The Longest Thread (Misadventures)

[TwinStorm He/Him]

1 hour ago, NameIess said:

  

Lyric slowly sat up, head pounding. "I can guide us." He held a hand out to Iromem. "Help me stand."

@DragonHeir@TwinStorm

The Witherlord sighed. Now he'd have to go destroy a planet or something while he planned.

It is best generally to keep to one Narrator (at a time) per Author. 

Seamus extended a hand. His hand was large and his grip callused. A man of the land.

[KaladinsSenseOfHumourSpren He/Him]

5 hours ago, NameIess said:

  It is best generally to keep to one Narrator (at a time) per Author. 

Alright.

[Honors Spectral Image She/her]

On 2/25/2026 at 5:40 PM, Verdance said:

Iromem’s expression darkens. “I’m going to be brutally honest with you? You couldn’t do anything for me, not short of resurrecting the dead, and that never turns out well.” He waits for Lyric and Jack’s reaction before setting out to find Owen. 
——

Eden pretends Isabel didn’t just throw herself in a fire. She had better hope those pockets were fireproof, or the drawing was cooked. 
alr good luck with that

Isabel sat in her cradle of fire, all sorrounding just close enough to keep her warm but never close enough to burn her. She thought there’s no way the letter could be him, she was sure he was gone. But… she crawled out of the fire, she looked to Eden “thank you so so so so soooo much for everything but I’m afraid I have somewhere I need to be now” she grabbed the knife a bottle of water and the bird that had been sitting on a scarf on the table and left the house tucking the bird into a inner pocket of the jacket and slicing the dagger to open a portal. Eden saw the letter still on the table and tried to yell out but Isabel was already through and the portal was rapidly closing

@Through The Living Glass

@Verdance

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

33 minutes ago, Honors Ghost said:

Isabel sat in her cradle of fire, all sorrounding just close enough to keep her warm but never close enough to burn her. She thought there’s no way the letter could be him, she was sure he was gone. But… she crawled out of the fire, she looked to Eden “thank you so so so so soooo much for everything but I’m afraid I have somewhere I need to be now” she grabbed the knife a bottle of water and the bird that had been sitting on a scarf on the table and left the house tucking the bird into a inner pocket of the jacket and slicing the dagger to open a portal. Eden saw the letter still on the table and tried to yell out but Isabel was already through and the portal was rapidly closing

@Through The Living Glass

@Verdance

The bird squawked and settled in her pocket uneasily.

[Unintelligenius he/him]

23 hours ago, Unintelligenius said:

Bob laughed at how silly the wind looked. Then he stepped forward, placed the magical necklace on the body, and waited to see what would happen.

@Verdance

[Shatter He/Him]

11 hours ago, Keke said:

erryin heaves out of breath. “Cep…….” They whisper and run forward pulling him into a hug. Their hair was messier then usual and clothing torn but they didnt care.. cep was safe.

Rebyl looked over at rebus assuming they had walked away for a bit, or at least this version had though there wasnt really two versions. Whatever. She looks over at rebus “i know hes not… the best in this universe. But hes trying to be better. That counts for something right?”

 

Ryna eyed Rebyl. "I guess I'll see, though I will never be able to forgive him fully."

[Honors Spectral Image She/her]

8 hours ago, Through The Living Glass said:

The bird squawked and settled in her pocket uneasily.

Isabel thought about what inkwell had said about being able to change her clothes at will and as she stepped through the portal she made the inside pocket feel closer to a soft warm birds nest than a pocket

[Keke They/he]

18 hours ago, Kansas Stormcursed said:

"Our father..."

Aeryn sighs. "There's still a voice in my head."

erryin nodded. “I could put up a sheild? In your head i mean.”

7 hours ago, Shatter said:

Ryna eyed Rebyl. "I guess I'll see, though I will never be able to forgive him fully."

She smiled. “Thats okay. You dont have to like everyone.”

[Kansas Stormcursed he/him]

1 minute ago, Keke said:

erryin nodded. “I could put up a sheild? In your head i mean.”

She smiled. “Thats okay. You dont have to like everyone.”

Cep shakes his head. "She's stuck with it. Unless maybe Father can undo it. His work is ..rather permanent."

[Through The Living Ash he/him]

6 minutes ago, Kansas Stormcursed said:

Cep shakes his head. "She's stuck with it. Unless maybe Father can undo it. His work is ..rather permanent."

