inkwell shrugged. “I don’t have any way to travel interdimensionally. My evil twin stole that.” 
And just like that, Night is bored. Stop talking to yourself, she tells the Author, sending not one but two nighthawks to transport them to Malevolences lair, since that seems to be where all the characters are.

"Alright!" said Bacon. "Let's go save the world."

12 hours ago, NameIess said:

Malevolence stood in the middle of the party, and felt... melancholy It was a time for celebration, yes, but there was sadness in his anticipation. This was something like a send-off ceremony. For soon he, Malevolence, villain, evil genius, and seeker of darkness, would be dead. Reborn, yes, but not the same.

Malevolence moved to check Darkseeker once more, then stopped. He stood there, hand frozen halfway to Darkseeker's hilt, and knew.

It is time.

Malevolence looked around the room at the partiers. They seemed... alive. Happy. Although in Ribbon's case, he doubted she would be for long. Even he could not help but find... disdain for that relationship. His sense of pride rebelled against it. To be so self-debasing as to sacrifice half of your power for the hope of... a date? Surely this was the weakness of good revealed. The weakness of the emotion known as 'love'.

Malevolence looked within himself. Was there any part of him that was not committed? He thought back to a conversation he'd had with Cricket's friends. Was there any point in friendship? Was love worth it? Did the path of good truly offer something the path of evil could neither explain nor supply?

No.

No, there was no part of Malevolence that regretted the path he'd taken. But there was a part of him that regretted what he would give up. To become the Witherlord would require sacrificing almost everything Malevolence had made himself to be. His inventions would become obsolete. His plans for total dominion of everything, plans he'd been making since before making himself known to the Thread, would be discarded. Even his personality, his mind, his being would be changed so utterly that he would not truly be the same person any longer.

Malevolence quietly stepped from the room, unnoticed by his guests. He walked down a side hallway, passing rooms filled with evil experiments. Half-finished drones incorporating the fundamental metals into their chassis. A new suit of Nullite armor, with an improved alloy and moving pieces that would create unpredictable gaps through which to wield Darkseeker's powers. A few witherrabbits in cages. Malevolence stepped onto a hovering metal disc, which skipped him forwards to his massive hangar, where several warships were being built. Powered by Prismite drives, he'd planned to use them in a campaign against Rebus's empire. He passed by unfolding sophons and experimental low-dimension prison cells.

Malevolence passed by further experiments, weapons, and plans in a blur. Everything he'd gathered, everything he'd fought for. And the secrets he now held in his head outweighed them all. His metal disc set down at the room he'd been looking for. Security and Prime teleportation control. Malevolence stepped inside, then deftly teleported his entire base away from the room the uninvited guests were partying in. He did it in stealth mode, without lightning. Finally made that breakthrough. Thought he. So much effort, and it ends up only being useful to keep some partying annoyances from noticing anything's wrong for a few moments longer.

He hovered his finger over the self-destruct button, intending to destroy all he had made. The Witherlord would be a fresh start. But then he hesitated. He moved his hand away from the self-destruct, instead moving over to the main security terminal.

Malevolence worked quickly, repairing the bypassed security systems and setting the base into lockdown. It would teleport multiple times per second according to a set algorithm which would be almost impossible to decipher. Perhaps some enterprising villain after me shall find this place, and be aided on their path. He thought, ignoring the fact that there would be no villains after him if his plans succeeded.

Malevolence closed his eyes. The feeling he'd felt back in the party had only grown stronger. It was time. Time to begin the ritual. He set his polka-dotted party hat down on the control panel, and gathered what he would need for the ritual. Darkseeker, in a sheath at his side. A personal teleporter. A box with a screen on the top, equipped with a teleporter designed to pierce through interference. A few of his favorite gadgets, but nothing too flashy. It felt... wrong to rely wholesale on technology and tricks for this final trial. Evil should be able to triumph without tricks. Besides, if more was needed, he could always fetch it by teleportation.

Malevolence tapped a few buttons on the box, and it vanished. He considered contacting Charnyx and Rebus, but they would doubtless notice his actions soon. With that, he teleported to the Place of Darkness.

He appeared at the foot of the mountain. Perhaps he should have gone straight to the top. Rebus likely would have done so. But again, this felt right. He would climb the mountain, as part of his final test. He looked up at the trial before him.

