The Longest Thread (Misadventures)

[Kansas Stormcursed he/him]

2 hours ago, DragonHeir said:

"Oh no." Rebus's eyes snapped open. "Oh no." He was dying, and the Witherlord hadn't even had to do anything. If that wasn't so frustrating, it might have even been funny. 

Rebus reached out to the Thread at large, watching all that had happed. He had to hold on... just a little longer... 

"Of course. He's terrifying, and if it was anyone else, I'd do everything I could to avoid drawing his ire." Rebus frowned. "But since he wants to kill almost everyone anyway, I might as well be doing something about it." 

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Rebus smiled at Afterimage. "As you may know, I'm making a weapon against to use against the Witherlord. Would you happen to have any Luxite?"

"Yes, actually. I have some of the materials I need already." Rebus smiled sympathetically. "If you're worried about what you'll do without your powers, I'm sure I could pull some favors and find new abilities you could use." 

Rebus smiled. "Good form." Salt really was a natural at Narration, letting them go straight from technique to tactics. As Rebus thought about it, he was rather glad that Atlas had- Rebus flared with power, and new Threads wrapped around the sword, cutting off whatever it was he had been about to think. 

Night was beginning to fall, and Rebus stood on the top of a mountain, white longcoat blowing in the wind as he looked out into the sunset. "I wasn't expecting visitors," he said, then calmly snapped his fingers. Space warped around him, dropping Cep - sword and all - into the vision. 

"You'll have to get away once you land, then. Good luck." 

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Rebus leapt to his feet in alarm, though he nearly fell over afterwards. "I can lend you some Narration - that'll distance your mind from the pain - though I'm already spread far thinner than I'd prefer. Has anything like this happened before?" 

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"That was fun, wasn't it? He was a real person, you know - I might even have let him go eventually." Amoebus's voice laughed in Leinard's ear. "Now, if you tell anyone I'm here, Rebus will probably lock you up forever, thinking that'll keep me trapped. You really don't want to be working for him anyway - he's about the third evilest person around." 

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Rebus smiled. "Good form - a lot of novice Narrators go out of the way to specify that they're Narrating, which detracts from the purpose." Drawing two swords - which of course had not been there before - Rebus tossed one to Salt, then immediately lunged at her with the second. 

Rebus's hand began to burn, excruciating pain radiating from the scar Redemption had inflicted. Rebus, however, simply gritted his teeth and deactivated the pain. "One apocalypse at a time, please. Unless you shall help against the Witherlord, I need a Blade." 

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Eep! Cursed Treasure, highly alarmed by the development, felt like it maybe should have been consulted on all this. Are you sure you even want me? Lezterp is pretty nice, and I'm, er, hard to use. 

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Eyy! Heir you return!

Cep lowered the sword and looked around. "Where are we?" Even as he asked, he examined the shape and connection of the Threads arouns, seeking to divine information feom their Pattern.

[Through the Living Wrath he/him]

Kingslayer continued to push the cart, offering tours to everyone who would approach.

 

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[DragonHeir he/him]

1 hour ago, Through the Living Wrath said:

 

Rebus nodded. 

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“There is still one of me with the Plague, if that might be useful. You’d owe me a favor, of course, seeing as you were intending to attempt it anyway.” 

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Rebus looked again at Afterimage. “Can you fork off a copy of yourself?” 

1 hour ago, Keke said:

He nodded. "Alright." He snapped the pen when no one was looking. He slid to the back and dropped out of the trash chute. And (likely) landed next to rebus and Kai. 

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After she was sufficiently not bleeding out she looked around. They were on a rocky planet, seemingly nothing for miles except a small house not to far away. She scrunched her face trying to oriente herself. "Ah evergod I cant think of what planet this is."

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Jack narrowed his eyes. "And dax made a deal with him. I knew he was bad news."

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salt blinked. "HEH? No?!"

He floated out into space for a moment, then passed beyond the shielding and snapped away - indeed appearing with Rebus and Kai. 

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Rebus frowned at the house. “If someone lives there, they’ll be evil, helpful, or both.” 