"Why would he make Aeryn attack you? He seemed to hold some affection for you."

[Kansas Stormcursed he/him]

2 minutes ago, Ashkaloda said:

"Why would he make Aeryn attack you? He seemed to hold some affection for you."

"I don't believe this is on purpose. His true work is stronger than this. This seems more like something went wrong."

[ThroughTheLivingSequence she/her/they/them]

On 2/20/2026 at 10:23 AM, xinoehp512 said:

The Plotblade of Conflict can grant skill. What it cannot grant is determination.

Conflict can be used to defeat a more powerful opponent if the wielder is more determined than that opponent.

Ohhhh, I see… That’s actually kinda scary  

On 2/20/2026 at 11:00 AM, NameIess said:

"Yes," Unintelligible said. "The Witherlord is a much more pressing issue than Rebus.”

 

On 2/21/2026 at 6:36 AM, DragonHeir said:

Rebus… nodded. “Yes. Until the Witherlord has been defeated, you may very well need the Blade. We can wait.” 

Aelinor glanced between both of them, shifting on her feet uneasily. She glanced back at the stone vault nestled in the foliage. 

“… Yeah. Okay.” She looked down at her ruined hands, and summoned Conflict, balancing the sword between her hands. She looked at it for a moment. “I’ll… hold onto it.” She looked at Unintelligible. “Would you… help me learn how to use it?”

[xinoehp512 he/him]

On 2/20/2026 at 10:37 AM, Verdance said:

Electrum Compounding ??? @xinoehp512

Conflict is a Plotblade, and so works on a narrative level.

If someone tried using magical means to reduce determination, then Conflict would grant resistance to that effect. 

On 2/20/2026 at 11:00 AM, NameIess said:

"As I thought." The Witherlord murmured. He gestured to Fog. "Fog is my new right hand. You will obey her as you would me." He smiled. "Unless you think you would be a better fit for the job. Know that I will not forbid competition among those who serve me, so long as it does not harm our goals overly much."

"...I understand," said Charnyx. He glanced aside at Fog. "What is your will, great Dragon?"

@Through The Living Glass

On 2/22/2026 at 10:33 AM, AonEne said:

"I didn't always know them well, but they seemed like good people," Ene said quietly. 

"Alright. What do you need me to do to help?" 

The Witherlord is familiar but I can't remember anything about it by now - was it something to do with ghanderflaffles (did I even spell that right) or am I making that up? 

Bacon nodded. "Thank you." Then he vanished.

Not particularly. He was an antagonist for Xinoehp and Sophie.

On 2/24/2026 at 6:59 PM, DragonHeir said:

Rebus nodded, smiling. “Thank you.” Sequence could see a figure in a white longcoat appear just outside the border - it was Rebus, of course, saving himself some walking in light of the much longer trek within Onyx’s Realm. As he passed through into Onyx’s Realm, the copy of him by Subversion turned back to her. “Is there anything you desire in return?” 

On 2/24/2026 at 9:28 PM, DragonHeir said:

Rebus nodded. "I shall." Then he disappeared, and in the distance took his second step through Onyx's Realm. 

Around him, dead branches rustled in a wind that wasn't there.

Nothing happened. No guide appeared to lead him, nor destroyer to hinder him.

@DragonHeir

[Shatter He/Him]

7 hours ago, Keke said:

erryin nodded. “I could put up a sheild? In your head i mean.”

She smiled. “Thats okay. You dont have to like everyone.”

Ryna smiled thinly. "What's it like on the planet we're going to?"

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

9 hours ago, Honors Ghost said:

Isabel thought about what inkwell had said about being able to change her clothes at will and as she stepped through the portal she made the inside pocket feel closer to a soft warm birds nest than a pocket

It cooed happily.

1 hour ago, xinoehp512 said:

Conflict is a Plotblade, and so works on a narrative level.

If someone tried using magical means to reduce determination, then Conflict would grant resistance to that effect. 

"...I understand," said Charnyx. He glanced aside at Fog. "What is your will, great Dragon?"

@Through The Living Glass

Bacon nodded. "Thank you." Then he vanished.

Not particularly. He was an antagonist for Xinoehp and Sophie.

Around him, dead branches rustled in a wind that wasn't there.

Nothing happened. No guide appeared to lead him, nor destroyer to hinder him.

@DragonHeir

She grinned.

