The Longest Thread (Misadventures)

[Aeoryi she/her]

Just now, Nameless* said:

Who, Falvan or Unintelligible?

Falvan

[NameIess]

Just now, Aeoliae said:

Falvan

Waiting for Wit's response.

[Scars of Hathsin he/him]

He is not on at the moment I think... Let me SUMMON HIM... @ΨιτιsτηεΒέsτ

[Immortal Platypus]

13 minutes ago, Aeoliae said:

Desolation laughed. "Unintelligible! Do you want to leave? Kill Falvan."

Suddenly, Pineapples the Plotblade hits him in the neck, severing that Desolation's head.

"Did you really forget about me? The ally gave me this. Onyx loaned it to her so she could go kill Feanor in revenge for killing the adventurer. She gave it to me when I asked. I don't think Onyx cares that much though."

3 hours ago, Thaidakar the Ghostblood said:

"I am sorry, Platypus, but I cannot agree. Even if it changes nothing, I have to do it. And I didn't tell you my plan," Thaidakar said with a melancholic smile, standing up, "just why I am doing it. And thus our fight begins, my friend! May the best fighter win!" 

He raised his hood once more. He shook his shoulders, twin blades forming in his hands as he readied himself. Feanor grinned, "En guard!" He strode forward, swishing his blades in front in a test strike, a finesse evident in the precise movements. The flesh of his hands beneath the cloak undulated against the blades' handles, tightening and un-tightening with eagerness for the fight resumed. Platypus was a great warrior. And, for the most part, it seemed Feanor would lose against him. But... Feanor knew who was the better swordsman over all. Himself, most likely. So, it was really just a game of chess. A game of strategy and timing. When to fight and when to flee. When to strike and when to parry. When to kill and when to have mercy.

Power sparked as Feanor's swords cracked like whips in the air as he began the real attack, after-images haunting the blades with purple and blue flames. With a grace granted by years of practice in an almost dance, his flurry of attacks came down on Platypus, parrying when needed, moving back at times and when his blades landed, they landed well. Recoil was not as much an issue for this master of the fine art of sword play, Narration and training helped with that. And, at times when he did feel it, he used it to launch another attack. Yes, the style of the Narrator was like a fine dance, a thin line between butchery and artistry. Much like TLT itself, in Feanor's eyes. Artistry at times and pure brutality at others. Feanor was the balance of those two things, the melody of the discordant tones of TLT, the embodiment of the ethereal, horrible harmony. Yes, Feanor represented what TLT was in several different ways. None of them the right ones.

So, as Feanor unleashed a flurry of attacks on his friend, he knew that there was no turning back. No, no real turning back. A part of him wondered, however, was this really the right thing he was doing? The logic assured him otherwise. It would all work out in the end. Real change would come. The world would be changed for the better. His blood forged legacy. Planting a garden and laying his enemies' and friends' fallen corpses upon it as fertilizer. 

Would Platypus be one of those corpses? It was too soon to tell. And, as Feanor matched Platypus's most likely counter attacks and defenses, Feanor knew that this would be a moment to define the hundreds of pages. Ahh! A mere moment. Moments, what are they but a flicker in the mist, gone before you can register it is even there. They are branded upon minds and made more than what they were in the beginning. Memory enhances as much as it destroys. Feanor had learned that long ago. 

These thoughts plagued the Narrator as he danced his dance of death, weaving a Plot that he didn't know he was, even while intending to begin a far different one.

Time for... a thing.

Platypus danced with Thaid, Blade flashing, power wafting from him and it. He attacked and defended, counterattacking as he parried, fighting Feanor and loving every second of it. He locked his Blade with one of his opponents and forced the Blades into the third. Knocked off course by his attack, he lunged, then... froze up. Watching in horror as a Blade came from Feanor, he could not avoid it. His muscles were locked. Frantically he Narrated, trying to escape, and failing. Then the Blade came in, a killing blow, but he didn't feel anything. Shocked, he looked around and saw the Blade on his other side. Vengeance. He knew that absorbing it could cause weird things, but this? He apparently couldn't kill Thaidakar... but he couldn't be killed either. Plot was with him, for now. Knowing there was no point to a fight like that, he disappeared. Then, abruptly he reappeared. I can't even leave the fight? Guess it's plot-important. Fine then. Game on.

Dodging and weaving, he stopped trying to attack, only defending, his flashing Blade against the two swirling swords. Thaid might be more experienced, but he didn't know Platypus' heart, and he didn't know how the fight would happen. Then he realized. He had to fight so Subversion and the other could leave. They needed to let the thread know that Feanor was Thaidakar. He tried to shout for them to leave. No luck, his face locked up. He tried to tell them what Thaidakar had whispered to his mind. That wouldn't work either. He silently willed them to leave, knowing they couldn't know what he wanted.