It was a jagged thing, with peaks and crags. There was certainly a sinister air about the place. And yet... it seemed to Malevolence to be too calm. The sky was blue, with hardly a cloud in sight. Surely, if such a momentous event as the summoning of the Witherlord were to take place, it should be at least raining.

As if on cue, lightning split the blue sky, striking the mountain's peak. Clouds swirled into existence from nowhere, a whirlpool in the sky. Rain, and hail fell in sheets. Lightning struck again and again. Oddly, Malevolence noticed, the epitome of the storm was not at the mountain's peak. It was centered on him.

With a smile on his face, Malevolence started up the mountain.

@xinoehp512 @DragonHeir @Through The Living Glass @TwinStorm

Malevolence was not present. It seemed he'd slipped away, taking his party hat with him.

Withergeists swirled around the mountain.

[Verdance he/him]

8 minutes ago, xinoehp512 said:

"I have been called that, yes," said Charnyx, investigating Fog curiously.

Is Fog a withergeist?

Guess we've skipped that part lol

"Gave her a moment to rest," said Bacon. "That's all, unfortunately."

"Eden!" called Bacon, shaking her. "Are you alright?"

"Congrats on the new body!" said Bacon. "Excellent artistic eye."

"And who might you be?" asked Charnyx.

"Alright!" said Bacon. "Let's go save the world."

Withergeists swirled around the mountain.

But Eden is gone. Waiting at the base of the mountain with Inkwell and 9/20mmHB#2, very out of her death. I mean depth. Well, close enough.

Edited February 14 by edgyswordname

[xinoehp512 he/him]

1 minute ago, edgyswordname said:

But Eden is gone. Waiting at the base of the mountain with Inkwell and 9/20mmHB#2, very out of her death. 

Bacon could not be stopped by silly things like "asynchronicity" and "not being in the same location."

[Verdance he/him]

12 minutes ago, xinoehp512 said:

Bacon could not be stopped by silly things like "asynchronicity" and "not being in the same location."

9/10mmHB#2 jumped at Bacon’s arrival, drawing Futility. “Nah, he’s with me. Or I’m with him. Something like that,” Eden said. “Yeah, uh, it’s said it’s a Plotblade. Sounds like some meta-“ *screech*, three star hawks censoring the word. “Storming birds. Won’t even let me curse properly,” Eden conceded. The birds made some sort of gagging sounds that Eden interpreted as laughter.

Edited February 14 by edgyswordname

[NameIess]

16 minutes ago, xinoehp512 said:

Guess we've skipped that part lol

Yep, I guess we have.

19 minutes ago, xinoehp512 said:

Withergeists swirled around the mountain.

Malevolence saw the Withergeists, swirling along with the storm. Or was the storm swirling along with them? He picked himself up and continued the climb.

[Aeoryi she/her]

Ribbon, or rather, a more curious aspect of Ribbon, trailed behind Malevolence.

[Through The Living Ash he/him]

5 hours ago, SpiritOfWrath said:

GLASS HA S UNI STILL NOT RESPONDED

*sadness*
@Through The Living Glass

Tell said he’s going to be gone for a couple days

16 hours ago, edgyswordname said:

Omg peak :3 

lmk when your first novel releases I wanna buy the first copy

Inkwell can’t find their oh so gracious host. Instead he has found that all the doors in the evil lair lead nowhere. It seems Malevolence hasn’t even tried any cake. Oh well, it tastes like ink anyhow. Night? He thinks. Could you do me a favor and contact 9/10mmHB#2? I’m not sure of his loyalty but he would definitely join forces against malevolence given the chance. He hurries back to the party, seeking out Ribbon and Fog, deadly serious. “Sorry for heckling you, Ribbon,” he acknowledges. “But the birthday boy is opening his presents early.” @Through The Living Glass@Aeoryi
——

Sanguine scowls, sharpening his fingers into blades. “I’m not here to talk. Are you going to run, or bleed?”

——

A starhawk lands on 9/10mmHB#2 as he stares up at a world where a goddess has broken out of a moon and destroyed the earth. “Hello. Who are you?” The starhawk screeches, conveying urgency. “Alright, alright. I’ll come.” He gets up, surveying the terrain. The Godmother approaches, confused by the presence of a human in a world where all have Ascended. “Goodbye,” he shouts as the starhawk yanks him away through space. 
——

Eden approached Inkwell as he returned from somewhere. Inkwell didn’t notice her, talking to the woman made of water. Suddenly, a starhawk appeared out of nowhere and screeched apologetically, before yanking her away across all space. 

