The Longest Thread (Misadventures)

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

49 minutes ago, Through The Living Grass said:

She can just… take the necklace off.

shhhhhhhhhhh

45 minutes ago, Through The Living Grass said:

Yes but I’m starting to feel bad! 

Inkwell waits impatiently for Fog’s response. @Through The Living Glass

Fog was a little busy at the moment.

Still waiting on Nameless, sorry :PP

[ThroughTheLivingSequence she/her/they/them]

On 3/6/2026 at 9:17 PM, NameIess said:

Unintelligible shrugged. "I... guess I'll go find whoever's trying to stop the Witherlord, and join them."

Aelinor nodded. "Good luck," she said, turning her gaze back to the forest. "I'll find you once I've visited the Dreamsmith."

She gave Unintelligible a nod, and set out along the path, resisting the urge to glance back at Sequence's grave as she walked into the trees.

As she walked, she remained vigilant, watching both the path and the trees beyond. She didn't know exactly how long it would take and how the entrance would present itself, so she kept her eyes peeled for anything out of the ordinary.

[Unintelligenius he/him]

22 hours ago, Through The Living Ash said:

No! No! No!

The voice sounded angered. 

She hasn't changed, just because you trapped her... trapped her... trapped her...

"But this is totally different. Killing a force of nature versus murdering a human. And a child no less, this changes things," Bob thought.

17 hours ago, Through The Living Glass said:

She did easily with a sniffle.

"I don't wanna be like this . . ."

Bob looked down and sighed. "Well lets see... What if you try to make yourself fly, then you can feel more like yourself again?"

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

26 minutes ago, Unintelligenius said:

"But this is totally different. Killing a force of nature versus murdering a human. And a child no less, this changes things," Bob thought.

Bob looked down and sighed. "Well lets see... What if you try to make yourself fly, then you can feel more like yourself again?"

aww :3

He's so sweet for not murdering a child

heheh

She looked up at him with big, sad eyes.

". . . F-fly?"

Edited March 10 by Through The Living Glass

[Through The Living Ash he/him]

38 minutes ago, Unintelligenius said:

"But this is totally different. Killing a force of nature versus murdering a human. And a child no less, this changes things," Bob thought.

Bob looked down and sighed. "Well lets see... What if you try to make yourself fly, then you can feel more like yourself again?"

Aghhhhh! Aghhhhh! Aghhhhh!

The voice screamed in frustration. Without warning, Bob sensed its presence expanding, pressing deep into his mind, and his limbs started to feel numb. 

[Unintelligenius he/him]

17 hours ago, Through The Living Glass said:

She looked up at him with big, sad eyes.

". . . F-fly?"

"Yeah, you know, try lifting yourself up with the wind. And then you can control where you go, and it will feel like being the wind again."

16 hours ago, Through The Living Ash said:

Aghhhhh! Aghhhhh! Aghhhhh!

The voice screamed in frustration. Without warning, Bob sensed its presence expanding, pressing deep into his mind, and his limbs started to feel numb. 

Bob pushed back with all his might as his body began to go numb. He didn't know what was happening to himself or who was doing it to him, all he knew was that he could not let it happen. 

[Through The Living Ash he/him]

1 hour ago, Unintelligenius said:

"Yeah, you know, try lifting yourself up with the wind. And then you can control where you go, and it will feel like being the wind again."

Bob pushed back with all his might as his body began to go numb. He didn't know what was happening to himself or who was doing it to him, all he knew was that he could not let it happen. 

The pressure faltered as Bob pushed back against it, and an emotion - deep, barely contained hatred - flashed through him as they connected. A moment passed, and suddenly the force pressed into Bob with renewed vigor, sending a sharp spike of pain through his mind as it drilled deeper. 

