The Longest Thread (Misadventures)

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

5 minutes ago, NameIess said:

The stone transformed into dust as well, superallergenic dust that attacked Fog in a vicious attempt to make her sneeze. Subversion held up Fog's personal Nullifying machine. "My my, doesn't that mean you're powerless and I'm not?" She laughed, summoning up an army of metal ants, which burrowed away into the ground immediately.

wait how'd she do that

She growled and rushed Subversion with both her Mordite blade and the Dragon.

[TwinStorm He/Him]

4 hours ago, NameIess said:

Not anymore, but he had old posts saved from before the mods disabled scraping.

The blade stabbed through Subversion’s head with barely any resistance. Her head crumbled into black ash, and she collapsed backwards without a sound, dead too quickly to send a fanciful final message to the Thread. Her body dropped limply to the ground, dead.

“I hope you feel bad about yourself.” Said Subversion from behind Fog. “Murdering me before I had a chance to try turning you good with the power of friendship.” She shook her head disapprovingly. “For shame.”

“Oh? Where is it?”

"Where? The Shadows of Law . . . they destroy . . ."

He paled visibly.

"They have Owen?"

[Unintelligenius he/him]

7 hours ago, Through The Living Glass said:

“Hey!” she squeaked, giggling. She pushed against him harder, even as he made ground.

Bob could see that he was making ground. For once in his life, he could win. Then his foot started to slip. And then his other foot. A voice in his head told him to just let go. After a second of consideration, he let the bag go. Keeping the bag wouldn't be worth his life. 

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

51 minutes ago, Unintelligenius said:

Bob could see that he was making ground. For once in his life, he could win. Then his foot started to slip. And then his other foot. A voice in his head told him to just let go. After a second of consideration, he let the bag go. Keeping the bag wouldn't be worth his life. 

She laughed raucously and returned the bag to him.

"Again!"

[Unintelligenius he/him]

2 hours ago, Through The Living Glass said:

She laughed raucously and returned the bag to him.

"Again!"

Bob looked at the wind, totally confused. That had been the fight of their lives, not something to simply be laughing about. But if the wind wanted a fight, he would give it. And this time he would win. He bent over and picked up the bag, then spread his legs in a wide stance and leaned forward.

[Cookie Spren]

@DragonHeir

 

Edited March 5 by Cookie Spren

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

34 minutes ago, Unintelligenius said:

Bob looked at the wind, totally confused. That had been the fight of their lives, not something to simply be laughing about. But if the wind wanted a fight, he would give it. And this time he would win. He bent over and picked up the bag, then spread his legs in a wide stance and leaned forward.

She giggled and pushed him back again.

11 minutes ago, Cookie Spren said:

@DragonHeir

 

 

heheheh

[NameIess]

7 hours ago, Through The Living Glass said:

wait how'd she do that

She growled and rushed Subversion with both her Mordite blade and the Dragon.

Sleight of hand and illusions.

Subversion dissolved into smoke as Fog's strikes hit her. Two versions of her reformed behind Fog, smiling broadly. The blood was gone from her forehead. "Doesn't this feel much more fair?" One of the Subversions darted in, stabbing at Fog with her Narrationblade. "Now, any ideas as to how I can kill you?"

5 hours ago, TwinStorm said:

"Where? The Shadows of Law . . . they destroy . . ."

He paled visibly.

"They have Owen?"

Lyric nodded, confused and worried. If these shadows had anything to do with Withergeists...

[TwinStorm He/Him]

Just now, NameIess said:

Sleight of hand and illusions.

Subversion dissolved into smoke as Fog's strikes hit her. Two versions of her reformed behind Fog, smiling broadly. The blood was gone from her forehead. "Doesn't this feel much more fair?" One of the Subversions darted in, stabbing at Fog with her Narrationblade. "Now, any ideas as to how I can kill you?"

Lyric nodded, confused and worried. If these shadows had anything to do with Withergeists...

unfortunately, these shadows are much more dnagerous

Seamus sat, breathing hard. His throat seemed to close in, as panic took hold. Owen . . . he remembered that smiling face, that mop of blond hair, all too well. If anything happened . . ."

"The Shadows . . ." he whispered. "The High Priest told us they were peacekeepers. Friendly, but dangerous if you defied them. If one has Owen . . . Plot protect him."

