The Longest Thread (Misadventures)

[Lunamor she/her]

“New phone who dis”

[xinoehp512 he/him]

2 hours ago, Lunamor said:

Luna attempted to roll in on rollerskates.

 

1 hour ago, Jaywalk said:

The pilots of the bonejet were so enthralled by Luna’s performance that they ran the bonejet into Jaxevist’s army.

 

56 minutes ago, Lunamor said:

Luna did a flip.

 

51 minutes ago, Jaywalk said:

One of the pilots jumped out of the wreckage, then called out to Luna. “My love!”

With a loud hum, the bonejet's weapons fired.

Jaxevist stumbled slightly as each missile hit him, but did not fall. Even before the last missile landed, his wounds healed in swirls of red and black thread.

Weak human weapons stood no chance against a Red holed. No chance at all. 

-----

"Dak!" cursed the bonejet's pilot, slipping back into his native tongue. "Bjarka Sog!"

"Language..." admonished Jaino, his fingers flying on the controls as he readied another volley. "And quiet, please."

He couldn't really blame Azgha, though. In his personal opinion, any creature that could take a whole volley like that without batting an eye was worth a whole dictionary of profanity.

"Hold," grunted Azgha suddenly, . "Another, on field. They-"

He cut off suddenly, making a strange gurgle-moan.

"What?" asked Jaino, looking up from the controls. "What is..."

His voice trailed off as he laid eyes on the figure on the screen. His hands slipped from the controls, and -out of the corner of the eye- he could see Azgha doing the same. He hardly noticed as the plane spiraled out of control, crashed through the flying army and collided with the ground.

-----

With detached interest, Jakevist watched the newcomer entrance the pilots and cause the ship to crash. Probably deserving of some sort of recognition, and if he'd been in control he'd most certainly have stayed to talk. But Aridith was in control, and there was only one thing Aridith cared about.

So, without even looking back, Jakevist commanded his army to move out. He had a world to destroy.

Edited January 12, 2020 by xinoehp512

[Jaywalk he/him]

28 minutes ago, Lunamor said:

“New phone who dis”

“Your soulmate!”

[Lunamor she/her]

“...What’s your name?”

[Jaywalk he/him]

The pilot stuttered. “F-f-fred!”

[xinoehp512 he/him]

5 minutes ago, Jaywalk said:

The pilot stuttered. “F-f-fred!”

Why did I say that? thought the part of Jaino's brain that hadn't been consumed by the Enchantress's spell.

[Lunamor she/her]

“Fred, huh?” Luna just kinda awkwardly stood there for a moment. “Well I think you might have mistaken me for someone else.”

[xinoehp512 he/him]

16 minutes ago, Lunamor said:

“Fred, huh?” Luna just kinda awkwardly stood there for a moment. “Well I think you might have mistaken me for someone else.”

Inwardly, Luna sighed. Why did this always happen to her?

----

Dark laughter filled the air around Xinoehp. Farewell, Light One. Long live the darkness....!

In that instant, all the tentacles swirled together, attacking Xinoehp as one, unified whole. He raised his spear to deflect it, knowing full well it would not be enough.

The black strand hit the white shaft, and-

Crack.

The explosion blew Xinoehp clear off the mountain, sending him tumbling through air onto the ground below. He landed in a tumble, somehow managing to simultaneously hold onto his spear and avoid breaking every bone in his body.

With a dull sense of agony, he noticed that his spear had cracked. Whether from the blow of darkness or the fall, he didn't know. Either way, it was the last mark of a hopeless battle.

Fall, echoed the withergeists, swirling down towards him from the mountaintop. Fall, so we might rise...

I've fallen, thought Xinoehp. I've failed...

But just as the last spark of hope faded, something incredible occurred. With one last defiant scream, the stormwraith tore...

...and a ray of light fell through the clouds.

@Shard of Thought

Edited January 12, 2020 by xinoehp512

[Zephrun’s Imperium they/he]

18 minutes ago, xinoehp512 said:

Dark laughter filled the air around Xinoehp. Farewell, Light One. Long live the darkness....!

In that instant, all the tentacles swirled together, attacking Xinoehp as one, unified whole. He raised his spear to deflect it, knowing full well it would not be enough.

The black strand hit the white shaft, and-

Crack.

The explosion blew Xinoehp clear off the mountain, sending him tumbling through air onto the ground below. He landed in a tumble, somehow managing to simultaneously hold onto his spear and avoid breaking every bone in his body.

With a dull sense of agony, he noticed that his spear had cracked. Whether from the blow of darkness or the fall, he didn't know. Either way, it was the last mark of a hopeless battle.

Fall, echoed the withergeists, swirling down towards him from the mountaintop. Fall, so we might rise...

I've fallen, thought Xinoehp. I've failed...

But just as the last spark of hope faded, something incredible occurred. With one last defiant scream, the stormwraith tore...

...and a ray of light fell through the clouds.

@Shard of Thought

Sophie screamed, letting out a horrified, "NOOOOOOO!" She didn't care about the light, she was too focused on the horror of what she had just witnessed. Tears blurred her vision. "Please be okay," she cried. "Oh, Fate, please let him be okay..." She watched the light, a spark of hope burning within her. "Let him be okay..."

[xinoehp512 he/him]

Xinoehp looked up in wonder at the light streaming down on his face, squinting his eyes against the stark sunlight.

The withergeists froze in place, stunned by the sudden sunbeam.

The Witherlord stopped and stared, speechless.

Xinoehp slowly stood. Slowly, but surely, his spear began to shine again, powered from a spring deep within his soul.

His eyes shot open. Two beams of light shot out, vaporizing the withergeists unlucky enough to stand in their way.

"No," he said, and his voice echoed across the land. "You will fall."

With that, he leapt, ready to face the Witherlord again.

