The Longest Thread (Misadventures)

[Through the Living Heir he/him]

1 minute ago, Immortal Platypus said:

I didn't actually swim today. My events are tomorrow, but I took a nap, so it went good

That’s a good meet in my book . Good luck tomorrow! 

[Immortal Platypus]

Just now, Dragonheir said:

That’s a good meet in my book . Good luck tomorrow! 

thank you!

[NameIess]

2 hours ago, Sequence said:

Sequence gasped and quickly wrapped Unintelligible in a big hug. "It's so good to see you, old friend! No worries at all, this party will last as long as it needs to. How have you been? What have you been up to?" Sequence offered him a cup of tea as she released him. 

Unintelligible took the cup of tea gratefully. "I've been wandering around for the most part, looking for stories of Plotblades. Didn't find any good ones." He sighed. "Seems I'm doomed to be just another side character. But enough about me, what about you? How's life been lately? Gone on any more exciting adventures?"

1 hour ago, TwinStorm said:

"A mysterious voice told me to ask her about Endings." replied Perseus, " I believe it is the key to saving my people."

"I see. Do you intend to harm Moni in any way?"

1 hour ago, xinoehp512 said:

Nogard smiled, taking Subversion's hand and leading her to the dance floor. "Why so?"

"Because they're clearly in love with each other. Isn't that obvious?" Subversion spun around, black hair shining in the moonlight, dark cloak transforming into a black dress accented with silver. "What do you think? Too dark?"

45 minutes ago, Immortal Platypus said:

"Us? Make things up? We would never." His eyes glinted sarcastically. "Besides, we weave different things. I weave Plot itself. I change the course of what would have happened into what does happen. And yes, it is different from Narration. It doesn't work with Chaos, but is much more effective in a Plot-important fight. He wove something. I forgot what, but it wasn't Plot."

Yeah, but what does it do?

45 minutes ago, Immortal Platypus said:

"Any specific one?" Platypus asked him. "The Council of the Brave Adventurers has accused the Great Wizard of trying to take some very important ones for himself, and I'm trying to stop anyone from taking them."

"No, all I found was rumors of useless Plotblades like 'Love Triangles' and 'Filler'." Unintelligible shrugged. "Still, I felt like there was something else out there. A Plotblade of real importance, just waiting to be found."

[TwinStorm He/Him]

4 minutes ago, NameIess said:

Unintelligible took the cup of tea gratefully. "I've been wandering around for the most part, looking for stories of Plotblades. Didn't find any good ones." He sighed. "Seems I'm doomed to be just another side character. But enough about me, what about you? How's life been lately? Gone on any more exciting adventures?"

"I see. Do you intend to harm Moni in any way?"

"Because they're clearly in love with each other. Isn't that obvious?" Subversion spun around, black hair shining in the moonlight, dark cloak transforming into a black dress accented with silver. "What do you think? Too dark?"

Yeah, but what does it do?

"No, all I found was rumors of useless Plotblades like 'Love Triangles' and 'Filler'." Unintelligible shrugged. "Still, I felt like there was something else out there. A Plotblade of real importance, just waiting to be found."

"Of course not. I wish to save my people. Surely Moni will help me do so."

[NameIess]

Just now, TwinStorm said:

"Of course not. I wish to save my people. Surely Moni will help me do so."

"In that case, I'll let you pass."

The lights came on, and the doors in the room unlocked.

[TwinStorm He/Him]

Just now, NameIess said:

"In that case, I'll let you pass."

The lights came on, and the doors in the room unlocked.

Perseus strode in.

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

34 minutes ago, TwinStorm said:

"Thanks. I just... needed to let it out."

Tam nodded and let go.

Sorry I forgot to respond

[NameIess]

Just now, TwinStorm said:

Perseus strode in.

He arrived... in the kitchen. As he opened the door, he knocked a pot of coffee that had been awkwardly balanced on the counter to the floor, where it shattered loudly.

Moni woke up with a start and burst out into the living room behind Perseus. "Are you the one who's after me?"

[LessName]

Faunus perused the refreshments, humming happily to herself, quietly planning good third-wheeling situations for Subversion and Nogard. Ah, the single life. She thought with a grin, I get to annoy the people who would rather be left alone. 

After grabbing herself a drink, Faunus sought out other people she could converse with.

[Bird Furious she/her/un/important]

1 hour ago, xinoehp512 said:

"Nice!" said Bacon, blissfully unaware of the conversation between Subversion and Lady Bug. "I have spiders at home that eat diamond."

