The Longest Thread (Misadventures)

[Aeoryi she/her]

1 minute ago, Nameless* said:

The Wall ignored Rirrom's powers, and the crack reasserted itself a moment later. Reasoning stared at both in abject horror. "You don't understand. That's the Wall. It's what keeps us here. The only thing completely immune to Narration. She's breaking everything else. She'll destroy the thread as we know it if we don't do something. All the same... what you did helped. Please, hold her back. I think I can do something, I just need more time." As she spoke, however, the cracks on the figure began expanding faster, distorting its shape more and more as the light glowed brighter and brighter. "She's losing control! I think-I think she's angry that someone tried to kill Curiosity. You have to stop her now!"

"The dark patron. I see." He held his hands together, and inverted the wall intirely, making it heal itself, but the effects were all for nothing. Rirrom considered reversing everything, but that wouldn't do anything. So instead, he mirrored the wall, and made a clone of itself, inverted, to fight it, fix it and heal it.

[Immortal Platypus]

@Thaidakar the Ghostblood, did you see my post?

[NameIess]

Just now, Aeoliae said:

"The dark patron. I see." He held his hands together, and inverted the wall intirely, making it heal itself, but the effects were all for nothing. Rirrom considered reversing everything, but that wouldn't do anything. So instead, he mirrored the wall, and made a clone of itself, inverted, to fight it, fix it and heal it.

The Wall isn't being damaged. It's just everything else in TLT that's in danger if Power loses control completely.

[Thaidakar the Ghostblood he/him]

Just now, Being of Cacophony said:

@Thaidakar the Ghostblood, did you see my post?

I did. I had to eat dinner. I'm writing up a big ol response. Some awesome music going rn. Look forward to it... *laughs evilly*

[Aeoryi she/her]

Just now, Nameless* said:

The Wall isn't being damaged. It's just everything else in TLT that's in danger if Power loses control completely.

Oh wait power is a person?

Rirrom reversed Power completely, back to about 16 pages ago. Hopefully that worked

[Immortal Platypus]

Just now, Thaidakar the Ghostblood said:

I did. I had to eat dinner. I'm writing up a big ol response. Some awesome music going rn. Look forward to it... *laughs evilly*

ok, just wanted to be clear. I'm excited.

[Thaidakar the Ghostblood he/him]

2 minutes ago, Being of Cacophony said:

ok, just wanted to be clear. I'm excited.

*grins* this'll be fun.

[Immortal Platypus]

Just now, Thaidakar the Ghostblood said:

*grins* this'll be fun.

Stop hyping it up and just post the dang thing!

[Thaidakar the Ghostblood he/him]

1 minute ago, Being of Cacophony said:

Stop hyping it up and just post the dang thing!

trying- give me a bit!

[Immortal Platypus]

Just now, Thaidakar the Ghostblood said:

trying- give me a bit!

Stop posting after me so you don't double post!

[NameIess]

Just now, Aeoliae said:

Oh wait power is a person?

Rirrom reversed Power completely, back to about 16 pages ago. Hopefully that worked

Yes. Subversion, a Narrator, was split into ten pieces. Power is her power as a Narrator, but when split apart from the others, she doesn't have the strength of will to control or use it in a safe way.

Power's distorted form pulled back together, revealing someone who looked mostly identical to Reasoning. She turned to face Rirrom, an expression of pure surprise and rage on her face. Without warning that face split, cracks of light returning, momentarily halted destruction beginning again. This time, however, Power did not stand still. She began walking towards Rirrom, each step leaving behind a jagged hole as she slowly approached the Narrator.

[Through the Living Elan He/Him]

The once-author fought through the shadowy creatures until he arrived at… some unfamiliar place. Cracks spread all over the place. He watched as Power walked towards Rirrom. “No no no… this… this shouldn’t be happening. It isn’t possible.” His authorblade dissolved in his hand, and the power came back to his body. He just stood there, frozen in terror as he watched TLT fall apart. 

[Aeoryi she/her]

7 minutes ago, Nameless* said:

Yes. Subversion, a Narrator, was split into ten pieces. Power is her power as a Narrator, but when split apart from the others, she doesn't have the strength of will to control or use it in a safe way.

Power's distorted form pulled back together, revealing someone who looked mostly identical to Reasoning. She turned to face Rirrom, an expression of pure surprise and rage on her face. Without warning that face split, cracks of light returning, momentarily halted destruction beginning again. This time, however, Power did not stand still. She began walking towards Rirrom, each step leaving behind a jagged hole as she slowly approached the Narrator.