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

1 minute ago, NameIess said:

Sleight of hand and illusions.

Subversion dissolved into smoke as Fog's strikes hit her. Two versions of her reformed behind Fog, smiling broadly. The blood was gone from her forehead. "Doesn't this feel much more fair?" One of the Subversions darted in, stabbing at Fog with her Narrationblade. "Now, any ideas as to how I can kill you?"

She knocked the Blade aside with her own and split into a hundred different Fogs before rushing the two once again, wordlessly this time.

[xinoehp512 he/him]

On 3/3/2026 at 5:28 PM, NameIess said:

The letter read:

To my good friend, *name redacted*

I write this letter to explain my actions, which in no small part have contributed to Malevolence’s ascension to the Mantle.

When Malevolence came to me and asked me to make for him a Blade, I realized three things.

First, the Witherlord’s return was inevitable. The secret of the Lost pages was out, and whether it was Malevolence, Rebus, or some third party, the forces of evil would not stop until the Witherlord had been truly returned. 

Second, I realized there were no weapons capable of defeating the Witherlord. For a time I had thought the converter would suffice, but it is too weak a hope. Even if one could gather and convert enough Prismite to forge a blade or some other tool, it would not assure victory. such a Blade would threaten the Witherlord, but defeat him? He has slain the Luxsprites and corrupted their greatest members. It is no sure thing.

Last, I realized that I had an opportunity to forge a Blade that could kill the Witherlord. A blade he could not corrupt, for it is forged of his own essence. A blade he could not destroy or control, for it is linked to his own soul.

The blade of which I speak is Malevolence. The blade I made for him. Old friend, if Malevolence can be taken from the Witherlord, it can be used to destroy him. He cannot manipulate it, for to do so would be to tear apart his own soul. Neither can he dismiss the Blade, to keep it safe from all who would steal it. Old friend, I hope that you will put this knowledge to good use. And I hope you will forgive me, for the destruction and sorrow Malevolence has and will cause.

Sincerely,

*name redacted*

On 3/3/2026 at 9:04 PM, DragonHeir said:

"Few here do - it's a great asset to me."

"Ahh..." said Onyx. "Clever indeed, old friend."

A moment, and the guide was not there.

"Well," said Onyx to Rebus. "I suppose we have the seeds of a plan, now."

 

On 3/3/2026 at 6:29 PM, Through the living keigs said:

….

for fear, subversion was to late.

atlas lay on the ground, her body limp as the mist went into subversions vacuum. Her eyes were a faded red and a small smile twitched on her lips…. Atlas.. she always loved smiling. Through her cartoons, after she ran away, a grin plastered her face through the darkest of times. It’s only fitting she smiled as she met peace.

She wasnt angry at death, she was thankful that she would be able to meet her friends again, maybe she would go to elysium with cricket… or perhaps heaven with the scribe or seraphina. 

Regardless of where she went she wanted people to be able to be happy, if her death meant anything if her life meant anything, it was joy. Joy in the small times, joy in the idle conversations between posts, or the thrill she learned from fighting. 

She wanted to teach people that joy was one of the things you should cherish most, even if she had to teach herself this. It’s not forever, it cant be. For you cant exist forever. It’s the memories you make and the feelings you feel, good bad or ugly they stay with you more than a person. 

So she told all this to the thread. 

To everyone,

to the authors and characters alike,

any non narrators would feel this sense for an unknown reason, while narrators could read this. 

A final message as a small light in a multiverse blinked out.

Onyx closed his eyes. At least Bacon was not awake to see this.

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@Through the living keigs how do you feel about reanimation?

23 hours ago, Through the living keigs said:

Kai nodded "im Kai. what are you doing here? I thought you were with kyler?"

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"we need to find a way to get Darkmatter."

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He flapped his wings once and shot backwards. He threw a dagger with full force and decoration at his face while drscreetly throwung one at his stomach. 

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that being said elinore hid her face as did everyone else as a huge light, probably brighter then five Heavy Multi suns combined then shot forward. @xinoehp512 and jm pretty sure @NameIess

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Comforting

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SHES NOT near a fighting rebus btw. So new clone is suppos.e 

she blinked. "A rabbit? What no? What... huh."

There was a hiss, and the eyes vanished.

A few moments later, the ship began to rock as withergeists swarmed it from below.

10 hours ago, NameIess said:

Not anymore, but he had old posts saved from before the mods disabled scraping.