Frowning again as Rebyl’s wounds, Rebus laid his coat over her shoulders. “Here. If you so much as wince, I can give you the Narration so you’ll feel better, alright?” 
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“Persistence is one of the things Rebus does best. Talk to him for too long, and you end up working for him.” 
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“I just used two different techniques. The first is the Narration of others - the Authors don’t like it, unfortunately, so it’s only ever useful when it doesn’t matter.” Rebus chuckled. “What I was demonstrating, however, is the potential of self-Narration. You can control your own actions, and that gives you much more power than simply destroying fruit.” 

9 minutes ago, Kansas Stormcursed said:

Eyy! Heir you return!

Cep lowered the sword and looked around. "Where are we?" Even as he asked, he examined the shape and connection of the Threads arouns, seeking to divine information feom their Pattern.

“A place that will never be.” Rebus turned around, smiling calmly, and Cep could see that all his clothes were pure white - which made it all the more striking that his eyes were burning with darkness. 

[Kansas Stormcursed he/him]

5 minutes ago, DragonHeir said:

Rebus nodded. 

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“There is still one of me with the Plague, if that might be useful. You’d owe me a favor, of course, seeing as you were intending to attempt it anyway.” 

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Rebus looked again at Afterimage. “Can you fork off a copy of yourself?” 

He floated out into space for a moment, then passed beyond the shielding and snapped away - indeed appearing with Rebus and Kai. 

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Rebus frowned at the house. “If someone lives there, they’ll be evil, helpful, or both.” 

Frowning again as Rebyl’s wounds, Rebus laid his coat over her shoulders. “Here. If you so much as wince, I can give you the Narration so you’ll feel better, alright?” 
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“Persistence is one of the things Rebus does best. Talk to him for too long, and you end up working for him.” 
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“I just used two different techniques. The first is the Narration of others - the Authors don’t like it, unfortunately, so it’s only ever useful when it doesn’t matter.” Rebus chuckled. “What I was demonstrating, however, is the potential of self-Narration. You can control your own actions, and that gives you much more power than simply destroying fruit.” 

“A place that will never be.” Rebus turned around, smiling calmly, and Cep could see that all his clothes were pure white - which made it all the more striking that his eyes were burning with darkness. 

Cep nodded. He thought he understood. "Why are we here then?"

[Through the Living Wrath he/him]

7 minutes ago, DragonHeir said:

Rebus nodded. 

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“There is still one of me with the Plague, if that might be useful. You’d owe me a favor, of course, seeing as you were intending to attempt it anyway.” 

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Rebus looked again at Afterimage. “Can you fork off a copy of yourself?” 

He floated out into space for a moment, then passed beyond the shielding and snapped away - indeed appearing with Rebus and Kai. 

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Rebus frowned at the house. “If someone lives there, they’ll be evil, helpful, or both.” 

Frowning again as Rebyl’s wounds, Rebus laid his coat over her shoulders. “Here. If you so much as wince, I can give you the Narration so you’ll feel better, alright?” 
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“Persistence is one of the things Rebus does best. Talk to him for too long, and you end up working for him.” 
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“I just used two different techniques. The first is the Narration of others - the Authors don’t like it, unfortunately, so it’s only ever useful when it doesn’t matter.” Rebus chuckled. “What I was demonstrating, however, is the potential of self-Narration. You can control your own actions, and that gives you much more power than simply destroying fruit.” 

“A place that will never be.” Rebus turned around, smiling calmly, and Cep could see that all his clothes were pure white - which made it all the more striking that his eyes were burning with darkness. 

He hesitated, and shook his head. “No. Since I inherited the material, it isn’t actually associated with any one copy. Rather, there’s a one-way connection from me to a well of the stuff. So while I’m infused with it, it  doesn’t dilute the more copies made. But the wells themselves—of different Thread materials—those are separate. I may be able to find a way to especially tap into one of them. This happened… last time I confronted the Witherlord. It threw me off balance, allowed me to tap into more Mordite.”

[DragonHeir he/him]

26 minutes ago, Kansas Stormcursed said:

Cep nodded. He thought he understood. "Why are we here then?"

Rebus smiled kindly, eyes flaring with starless void. “Who better to practice against but the real thing?” 
The air around them began to crack, Mordite blades tearing themselves out from the Fabric of reality.

19 minutes ago, Through the Living Wrath said:

He hesitated, and shook his head. “No. Since I inherited the material, it isn’t actually associated with any one copy. Rather, there’s a one-way connection from me to a well of the stuff. So while I’m infused with it, it  doesn’t dilute the more copies made. But the wells themselves—of different Thread materials—those are separate. I may be able to find a way to especially tap into one of them. This happened… last time I confronted the Witherlord. It threw me off balance, allowed me to tap into more Mordite.”