"A light in the darkness, power. Understand yourself before others." Rirrom mentally prepared some disruption shields, but stood still.

[NameIess]

2 minutes ago, Ancient Elantrian said:

The once-author fought through the shadowy creatures until he arrived at… some unfamiliar place. Cracks spread all over the place. He watched as Power walked towards Rirrom. “No no no… this… this shouldn’t be happening. It isn’t possible.” His authorblade dissolved in his hand, and the power came back to his body. He just stood there, frozen in terror as he watched TLT fall apart. 

Reasoning ran up to the person. "Look, I don't know how you got here, but you're an author, right? I need your help."

[Thaidakar the Ghostblood he/him]

47 minutes ago, Being of Cacophony said:

It's a blade that only Narrators have. 

"I'm not fighting you, I'm fighting him!"

"Go help Subversion, Falvan," Platypus said staring grimly. "This is my fight."

Little does Rond know, I actually play chess competitively. I almost won State a few years ago.

Platypus raises his Blades, then lowers them. He runs in and ducks the first slash. Then, inside the sword's reach, he shouted. Power amplifying his voice, a shockwave blasts out, then a sonic boom. He throws his Narrationblade, jumps, and swings for Rond's head with Vengeance.

Rond twists in the air, the armor storing the force of the shockwave for the right moment. Rond grins underneath the energy shield and brings his blade up in the air to the Plot blade, flying into it, energy flaring around him. Rond laughed as sparks flew from the Narration blade meeting the Unholy Blade. Darkness sprayed in all direction, countered by light giving it depth. 

He bounced off of the push, falling into a new form in the air and tapping his wrist. Five inversely colored versions of him jumped out of him, far less strong, but still fairly competent. They all, at once, rushed Platypus, moving to the side and performed the perfect flight equivalent of Heron among the rushes, moving back and forth, slashing with practiced skill. They were in a circle around him, slashing and attacking.

Rond himself threw himself back, swirling his sword through the air, slicing through the very hem of reality. Pure energy of all colors rippled around the Unholy Blade and its welder, causing condensation of pure energy to form on the blade. Power undulated into unbridled orbs of energy, a technicolor and multitudinous mass of the matter that makes up TLT. It crackled like fire around Rond, preparing to strike. 

"Aim..." He pointed his blade to one of the clones as they proceeded to bombard Platypus in the air. Rond grinned. This was it. This was the time to prove himself. Really prove himself. He'd been shown time and time again to be a competent scientist. But this, this was what he needed. This is what would finally redeem him in Thaidakar's eyes and show him what he'd cast aside all those years ago. But, no, Thaidakar was dead. There was no-one to prove himself to anymore. No-one but the living and the dust of the earth. How does it feel to have one's purpose cast away into the infinite abyss of nothing that is your soul? Rond, in that moment, knew it better than any living in this time ever have or ever will. And...

Yet...

Somehow he knew that he had to keep going. Rond had to keep doing what he was doing otherwise who would he be? Without this, was he merely the second hand character from a dead Narrator's past? was he merely that one villain who was a good fighter and a scientist? And was that really him? And, if it was, would he want to change that? 

In an instant of realization, Rond realized something very important.

No, he wouldn't want to change that, because it was his destiny. Destiny had a path for him. And it felt right for him to be doing this. For once in his life he was acting instead of being on the sidelines and he liked it! 

And, so, Rond seized his destiny.

A pure beam of raging, unfathomable and destined to be true shot hit one of the clones, beaming into the others and forming a dome around them and Platypus.

The beam fired fifty times all at once on one spot.

Platypus's body.

Blood moon by Rok Nardin.

I give you full permission to be as powerful as can be as long as you don't godmod.

44 minutes ago, Nameless* said:

Unintelligible looked up at Micheal, breathing heavily. "Thanks. That was... too close."

Micheal smiled, offering him a hand, "Anytime... Besides, my dead wife was going to not let me watch a tv show with her if I didn't. Now, let's go help the others against Power!"

44 minutes ago, Nameless* said:

The figure turned its gaze towards the beast. A crack on its face widened slightly, but otherwise it did not react. Power flowed freely from it into the beast, but the figure's glow showed no signs of dampening.

The beast roared, struggling to kill Power. "MORE!" Its being undulated against itself, shifting and changing into countless shapes of beings long gone, in the present or will come into place. Past, present and future merged on one being, crafting it into an absolute monster that seemed like it was taken right out of a child's unformed and unnatural nightmare. No, it was a nightmare. A nightmare made ethereal. It was living darkness here to drag down its victims to the depths of hell and beyond. It was here to consume. To eat. To devour. The mass of beasts screeched, its great maw of a mouth ready to bring Power to the depths of the deepest underworld, to the darkest dungeons of Hades's realm, to the worst of worlds.