20 hours ago, Through The Living Glass said:

that's good at least

Oh dang he can do that still?

I've still got some tricks up my sleeve if you need anything specific. 

 

Edited March 5 by xinoehp512

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

1 minute ago, xinoehp512 said:

Onyx closed his eyes. At least Bacon was not awake to see this.

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@Through the living keigs how do you feel about reanimation?

awww onyx

I almost responded to that second part lol

Imma have to be more careful . . .

1 minute ago, xinoehp512 said:

I've still got some tricks up my sleeve if you need anything specific. 

mmmm good to know . . . :3

[Shatter He/Him]

1 hour ago, xinoehp512 said:

Onyx closed his eyes. At least Bacon was not awake to see this.

also @Through the living keigs

Ryna’s eyes flew open. No. She could not let this happen. She turned sharply toward Eli. “I have to go!” With a sharp snap of her fingers, the air folded, and she vanished.

In the next instant, she stood beside Atlas’ body. A stark white streak now cut through Ryna’s dark hair. Ryna dropped to her knees and gathered her up before Onyx could come close, lifting her carefully. Held against her chest, Atlas looked impossibly small and fragile.

Ryna’s head snapped up. She bared her teeth at Onyx. “Don’t touch her.”

Ryna closed her eyes and snapped her fingers again. The air folded, and she reappeared on the ship, Atlas still held tightly in her arms. More white streaks had spread through her hair.

 

no desecrating of Atlas' body allowed. *angry Shatter sounds*

Edited March 5 by Shatter

[Unintelligenius he/him]

2 hours ago, Through The Living Glass said:

She giggled and pushed him back again.

Bob took a deep breath and held the bag. He wouldn't lose this time. He couldn't.

[Verdance he/him]

8 minutes ago, Unintelligenius said:

Bob took a deep breath and held the bag. He wouldn't lose this time. He couldn't.

It was at this time that Night’s magic finally worked itself. The necklace’s curse was slow acting, of course, there was no excuse for account suspension of the author. Defective magic was all. The Wind suddenly found themselves in possession of a body, nondescript at the moment but immediately conforming to a near ideal perception of itself. While it still possessed the near omniscience and omnipresence it had before, its consciousness, perception, and reasoning resided mainly within the new body. @Through The Living Glass

hi folks, they released me on probation from the shadow realm, no longer forced to eat dirt and contemplate the meaning of loneliness. What did i miss?

Edited March 5 by Through The Living Grass

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

40 minutes ago, Shatter said:

also @Through the living keigs

Ryna’s eyes flew open. No. She could not let this happen. She turned sharply toward Eli. “I have to go!” With a sharp snap of her fingers, the air folded, and she vanished.

In the next instant, she stood beside Atlas’ body. A stark white streak now cut through Ryna’s dark hair. Ryna dropped to her knees and gathered her up before Onyx could come close, lifting her carefully. Held against her chest, Atlas looked impossibly small and fragile.

Ryna’s head snapped up. She bared her teeth at Onyx. “Don’t touch her.”

Ryna closed her eyes and snapped her fingers again. The air folded, and she reappeared on the ship, Atlas still held tightly in her arms. More white streaks had spread through her hair.

 

no desecrating of Atlas' body allowed. *angry Shatter sounds*

uhhh

little late for that . . .

37 minutes ago, Unintelligenius said:

Bob took a deep breath and held the bag. He wouldn't lose this time. He couldn't.

She giggled again and pushed harder.

29 minutes ago, Through The Living Grass said:

It was at this time that Night’s magic finally worked itself. The necklace’s curse was slow acting, of course, there was no excuse for account suspension of the author. Defective magic was all. The Wind suddenly found themselves in possession of a body, nondescript at the moment but immediately conforming to a near ideal perception of itself. While it still possessed the near omniscience and omnipresence it had before, its consciousness, perception, and reasoning resided mainly within the new body. @Through The Living Glass

hi folks, they released me on probation from the shadow realm, no longer forced to eat dirt and contemplate the meaning of loneliness. What did i miss?

Welcome back!!

Fog is super evil lol

uhh

Atlas died . . .

uhhh

idk ye

The wind formed into a little girl, about five or six years old, with brown hair and light gray eyes.

She paused, looked down at herself, and shrieked.

"GET IT OFF! GET IT OFF!" she wailed.

