The Longest Thread (Misadventures)

[IAmThatOneGuy He/Him]

3 hours ago, Verdance said:

Inkwell, knocked off balance and burned by the anti-intent, was struggling to reform his body. He stumbled to his feet. “Strong. But the Witherlord is stronger. If what came before the thread is your breaking point, it’d be better for you to die now. This is not mercy, but trust me, I feel for you.” He raised Futility and fortified himself, then continued his relentless attack.

Vlanis began to run back to the fight, but stopped. For the first time, he realized what was happening to the city. 
The fires were quickly spreading throughout the streets. Civilians were crying out and running in chaos. Vlanis looked back to the fight. He could finish this. Kill Mistair and take his revenge.

His eyes focused on a familiar figure. There, just a hundred feet away, the Outlier and several other people in uniforms were urgently leading a group of scared people to safety, holding his golden chain. 

Matias looked up, met Vlanis’s eyes, and something old and painful stirred. 

Times when he had been called Troy.
Times when he helped people.
Times when Matias had been a friend close as a brother. 
Angela's voice echoed through him.
Troy, do you know why I love you?
It's because, in the end, you always do the right thing.

The silver-eyed Wayfarer stared at the mordite knife in his hands.
He let it fall. It clattered on the pavement.
Without a single look back, Troy ran towards the people in need.
-
Mistair screamed in rage, all of his clones countering the attacks with fierce intensity. One of them stepped back, gaining a moment's rest. 
In that second, he saw Vlanis. The white-clothed man looked back and forth from the fight and the crowd, before finally dropping the knife and running towards the people.

Mistair understood instantly.
Vlanis hadn’t chosen revenge.
He hadn’t chosen the story Mistair wanted.

He hadn’t chosen him.
The Narrator's last hope for control faded.

He lowered his weapon, his clones disappearing. "Well," he murmured, sanity returning to his eyes, "I suppose this is the end. I have nothing more."
Straightening, not caring for the witherbound's raised sword, he bowed a deep, theatrical bow. 
"My final act has ended. I bid you all... Adieu."

Edited May 14 by IAmThatOneGuy

[Aeoryi she/her]

2 hours ago, Keke said:

Salt saw the dagger and flexed her hand a bit nervously. “Allegiances? Uhm. Like friends? Rebus Clarke is my friend.. uh. Bacon-“ she bit her tongue remembering he was dead. Her brain went through her allies, sequence -dead- bacon -dead- scribe -dead- though he had a ghost. She wasnt able to reach him though. “Rebus… i already said him.”

"Rebus... hmmm..." Ribbon mused. "We can work with that. What goals do you have?"

[Verdance he/him]

1 hour ago, IAmThatOneGuy said:

Vlanis began to run back to the fight, but stopped. For the first time, he realized what was happening to the city. 
The fires were quickly spreading throughout the streets. Civilians were crying out and running in chaos. Vlanis looked back to the fight. He could finish this. Kill Mistair and take his revenge.

His eyes focused on a familiar figure. There, just a hundred feet away, the Outlier and several other people in uniforms were urgently leading a group of scared people to safety, holding his golden chain. 

Matias looked up, met Vlanis’s eyes, and something old and painful stirred. 

Times when he had been called Troy.
Times when he helped people.
Times when Matias had been a friend close as a brother. 
Angela's voice echoed through him.
Troy, do you know why I love you?
It's because, in the end, you always do the right thing.

The silver-eyed Wayfarer stared at the mordite knife in his hands.
He let it fall. It clattered on the pavement.
Without a single look back, Troy ran towards the people in need.
-
Mistair screamed in rage, all of his clones countering the attacks with fierce intensity. One of them stepped back, gaining a moment's rest. 
In that second, he saw Vlanis. The white-clothed man looked back and forth from the fight and the crowd, before finally dropping the knife and running towards the people.

Mistair understood instantly.
Vlanis hadn’t chosen revenge.
He hadn’t chosen the story Mistair wanted.

He hadn’t chosen him.
The Narrator's last hope for control faded.

He lowered his weapon, his clones disappearing. "Well," he murmured, sanity returning to his eyes, "I suppose this is the end. I have nothing more."
Straightening, not caring for the witherbound's raised sword, he bowed a deep, theatrical bow. 
"My final act has ended. I bid you all... Adieu."

Inkwell raises an eyebrow at the possibly premature theatrics, then remembers his own early days. Three blades fall. So do three of Mistair’s clones. But before Mistair is wiped from existence…

[IAmThatOneGuy He/Him]

1 hour ago, Verdance said:

Inkwell raises an eyebrow at the possibly premature theatrics, then remembers his own early days. Three blades fall. So do three of Mistair’s clones. But before Mistair is wiped from existence…

"...For now."
Mistair snapped his fingers with a tight smile. He fell backwards and vanished without a trace.