Edited August 24, 2023 by Thaidakar the Ghostblood
fixed a word

[Through the Living Elan He/Him]

6 minutes ago, Nameless* said:

Reasoning ran up to the person. "Look, I don't know how you got here, but you're an author, right? I need your help."

The once-author bit his lip nervously, his gaze still transfixed on the cracks. “What do you need me to do?”

@Nameless*

Edited August 24, 2023 by Ancient Elantrian

[NameIess]

Just now, Aeoliae said:

"A light in the darkness, power. Understand yourself before others." Rirrom mentally prepared some disruption shields, but stood still.

A gash split the air in front of Rirrom. Then another appeared behind him. More followed, until he was completely surrounded by holes in what should be. The gashes began moving inward, growing quickly towards Rirrom.

4 minutes ago, Thaidakar the Ghostblood said:

Micheal smiled, offering him a hand, "Anytime... Besides, my dead wife was going to not let me watch a tv show with her if I didn't. Now, let's go help the others against Power!"

Unintelligible forced himself to his feet. "Power? Stormfather. It really is one thing after another." He stared at the distorting figure, and the beast feeding upon it. "I uh, don't think I have the right tools for this job."

6 minutes ago, Thaidakar the Ghostblood said:

The beast roared, struggling to kill Power. "MORE!" Its being undulated against itself, shifting and changing into countless shapes of beings long gone, in the present or will come into place. Past, present and future merged on one being, crafting it into an absolute monster that seemed like it was taken right out of a child's unformed and unnatural nightmare. No, it was a nightmare. A nightmare made ethereal. It was living darkness here to drag down its victims to the depths of hell and beyond. It was here to consume. To eat. To devour. The mass of beasts screeched, its great maw of a mouth ready to bring Power to the depths of the deepest underworld, to the darkest dungeons of Hades's realm, to the worst of worlds.

With Rirrom dealt with for the moment, Power spared a thought for the nightmare. For the first time, her twisted mouth formed a word.

"Begone."

The nightmare was flung away with such force it appeared to have disappeared, shockwave of its passing a thousand times more powerful than that of Power's arrival.

Power stumbled suddenly, the strain of using such powerful Narration causing cracks on her skin to spread until they covered her so completely that it was impossible to make out any feature but the light that leaked from them.

6 minutes ago, Ancient Elantrian said:

The once-author bit his lip nervously. “What do you need me to do?”

@Nameless*

"I need you to bring me here. All of me. There are ten of us in total, and unless we're all here Power can't be stopped. Do you think you can do it?"

[Aeoryi she/her]

Just now, Nameless* said:

A gash split the air in front of Rirrom. Then another appeared behind him. More followed, until he was completely surrounded by holes in what should be. The gashes began moving inward, growing quickly towards Rirrom.

Unintelligible forced himself to his feet. "Power? Stormfather. It really is one thing after another." He stared at the distorting figure, and the beast feeding upon it. "I uh, don't think I have the right tools for this job."

With Rirrom dealt with for the moment, Power spared a thought for the nightmare. For the first time, her twisted mouth formed a word.

"Begone."

The nightmare was flung away with such force it appeared to have disappeared, shockwave of its passing a thousand times more powerful than that of Power's arrival.

Power stumbled suddenly, the strain of using such powerful Narration causing cracks on her skin to spread until they covered her so completely that it was impossible to make out any feature but the light that leaked from them.

"I need you to bring me here. All of me. There are ten of us in total, and unless we're all here Power can't be stopped. Do you think you can do it?"

Rirrom met the gashes with a very special technique. Healing. He ran completely through them, reversing the pain, then simply tried to touch power, attempting to Inverse it.

[Thaidakar the Ghostblood he/him]

1 minute ago, Nameless* said:

With Rirrom dealt with for the moment, Power spared a thought for the nightmare. For the first time, her twisted mouth formed a word.

"Begone."

The nightmare was flung away with such force it appeared to have disappeared, shockwave of its passing a thousand times more powerful than that of Power's arrival.

Power stumbled suddenly, the strain of using such powerful Narration causing cracks on her skin to spread until they covered her so completely that it was impossible to make out any feature but the light that leaked from them.

The Nightmare was ripped apart, it's pieces landing on the ground and wriggling into invisible holes in the ground.

Boss fight time.

A voice echoed from nowhere (non personified) to Power "Are you my enemy?" It was Feanor's.