"Go stop Rebus and the others from leaving the Thread. They've built a ship of some kind to escape on . . ."

[NameIess]

The Witherlord watched a world burn.

Surprisingly, his hand had not begun the blaze, although he had perhaps laid the tinder.

This universe was doomed. With Malevolence the Witherlord had struck down its core, creating a rift to the Void that steadily grew, consuming stars and galaxies entire. Reality would break down, darkness would grow rampant, and eventually, death would come to this world and all who lived on it.

But it was not the Witherlord who had begun the fighting on this planet. Indeed, their destruction by his hand was distant, perhaps as far off as three centuries. If they had responded to the discovery of their doom with cooperation, perhaps they may have been able to delay their destruction by flight to a more distant planet, or even escape to another universe entire.

But that had not been their reaction, a fact the Witherlord found most pleasing. The response to him was desperation, strife, and destruction.

To ensure the fighting did not end before it was too late, the Witherlord called forth a few choice creatures of darkness. Withergeists of illusion, to bond to those willing to serve his ends. Those bonded would become leaders in the conflict, claiming to fight against the doom, while ensuring that no unity could form to allow that doom to be prevented.

That done, the Witherlord watched the destruction, and planned his next move. This universe was a mere trifle, a useless nothing, cared for by no Author or Narrator. Scarce were the places established, cared for, fleshed out. The Ghanderflaffle empire was hardly remembered, and almost impossible to truly destroy in any case, even for one such as him. Death and rebirth was a part of their lore, their identity as a people. They would die truly in the end, but he could hardly begin a campaign that way. Rebus's empire was a promising target, particularly due to the Narrator's preparations for war against him, but again, very poorly fleshed out. Sequence's world was a part of that empire, and would have been a promising target indeed if it were not for Ivisyre already destroying it. To begin a campaign of total destruction by redestroying what had already been ruined once... was not appealing to the Witherlord. It stank of weakness. Onyx's realm was an unknown, and would doubtless he would face fierce resistance there.

There was Heaven, of course. Thought Sanguine had as yet failed to reach heaven, the Witherlord had no doubt that he could achieve that realm's destruction. Indeed, the Witherlord was beginning to feel that heaven was the best starting point, when a thought occurred to him.

It was a dastardly thought, and ever so thematically appropriate. A target that would cause anguish and pain in one of the Witherlord's most threatening foes. A target that would crush hopes, draw out heroes for destruction, and ensure a proper beginning to his campaign.

The Witherlord smiled, and vanished into the void to gather his forces.

On 2/26/2026 at 5:27 PM, TwinStorm said:

Seamus extended a hand. His hand was large and his grip callused. A man of the land.

Lyric accepted Seamus's hand and climbed to his feet. His head spun and vision swam, but as he released Seamus's hand he managed to stay upright.

Lyric hummed a somber tune, and laid a hand on nearby rubble.

"Temple of Plot, aid us. Reveal surviving souls within, show us son of Seamus. Aid us, broken temple. Guide us in our search."

With those words, Lyric set off through the rubble of the temple.

@DragonHeir@Verdance

On 2/27/2026 at 10:27 AM, Sequence said:

Aelinor glanced between both of them, shifting on her feet uneasily. She glanced back at the stone vault nestled in the foliage. 

“… Yeah. Okay.” She looked down at her ruined hands, and summoned Conflict, balancing the sword between her hands. She looked at it for a moment. “I’ll… hold onto it.” She looked at Unintelligible. “Would you… help me learn how to use it?”

Unintelligible nodded. "Of course." He frowned. "Although... I have no idea how to teach you how to use a Plotblade. I never had much luck finding a useful one, so I never really gained much experience using one."

[TwinStorm He/Him]

17 minutes ago, NameIess said:

The Witherlord watched a world burn.

Surprisingly, his hand had not begun the blaze, although he had perhaps laid the tinder.

This universe was doomed. With Malevolence the Witherlord had struck down its core, creating a rift to the Void that steadily grew, consuming stars and galaxies entire. Reality would break down, darkness would grow rampant, and eventually, death would come to this world and all who lived on it.

But it was not the Witherlord who had begun the fighting on this planet. Indeed, their destruction by his hand was distant, perhaps as far off as three centuries. If they had responded to the discovery of their doom with cooperation, perhaps they may have been able to delay their destruction by flight to a more distant planet, or even escape to another universe entire.