Across the burning street, two figures froze at the same moment.
Troy stumbled, hand flying to his chest.
The Outlier beside him and evacuees did the same, golden chain slipping through his fingers.

Something deep within them—something old, something shared—shattered like glass.

The bond was gone. They were immortal no more.

[Verdance he/him]

1 hour ago, IAmThatOneGuy said:

"...For now."
Mistair snapped his fingers with a tight smile. He fell backwards and vanished without a trace.

Across the burning street, two figures froze at the same moment.
Troy stumbled, hand flying to his chest.
The Outlier beside him and evacuees did the same, golden chain slipping through his fingers.

Something deep within them—something old, something shared—shattered like glass.

The bond was gone. They were immortal no more.

 

Inkwell was disappointed. “Did you have to do that?” He asked. “I wanted to play with mordite effects on reincarnation,” and as he did, he lunged, thrusting his blade through Mistair’s chest. Except, that didn’t quite happen. Rather, Mistair was yanked backwards by someone who looked like Inkwell, but flesh and blood, glowing softly. “Come on,” 9/10mmHB#2 said. “I didn’t make you a withergeist so you could slaughter new people. Behave, old friend.” 

Edited May 15 by Verdance

[Keke They/he]

3 hours ago, Aeoryi said:

"Rebus... hmmm..." Ribbon mused. "We can work with that. What goals do you have?"

salt blinked. "Uhm. Make sure... my friends dont die? Though im running out of friends. I have rebus, i wanna protect my brother. Uhm. The one other girl I dont know how name but shes rebus's daughter. And anyone whos allies with rebus."

[Aeoryi she/her]

6 minutes ago, Keke said:

salt blinked. "Uhm. Make sure... my friends dont die? Though im running out of friends. I have rebus, i wanna protect my brother. Uhm. The one other girl I dont know how name but shes rebus's daughter. And anyone whos allies with rebus."

Ribbon nodded. She raised her hand, and a simple stool appeared in front of her. She dragged it towards herself, taking a seat. She conjured one for salt as well. 

"I'm sure you're aware of the threat of the Witherlord, correct?" She leaned forward. "He threatens all that you love. He took those that I love, too... and he'll do the same to you, dear."

[Keke They/he]

8 minutes ago, Aeoryi said:

Ribbon nodded. She raised her hand, and a simple stool appeared in front of her. She dragged it towards herself, taking a seat. She conjured one for salt as well. 

"I'm sure you're aware of the threat of the Witherlord, correct?" She leaned forward. "He threatens all that you love. He took those that I love, too... and he'll do the same to you, dear."

her face darkened and she sat down. "I know. he already took almost everything. Im going to kill him i dont care what it takes."

[Aeoryi she/her]

5 minutes ago, Keke said:

her face darkened and she sat down. "I know. he already took almost everything. Im going to kill him i dont care what it takes."

A flash of complex emotion passed over Ribbon's face, and then it returned to it's cheery visage. "He took the one I loved most. Fog. And he made her twisted."

The false words that fog had said in their last altercation still ruminated on her mind. They sat, floating in her mind, like a festering wound under a band-aid. 

"It looks like we're on the same side though, Salt." She directed her sight towards her dagger she still held tightly in her hand. "That means that, unless you say otherwise, you're coming with me."

[Verdance he/him]

One of 9/10’s projections appears nearby Salt and Ribbon. “True Undertale kids, the lot of you. Unfortunately, our interests align. Oh, uh, sorry for appearing without asking. Or not. I don’t really care.”

[Aeoryi she/her]

35 minutes ago, Verdance said:

One of 9/10’s projections appears nearby Salt and Ribbon. “True Undertale kids, the lot of you. Unfortunately, our interests align. Oh, uh, sorry for appearing without asking. Or not. I don’t really care.”

9/10 feels an intense force almost usher him away into a portal. He is whisked away into what seems like a dream-like iteration of the holy city Urithiru- yet something seems to be off. 

A pale shadow of Ribbon appeared before him with a stern look on her face. "Do not dare to threaten my plans, Inkwell, or I will see that my Mordite blade finds it's path through your skull."

[IAmThatOneGuy He/Him]

Matias watched the sunrise, turning the sky a brilliant array of colours. Aster was on his shoulder, the cultivationspren silently resting.