She frowned. "How very rude of them." 

1 hour ago, Through The Living Glass said:

If they escape, they should be caught again. And you should only kill in self defense when you or someone you love is actively being attacked.

His dread only increased as she continued to ask questions. Especially the last one.

Hypothetical preventative measures?! Beosta, you can't kill someone if you think they're going to do something!

"No! Shoe, you're not listening! It's not that clear cut. It's just not." She squished the clay between her fingers. "If they escape and kill again, somebody's going to have to meet the family. You know what they'll have to say? They'll have to say, "I'm sorry your son died because we didn't have the guts to humanely execute a convicted, unstable murderer". Somebody's going to lose sleep over that. Somebody's going to have to carry that weight. Don't you see? It's not a situation where you can just slap on a bandage. It's not 'one-size-fits-all'." She took a deep breath, trying to ignore the tears streaming down her cheeks and the tremor in her voice. "Killing is wrong. But... but... sometimes it's less wrong than not killing." No, no, that wasn't right. "I mean--- it's the last thing you should do! Obviously. It's bad. It's awful. But sometimes you have to, Shoe. Sometimes you have to. Sometimes it's... less wrong."

[Through the Living Heir he/him]

48 minutes ago, NameIess said:

"No, all I found was rumors of useless Plotblades like 'Love Triangles' and 'Filler'." Unintelligible shrugged. "Still, I felt like there was something else out there. A Plotblade of real importance, just waiting to be found."

I wonder, is there a Mary Sue Plotblade? You could use it to make a Narrator-Ennuller-Luxsprite-Whithergeist-dragon-elf-angel-demon-fairy with eight plotblades and a poorly thought out backstory. More seriously, is Exposition unclaimed? I don’t think Kion would want it, but if my narrator who I will probably make eventually is closer to me, that would be very on-brand. 
Kion continues to run from the Render; it’s too close now for any spells to help. He leaps a table that the Render simply goes through, shattering into pieces as the table tries to bend like the Render’s body. They are a bit out of the way, but surely someone has noticed. 

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

4 minutes ago, Through the Living Feather said:

"No! Shoe, you're not listening! It's not that clear cut. It's just not." She squished the clay between her fingers. "If they escape and kill again, somebody's going to have to meet the family. You know what they'll have to say? They'll have to say, "I'm sorry your son died because we didn't have the guts to humanely execute a convicted, unstable murderer". Somebody's going to lose sleep over that. Somebody's going to have to carry that weight. Don't you see? It's not a situation where you can just slap on a bandage. It's not 'one-size-fits-all'." She took a deep breath, trying to ignore the tears streaming down her cheeks and the tremor in her voice. "Killing is wrong. But... but... sometimes it's less wrong than not killing." No, no, that wasn't right. "I mean--- it's the last thing you should do! Obviously. It's bad. It's awful. But sometimes you have to, Shoe. Sometimes you have to. Sometimes it's... less wrong."

He shook his head. And how many people like that would realistically escape? How many people would die because people were afraid of what they might do? Where do we draw the line? Isn't it better to spare them rather than doom them?

[Bird Furious she/her/un/important]

3 minutes ago, Through The Living Glass said:

He shook his head. And how many people like that would realistically escape? How many people would die because people were afraid of what they might do? Where do we draw the line? Isn't it better to spare them rather than doom them?

"Well... yeah. But what if Ciara was alive right now, locked in a prison somewhere? Do you really think she'd change?" 

This was getting off topic, and Beosta's chest hurt, and she wished she weren't holding clay because she didn't want to get her hair dirty. "I shouldn't decide who lives or dies," she said again. "And I don't want anybody dead. But what's done is done. We... we can't go back." She stood up. "I'm gonna... go." 

Edited November 23, 2024 by Through the Living Feather

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

10 minutes ago, Through the Living Feather said:

"Well... yeah. But what if Ciara was alive right now, locked in a prison somewhere? Do you really think she'd change?"

Shoe clenched his fists. I don't think she'd change, he seethed.

I think we'd all be safe from her and no one would have to die.

10 minutes ago, Through the Living Feather said:

This was getting off topic, and Beosta's chest hurt, and she wished she weren't holding clay because she didn't want to get her hair dirty. "I shouldn't decide who lives or dies," she said again. "But what's done is done. We... we can't go back." She stood up. "I'm gonna... go." 

He didn't answer.

Don't make her leave all the way just yet.