But that had not been their reaction, a fact the Witherlord found most pleasing. The response to him was desperation, strife, and destruction.

To ensure the fighting did not end before it was too late, the Witherlord called forth a few choice creatures of darkness. Withergeists of illusion, to bond to those willing to serve his ends. Those bonded would become leaders in the conflict, claiming to fight against the doom, while ensuring that no unity could form to allow that doom to be prevented.

That done, the Witherlord watched the destruction, and planned his next move. This universe was a mere trifle, a useless nothing, cared for by no Author or Narrator. Scarce were the places established, cared for, fleshed out. The Ghanderflaffle empire was hardly remembered, and almost impossible to truly destroy in any case, even for one such as him. Death and rebirth was a part of their lore, their identity as a people. They would die truly in the end, but he could hardly begin a campaign that way. Rebus's empire was a promising target, particularly due to the Narrator's preparations for war against him, but again, very poorly fleshed out. Sequence's world was a part of that empire, and would have been a promising target indeed if it were not for Ivisyre already destroying it. To begin a campaign of total destruction by redestroying what had already been ruined once... was not appealing to the Witherlord. It stank of weakness. Onyx's realm was an unknown, and would doubtless he would face fierce resistance there.

There was Heaven, of course. Thought Sanguine had as yet failed to reach heaven, the Witherlord had no doubt that he could achieve that realm's destruction. Indeed, the Witherlord was beginning to feel that heaven was the best starting point, when a thought occurred to him.

It was a dastardly thought, and ever so thematically appropriate. A target that would cause anguish and pain in one of the Witherlord's most threatening foes. A target that would crush hopes, draw out heroes for destruction, and ensure a proper beginning to his campaign.

The Witherlord smiled, and vanished into the void to gather his forces.

Lyric accepted Seamus's hand and climbed to his feet. His head spun and vision swam, but as he released Seamus's hand he managed to stay upright.

Lyric hummed a somber tune, and laid a hand on nearby rubble.

"Temple of Plot, aid us. Reveal surviving souls within, show us son of Seamus. Aid us, broken temple. Guide us in our search."

With those words, Lyric set off through the rubble of the temple.

@DragonHeir@Verdance

Unintelligible nodded. "Of course." He frowned. "Although... I have no idea how to teach you how to use a Plotblade. I never had much luck finding a useful one, so I never really gained much experience using one."

The ground seemed to rumble. Then, whispers. Ever so faint, seeming only to come to Lyric. We are the stones. We have seen age after age, silent. But now oaths have been broken. Blood has been spilled. And we, the stones, wake.

That which you seek is gone from here. Far, in the shadows.

Seamus set off after Lyric, unsteadily.

@DragonHeir @Verdance

[Through the Living Heir he/him]

On 2/25/2026 at 10:09 PM, Kansas Stormcursed said:

Nick stills completely. Asharak draws the blade about halfway out of the sheath. Hr also shifts in front of Rebus, nudging him back to keep about a meter between them and the apparatus.

The Prismite abruptly converted, a few leftover fragments blasted into the air with a bang. 

On 2/25/2026 at 10:09 PM, Aeoryi said:

The Guardian let out a crescendo of a cackle, which slowly got louder and louder. 

She desired the Plotblade, and it was finally time to... to feast.

The man finally noticed, and drew Dramatic Irony - though it was long after what would be expected from the noise. His grip was poor, the blade pointed downward, but his stance and footwork were very very good. The meaning of this was unlikely to be ascertained, for obvious reasons. 

On 2/25/2026 at 11:11 PM, Through The Living Glass said:

"Maybe a bit."

The droplets of mist encapsulated the nanomachines and destroyed them.

"What've you got there?"

The nanomachines, though diminishing, began to consume the ground to restock their number. 
Rebus had slipped the object - whatever it was - into his sleeve.“You’re not the only thousand-page callback to be found.” He smiled. “Now please, either make an attempt at bargaining, show yourself, or leave us to our training montage. I would rather not have to call you a decrepit excuse for a Narrator, nor blackmail Ribbon.” 

On 2/26/2026 at 1:15 AM, KaladinsSenseOfHumourSpren said:

"A... new character?"

Can I just create a Narrator?

“Indeed. Ask around for a Narrator, and one should come into existence - if your Author creates them, they’ll lack the plot armor that protects even, say, Utility.” 