1 minute ago, Nameless* said:

Unintelligible forced himself to his feet. "Power? Stormfather. It really is one thing after another." He stared at the distorting figure, and the beast feeding upon it. "I uh, don't think I have the right tools for this job."

"Not that... everything else," Micheal gestured to the plenty of spirits still ravaging the area.

[Through the Living Elan He/Him]

2 minutes ago, Nameless* said:

"I need you to bring me here. All of me. There are ten of us in total, and unless we're all here Power can't be stopped. Do you think you can do it?"

The once-narrator nodded sharply. He raised his finger and wrote in the air, leaving glowing white letters in the air. “That should do it.” He said. He could feel narration leaving his body, and the cold returned even stronger, but the letters flashed, and began bringing the ten people to the field.

[Immortal Platypus]

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Blood moon by Rok Nardin.

I give you full permission to be as powerful as can be as long as you don't godmod.

say less *evil grin*

3 minutes ago, Thaidakar the Ghostblood said:

Rond twists in the air, the armor storing the force of the shockwave for the right moment. Rond grins underneath the energy shield and brings his blade up in the air to the Plot blade, flying into it, energy flaring around him. Rond laughed as sparks flew from the Narration blade meeting the Unholy Blade. Darkness sprayed in all direction, countered by light giving it depth. He bounced off of the push, falling into a new form in the air and tapping his wrist. Five inversely colored versions of him jumped out of him, far less strong, but still fairly competent. They all, at once, rushed Platypus, moving to the side and performed the perfect flight equivalent of Heron among the rushes, moving back and forth, slashing with practiced skill. They were in a circle around him, slashing and attacking.

Platypus watched the Ronds carefully, reading their thoughts as they circled him. He let blades come within centimeters of him. The power flowed through him, the battle flowed into him. It was a dance, and he was an expert. Rushing around, he jumped off a blade, kicked another into the head of one clone, and landed facing the real Rond.

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Rond himself threw himself back, swirling his sword through the air, slicing through the very hem of reality. Pure energy of all colors rippled around the Unholy Blade and its welder, causing condensation of pure energy to form on the blade. Power undulated into unbridled orbs of energy, a technicolor and multitudinous mass of the matter that makes up TLT. It crackled like fire around Rond, preparing to strike. 

Platypus stuck his newly re-summoned Narrationblade into the rift, imbuing it with strength too. He got thrown back as the rift closed but the power was there.

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"Aim..." He pointed his blade to one of the clones as they proceeded to bombard Platypus in the air. Rond grinned. This was it. This was the time to prove himself. Really prove himself. He'd been shown time and time again to be a competent scientist. But this, this was what he needed. This is what would finally redeem him in Thaidakar's eyes and show him what he'd cast aside all those years ago. But, no, Thaidakar was dead. There was no-one to prove himself to anymore. No-one but the living and the dust of the earth. How does it feel to have one's purpose cast away into the infinite abyss of nothing that is your soul? Rond, in that moment, knew it better than any living in this time ever have or ever will. And...

Reading Rond's thoughts, Platypus almost felt regret. Then he remembered how Rond and Feanor summoned spirits and Feanor kill Thaidakar. His resolve hardened.

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Yet...

Somehow he knew that he had to keep going. Rond had to keep doing what he was doing otherwise who would he be? Without this, was he merely the second hand character from a dead Narrator's past? was he merely that one villain who was a good fighter and a scientist? And was that really him? And, if it was, would he want to change that? 

In an insane of realization, Rond realized something very important.

No, he wouldn't want to change that, because it was his destiny. Destiny had a path for him. And it felt right for him to be doing this. For once in his life he was acting instead of being on the sidelines and he liked it! 

And, so, Rond seized his destiny.

A pure beam of raging, unfathomable and destined to be true shot hit one of the clones, beaming into the others and forming a dome around them and Platypus.

The beam fired fifty times all at once on one spot.

Platypus's body.

Seeing the beams bouncing around, Platypus instinctively knew they would aim for him. Who else could they aim for. How little Rond truly knew. As the beams burst towards him, he dropped his Blades. He couldn't be slowed down for this. Leaving the Blades floating in the air this whole fight we've been floating  he jumped. The beams followed him and he jumped, ducked, contorted, and twirled through the gaps. Soon a beam had hit each of the duplicate Ronds, dispatching them. He picked up his swords in time, crossed them, and raised them to the height of the beam. Swirling power of Vengeance, Narration, and reality formed a matching beam and the beams hit. The explosion caused all within 70 miles to see the mushroom cloud if they looked. Platypus stalked through the smoke, Blades still glowing, though his glow was slightly diminished.

"Oh, Rond," he called sing-songingly. "Ready to die yet?"