[Verdance he/him]

A starhawk landed on Isabel’s shoulder and screeched softly, encouragingly. This world was defiled by violence and chaos, but she would survive, if Night could do anything about it. The starhawk flew off, scratching at a pile of rubble. A few seconds later, it dragged something out of the ruins- a partly shredded backpack. With unnatural strength, it carried the backpack back to Isabel. Inside was some schoolchild’s lunch- inexplicably a few days old, even though I’m not sure of the timeframe of your apocalypse, but still clean and edible. @Through The Living Ghost

Edited March 11 by Through The Living Grass

[Honors Spectral Image She/her]

Ok ye gimme a lilll sorrry

[Verdance he/him]

5 minutes ago, Through The Living Ghost said:

Ok ye gimme a lilll sorrry

Don’t worry about immediately responding or apologizing! You’re fine, I’ve been waiting for @NameIess for like what feels like a week

(no pressure also, none at all)

[xinoehp512 he/him]

On 3/9/2026 at 5:41 PM, Through The Living Grass said:

Night bends spacetime around Charnyx, and he finds himself facing her avatar. “Leave the ship alone, servant of darkness,” she said. “I may not be able to touch the earth, but here, in my domain? Only the Witherlord would stop me from protecting ones such as these.”

"Bold words," said Charnyx, idly tearing a hole in space with his black-gauntleted fingers. "You seem to be laboring under a number of misapprehensions."

Mid-word, he snapped his arm towards the chest of Night's avatar.

[Verdance he/him]

1 minute ago, xinoehp512 said:

"Bold words," said Charnyx, idly tearing a hole in space with his black-gauntleted fingers. "You seem to be laboring under a number of misapprehensions."

Mid-word, he snapped his arm towards the chest of Night's avatar.

The fabric of reality here is bolstered by Night’s presence, and Charnyx finds it surprisingly difficult to violate the rules of physics, as they would rather listen to the pretty goddess with the sparkly hair. Gravity multiplies exponentially in a small area around Charnyx- ten times, a thousand times, a million times. Night drifts backwards slightly, out of his reach just in case and unimpressed, eyes closed like she’s napping. “If you say so,” she murmurs. 

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

11 hours ago, Unintelligenius said:

"Yeah, you know, try lifting yourself up with the wind. And then you can control where you go, and it will feel like being the wind again."

Bob pushed back with all his might as his body began to go numb. He didn't know what was happening to himself or who was doing it to him, all he knew was that he could not let it happen. 

". . . Maybe . . . I'll try . . ."

She stepped back and managed to make herself float a little bit with really strong winds.

[Through the Living Heir he/him]

Rebus took a long breath, the Conversion Medallion around his neck. His Author's absence had been frustrating, but not utterly fruitless - trapped within daydreams, he had learned some of the Medallion's secrets. He took another breath, carefully sculpting the descriptions of his actions, and touched the Medallion to the core. It began to glow - not with the violent flash of the first experiment, but rather a steady light. Rebus smiled. "Five left, I suppose." 

On 3/6/2026 at 10:14 PM, Kansas Stormcursed said:

Yeah no that's good

That's exactly what I wish

Cep nodded. "And...how do I factor into that?"

"You are a Narrator, of course, but a blade also needs someone to wield it." Then Rebus smiled, his eyes glittering. 

On 3/6/2026 at 10:18 PM, Through The Living Grass said:

9/10mmHB#2 suddenly appears in a flash of light. “Narrator cores, you say? Could we make a deal?”

Rebus grinned, eyes sparkling. "We certainly can..." 

On 3/6/2026 at 10:19 PM, Through The Living KSauce said:

They nodded.

"How do you intend to find order in chaos?" Corvus asked.

Renamed's one eye unfocused at this.

"I have a conversion device." Rebus raised his eyebrow, just slightly - Renamed's reaction was intriguing. "I've been around long enough to have a few Chekhov's Guns."

On 3/6/2026 at 11:17 PM, NameIess said:

Lyric blinked. Where was he? Was that a man made of metal? How odd. This place was much different from his forest. How had he come here?