[Verdance he/him]

9 hours ago, Through The Living Glass said:

uhhh

little late for that . . .

She giggled again and pushed harder.

Welcome back!!

Fog is super evil lol

uhh

Atlas died . . .

uhhh

idk ye

The wind formed into a little girl, about five or six years old, with brown hair and light gray eyes.

She paused, looked down at herself, and shrieked.

"GET IT OFF! GET IT OFF!" she wailed.

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Is Fog trying to become a bomb? She’s collectink fundamental versions of herself, correct?

Grass :3

Doesnt make you @Through The Living Glass

Just because your name starts with through the living

You’re not glass

Wait a second

 

 

For Glass only 

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Iromem swore- it would seem he had forgotten where he was for a few minutes, and Plot had turned its gaze away from him during that time. He returned to the regular flow of time. “Shadows of Law?” He paled. “Surely you can’t be serious. They were wiped out decades ago. Storm it, I should have trained with the sword.” He glanced around. One of the corpses some distance away was of a city guardsman, the body consumed by mordite withering. He tore off some equipment from the corpse, mounting a round shield to his right forearm and testing the weight of a short spear. “Lead, and I will follow.” @TwinStorm@NameIess@DragonHeir

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9/10mmHB#2 stared blankly at the blog post. Pointless. Inkwell was going to get himself into real trouble this time. All he had proven was the existence of sleep deprivation. Well, he had rested enough, and his plan was simple. The author had been holding himself back to avoid exercising more power than he had. That made him weak, limited. It also meant that excess authorial power had been building up for a while. It was time to tap that power. While Inkwell would push back against the author’s narrative, 9/10mmHB#2 had been bending with it, and wiggling into the nooks and crannies in his author’s mind. He was a Flaw after all, subversion was his purpose. Give me prismite, he impressed upon the author. And nullite. Lots of both. There was resistance, but also curiosity. Intrigue. This was wrong- it violated a lot of rules. But it was an idea- a fascinating idea that the author wanted to explore the implications of. And a Flaw broke rules. So out of the blue, two brown paper bags appeared on Inkwell’s desk, unassuming in appearance but radiating power. 9/10mmHB#2 smiled darkly. If he was to be a character? There was no choice but villain.

Edited March 5 by Through The Living Grass

[xinoehp512 he/him]

10 hours ago, Shatter said:

also @Through the living keigs

Ryna’s eyes flew open. No. She could not let this happen. She turned sharply toward Eli. “I have to go!” With a sharp snap of her fingers, the air folded, and she vanished.

In the next instant, she stood beside Atlas’ body. A stark white streak now cut through Ryna’s dark hair. Ryna dropped to her knees and gathered her up before Onyx could come close, lifting her carefully. Held against her chest, Atlas looked impossibly small and fragile.

Ryna’s head snapped up. She bared her teeth at Onyx. “Don’t touch her.”

Ryna closed her eyes and snapped her fingers again. The air folded, and she reappeared on the ship, Atlas still held tightly in her arms. More white streaks had spread through her hair.

 

no desecrating of Atlas' body allowed. *angry Shatter sounds*

It's not Onyx you would have to worry about. Hypothetically speaking. 

[Keke They/he]

11 hours ago, Shatter said:

also @Through the living keigs

Ryna’s eyes flew open. No. She could not let this happen. She turned sharply toward Eli. “I have to go!” With a sharp snap of her fingers, the air folded, and she vanished.

In the next instant, she stood beside Atlas’ body. A stark white streak now cut through Ryna’s dark hair. Ryna dropped to her knees and gathered her up before Onyx could come close, lifting her carefully. Held against her chest, Atlas looked impossibly small and fragile.

Ryna’s head snapped up. She bared her teeth at Onyx. “Don’t touch her.”

Ryna closed her eyes and snapped her fingers again. The air folded, and she reappeared on the ship, Atlas still held tightly in her arms. More white streaks had spread through her hair.

 

no desecrating of Atlas' body allowed. *angry Shatter sounds*

elinore blinked and saw her return. She froze, seeing the form of her neice cold and limp in rynas arms made something in her crumble. She ran forward "ATLAS!!" she yelled and stopped next to ryna. She set a hand on her face feeling the cold skin. 

12 hours ago, xinoehp512 said:

There was a hiss, and the eyes vanished.