“With what I’m trying to do, that’s not a bug; it’s a feature.” Rebus smiled. “But I want a copy of you, or at least the conduit, that I can alter without any side effects.” 

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[Through the Living Wrath he/him]

36 minutes ago, DragonHeir said:

Rebus smiled kindly, eyes flaring with starless void. “Who better to practice against but the real thing?” 
The air around them began to crack, Mordite blades tearing themselves out from the Fabric of reality.

“With what I’m trying to do, that’s not a bug; it’s a feature.” Rebus smiled. “But I want a copy of you, or at least the conduit, that I can alter without any side effects.” 

He nodded. “The connection should be one way, so it should be safe.”

A copy appeared next to them, nodding to Rebus.

[KaladinsSenseOfHumourSpren He/Him]

The Thread exploded overnight

7 hours ago, Just A Silvereye said:

A noise of broken branches came from behind the Tyrannoserpens. Then, a small, slightly round figure emerged. It was a man, wearing beige outfits and sporting an astonishing mustache.

"I'm sorry to interrupt, but do you happen to have seen my mushroom samples?" asked Professor Olivarino to the silhouette he could see in front of him.

7 hours ago, Keke said:

behind him a figure appeared she seemed to be around six years old and ill just send a photo in discord cuase i dont feel like explaining. She looked up at olivarino and clutched her dinosaur toy. "Ah sir can you help me." She sqeaked. 

6 hours ago, Ink and Embers said:

Kiornight struggled through the canopy, which eventually gave way to reveal a hazy spread of greenery over the island. He was distracted by a hissing, somewhere behind him but ground-level. Of course it wouldn't be simple.

Keeping enough above the trees to be able to quickly flee, he headed towards the sound. Perhaps the person from earlier had attracted its attention.

... Scratch that, it seemed like several people had. 

Storm you, Caz, he grumbled, Next time a word of warning?

A man in beige seemed to be consulting a snake and a child (were they a child? Humans, Kiornight couldn't tell) on mushrooms, and shadows flickered and solidified amid the treetops, though their silhouettes were too blurred to make out any details.

Wincing at how audible his buzzing was, Kiornight settled on the crown of a tree, to watch or to run. 

6 hours ago, Just A Silvereye said:

"Uhm, maybe? What do you need help with?" answered Olivarino, while looking in every direction. "And by the way, have you seen a wide brown case, full of glass bocals? I've lost it..."

He briefly covered his ear, trying to get rid of that annoying buzzing, to no avail.

Viridis wondered how so many knew of this island. Had someone visited in the time he was gone?

6 hours ago, NameIess said:

The shadows shifted at Viridis’s whisper, and a woman’s voice rang out indignantly in the night. “Monkeys? Did you just assume I was a monkey?”

Viridis nearly fell out of the tree.

"There are a lot of monkeys, here," he said. "And I am meant to be the only one who knew of this place." That last statement had a hint of frustration.

4 hours ago, DragonHeir said:

"Yes, actually. I have some of the materials I need already." Rebus smiled sympathetically. "If you're worried about what you'll do without your powers, I'm sure I could pull some favors and find new abilities you could use."  

Corvus narrowed his eyes. "I... like my Narration."

4 hours ago, Keke said:

She shook her head. "I havent seen your case, but a crazy jesk is chasing me and his altered shimmer induced boy is chasing me to!"

The Tyrannoserpens hissed again, raising its head off the ground, and lurched towards Professor Olivarino. 

In the distance, Viridis heard a roar - that was either from a jaguar or a dinosaur. Probably a Gnathovorax. 

[Kansas Stormcursed he/him]

1 hour ago, DragonHeir said:

Rebus smiled kindly, eyes flaring with starless void. “Who better to practice against but the real thing?” 
The air around them began to crack, Mordite blades tearing themselves out from the Fabric of reality.

“With what I’m trying to do, that’s not a bug; it’s a feature.” Rebus smiled. “But I want a copy of you, or at least the conduit, that I can alter without any side effects.” 

"Ah." Cep's face fell slightly, but he nodded and raised the sword in both hands, low ready