“Let’s not do either of those. Sorry, you’re going to have to wait a minute,” Egis said, looking preoccupied. 

 

[Through the Living Shadow he/him]

Just now, Ashkaloda said:

Tell said he’s going to be gone for a couple days

“Let’s not do either of those. Sorry, you’re going to have to wait a minute,” Egis said, looking preoccupied. 

 

Okay

cool

[Verdance he/him]

5 hours ago, NameIess said:

Malevolence looked past Fog to the mountain's peak. "Of course." His eyes flickered toward her, and a frown crossed his face.

Malevolence began his ascent up the mountain. At this lower section, he was able to walk upwards, taking a winding path past jagged stone outcroppings. Occasionally he reached steep sections where he had to grab handholds for stability, but for now the climb was easy.

"It have been thinking about what you said to me earlier." He said abruptly. "When I told you that I was better in every way. You were right. It was childish of me to claim that. Evil should not make claims, evil should prove them. And so, if you wish it, I will tell you where I have hidden the Lost Page. Give you a fair chance to prove me wrong."

They are at the mountain where the Witherlord was first summoned, and where long ago (around page 1000 I believe) the last Luxsprite Xinoehp fought the Witherlord.

So. I have been delving the depths of the Thread for ancient lore. There’s a first hand record of what happened, I just can’t find it. Are you sure it was around page 1000?

What the actual adonalsium is this on page 901.

Quote

A messenger ran up to the gathered narrators. "Generals, I bring a report from the seventh battalion. There's been an attack by a new Sugar army." The messenger took a breath before continuing: "The pass through the asparagus peaks has fallen. The fortress of grapetil has been captured. The enemy lured our forces out of the walls with a raiding party, then struck like lightning with a force almost twice as large as our own. We were out-maneuvered at every turn. It was a massacre sir, they seemed to know our plans almost before we did. The Champion was there, and also a new leader, Kernel Candy Corn. Sir, with the pass captured, they can freely send their troops to the training camps of the knight of Potatalia! You must send reinforcements at once or they will crush one of our strongest allies."

 

Edited February 14 by edgyswordname

[NameIess]

12 minutes ago, edgyswordname said:

So. I have been delving the depths of the Thread for ancient lore. There’s a first hand record of what happened, I just can’t find it. Are you sure it was around page 1000?

What the actual adonalsium is this on page 901.

 

Not really. But I do believe I remember it happening a while ago. (Like, shortly after I joined the Thread.

Edit: oh, that was pretty much the first plot I started. It was fun.

Edited February 14 by NameIess

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

5 hours ago, SpiritOfWrath said:

*shiver*

What I wrote at 13… *shiver again*

should never see the light of day.

The next thing I wrote though laid the foundations for my Great Spirits world.

real . . .

5 hours ago, NameIess said:

Malevolence looked past Fog to the mountain's peak. "Of course." His eyes flickered toward her, and a frown crossed his face.

Malevolence began his ascent up the mountain. At this lower section, he was able to walk upwards, taking a winding path past jagged stone outcroppings. Occasionally he reached steep sections where he had to grab handholds for stability, but for now the climb was easy.

"It have been thinking about what you said to me earlier." He said abruptly. "When I told you that I was better in every way. You were right. It was childish of me to claim that. Evil should not make claims, evil should prove them. And so, if you wish it, I will tell you where I have hidden the Lost Page. Give you a fair chance to prove me wrong."

They are at the mountain where the Witherlord was first summoned, and where long ago (around page 1000 I believe) the last Luxsprite Xinoehp fought the Witherlord.

ooohhhh ok

She paused briefly as she floated alongside him, turning to regard him with a confused expression.

". . . You're serious? Why would you do that, when you're so close?"

4 hours ago, NameIess said:

Malevolence noted the group below him, but continued his ascent. The rainfall was growing heavier now, slicking the rocks and making each step more treacherous than before. Lightning struck nearby as Malevolence heaved himself to the top of a narrow rock shelf, where he decided to rest a moment before continuing. He sat down on the damp stone and looked to the sky, admiring the roiling tempest above. Perhaps a third of the way to the top. He thought. I'll take my time. Let those who would oppose me prepare in vain. Let the Authors watch in horror or glee. I will ascend this mountain, and from its summit ascend to that of evil.

hehe

4 hours ago, xinoehp512 said:

"I have been called that, yes," said Charnyx, investigating Fog curiously.