He turned around and started wandering off, with the vague intention of finding his forest.

"That extra time has been spent." The dark dynessence around the Witherlord shot forth, wrapping tendrils around Symbol and lifting her into the air. "She will die, and the whole Thread after." The Witherlord smiled. "I hope it was worth it."

A note appeared from Nameless, indicating that he had no intentions of getting his core ripped out and used to create a Luxite Blade. And also that it wouldn't work anyways, as his core was Authorially protected.

Uh oh. As memories came rushing back to Jack, he panicked - first as he realized the gravity of his surroundings, and again as he realized Lyric was wandering off. And then he had an idea. "Check your journal," he said softly. 

-

Rebus reached for Symbol, desperately hoping that somehow... he didn't even know. Somehow he could fight the Witherlord himself with nothing but floating rocks and a liquid that drowned you if you touched it? Somehow he could bargain with a being that wanted the destruction of reality? Rebus fell to his knees, truly and completely beaten. 

-

Of course you don't. I do admire your handwork - with the Medallion, not the fact our current predicament was even able to occur. 

On 3/6/2026 at 11:28 PM, Through The Living Skies said:

Oh well. That was his problem. She coiled around the man and launched into the skies, flapping majestic wings as she headed northbound.

The man - who hadn't gotten a name because he'd really been supposed to die quite speedily - was mildly uncomfortable. He'd never liked heights, nor being practically strangled by spooky mist dragons. 

On 3/7/2026 at 3:19 AM, Through The Living Glass said:

awww Owen :3

I don't particularly want to hand over my core. Perhaps if you could replace it with another power? It is only a sliver, anyway. Not a full one.

That was a while ago. Template is still more-or-less around, though, should someone look for them. 

That's perfectly understandable. Of course, by the time I was done, it wouldn't be a sliver. Rebus grinned. As for replacements... I suppose I could give you some nanotech, or that magic system BftS borrowed, but I think I can do better than that. 

On 3/7/2026 at 11:14 AM, Through the living keigs said:

he blinked a few times. "Oh your a Narrator. Okay." he relaxed. "So why are you wandering around?"

-

She scrunched her face annoyed. "Oh come on i dont wanna die today."

-

he flicked his wings and show backwards barely out of range of his attacks. "I know. I dont want to trust him but Dax does. But hes smart and wont put everything in his hands. But currently trusting him is keeping us alive." He panted. "I may not act it but im smarter then you think." He said, a large form with a shardblade looking sword dropped down and with one poke cut ameobus in half. Jack used this to grab one of his daggers and cut ameobus head off. 

Rebus considered the question for a moment, missing the speed of thought his powers and enhancements provided. "I have no reason not to be." 

-

"I will protect you." Rebus's voice was devoid of flippancy or false reassurance. 

-

Ameobus reeled back, chips of Mordite and nanomachines scattered across the floor - his torso reforming as what had once been his head started to disintegrate on the ground. "Remember that even I warned you," it said, tongue crumbling to dust. 

Meanwhile, Ameobus's headless body flung the remaining dagger at Jack. It leapt, scuttling across the ceiling and into the vent that Jack's had been hiding. 

On 3/9/2026 at 2:24 PM, xinoehp512 said:

"Very well," said Onyx. "What are the details of this plan?"

Withergeists burrowed through the hull, seeking light and life to wither and destroy.

"Primarily, this concerns lore. Lore itself would certainly be an asset, but I fear for what could happen if it were wielded against Antagonist." Rebus smiled slightly. "I know you've spoken on time travel in the past. Universe travel, though, is largely uncharted - I'm met my daughter, from a world in which Symbol and I truly do get a happy ending. For a time, at least; Rebyl is stranded here, and her father disappeared in that accident." 

-

They found a number of lights that seemed bent on destroying them. Nanomachines - mere specks of life and metal to the eyes of a withergeist - constructed lasers, while crew members with energy weapons had rushed belowdecks to protect the ship's drive. 