On 2/26/2026 at 9:47 AM, Keke said:

Atlas grabbed Stuffie and put him on her shoulder, using narratation to keep him there. “How will he help?”

-

cyrus set down his things, “alright to my office” he said walking through the door and sitting at his desk. “So why do you need me exactly. No riddles.”

-

well technically she hadnt put anything on it yet but whatever. She entered the med bay and sat rebus down. “Now, any allergies? Well no cause you’re a magic guy. Force of habit question.” She grabbed some things, a like gel type thing and some bandages. 

-

just in case they chopped him up more and started taking the peices to an incinerator. Cause kimo has one of those

“Tone,” Rebus explained. “Emotional context matters, almost more than actual power does.” 
-

“I’m making something that could be used to face the Witherlord head-on, but I need quite a lot of Prismite to do it.  In fact, given your feelings on Narrators, this could benefit us both - I would have to strip your brother of his powers.” 
-

“Actually, being a ‘magic guy’ gives me a few substances I’d react poorly to. You wouldn’t be using them, of course.” 
-

Amoebus burst to life, Mordite carapace springing from his skin to block the blades - for even an entity such as him could be harmed by Mordite. He drew himself up, broken body merging together into a mass of Mordite and nanotech, and literally growled. 

On 2/26/2026 at 2:06 PM, Shatter said:

She gestures and searches for words. "The Silence is... a Thread Twisted so tight, I cannot sense them. I cannot sense your father. He," she swallows, "has done things. Bad things. His Thread is Twisted."

“You’re right. You shouldn’t trust me in the slightest,” Rebus whispered, essentially inaudible. 

21 hours ago, xinoehp512 said:

Around him, dead branches rustled in a wind that wasn't there.

Nothing happened. No guide appeared to lead him, nor destroyer to hinder him.

@DragonHeir

I’ll note Fog is either lying or misinformed - presumably on purpose. Rebus is trying to get to an alternate universe, but that’s inside the Thread, and is not to be reached by ship. 
Rebus looked around, a little surprised by the stillness, then continued to walk. He’d brought utility fog, of course - he’d seen bloodsucking flies assail the Traveler, and wanted no part in that - but refrained from bringing a vehicle; this journey deserved respect. 

1 hour ago, NameIess said:

Lyric accepted Seamus's hand and climbed to his feet. His head spun and vision swam, but as he released Seamus's hand he managed to stay upright.

Lyric hummed a somber tune, and laid a hand on nearby rubble.

"Temple of Plot, aid us. Reveal surviving souls within, show us son of Seamus. Aid us, broken temple. Guide us in our search."

With those words, Lyric set off through the rubble of the temple.

@DragonHeir@Verdance

Unintelligible nodded. "Of course." He frowned. "Although... I have no idea how to teach you how to use a Plotblade. I never had much luck finding a useful one, so I never really gained much experience using one."

Jack, still holding the coin, wandered blearily after him. 
-

Rebus smiled. “I can provide some instruction, should you wish to trust me.” 

[Aeoryi she/her]

8 minutes ago, DragonHeir said:

The man finally noticed, and drew Dramatic Irony - though it was long after what would be expected from the noise. His grip was poor, the blade pointed downward, but his stance and footwork were very very good. The meaning of this was unlikely to be ascertained, for obvious reasons. 

The Guardian cackled as her long serpentine body swooped down to leer at the man from above. Her teeth were as sharp as daggers, and a clear crystalline substance meddled with dark fog within was clad onto her body in an unorganized fashion. 

"Give me the blade..." She hissed.

Little did the man know that what was truly lurking was far worse than one serpent. In fact, it was multiple.

[Keke They/he]

6 minutes ago, DragonHeir said:

Tone,” Rebus explained. “Emotional context matters, almost more than actual power does.” 
-

“I’m making something that could be used to face the Witherlord head-on, but I need quite a lot of Prismite to do it.  In fact, given your feelings on Narrators, this could benefit us both - I would have to strip your brother of his powers.” 
-

“Actually, being a ‘magic guy’ gives me a few substances I’d react poorly to. You wouldn’t be using them, of course.” 
-

Amoebus burst to life, Mordite carapace springing from his skin to block the blades - for even an entity such as him could be harmed by Mordite. He drew himself up, broken body merging together into a mass of Mordite and nanotech, and literally growled. 

She nodded and got back into form. 