Is Fog a withergeist?

Guess we've skipped that part lol

"Gave her a moment to rest," said Bacon. "That's all, unfortunately."

"Eden!" called Bacon, shaking her. "Are you alright?"

"Congrats on the new body!" said Bacon. "Excellent artistic eye."

"And who might you be?" asked Charnyx.

"Alright!" said Bacon. "Let's go save the world."

Withergeists swirled around the mountain.

Fog is a Withergiest yes

11 minutes ago, Ashkaloda said:

Tell said he’s going to be gone for a couple days

“Let’s not do either of those. Sorry, you’re going to have to wait a minute,” Egis said, looking preoccupied. 

 

ahhh ok

Thanks :33

[NameIess]

1 minute ago, Through The Living Glass said:

real . . .

ooohhhh ok

She paused briefly as she floated alongside him, turning to regard him with a confused expression.

". . . You're serious? Why would you do that, when you're so close?"

hehe

Fog is a Withergiest yes

ahhh ok

Thanks :33

“Simple. To prove myself the most worthy of the Witherlord mantle.” Malevolence’s grip slipped, nearly sending him on a one-way trip to the bottom of the mountain. He grunted, recovering himself and climbing to a more stable position. “The Lost Page is in a Nullite cylinder, buried in a vault beneath the cabin in which I met Cricket, Bat, and Tam for the first time. Well, buried beneath the crater, actually. I had to use a backup plan.” He smiled, giving no indication in body language, manner of speech, or mind of the utter and complete lie he was telling.

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

1 minute ago, NameIess said:

“Simple. To prove myself the most worthy of the Witherlord mantle.” Malevolence’s grip slipped, nearly sending him on a one-way trip to the bottom of the mountain. He grunted, recovering himself and climbing to a more stable position. “The Lost Page is in a Nullite cylinder, buried in a vault beneath the cabin in which I met Cricket, Bat, and Tam for the first time. Well, buried beneath the crater, actually. I had to use a backup plan.” He smiled, giving no indication in body language, manner of speech, or mind of the utter and complete lie he was telling.

She regarded him for a moment before sighing disappointedly and floating lazily onto her back, eyes closed.

"S'pose I couldn't have expected anything else from you. Shame on me for thinking you might tell the truth for once. Should've known better."

She hummed quietly to herself for a moment.

"It's . . . funny, actually . . . because of a choice I made rather recently, I'm now going to lose my mind no matter what happens."

She opened her eyes to watch the Withergeist storm.

"At least this way I'll be helping to accomplish what I originally wanted to do."

She smiled sadly.

"The lesser of two evils. Bit ironic."

[NameIess]

5 minutes ago, Through The Living Glass said:

She regarded him for a moment before sighing disappointedly and floating lazily onto her back, eyes closed.

"S'pose I couldn't have expected anything else from you. Shame on me for thinking you might tell the truth for once. Should've known better."

She hummed quietly to herself for a moment.

"It's . . . funny, actually . . . because of a choice I made rather recently, I'm now going to lose my mind no matter what happens."

She opened her eyes to watch the Withergeist storm.

"At least this way I'll be helping to accomplish what I originally wanted to do."

She smiled sadly.

"The lesser of two evils. Bit ironic."

Malevolence half-chuckled, half-grunted as he pulled himself upwards. 

“Is your Author aware that reading reality is not generally a withergeist skill?”

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

1 minute ago, NameIess said:

Malevolence half-chuckled, half-grunted as he pulled himself upwards. 

“Is your Author aware that reading reality is not generally a withergeist skill?”

She smirked and floated ahead a short distance.

"Yes."

[Verdance he/him]

9 minutes ago, Through The Living Glass said:

She regarded him for a moment before sighing disappointedly and floating lazily onto her back, eyes closed.

"S'pose I couldn't have expected anything else from you. Shame on me for thinking you might tell the truth for once. Should've known better."

She hummed quietly to herself for a moment.

"It's . . . funny, actually . . . because of a choice I made rather recently, I'm now going to lose my mind no matter what happens."

She opened her eyes to watch the Withergeist storm.

"At least this way I'll be helping to accomplish what I originally wanted to do."

She smiled sadly.

"The lesser of two evils. Bit ironic."