Even as they fought, Platypus could tell he would eventually be overwhelmed. Only Vengeance was keeping him in this. He simply wasn't a good enough Narrator. But he didn't plan on losing yet. He threw himself into the fight, the dance. Blades flashing, auras radiating, power flowing freely. This was what he lived for. The fight, and protecting others. This was both. He could not, no, he would not lose this. This was his chance. Me or him. It's all down to who breaks first. Me. Or. Him.

Then he felt something. Some would dismiss it, but not him. He was too attuned. He could feel the Plot weaving itself around this fight, around each moment individually. Then he dug deeper. He could see where Feanor would be, where he would've been. With effort, he pulled the threads of fate. He was no longer where he should have been. He disengaged from the fight, no longer swinging his Blade, just dodging, manipulating destiny. He looked ahead. What he saw shocked him. His Author tried to write it down, but it was forbidden knowledge. No one could know but the two of them.

Moving on with renewed vigor, it was clear that Platypus was fighting for something new. Something greater than survival or for honor. He was fighting for the thread itself. It had its flaws, but it could be so much worse. Would be so much worse. 

He danced the dance faster and faster, Blade swirling, aftertrails blinding. He danced and fought. He and Feanor were one. He knew the way. He controlled his fate. Then, he improved. Narration becoming better and better, changing. Soon he wove with more finesse than his opponent. He knew why, but could not explain it. Yet still, he could not kill. He could not wound. And that was when he knew. He could win this. He could save the thread. HE WOULD BE ENOUGH!

I feel like I just wrote something incredible, and at the same time, I feel like it wasn't. Critical feedback appreciated! 

[NameIess]

Just now, Being of Cacophony said:

Suddenly, Pineapples the Plotblade hits him in the neck, severing that Desolation's head.

"Did you really forget about me? The ally gave me this. Onyx loaned it to her so she could go kill Feanor in revenge for killing the adventurer. She gave it to me when I asked. I don't think Onyx cares that much though."

Unintelligible looks slightly concerned. "That's Suddenly, Pineapples? The Plotblade that's potentially most powerful?"

[Immortal Platypus]

3 minutes ago, Nameless* said:

Unintelligible looks slightly concerned. "That's Suddenly, Pineapples? The Plotblade that's potentially most powerful?"

"Yeah, right now with all the plot it's not as powerful as you'd think. Besides, I'm giving it back to Onyx soon."

[NameIess]

Just now, Being of Cacophony said:

"Yeah, right now with all the plot it's not as powerful as you'd think. Besides, I'm giving it back to Onyx soon."

"No, it's not that. It's just that that blade is literally useless. It has no powers, grants nothing whatsoever to the wielder."

[Immortal Platypus]

30 minutes ago, Nameless* said:

"No, it's not that. It's just that that blade is literally useless. It has no powers, grants nothing whatsoever to the wielder."

"Yep! But it is a Plotblade.  And it is an oxymoron which have their own strength."

[Aeoryi she/her]

41 minutes ago, Being of Cacophony said:

Suddenly, Pineapples the Plotblade hits him in the neck, severing that Desolation's head.

"Did you really forget about me? The ally gave me this. Onyx loaned it to her so she could go kill Feanor in revenge for killing the adventurer. She gave it to me when I asked. I don't think Onyx cares that much though."

Time for... a thing.

Platypus danced with Thaid, Blade flashing, power wafting from him and it. He attacked and defended, counterattacking as he parried, fighting Feanor and loving every second of it. He locked his Blade with one of his opponents and forced the Blades into the third. Knocked off course by his attack, he lunged, then... froze up. Watching in horror as a Blade came from Feanor, he could not avoid it. His muscles were locked. Frantically he Narrated, trying to escape, and failing. Then the Blade came in, a killing blow, but he didn't feel anything. Shocked, he looked around and saw the Blade on his other side. Vengeance. He knew that absorbing it could cause weird things, but this? He apparently couldn't kill Thaidakar... but he couldn't be killed either. Plot was with him, for now. Knowing there was no point to a fight like that, he disappeared. Then, abruptly he reappeared. I can't even leave the fight? Guess it's plot-important. Fine then. Game on.

Dodging and weaving, he stopped trying to attack, only defending, his flashing Blade against the two swirling swords. Thaid might be more experienced, but he didn't know Platypus' heart, and he didn't know how the fight would happen. Then he realized. He had to fight so Subversion and the other could leave. They needed to let the thread know that Feanor was Thaidakar. He tried to shout for them to leave. No luck, his face locked up. He tried to tell them what Thaidakar had whispered to his mind. That wouldn't work either. He silently willed them to leave, knowing they couldn't know what he wanted.