[Keke They/he]

33 minutes ago, Through the Living Heir said:

Rebus considered the question for a moment, missing the speed of thought his powers and enhancements provided. "I have no reason not to be." 

-

"I will protect you." Rebus's voice was devoid of flippancy or false reassurance. 

-

Ameobus reeled back, chips of Mordite and nanomachines scattered across the floor - his torso reforming as what had once been his head started to disintegrate on the ground. "Remember that even I warned you," it said, tongue crumbling to dust. 

Meanwhile, Ameobus's headless body flung the remaining dagger at Jack. It leapt, scuttling across the ceiling and into the vent that Jack's had been hiding. 

Kai blinked. "what? Okay whatever. Obviously your Author or god or whatever you call it wanted us to meet yeah? So is there something you wanna say?"

-

rebyl glanced at him "Uh.. thank you." 

 @xinoehp512

Levi and Trevor flashed their bright beams at the withergeist that got im the bottom of the ship. 

-

Leonerd, the part chameleon, part alligator guy groaned. "I dont want to go afffffter him!" 

jack glared. "Boo hoo cry about jt." he tossed a littme scuttler bot after ameobus. 

On 3/7/2026 at 8:22 PM, Through The Living Shatter said:

Ryna looked down at Atlas' body. "It was the Weave of the Threads," she said hoarsely. "This was her destiny." She sounded unsure of herself.

elinore rubbed her eyes. "We must mourn her later, we have to protect the ship."

On 3/7/2026 at 10:50 PM, Through The Living Glass said:

"We're already somewhere private."

Two skeletons lay nearby. There was no one else here.

she rubbed the back of her head. "Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" she said while she thought. "Come wiTh me if you vvant to liive."

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

3 minutes ago, Through the Living Heir said:

That was a while ago. Template is still more-or-less around, though, should someone look for them. 

That's perfectly understandable. Of course, by the time I was done, it wouldn't be a sliver. Rebus grinned. As for replacements... I suppose I could give you some nanotech, or that magic system BftS borrowed, but I think I can do better than that. 

ooooo :3 good to know

Hmm. Perhaps.

5 minutes ago, Through the living keigs said:

she rubbed the back of her head. "Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" she said while she thought. "Come wiTh me if you vvant to liive."

He raised an eyebrow.

"Why so insistent?"

[KaladinsSenseOfHumourSpren He/Him]

1 hour ago, Through the Living Heir said:

"I have a conversion device." Rebus raised his eyebrow, just slightly - Renamed's reaction was intriguing. "I've been around long enough to have a few Chekhov's Guns."

Renamed didn't notice.

"Chekhov's Guns?" Corvus asked. "And how many Narrators do we have already - and how many more do we need?"

[Kansas Stormcursed he/him]

8 hours ago, Through the Living Heir said:

You are a Narrator, of course, but a blade also needs someone to wield it." Then Rebus smiled, his eyes glittering.

"Ah. Would this hurt other Narrators?"

[Verdance he/him]

9 hours ago, Through the Living Heir said:

Rebus took a long breath, the Conversion Medallion around his neck. His Author's absence had been frustrating, but not utterly fruitless - trapped within daydreams, he had learned some of the Medallion's secrets. He took another breath, carefully sculpting the descriptions of his actions, and touched the Medallion to the core. It began to glow - not with the violent flash of the first experiment, but rather a steady light. Rebus smiled. "Five left, I suppose." 

"You are a Narrator, of course, but a blade also needs someone to wield it." Then Rebus smiled, his eyes glittering. 

Rebus grinned, eyes sparkling. "We certainly can..." 

"I have a conversion device." Rebus raised his eyebrow, just slightly - Renamed's reaction was intriguing. "I've been around long enough to have a few Chekhov's Guns."

Uh oh. As memories came rushing back to Jack, he panicked - first as he realized the gravity of his surroundings, and again as he realized Lyric was wandering off. And then he had an idea. "Check your journal," he said softly. 