The man once called Vlanis — now simply Troy again — sat next to him in a matching shirt, the emblem of The Longest Shard Humanitarian Organization bright against the fabric.
Both were quiet, but no words were needed.

The Witherlord still loomed over the horizon, a threat waiting for its hour. But as for now, the sun would rise, warm and bright. 
And life would go on.

I think I'll leave it there for now

[Keke They/he]

10 hours ago, Aeoryi said:

A flash of complex emotion passed over Ribbon's face, and then it returned to it's cheery visage. "He took the one I loved most. Fog. And he made her twisted."

The false words that fog had said in their last altercation still ruminated on her mind. They sat, floating in her mind, like a festering wound under a band-aid. 

"It looks like we're on the same side though, Salt." She directed her sight towards her dagger she still held tightly in her hand. "That means that, unless you say otherwise, you're coming with me."

She nodded standing up. “I trust you ribbon. But I do have a few things I can’t do. So I need to know what we are doing.”

[Verdance he/him]

10 hours ago, Aeoryi said:

9/10 feels an intense force almost usher him away into a portal. He is whisked away into what seems like a dream-like iteration of the holy city Urithiru- yet something seems to be off. 

A pale shadow of Ribbon appeared before him with a stern look on her face. "Do not dare to threaten my plans, Inkwell, or I will see that my Mordite blade finds it's path through your skull."

9/10mmHB#2 blinked. “Hi, Ribbon. Good instincts. But this one is 9/10, the good one, and Inkwell is currently a withergeist.” He passed through a table, the projection flickering and reforming on the other side. “This is no longer a secret, and neither am I the only person to have achieved it, or even the strongest, but luxite, however slowly, is returning to the Thread. Now I am known for a lot of things. Plot relevance, for one. Devious improvisation, another. Unfortunately not my face, because this one is in fact technically Inkwell’s. But planning? That is not one of them. So, consider myself, for the moment, at your disposal. Hopefully all the effort I put into obtaining this luxite won’t go to waste.”

1 hour ago, IAmThatOneGuy said:

Matias watched the sunrise, turning the sky a brilliant array of colours. Aster was on his shoulder, the cultivationspren silently resting.

The man once called Vlanis — now simply Troy again — sat next to him in a matching shirt, the emblem of The Longest Shard Humanitarian Organization bright against the fabric.
Both were quiet, but no words were needed.

The Witherlord still loomed over the horizon, a threat waiting for its hour. But as for now, the sun would rise, warm and bright. 
And life would go on.

I think I'll leave it there for now

Wait, is Mistair supposed to be dead? 

[IAmThatOneGuy He/Him]

1 hour ago, Verdance said:

9/10mmHB#2 blinked. “Hi, Ribbon. Good instincts. But this one is 9/10, the good one, and Inkwell is currently a withergeist.” He passed through a table, the projection flickering and reforming on the other side. “This is no longer a secret, and neither am I the only person to have achieved it, or even the strongest, but luxite, however slowly, is returning to the Thread. Now I am known for a lot of things. Plot relevance, for one. Devious improvisation, another. Unfortunately not my face, because this one is in fact technically Inkwell’s. But planning? That is not one of them. So, consider myself, for the moment, at your disposal. Hopefully all the effort I put into obtaining this luxite won’t go to waste.”

Wait, is Mistair supposed to be dead? 

No, he's still out there, but he's likely going to lie low for a while. The two don't really know what happened to him.

[Verdance he/him]

40 minutes ago, IAmThatOneGuy said:

No, he's still out there, but he's likely going to lie low for a while. The two don't really know what happened to him.

Last i checked:

14 hours ago, Verdance said:

 

Inkwell was disappointed. “Did you have to do that?” He asked. “I wanted to play with mordite effects on reincarnation,” and as he did, he lunged, thrusting his blade through Mistair’s chest. Except, that didn’t quite happen. Rather, Mistair was yanked backwards by someone who looked like Inkwell, but flesh and blood, glowing softly. “Come on,” 9/10mmHB#2 said. “I didn’t make you a withergeist so you could slaughter new people. Behave, old friend.” 

I think i broke continuity 

help me fix it

Edited May 15 by Verdance

[Ink and Embers Any pronouns]

I have a character in the Doorways at the moment I want to send here; is there a good scene for him to join?

[Verdance he/him]

1 minute ago, Ink and Embers said:

I have a character in the Doorways at the moment I want to send here; is there a good scene for him to join?