Even as they fought, Platypus could tell he would eventually be overwhelmed. Only Vengeance was keeping him in this. He simply wasn't a good enough Narrator. But he didn't plan on losing yet. He threw himself into the fight, the dance. Blades flashing, auras radiating, power flowing freely. This was what he lived for. The fight, and protecting others. This was both. He could not, no, he would not lose this. This was his chance. Me or him. It's all down to who breaks first. Me. Or. Him.

Then he felt something. Some would dismiss it, but not him. He was too attuned. He could feel the Plot weaving itself around this fight, around each moment individually. Then he dug deeper. He could see where Feanor would be, where he would've been. With effort, he pulled the threads of fate. He was no longer where he should have been. He disengaged from the fight, no longer swinging his Blade, just dodging, manipulating destiny. He looked ahead. What he saw shocked him. His Author tried to write it down, but it was forbidden knowledge. No one could know but the two of them.

Moving on with renewed vigor, it was clear that Platypus was fighting for something new. Something greater than survival or for honor. He was fighting for the thread itself. It had its flaws, but it could be so much worse. Would be so much worse. 

He danced the dance faster and faster, Blade swirling, aftertrails blinding. He danced and fought. He and Feanor were one. He knew the way. He controlled his fate. Then, he improved. Narration becoming better and better, changing. Soon he wove with more finesse than his opponent. He knew why, but could not explain it. Yet still, he could not kill. He could not wound. And that was when he knew. He could win this. He could save the thread. HE WOULD BE ENOUGH!

I feel like I just wrote something incredible, and at the same time, I feel like it wasn't. Critical feedback appreciated! 

Desolation 2 was rudly killed, so another desolation appeared. Desolation 4, carrying Foreshadowing, struck at Pineapples. At the same time Desolation 1, carrying Change, attacked pineapples. Desolation 3 talked to Unintelligible: "

3 minutes ago, Being of Cacophony said:

"Yep! But it is a Plotblade.  And it is an oxymoron which have their own strength."

"It is worthless. Ordinary. Mundane. Powerless. Not enough to kill me, is it?"

[Immortal Platypus]

2 minutes ago, Aeoliae said:

Desolation 2 was rudly killed, so another desolation appeared. Desolation 4, carrying Foreshadowing, struck at Pineapples. At the same time Desolation 1, carrying Change, attacked pineapples. Desolation 3 talked to Unintelligible: "

"It is worthless. Ordinary. Mundane. Powerless. Not enough to kill me, is it?"

Hacob is confused why 4 and 1 attacked the Blade instead of him.

"Oh, it is definitely enough to kill you. It is a Plotblade, and an oxymoron. It shouldn't exist. That is it's power. It simply makes the user and the one it has been used on not exist. 1 for 1 if you will. Since it's still bonded with Onyx, it will go back to him."

Hacob begins channeling power to Suddenly, Pineapples.

"Defend me. Don't let Desolation disrupt the charge and I can kill him."

[Aeoryi she/her]

7 minutes ago, Being of Cacophony said:

Hacob is confused why 4 and 1 attacked the Blade instead of him.

"Oh, it is definitely enough to kill you. It is a Plotblade, and an oxymoron. It shouldn't exist. That is it's power. It simply makes the user and the one it has been used on not exist. 1 for 1 if you will. Since it's still bonded with Onyx, it will go back to him."

Hacob begins channeling power to Suddenly, Pineapples.

"Defend me. Don't let Desolation disrupt the charge and I can kill him."

Desolation wanted to consume the blade. Desolation... He disappeared. All the black goo, seeped away, and the goo coalesced into a normal human, but pitch black, holding both plotblades. "You cannot kill me. I am desolation. I am existent on all planes."

desolation saw something in Foreshadowing, and suddenly split, into many different copies of Desolation, each holding a plotblade, a copy of change. The true desolation stood on a massive goo dragon, holding Foreshadowing.

[Scars of Hathsin he/him]

Hi... I am still deadish and lying on the floor

[Immortal Platypus]

3 minutes ago, Aeoliae said:

Desolation wanted to consume the blade. Desolation... He disappeared. All the black goo, seeped away, and the goo coalesced into a normal human, but pitch black, holding both plotblades. "You cannot kill me. I am desolation. I am existent on all planes."

desolation saw something in Foreshadowing, and suddenly split, into many different copies of Desolation, each holding a plotblade, a copy of change. The true desolation stood on a massive goo dragon, holding Foreshadowing.