-

Rebus reached for Symbol, desperately hoping that somehow... he didn't even know. Somehow he could fight the Witherlord himself with nothing but floating rocks and a liquid that drowned you if you touched it? Somehow he could bargain with a being that wanted the destruction of reality? Rebus fell to his knees, truly and completely beaten. 

-

Of course you don't. I do admire your handwork - with the Medallion, not the fact our current predicament was even able to occur. 

The man - who hadn't gotten a name because he'd really been supposed to die quite speedily - was mildly uncomfortable. He'd never liked heights, nor being practically strangled by spooky mist dragons. 

That was a while ago. Template is still more-or-less around, though, should someone look for them. 

That's perfectly understandable. Of course, by the time I was done, it wouldn't be a sliver. Rebus grinned. As for replacements... I suppose I could give you some nanotech, or that magic system BftS borrowed, but I think I can do better than that. 

Rebus considered the question for a moment, missing the speed of thought his powers and enhancements provided. "I have no reason not to be." 

-

"I will protect you." Rebus's voice was devoid of flippancy or false reassurance. 

-

Ameobus reeled back, chips of Mordite and nanomachines scattered across the floor - his torso reforming as what had once been his head started to disintegrate on the ground. "Remember that even I warned you," it said, tongue crumbling to dust. 

Meanwhile, Ameobus's headless body flung the remaining dagger at Jack. It leapt, scuttling across the ceiling and into the vent that Jack's had been hiding. 

"Primarily, this concerns lore. Lore itself would certainly be an asset, but I fear for what could happen if it were wielded against Antagonist." Rebus smiled slightly. "I know you've spoken on time travel in the past. Universe travel, though, is largely uncharted - I'm met my daughter, from a world in which Symbol and I truly do get a happy ending. For a time, at least; Rebyl is stranded here, and her father disappeared in that accident." 

-

They found a number of lights that seemed bent on destroying them. Nanomachines - mere specks of life and metal to the eyes of a withergeist - constructed lasers, while crew members with energy weapons had rushed belowdecks to protect the ship's drive. 

9/10mmHB#2 leered back. He snapped his fingers, and a paper bag appeared in his hands. “I have recently forced my author into writing an improbable amount of prismite into existence.” He reached in, but his efforts were interrupted by a net of blue sparks. “Probability and narrative aren’t happy, so I’m looking to spread it out amidst allies. All I would need from you is a binding promise to become one of those allies, though not as a subordinate, of course. In return, I would be happy to fund your project, as it will probably prove to be much more effective than mine.”

[Keke They/he]

9 hours ago, Through The Living Glass said:

He raised an eyebrow.

"Why so insistent?"

Salt tapped her chin. “I was told to by a friend.”

[xinoehp512 he/him]

15 hours ago, Through The Living Grass said:

The fabric of reality here is bolstered by Night’s presence, and Charnyx finds it surprisingly difficult to violate the rules of physics, as they would rather listen to the pretty goddess with the sparkly hair. Gravity multiplies exponentially in a small area around Charnyx- ten times, a thousand times, a million times. Night drifts backwards slightly, out of his reach just in case and unimpressed, eyes closed like she’s napping. “If you say so,” she murmurs. 

As Night strained the fabric of reality to her will, Charnyx reached out and pushed with her. Reality tore around him as he did so, broken by the combined force of Chaos.

"You think yourself a bastion of Order," he said, slipping into the Void. "How foolish."

A giant claw reached through the hole he had left behind, dark claws grasping.

14 hours ago, Through the Living Heir said:

"Primarily, this concerns lore. Lore itself would certainly be an asset, but I fear for what could happen if it were wielded against Antagonist." Rebus smiled slightly. "I know you've spoken on time travel in the past. Universe travel, though, is largely uncharted - I'm met my daughter, from a world in which Symbol and I truly do get a happy ending. For a time, at least; Rebyl is stranded here, and her father disappeared in that accident." 