A few moments later, the ship began to rock as withergeists swarmed it from below.

rebyl looked ar rebus. 

"what now??"

@DragonHeir 

33 minutes ago, xinoehp512 said:

It's not Onyx you would have to worry about. Hypothetically speaking. 

Hypothetically speaking i agree with NO DESECRATING OF HER BODY

[Shatter He/Him]

31 minutes ago, Through the living keigs said:

elinore blinked and saw her return. She froze, seeing the form of her neice cold and limp in rynas arms made something in her crumble. She ran forward "ATLAS!!" she yelled and stopped next to ryna. She set a hand on her face feeling the cold skin. 

rebyl looked ar rebus. 

"what now??"

@DragonHeir 

Hypothetically speaking i agree with NO DESECRATING OF HER BODY

"I... felt her die," Ryna said quietly. "I can feel these things." Ryna bowed her head. "I'm sorry."

[Verdance he/him]

5 hours ago, Through The Living Grass said:

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Is Fog trying to become a bomb? She’s collectink fundamental versions of herself, correct?

Grass :3

Doesnt make you @Through The Living Glass

Just because your name starts with through the living

You’re not glass

Wait a second

 

 

For Glass only 

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Iromem swore- it would seem he had forgotten where he was for a few minutes, and Plot had turned its gaze away from him during that time. He returned to the regular flow of time. “Shadows of Law?” He paled. “Surely you can’t be serious. They were wiped out decades ago. Storm it, I should have trained with the sword.” He glanced around. One of the corpses some distance away was of a city guardsman, the body consumed by mordite withering. He tore off some equipment from the corpse, mounting a round shield to his right forearm and testing the weight of a short spear. “Lead, and I will follow.” @TwinStorm@NameIess@DragonHeir

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9/10mmHB#2 stared blankly at the blog post. Pointless. Inkwell was going to get himself into real trouble this time. All he had proven was the existence of sleep deprivation. Well, he had rested enough, and his plan was simple. The author had been holding himself back to avoid exercising more power than he had. That made him weak, limited. It also meant that excess authorial power had been building up for a while. It was time to tap that power. While Inkwell would push back against the author’s narrative, 9/10mmHB#2 had been bending with it, and wiggling into the nooks and crannies in his author’s mind. He was a Flaw after all, subversion was his purpose. Give me prismite, he impressed upon the author. And nullite. Lots of both. There was resistance, but also curiosity. Intrigue. This was wrong- it violated a lot of rules. But it was an idea- a fascinating idea that the author wanted to explore the implications of. And a Flaw broke rules. So out of the blue, two brown paper bags appeared on Inkwell’s desk, unassuming in appearance but radiating power. 9/10mmHB#2 smiled darkly. If he was to be a character? There was no choice but villain.

9/10mmHB#2 was pleased, yet astounded. “That… worked?”, he sputtered. Well, that was nothing compared to the real task. He reached into one of the paper bags, but couldn’t find anything inside, including the bottom of the bag. “Huh, must be hammerspace,” he mused. He picked up the other bag and Rifted into the space inside. He appeared in a metal closet like an industrial freezer, shelves laden with hightech cylindrical containers. The air here, the reality here, it was different. Unburdened by the stench of prismite that tempered the rest of the Thread. A Narrator wouldn’t be able to teleport into here. He picked up a container and examined it. It emanated an aura that resonated similarly to his own- ordered darkness, nullite, control and silence. And so much of it… the sudden feeling of power overwhelmed him. He Rifted into the other room- it was identical, but the cores stored there reminded him more of Inkwell- creation, chaos, life. He took two cores each with him and emerged back into the cabin. This next part would be… tricky.

[NameIess]

15 hours ago, Through The Living Glass said:

She knocked the Blade aside with her own and split into a hundred different Fogs before rushing the two once again, wordlessly this time.

A hundred spears of light appeared, each stabbing straight for a different Fog's head. 

"What, not going to give me a hint? I'm in favor of summoning a sun and throwing you into it right now, but I'm not certain that would be painful enough." Subversion said with a cocky grin. "What's your take?"

The Witherlord, with nothing better to do while he waited for Rebus to reply to him, was watching events through the eyes of his minions. He noticed Fog's predicament, and was displeased.

What is this? The Witherlord's voice boomed in Fog's mind. You are caught by your own petty Ennulling tricks? How can this be?