Emerging from the smoke, Platypus stood face to face with Rond. Then he started moving. He started simple, figure 8s, jumping over Rond, who was the cross in the 8. Then he got faster and more complex until the ground was smoking in a runic shape.

"Meet the Platypi's language. Consider yourself lucky, you're the only outsider to see it. This mean Vengeance. You tried to kill my friends. Thaidakar DIED!" he screamed. "But I've had enough." 

Suddenly he stopped, directly in front of Rond.

"It was a good fight," he said, voice coming from behind. He slashed and stabbed at the same time, aiming to sever the head and skewer the heart. As soon as he attacked he knew that if nothing interfered, Rond was a goner.

[NameIess]

3 minutes ago, Aeoliae said:

Rirrom met the gashes with a very special technique. Healing. He ran completely through them, reversing the pain, then simply tried to touch power, attempting to Inverse it.

The instant Rirrom's hand touched Power, it was consumed by cracks of light. The cracks spread up his arm and onto his chest, destabilizing his very soul.

3 minutes ago, Thaidakar the Ghostblood said:

The Nightmare was ripped apart, it's pieces landing on the ground and wriggling into invisible holes in the ground.

Boss fight time.

A voice echoed from nowhere (non personified) to Power "Are you my enemy?" It was Feanor's.

Power did not respond in words. Instead, Feanor felt a pressure. The same pressure that Curiosity had felt, the pressure that had killed the brave adventurer. The pressure that many on TLT had felt, and few lived to fear. Feanor felt the pressure of knowing something infinitely more powerful than him wanted him dead.

6 minutes ago, Thaidakar the Ghostblood said:

"Not that... everything else," Micheal gestured to the plenty of spirits still ravaging the area.

"Right. Let's get to work then." Unintelligible limped slowly towards the nearest spirit.

5 minutes ago, Ancient Elantrian said:

The once-narrator nodded sharply. He raised his finger and wrote in the air, leaving glowing white letters in the air. “That should do it.” He said. He could feel narration leaving his body, and the cold returned even stronger, but the letters flashed, and began bringing the ten people to the field.

The figures began to appear. First to arrive was Story, who had been watching this already. Next was Honor, who felt it best to respond promptly to the summons. After that, Pride and Megalomaniacal god-complex appeared, looking much the worse for the wear. After that, Emotion, who'd had quite the job supporting ten different versions of herself all at the same time. Around the field, beams of light shot up from where Whimsy, Curiosity, Reasoning, and Power stood. In all, nine splinters of Subversion were now present.

Reasoning glanced around, counting to herself. "Where's Imagination? She should be here. She was the one who wanted to find Power in the first place."

[Aeoryi she/her]

Just now, Nameless* said:

The instant Rirrom's hand touched Power, it was consumed by cracks of light. The cracks spread up his arm and onto his chest, destabilizing his very soul.

Power did not respond in words. Instead, Feanor felt a pressure. The same pressure that Curiosity had felt, the pressure that had killed the brave adventurer. The pressure that many on TLT had felt, and few lived to fear. Feanor felt the pressure of knowing something infinitely more powerful than him wanted him dead.

"Right. Let's get to work then." Unintelligible limped slowly towards the nearest spirit.

The figures began to appear. First to arrive was Story, who had been watching this already. Next was Honor, who felt it best to respond promptly to the summons. After that, Pride and Megalomaniacal god-complex appeared, looking much the worse for the wear. After that, Emotion, who'd had quite the job supporting ten different versions of herself all at the same time. Around the field, beams of light shot up from where Whimsy, Curiosity, Reasoning, and Power stood. In all, nine splinters of Subversion were now present.

Reasoning glanced around, counting to herself. "Where's Imagination? She should be here. She was the one who wanted to find Power in the first place."

Such pain. Such power the cracks of light had. Raw narration. Rirrom pulled out his Plotblade and stabbed it into Power's face. 

[NameIess]

Just now, Aeoliae said:

Such pain. Such power the cracks of light had. Raw narration. Rirrom pulled out his Plotblade and stabbed it into Power's face. 

 

This only caused the pain to intensify, the cracks to grow faster. Power still wasn't paying attention to Rirrom but her form was growing, bulging and distorting as her control over herself slipped further and further.

[Aeoryi she/her]

Just now, Nameless* said:

This only caused the pain to intensify, the cracks to grow faster. Power still wasn't paying attention to Rirrom but her form was growing, bulging and distorting as her control over herself slipped further and further.

Rirrom tapped Power's power, and reversed it completely back to Power, then exploded in white light, probably blowing up power.