-

He grinned. "So you want his location?"

-

She carefully applied the gel to the top of the burn. It would start sizzling and burn a bit. "It'll hurt for a bit, then it'll go numb. It essentially puts a barrier thing." She said and started wrapping the area. 

-

Freaking die furry rebus!!!

They throw more bombs at him. 

[TwinStorm He/Him]

28 minutes ago, DragonHeir said:

The Prismite abruptly converted, a few leftover fragments blasted into the air with a bang. 

The man finally noticed, and drew Dramatic Irony - though it was long after what would be expected from the noise. His grip was poor, the blade pointed downward, but his stance and footwork were very very good. The meaning of this was unlikely to be ascertained, for obvious reasons. 

The nanomachines, though diminishing, began to consume the ground to restock their number. 
Rebus had slipped the object - whatever it was - into his sleeve.“You’re not the only thousand-page callback to be found.” He smiled. “Now please, either make an attempt at bargaining, show yourself, or leave us to our training montage. I would rather not have to call you a decrepit excuse for a Narrator, nor blackmail Ribbon.” 

“Indeed. Ask around for a Narrator, and one should come into existence - if your Author creates them, they’ll lack the plot armor that protects even, say, Utility.” 

“Tone,” Rebus explained. “Emotional context matters, almost more than actual power does.” 
-

“I’m making something that could be used to face the Witherlord head-on, but I need quite a lot of Prismite to do it.  In fact, given your feelings on Narrators, this could benefit us both - I would have to strip your brother of his powers.” 
-

“Actually, being a ‘magic guy’ gives me a few substances I’d react poorly to. You wouldn’t be using them, of course.” 
-

Amoebus burst to life, Mordite carapace springing from his skin to block the blades - for even an entity such as him could be harmed by Mordite. He drew himself up, broken body merging together into a mass of Mordite and nanotech, and literally growled. 

“You’re right. You shouldn’t trust me in the slightest,” Rebus whispered, essentially inaudible. 

I’ll note Fog is either lying or misinformed - presumably on purpose. Rebus is trying to get to an alternate universe, but that’s inside the Thread, and is not to be reached by ship. 
Rebus looked around, a little surprised by the stillness, then continued to walk. He’d brought utility fog, of course - he’d seen bloodsucking flies assail the Traveler, and wanted no part in that - but refrained from bringing a vehicle; this journey deserved respect. 

Jack, still holding the coin, wandered blearily after him. 
-

Rebus smiled. “I can provide some instruction, should you wish to trust me.” 

Seamus glanced back at the man, concerned.

[KaladinsSenseOfHumourSpren He/Him]

18 minutes ago, DragonHeir said:

“Indeed. Ask around for a Narrator, and one should come into existence - if your Author creates them, they’ll lack the plot armor that protects even, say, Utility.” 

Renamed looked around. "Uh, Narrator?"

A man in a dark green suit appeared behind Renamed. He was slightly shorter than Renamed, with grey eyes and short hair. 

Alright so some questions

1. Are Narrators Thread-Aware by default?
2. Does a Narrator have to understand something to make it? Can one make a car without knowing how it works, or make a material they've seen but don't know what it's made of?
3. How tall is Rebus?

[Through the Living Heir he/him]

17 minutes ago, Aeoryi said:

The Guardian cackled as her long serpentine body swooped down to leer at the man from above. Her teeth were as sharp as daggers, and a clear crystalline substance meddled with dark fog within was clad onto her body in an unorganized fashion. 

"Give me the blade..." She hissed.

Little did the man know that what was truly lurking was far worse than one serpent. In fact, it was multiple.

The man scowled. He’d only found it last week, but he’d already felt it was almost part of him. “Begone, foul misty stone long reptile thing - er, serpent!” The man spun, chopping wildly at the frightening Guardian. 

5 minutes ago, Keke said:

She nodded and got back into form. 

-

He grinned. "So you want his location?"

-

She carefully applied the gel to the top of the burn. It would start sizzling and burn a bit. "It'll hurt for a bit, then it'll go numb. It essentially puts a barrier thing." She said and started wrapping the area. 

-

Freaking die furry rebus!!!

They throw more bombs at him. 

Rebus nodded back, approvingly. 
-

“Indeed. I’d also prefer it if you stopped trying to kill me.” 
-

Rebus gave a genuine smile, taking the sting of the gel with no reaction. 
-

The first couple hit him, the explosions cracking the mended carapace. Then he snatched one from the air, and threw it back at the robots. 