The Witherlord was silent a moment as he reviewed the battle in Fog's memories.

Perhaps this weakness is leftover from your... previous experiences with the art. But it is an intolerable weakness nonetheless. What need have you of Ennulling? What power does a mere device hold over you? I have given you power beyond that of any Enuller, any Narrator. My power. Use it, and end this farce.

15 hours ago, TwinStorm said:

Seamus sat, breathing hard. His throat seemed to close in, as panic took hold. Owen . . . he remembered that smiling face, that mop of blond hair, all too well. If anything happened . . ."

"The Shadows . . ." he whispered. "The High Priest told us they were peacekeepers. Friendly, but dangerous if you defied them. If one has Owen . . . Plot protect him."

"Well... if they're peacekeepers, perhaps you should simply ask to get him back." Lyric pointed out. "I doubt you'd be able to rescue him by force. No offense, but you don't seem to be much of a warrior."

5 hours ago, Through The Living Grass said:

Iromem swore- it would seem he had forgotten where he was for a few minutes, and Plot had turned its gaze away from him during that time. He returned to the regular flow of time. “Shadows of Law?” He paled. “Surely you can’t be serious. They were wiped out decades ago. Storm it, I should have trained with the sword.” He glanced around. One of the corpses some distance away was of a city guardsman, the body consumed by mordite withering. He tore off some equipment from the corpse, mounting a round shield to his right forearm and testing the weight of a short spear. “Lead, and I will follow.” @TwinStorm@NameIess@DragonHeir

Lyric looked sideways at Iromem. It sounded like he wanted to fight these 'shadows of law', which, in his opinion, sounded like a terrible idea.

29 minutes ago, Through The Living Grass said:

9/10mmHB#2 was pleased, yet astounded. “That… worked?”, he sputtered. Well, that was nothing compared to the real task. He reached into one of the paper bags, but couldn’t find anything inside, including the bottom of the bag. “Huh, must be hammerspace,” he mused. He picked up the other bag and Rifted into the space inside. He appeared in a metal closet like an industrial freezer, shelves laden with hightech cylindrical containers. The air here, the reality here, it was different. Unburdened by the stench of prismite that tempered the rest of the Thread. A Narrator wouldn’t be able to teleport into here. He picked up a container and examined it. It emanated an aura that resonated similarly to his own- ordered darkness, nullite, control and silence. And so much of it… the sudden feeling of power overwhelmed him. He Rifted into the other room- it was identical, but the cores stored there reminded him more of Inkwell- creation, chaos, life. He took two cores each with him and emerged back into the cabin. This next part would be… tricky.

Someone knocked politely on the cabin door.

[Verdance he/him]

1 hour ago, NameIess said:

A hundred spears of light appeared, each stabbing straight for a different Fog's head. 

"What, not going to give me a hint? I'm in favor of summoning a sun and throwing you into it right now, but I'm not certain that would be painful enough." Subversion said with a cocky grin. "What's your take?"

The Witherlord, with nothing better to do while he waited for Rebus to reply to him, was watching events through the eyes of his minions. He noticed Fog's predicament, and was displeased.

What is this? The Witherlord's voice boomed in Fog's mind. You are caught by your own petty Ennulling tricks? How can this be?

The Witherlord was silent a moment as he reviewed the battle in Fog's memories.

Perhaps this weakness is leftover from your... previous experiences with the art. But it is an intolerable weakness nonetheless. What need have you of Ennulling? What power does a mere device hold over you? I have given you power beyond that of any Enuller, any Narrator. My power. Use it, and end this farce.

"Well... if they're peacekeepers, perhaps you should simply ask to get him back." Lyric pointed out. "I doubt you'd be able to rescue him by force. No offense, but you don't seem to be much of a warrior."

Lyric looked sideways at Iromem. It sounded like he wanted to fight these 'shadows of law', which, in his opinion, sounded like a terrible idea.

Someone knocked politely on the cabin door.

Iromem doesn’t exactly want to fight the Shadows, but he won’t be caught unarmed.

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9/10 came out to the door. “What is it? I just finished my big villain moment and I need to be ready for other people’s reactions.”

He was glowing conspicuously. Or rather, his body was completely composed of light. In fact, in an instant, a lot had changed- the cabin and everything in a large sphere around it had suddenly been eaten by a Rift, and the fabric of reality here was growing thin.