9/10mmHB#2, itching for a fight and still very Thread-aware, hisses. “Storm this. I’m not waiting for backup any longer.” He unclasps Inconsistency (still in denial that the dagger is named Annoyance,) cuts a rift that emerges next to Fog, and whips the necklace around, forming it into a dagger, but doesn’t enter. “Sorry, Fog. It wasn’t a great idea to try and kill you first I met you. Nevertheless-“ He holds the rift open with Inconsistency and stabs Futility into Fog’s form. It begins drinking in the mordite, greedily, and 9/10 can feel the sword growing stronger. Trying to feed on more than just Fog’s mordite. He grits his teeth and exerts his will against it. Not my soul. Not her soul. The mordite.

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[Through The Living Glass She/They]

Just now, edgyswordname said:

9/10mmHB#2, itching for a fight and still very Thread-aware, hisses. “Storm this. I’m not waiting her any longer.” He unclasps Inconsistency (still in denial that the dagger is named Annoyance,) cuts a rift that emerges next to Fog, and whips the necklace around, forming it into a dagger, but doesn’t enter. “Sorry, Fog. It wasn’t a great idea to try and kill you first I met you. Nevertheless-“ He holds the rift open with Inconsistency and stabs Futility into Fog’s form. It begins drinking in the mordite, greedily, and 9/10 can feel the sword growing stronger. Trying to feed on more than just Fog’s mordite. He grits his teeth and exerts his will against it. Not my soul. Not her soul. The mordite.

She grunted and vanished, reappearing behind him and sending him far, far away.

"Idiot," she hissed.

[NameIess]

Just now, Through The Living Glass said:

She smirked and floated ahead a short distance.

"Yes."

“Clever.” Malevolence said with genuine conviction. “Did you convince Ribbon to give you the other half of her core?”

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

Just now, NameIess said:

“Clever.” Malevolence said with genuine conviction. “Did you convince Ribbon to give you the other half of her core?”

"Thanks, but no. Although she was very helpful."

[Verdance he/him]

2 minutes ago, Through The Living Glass said:

She grunted and vanished, reappearing behind him and sending him far, far away.

"Idiot," she hissed.

9/10mmHB#2 would not be dissuaded. As they keep talking, as if they were friends and Malevolence wouldn’t just force Fog to kill him soon, he tried something. The mordite was touching his mind, but it didn’t have its claws in him yet. So he sunk his teeth into it, figuratively. Forcing the mordite ink blade (about 30% mordite, 68% ink, 2% Investiture at this point) into a different form. It shifted, not quite bending to his will. The figurative claws scraped the figurative skin of his literal mind, but the blade shortened, condensing into a dagger about the same shape as Inconsistency, much easier to use, if not missing some reach.
Fog had somehow teleported him away, into open space. Not a problem, Inkwell could play with his stupid pen but 9/10 knew how to redirect force. He caught himself with a rift, one that shot him upwards through a stormy yellow sky, then as he reached he top of his arc, cut again and landed on his feet a quarter of the way up the mountain, not far from Fog and Malevolence. Starhawks below screeched indignantly. 

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

3 minutes ago, edgyswordname said:

9/10mmHB#2 would not be dissuaded. As they keep talking, as if they were friends and Malevolence wouldn’t just force Fog to kill him soon, he tried something. The mordite was touching his mind, but it didn’t have its claws in him yet. So he sunk his teeth into it, figuratively. Forcing the mordite ink blade (about 30% mordite, 68% ink, 2% Investiture at this point) into a different form. It shifted, not quite bending to his will. The figurative claws scraped the figurative skin of his literal mind, but the blade shortened, condensing into a dagger about the same shape as Inconsistency, much easier to use, if not missing some reach.
Fog had somehow teleported him away, into open space. Not a problem, Inkwell could play with his stupid pen but 9/10 knew how to redirect force. He caught himself with a rift, one that shot him upwards through a stormy yellow sky, then as he reached he top of his arc, cut again and landed on his feet a quarter of the way up the mountain, not far from Fog and Malevolence. Starhawks below screeched indignantly. 

Fog glared at him.

What are you doing?

[Verdance he/him]

Just now, Through The Living Glass said:

Fog glared at him.

What are you doing?

He huffed as he ran up the slope, transforming Annoyance back into a necklace. “Apologizing. Trying to help. I know. You know. The mantle. Controls withergeists-“ he says. Physical exertion is still so storming hard!