[Zephrun’s Imperium they/he]

Sophie shielded her eyes against the light. She listened carefully, hearing Fate's Narration. "Yes," she muttered, wiping away her tears. "Oh yes, yes!" She found herself smiling. 

Astral was annoyed that she hadn't been Narrated in a while and demanded that TVG mention her. She was mentioned.

[xinoehp512 he/him]

Xinoehp flew through the air on radiant beams of light. As he reached the tip of the mountain, he raised his spear.

With a mighty swing, he smote the Witherlord.

Light exploded outwards as the tendrils of darkness that the Witherlord had sent throughout the worlds evaporated. Millions upon billions of withergeists across the universes halted what they were doing as their commanding authority ceased to command. Billions more simply evaporated in flashes of light, annihilated by Xinoehp's incredible power.

And that was just the first blow.

[Zephrun’s Imperium they/he]

Sophie's eyes went wide as she watched the spectacle. That was the Xinoehp she knew. That was what a hero looked like. She sighed wistfully, heart racing with excitement. It was positively incredible. Below her excitement and adrenaline was a layer of shame at not having done much of anything to help, but she shoved it aside, consumed by the marvelous sight before her.

Astral squeezed her eyes shut tightly. The light outside would have been lethal had it not been for the forcefield around her. For the first time since getting taken by Silence, the Queen of Shadows felt fear. 

[Jaywalk he/him]

Author Void watched the battle curiously.

[Rosharan A.C. he/him]

And A.C. watched from the shadows with his "Phone-contacts-scrambler-inator".

Edited January 12, 2020 by Rosharan A.C.

[Jaywalk he/him]

On 1/4/2020 at 7:24 PM, DoomStick said:

THE 150 PAGES LEFT PARTY STARTED

YET AGAIN!

[Lunamor she/her]

Luna, still feeling quite awkward, had no clue what to do so she handed Fred a party hat.

[Jaywalk he/him]

Then Fred got down on one knee.

[Rosharan A.C. he/him]

A.C. was so startled that he accidentally dropped his inator into a puddle.

Edited January 12, 2020 by Rosharan A.C.

[Lunamor she/her]

Luna laughed nervously, desperately hoping that Fred was tying his shoe.

[Jaywalk he/him]

Fred then sneezed all over Luna.

[Lunamor she/her]

Luna went past confusion and into confuzzlement.

[Truthless of Shinovar he/him]

And suddenly, everyone’s contacts were scrambled.

[Zephrun’s Imperium they/he]

For Granite, the fight to survive was a bitter one. He honestly didn't know how he'd lasted this long and he was certain that the odds of him living much longer were beyond low. The ribbons on his mistcloak fluttered around him as he spun in the downpour, half fighting back, half running away, just trying desperately to stay out of the withergeists' dark and deadly reach. Every one of his metals were running low, with his pewter nearly depleted. Once that ran out, he was done for. 

It was funny, he thought as his knife tore through the thin wing of one of the creatures, sending it tumbling, flightless, to the ground. For all his time spent trying to find out what the storms his mother really was, he would never really know the truth. He had, by this time, accepted that he would soon die. He only hoped that his sister, his aunt, his uncle, and his cousins would survive the withergeists. It was too late for him. He supposed that some might think of him as quite privileged, for an orphan. He had a family. They cared for him. More than his mother had, anyway. And yet, the pain had never really gone away. It had faded, yes, but the scars were still there. It had been enough to Snap him, obviously. And then he had just... left. All those things with Jaywalk and Aunt Sophie. Things of Narrators and Shards, Investiture. Every answer led to five more questions. And at the heart of it all was his mother. The woman who had abandoned him and then drove his father to commit suicide. He had hated her for a long time. But now, having seen a glimpse of the world she came from... His heart was simply confused. 

All of a sudden, his foot slipped on the wet pavement and just as he hit the ground, his pewter, the only thing giving him the strength to keep fighting, ran out. The sound of rain thundered in his ears, like a steady drum beat preceding an execution. His wounds - mostly from his own stupid mistakes made in haste than the withergeists - screamed at him, his head pounded. He let himself fall back onto the ground, defeated. Kill me, he thought absently as he awaited death. Just do it already. He closed his eyes tightly, letting himself just breathe before the withergeists tore him apart. 

He waited. 

And waited. 

Granite cracked an eye open. He immediately had to shield his gaze. Sunlight was streaming through the clouds and in its wake, the withergeists hissed, scrambling back and away from it. What? he thought to himself. More sunlight broke the cloud cover, shining over the entire clearing. Unable to move, he laid there, watching the light flood every surface, the darkness fleeing before its touch. He didn't see much more before he fainted, turning his Soul over to the Stormfather. 

[+Ark1002]

Ark had fallen into a dark place. He no longer wished to live. No longer wished to interact. No longer wanted anything but to drink.

And drink.

And drink.

And drink.

And drink...

he shook his head, throwing the bottle away. It was empty.

Ark was bored of this. But Ark had a solution.

For Ark was Narrator, a being of incredible power. And he could become new, if he wished. Lose his memories, his shape, everything but his power and soul.

Ark could start fresh.

So, with a brilliant flash of light, the place where Ark had sat, in a lonely plain, was now a massive looming tree. A redwood. Full grown.

And from the bottom of the tree, a new form emerged. The new form seemed to be made of bark. It's eyes were a lively green, glowing in the light. It's hair was leaves, a pale green. It had moss covering it in the places that needed covered, and among its feet, miniature ferns and fungus grew. This form was feminine, and as it moved, life sprouted up around its feet. It's feet never seemed to leave the ground, instead fusing into it, sliding along. When the figure emerged out of the shadow of the tree, it lit up.

Every piece of this creature was new. Was life. Was happiness.

Narrator Willow had been born.