1 minute ago, TwinStorm said:

Seamus glanced back at the man, concerned.

What happened to the lumberjack? 

1 minute ago, KaladinsSenseOfHumourSpren said:

Renamed looked around. "Uh, Narrator?"

A man in a dark green suit appeared behind Renamed. He was slightly shorter than Renamed, with grey eyes and short hair. 

Alright so some questions

1. Are Narrators Thread-Aware by default?
2. Does a Narrator have to understand something to make it? Can one make a car without knowing how it works, or make a material they've seen but don't know what it's made of?
3. How tall is Rebus?

Rebus blinked. That had been quick. 

1. Yes - they can innately read the posts in the Thread, though there are exceptions. 
2. No - they have to know what something would do, but their magic is again on a metafictional level, altering descriptions of things. 
3. Though he was once shorter than himself, he’s now perhaps the third-tallest in a room - regardless of who’s in that room. Once again, for weird metafictional reasons, however you picture him is sorta canon. 

[Aeoryi she/her]

1 minute ago, DragonHeir said:

The man scowled. He’d only found it last week, but he’d already felt it was almost part of him. “Begone, foul misty stone long reptile thing - er, serpent!” The man spun, chopping wildly at the frightening Guardian. 

The draconic head laughed, before moving in closer, unbothered by the flailing of the man. "Well, friend, what is your name?" She shifted a bit to stare right into the eyes of the man. "Perhaps you could accompany me with the blade, as a sort of compromise. How about that?"

[Kansas Stormcursed he/him]

1 hour ago, DragonHeir said:

The Prismite abruptly converted, a few leftover fragments blasted into the air with a bang. 

The man finally noticed, and drew Dramatic Irony - though it was long after what would be expected from the noise. His grip was poor, the blade pointed downward, but his stance and footwork were very very good. The meaning of this was unlikely to be ascertained, for obvious reasons. 

The nanomachines, though diminishing, began to consume the ground to restock their number. 
Rebus had slipped the object - whatever it was - into his sleeve.“You’re not the only thousand-page callback to be found.” He smiled. “Now please, either make an attempt at bargaining, show yourself, or leave us to our training montage. I would rather not have to call you a decrepit excuse for a Narrator, nor blackmail Ribbon.” 

“Indeed. Ask around for a Narrator, and one should come into existence - if your Author creates them, they’ll lack the plot armor that protects even, say, Utility.” 

“Tone,” Rebus explained. “Emotional context matters, almost more than actual power does.” 
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“I’m making something that could be used to face the Witherlord head-on, but I need quite a lot of Prismite to do it.  In fact, given your feelings on Narrators, this could benefit us both - I would have to strip your brother of his powers.” 
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“Actually, being a ‘magic guy’ gives me a few substances I’d react poorly to. You wouldn’t be using them, of course.” 
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Amoebus burst to life, Mordite carapace springing from his skin to block the blades - for even an entity such as him could be harmed by Mordite. He drew himself up, broken body merging together into a mass of Mordite and nanotech, and literally growled. 

“You’re right. You shouldn’t trust me in the slightest,” Rebus whispered, essentially inaudible. 

I’ll note Fog is either lying or misinformed - presumably on purpose. Rebus is trying to get to an alternate universe, but that’s inside the Thread, and is not to be reached by ship. 
Rebus looked around, a little surprised by the stillness, then continued to walk. He’d brought utility fog, of course - he’d seen bloodsucking flies assail the Traveler, and wanted no part in that - but refrained from bringing a vehicle; this journey deserved respect. 

Jack, still holding the coin, wandered blearily after him. 
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Rebus smiled. “I can provide some instruction, should you wish to trust me.” 

Asharak drew Nick for the first time. It cut a line diagonally upward through the air in front of him, and from the cut spread a green shield of force, absorbing the explosion and then fading. Asharak resheated Nick, which resumed its normal space-shifting.

1 hour ago, Keke said:

She nodded and got back into form. 

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He grinned. "So you want his location?"

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She carefully applied the gel to the top of the burn. It would start sizzling and burn a bit. "It'll hurt for a bit, then it'll go numb. It essentially puts a barrier thing." She said and started wrapping the area. 

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Freaking die furry rebus!!!

They throw more bombs at him. 

 please

Pretty please