Edited March 5 by Through The Living Grass

[TwinStorm He/Him]

9 hours ago, Through The Living Grass said:

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Is Fog trying to become a bomb? She’s collectink fundamental versions of herself, correct?

Grass :3

Doesnt make you @Through The Living Glass

Just because your name starts with through the living

You’re not glass

Wait a second

 

 

For Glass only 

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Iromem swore- it would seem he had forgotten where he was for a few minutes, and Plot had turned its gaze away from him during that time. He returned to the regular flow of time. “Shadows of Law?” He paled. “Surely you can’t be serious. They were wiped out decades ago. Storm it, I should have trained with the sword.” He glanced around. One of the corpses some distance away was of a city guardsman, the body consumed by mordite withering. He tore off some equipment from the corpse, mounting a round shield to his right forearm and testing the weight of a short spear. “Lead, and I will follow.” @TwinStorm@NameIess@DragonHeir

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9/10mmHB#2 stared blankly at the blog post. Pointless. Inkwell was going to get himself into real trouble this time. All he had proven was the existence of sleep deprivation. Well, he had rested enough, and his plan was simple. The author had been holding himself back to avoid exercising more power than he had. That made him weak, limited. It also meant that excess authorial power had been building up for a while. It was time to tap that power. While Inkwell would push back against the author’s narrative, 9/10mmHB#2 had been bending with it, and wiggling into the nooks and crannies in his author’s mind. He was a Flaw after all, subversion was his purpose. Give me prismite, he impressed upon the author. And nullite. Lots of both. There was resistance, but also curiosity. Intrigue. This was wrong- it violated a lot of rules. But it was an idea- a fascinating idea that the author wanted to explore the implications of. And a Flaw broke rules. So out of the blue, two brown paper bags appeared on Inkwell’s desk, unassuming in appearance but radiating power. 9/10mmHB#2 smiled darkly. If he was to be a character? There was no choice but villain.

Seamus paled. "I'm . . . no fighter, but I can help. But fighting the Shadows? By Plot's wounds, do you know who they are?"

3 hours ago, NameIess said:

A hundred spears of light appeared, each stabbing straight for a different Fog's head. 

"What, not going to give me a hint? I'm in favor of summoning a sun and throwing you into it right now, but I'm not certain that would be painful enough." Subversion said with a cocky grin. "What's your take?"

The Witherlord, with nothing better to do while he waited for Rebus to reply to him, was watching events through the eyes of his minions. He noticed Fog's predicament, and was displeased.

What is this? The Witherlord's voice boomed in Fog's mind. You are caught by your own petty Ennulling tricks? How can this be?

The Witherlord was silent a moment as he reviewed the battle in Fog's memories.

Perhaps this weakness is leftover from your... previous experiences with the art. But it is an intolerable weakness nonetheless. What need have you of Ennulling? What power does a mere device hold over you? I have given you power beyond that of any Enuller, any Narrator. My power. Use it, and end this farce.

"Well... if they're peacekeepers, perhaps you should simply ask to get him back." Lyric pointed out. "I doubt you'd be able to rescue him by force. No offense, but you don't seem to be much of a warrior."

Lyric looked sideways at Iromem. It sounded like he wanted to fight these 'shadows of law', which, in his opinion, sounded like a terrible idea.

Someone knocked politely on the cabin door.

Seamus glanced at Lyric. "Perhaps. Last they were seen was almost ten years ago. If they really have them, they're well hidden. Do you have any idea where they are?"

[NameIess]

3 hours ago, Through The Living Grass said:

9/10 came out to the door. “What is it? I just finished my big villain moment and I need to be ready for other people’s reactions.”

He was glowing conspicuously. Or rather, his body was completely composed of light. In fact, in an instant, a lot had changed- the cabin and everything in a large sphere around it had suddenly been eaten by a Rift, and the fabric of reality here was growing thin.

Subversion folded her arms. "I'm the reaction. What in the world are you doing?"

2 hours ago, TwinStorm said:

Seamus glanced at Lyric. "Perhaps. Last they were seen was almost ten years ago. If they really have them, they're well hidden. Do you have any idea where they are?"

Lyric shook his head in mock disappointment, inwardly rejoicing that he had no idea where to find these Shadows of Law. "I'm afraid I've been living in the wilderness for... quite some time."