Well, the Witherlord has been attacking a city and there has been a fight between Inkwell and Mistair and Vlanis recently. Mistair disappeared and Vlanis has some form of happily ever after so thats happening

 

[Ink and Embers Any pronouns]

Just now, Verdance said:

Well, the Witherlord has been attacking a city and there has been a fight between Inkwell and Mistair and Vlanis recently. Mistair disappeared and Vlanis has some form of happily ever after so thats happening

 

That's neat! My character is a shapeshifting pigeon with experience in several different realities; I'll try and get him out the Doorways 

[Aeoryi she/her]

3 hours ago, Keke said:

She nodded standing up. “I trust you ribbon. But I do have a few things I can’t do. So I need to know what we are doing.”

Ribbon nodded back. "I know of one weapon that can completely sever one character's connection to the plot and all of TLT- it will work on the Witherlord, I think- but it's location has been lost to time."

3 hours ago, Verdance said:

9/10mmHB#2 blinked. “Hi, Ribbon. Good instincts. But this one is 9/10, the good one, and Inkwell is currently a withergeist.” He passed through a table, the projection flickering and reforming on the other side. “This is no longer a secret, and neither am I the only person to have achieved it, or even the strongest, but luxite, however slowly, is returning to the Thread. Now I am known for a lot of things. Plot relevance, for one. Devious improvisation, another. Unfortunately not my face, because this one is in fact technically Inkwell’s. But planning? That is not one of them. So, consider myself, for the moment, at your disposal. Hopefully all the effort I put into obtaining this luxite won’t go to waste.”

Wait, is Mistair supposed to be dead? 

Ribbon's shadow flickered momentarily.

"Luxite returning is... curious. But it would take a lot of Luxite to remove the Witherlord." She sighed. 

"Your incompetence has nearly gotten me killed in several locations. If you are as strong as you believe you are, I think an objective test of skill is in order here, to prove that." With a snap, they found themselves at the top of Urithiru, looking out at a vast, mountainous landscape. 

"Defeat the monster that still lurks in this dimension, and return to me."

If 9/10 doesn't want to do this he is more than welcome to simply refuse.

[Keke They/he]

23 minutes ago, Aeoryi said:

Ribbon nodded back. "I know of one weapon that can completely sever one character's connection to the plot and all of TLT- it will work on the Witherlord, I think- but it's location has been lost to time."

Salt raised an eyebrow. “Huh? What weapon could kill him? Is it the author-killing-blade?”

[Aeoryi she/her]

4 minutes ago, Keke said:

Salt raised an eyebrow. “Huh? What weapon could kill him? Is it the author-killing-blade?”

Ribbon shook her head. "I have never heard of an Author killing blade, aside from the fabled Ban Hammer- although we are not worthy enough to wield its power. I am talking about the Plotblade of Plot Significance, which was made by my creator around page 2540 to defeat Desolation."

[Verdance he/him]

1 hour ago, Aeoryi said:

Ribbon nodded back. "I know of one weapon that can completely sever one character's connection to the plot and all of TLT- it will work on the Witherlord, I think- but it's location has been lost to time."

Ribbon's shadow flickered momentarily.

"Luxite returning is... curious. But it would take a lot of Luxite to remove the Witherlord." She sighed. 

"Your incompetence has nearly gotten me killed in several locations. If you are as strong as you believe you are, I think an objective test of skill is in order here, to prove that." With a snap, they found themselves at the top of Urithiru, looking out at a vast, mountainous landscape. 

"Defeat the monster that still lurks in this dimension, and return to me."

If 9/10 doesn't want to do this he is more than welcome to simply refuse.

“Well, I’m certainly not strong enough to fight the Witherlord. I have heard rumors of a much stronger luxite blade being crafted, though, as well as two oth-“ 9/10 is cut off as they suddenly teleport. He stumbles forward. “Thanks for that. Oh, give me a break. You can’t say your entrance to the Thread wasn’t without incident.”

He stares out at the mountains. “Fine. This shouldn’t take too long.” His form dissolves into trails of light, and reappears down in the valley.

[Aeoryi she/her]

13 minutes ago, Verdance said:

“Well, I’m certainly not strong enough to fight the Witherlord. I have heard rumors of a much stronger luxite blade being crafted, though, as well as two oth-“ 9/10 is cut off as they suddenly teleport. He stumbles forward. “Thanks for that. Oh, give me a break. You can’t say your entrance to the Thread wasn’t without incident.”

He stares out at the mountains. “Fine. This shouldn’t take too long.” His form dissolves into trails of light, and reappears down in the valley.

He got the sense that he was going AWAY from the monster 

[Verdance he/him]

1 minute ago, Aeoryi said:

He got the sense that he was going AWAY from the monster 

9/10 narrowed his eyes at the corrective impression, but reappeared at the top of Urithiru.