Hacob shrugged. "Where you exist doesn't matter, I can banish your personified form."

Suddenly, Pineapples began to glow.

1 minute ago, Scars of Hathsin said:

Hi... I am still deadish and lying on the floor

Hacob can't heal you and Platypus is busy. Sorry  

[NameIess]

17 minutes ago, Aeoliae said:

"It is worthless. Ordinary. Mundane. Powerless. Not enough to kill me, is it?"

"I don't know. My author has control over it, and he has declared it powerless. He believes that it is not a part of plot at all. But... it also may have killed Plot, so Hacob could be right."

14 minutes ago, Being of Cacophony said:

Hacob is confused why 4 and 1 attacked the Blade instead of him.

"Oh, it is definitely enough to kill you. It is a Plotblade, and an oxymoron. It shouldn't exist. That is it's power. It simply makes the user and the one it has been used on not exist. 1 for 1 if you will. Since it's still bonded with Onyx, it will go back to him."

Hacob begins channeling power to Suddenly, Pineapples.

"Defend me. Don't let Desolation disrupt the charge and I can kill him."

"Right. Uh, I guess I'll do that." Unintelligible swung his bag of spheres warily, edging over towards where Arranis lay on the floor. "Hey." He nudged Arranis with his foot, risking a glance to assess his ally's injuries. "You need to summon your Blade, or I think Desolation's going to kill me with it. I have a plan." He turned his gaze back to the horde of darkness before him and chuckled. "Funny, how familiar this feels."

@Scars of Hathsin

[Immortal Platypus]

1 minute ago, Nameless* said:

"I don't know. My author has control over it, and he has declared it powerless. He believes that it is not a part of plot at all. But... it also may have killed Plot, so Hacob could be right."

Hey! That was me! I killed Plot, not a Blade that didn't exist!

[Scars of Hathsin he/him]

Arranis, tries to lay still, pain thundering through his body, he processes what Unintelligible said, and he started summoning his sword, and it turned into slivers, and raced out of Desolations hand, and into his, and with the ability to change, he changed himself into a pile of goo, that was not harmed and back into a person, effectively getting rid of the wound. 

[Aeoryi she/her]

Just now, Nameless* said:

"I don't know. My author has control over it, and he has declared it powerless. He believes that it is not a part of plot at all. But... it also may have killed Plot, so Hacob could be right."

"Right. Uh, I guess I'll do that." Unintelligible swung his bag of spheres warily, edging over towards where Arranis lay on the floor. "Hey." He nudged Arranis with his foot, risking a glance to assess his ally's injuries. "You need to summon your Blade, or I think Desolation's going to kill me with it. I have a plan." He turned his gaze back to the horde of darkness before him and chuckled. "Funny, how familiar this feels."

@Scars of Hathsin

3 desolations split off from the main group, each holding a Changeling a copy of change with less power due to it being split, it will still be summoned as a whole They assaulted Unintelligible and Arranis. The desolations fought with inhuman precision, and did not relent.

4 other desolations holding a Changeling went to go delay Jacob.

3 minutes ago, Being of Cacophony said:

Hacob shrugged. "Where you exist doesn't matter, I can banish your personified form."

Suddenly, Pineapples began to glow.

Hacob can't heal you and Platypus is busy. Sorry  

Desolation (the true one) started to leave the group behind, flying out of the fray towards Falvan

1 minute ago, Scars of Hathsin said:

Arranis, tries to lay still, pain thundering through his body, he processes what Unintelligible said, and he started summoning his sword, and it turned into slivers, and raced out of Desolations hand, and into his, and with the ability to change, he changed himself into a pile of goo, that was not harmed and back into a person, effectively getting rid of the wound. 

The changelings shattered. All of them. So Desolation gave them copies of a longsword.

[Immortal Platypus]

4 minutes ago, Aeoliae said:

3 desolations split off from the main group, each holding a Changeling a copy of change with less power due to it being split, it will still be summoned as a whole They assaulted Unintelligible and Arranis. The desolations fought with inhuman precision, and did not relent.

 

4 other desolations holding a Changeling went to go delay Jacob.

Desolation (the true one) started to leave the group behind, flying out of the fray towards Falvan

The changelings shattered. All of them. So Desolation gave them copies of a longsword.

Hacob briefly wondered who Jacob was.

Suddenly, Pineapples slowly started connecting itself and all the Desolations with beams of anti-light.

[Scars of Hathsin he/him]

"Now that is unfair, why are our enemies always so much stronger than us and have minions", Arrannis states, "I want minions"

[Aeoryi she/her]

2 minutes ago, Being of Cacophony said:

Hacob briefly wondered who Jacob was.