"By 'universe travel' you mean travel between alternate realities?" asked Onyx. "I may be able to create a bridge between such with Lore, should you desire it. But what does that have to do with facing the Witherlord?"

13 hours ago, Through the living keigs said:

Kai blinked. "what? Okay whatever. Obviously your Author or god or whatever you call it wanted us to meet yeah? So is there something you wanna say?"

-

rebyl glanced at him "Uh.. thank you." 

 @xinoehp512

Levi and Trevor flashed their bright beams at the withergeist that got im the bottom of the ship. 

Weaker withergeists screamed and vanished at the light. But there were more withergeists, larger ones- and physical creatures too, their eyes black with corruption. They looked like lizard monkeys.

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

11 hours ago, Through the living keigs said:

Salt tapped her chin. “I was told to by a friend.”

He smiled a little.

"Oh yeah?"

[Unintelligenius he/him]

On 3/11/2026 at 10:52 AM, Through The Living Ash said:

The pressure faltered as Bob pushed back against it, and an emotion - deep, barely contained hatred - flashed through him as they connected. A moment passed, and suddenly the force pressed into Bob with renewed vigor, sending a sharp spike of pain through his mind as it drilled deeper. 

Bob shouted in pain as a sense of hatred overcame him, stronger than anything he had felt before in his life. But it wasn't his anger, he knew that. He pushed back against the anger and began fidgeting with a piece of paper, subconsciously forming a paper crane. He tried to combat the anger by remembering all the good times he had had with origami. The feeling of freedom. Then came the pain. Horrible, excruciating pain. Bob collapsed to the ground. All he could focus on was trying to fight off whatever was in his mind. He clenched his fists and made one last effort to push it from him.

On 3/11/2026 at 8:15 PM, Through The Living Glass said:

". . . Maybe . . . I'll try . . ."

She stepped back and managed to make herself float a little bit with really strong winds.

Bob barely noticed that she was off the ground. All he could focus on was the pain and the hate, and not letting it overcome him.

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

1 hour ago, Unintelligenius said:

Bob shouted in pain as a sense of hatred overcame him, stronger than anything he had felt before in his life. But it wasn't his anger, he knew that. He pushed back against the anger and began fidgeting with a piece of paper, subconsciously forming a paper crane. He tried to combat the anger by remembering all the good times he had had with origami. The feeling of freedom. Then came the pain. Horrible, excruciating pain. Bob collapsed to the ground. All he could focus on was trying to fight off whatever was in his mind. He clenched his fists and made one last effort to push it from him.

Bob barely noticed that she was off the ground. All he could focus on was the pain and the hate, and not letting it overcome him.

"Hey, I got it!" she giggled, floated around above the grass.

[Verdance he/him]

On 3/12/2026 at 2:45 PM, xinoehp512 said:

As Night strained the fabric of reality to her will, Charnyx reached out and pushed with her. Reality tore around him as he did so, broken by the combined force of Chaos.

"You think yourself a bastion of Order," he said, slipping into the Void. "How foolish."

A giant claw reached through the hole he had left behind, dark claws grasping.

"By 'universe travel' you mean travel between alternate realities?" asked Onyx. "I may be able to create a bridge between such with Lore, should you desire it. But what does that have to do with facing the Witherlord?"

Weaker withergeists screamed and vanished at the light. But there were more withergeists, larger ones- and physical creatures too, their eyes black with corruption. They looked like lizard monkeys.

Night deftly dodged the claw, forming a piece of nebula into a hand which laced its fingers together with the claw like childhood friends, as she weaved the hole back together. “Order and Chaos are becoming more muddled these days, wouldn’t you say? But don’t put words in my mouth, I’m a Narrator, not a Luxsprite.” She pulled at the space around them, moving them along with the black hole forming around Charnyx’ body away from the ship.