Suddenly, Pineapples slowly started connecting itself and all the Desolations with beams of anti-light.

The Desolations Shrieked, and started disappearing into the unknown. Trying to escape.

2 minutes ago, Scars of Hathsin said:

"Now that is unfair, why are our enemies always so much stronger than us and have minions", Arrannis states, "I want minions"

Rirrom glanced cautiously, "be careful what you wish for."

Edited August 29, 2023 by Aeoliae

[NameIess]

4 minutes ago, Being of Cacophony said:

Hey! That was me! I killed Plot, not a Blade that didn't exist!

You didn't kill Plot, the (almost) unanimous approval of Plot's death by all the Narrators did. Which, you might argue, came about as a result of Plot's soul being exploded forcibly by the true chaotic nature of TLT which Suddenly, Pineapples is the representation of.

3 minutes ago, Scars of Hathsin said:

Arranis, tries to lay still, pain thundering through his body, he processes what Unintelligible said, and he started summoning his sword, and it turned into slivers, and raced out of Desolations hand, and into his, and with the ability to change, he changed himself into a pile of goo, that was not harmed and back into a person, effectively getting rid of the wound. 

Unintelligible leans towards Arranis and whispers in his ear. "All right. I'm going to do something really stupid, and I need you to hit me with as much character development from that sword of yours as you can manage." He took a deep breath, steeling himself. "If this doesn't work, It'll guarantee my death. Be ready." With that, he charged into the fray.

2 minutes ago, Aeoliae said:

3 desolations split off from the main group, each holding a Changeling a copy of change with less power due to it being split, it will still be summoned as a whole They assaulted Unintelligible and Arranis. The desolations fought with inhuman precision, and did not relent.

Desolation (the true one) started to leave the group behind, flying out of the fray towards Falvan

Unintelligible spun between the changelings attacking him, barely avoiding their blades as he charged towards the true Desolation. "I will not let you have Falvan! I will not leave another to darkness, not again!"

[Aeoryi she/her]

Just now, Nameless* said:

You didn't kill Plot, the (almost) unanimous approval of Plot's death by all the Narrators did. Which, you might argue, came about as a result of Plot's soul being exploded forcibly by the true chaotic nature of TLT which Suddenly, Pineapples is the representation of.

Unintelligible leans towards Arranis and whispers in his ear. "All right. I'm going to do something really stupid, and I need you to hit me with as much character development from that sword of yours as you can manage." He took a deep breath, steeling himself. "If this doesn't work, It'll guarantee my death. Be ready." With that, he charged into the fray.

Unintelligible spun between the changelings attacking him, barely avoiding their blades as he charged towards the true Desolation. "I will not let you have Falvan! I will not leave another to darkness, not again!"

"Falvan is already mine. It was too late for you, wasn't it?"

[Immortal Platypus]

Just now, Aeoliae said:

The Desolations Shrieked, and started disappearing into the unknown.

2 minutes ago, Scars of Hathsin said:

A light beam started directly toward the Desolation, slowly gaining on the foe that was pursuing Falvan.

1 minute ago, Nameless* said:

You didn't kill Plot, the (almost) unanimous approval of Plot's death by all the Narrators did. Which, you might argue, came about as a result of Plot's soul being exploded forcibly by the true chaotic nature of TLT which Suddenly, Pineapples is the representation of.

Unintelligible leans towards Arranis and whispers in his ear. "All right. I'm going to do something really stupid, and I need you to hit me with as much character development from that sword of yours as you can manage." He took a deep breath, steeling himself. "If this doesn't work, It'll guarantee my death. Be ready." With that, he charged into the fray.

Unintelligible spun between the changelings attacking him, barely avoiding their blades as he charged towards the true Desolation. "I will not let you have Falvan! I will not leave another to darkness, not again!"

fine, I guess you're technically right, but still. And it wasn't just the Narrators, it was all the inhabitants of TLT.

[Aeoryi she/her]

Just now, Being of Cacophony said:

A light beam started directly toward the Desolation, slowly gaining on the foe that was pursuing Falvan.

fine, I guess you're technically right, but still. And it wasn't just the Narrators, it was all the inhabitants of TLT.

Desolation split part of his arm off and formed a shield to avoid the laser

[NameIess]

Just now, Aeoliae said:

"Falvan is already mine. It was too late for you, wasn't it?"

"You understand nothing!" Unintelligble's fist rammed into Desolation's incorporeal head, and he skidded to a stop between the monster and Falvan. "It is never too late. I will not fail as I did before. I will not let you win."