Edited November 23, 2024 by Through The Living Glass

[xinoehp512 he/him]

1 hour ago, NameIess said:

Unintelligible took the cup of tea gratefully. "I've been wandering around for the most part, looking for stories of Plotblades. Didn't find any good ones." He sighed. "Seems I'm doomed to be just another side character. But enough about me, what about you? How's life been lately? Gone on any more exciting adventures?"

"I see. Do you intend to harm Moni in any way?"

"Because they're clearly in love with each other. Isn't that obvious?" Subversion spun around, black hair shining in the moonlight, dark cloak transforming into a black dress accented with silver. "What do you think? Too dark?"

Yeah, but what does it do?

"No, all I found was rumors of useless Plotblades like 'Love Triangles' and 'Filler'." Unintelligible shrugged. "Still, I felt like there was something else out there. A Plotblade of real importance, just waiting to be found."

Nogard was unable to say anything for several seconds.

"Perfect," he finally managed.

32 minutes ago, Through the Living Feather said:

She frowned. "How very rude of them." 

"Well, they need it to spin their extra-strong spider-silk! I make all of my clothes out of it."

48 minutes ago, LessName said:

Faunus perused the refreshments, humming happily to herself, quietly planning good third-wheeling situations for Subversion and Nogard. Ah, the single life. She thought with a grin, I get to annoy the people who would rather be left alone. 

After grabbing herself a drink, Faunus sought out other people she could converse with.

"Hello, Faunus," said a Bacon clone at the food stand. "Adjusting to life on the Thread?"

[Bird Furious she/her/un/important]

3 minutes ago, Through The Living Glass said:

Shoe clenched his fists. I don't think she'd change, he seethed.

I think we'd all be safe from her and no one would have to die.

He didn't answer.

Don't make her leave all the way just yet.

“But…” 

She dropped the clay, wiped her hands on her cloak, and pressed them to her eyes. “I’m sorry. I don’t… I’m trying,” she choked. “But I don’t know what I should believe anymore, and every time I think about it or talk about it it just gets worse and I know I need to just shut up because nobody cares and they’re my problems and not yours, but it feels like I’m drowning sometimes. I don’t know which way is up, and I don’t know where to reach because I don’t know where to reach at all, but if I give up I’m afraid it’ll keep you up at night. Which is presumptuous of me, and selfish to even think you might care, but I…” 

She barely managed to choke down the knot of panic and hate and shame. “I’m sorry,” she whispered again. 

3 minutes ago, xinoehp512 said:

 "Well, they need it to spin their extra-strong spider-silk! I make all of my clothes out of it."

Lady Bug tilted her head back to critically examine his coat. “Hmm. It does look quite sturdy.” 

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

1 minute ago, Through the Living Feather said:

“But…” 

She dropped the clay, wiped her hands on her cloak, and pressed them to her eyes. “I’m sorry. I don’t… I’m trying,” she choked. “But I don’t know what I should believe anymore, and every time I think about it or talk about it it just gets worse and I know I need to just shut up because nobody cares and they’re my problems and not yours, but it feels like I’m drowning sometimes. I don’t know which way is up, and I don’t know where to reach because I don’t know where to reach at all, but if I give up I’m afraid it’ll keep you up at night. Which is presumptuous of me, and selfish to even think you might care, but I…” 

She barely managed to choke down the knot of panic and hate and shame. “I’m sorry,” she whispered again. 

He set there for another moment, looking out at the rain falling on the lake. Then he sighed and looked up at her sadly. He stood and walked over.

No, I'm sorry, he said. I shouldn't have gotten so angry with you.

I shouldn't have jumped all over what you said like that. He wrapped his arms around her. I just . . .

I don't want anyone to die. I just want the people I care about to be okay. To be safe.

The idea from the beach flitted across his mind, but he quickly shoved it away, tensing.

[Bird Furious she/her/un/important]

Just now, Through The Living Glass said:

He set there for another moment, looking out at the rain falling on the lake. Then he sighed and looked up at her sadly. He stood and walked over.

No, I'm sorry, he said. I shouldn't have gotten so angry with you.

I shouldn't have jumped all over what you said like that. He wrapped his arms around her. I just . . .

I don't want anyone to die. I just want the people I care about to be okay. To be safe.

The idea from the beach flitted across his mind, but he quickly shoved it away, tensing.

Her stupid tears dripped onto his shoulder and she reached up to wipe them away. “I know. That’s… that’s a good thing to want. But… not everybody can be so good like you are.” Fresh tears welled in her eyes. “Some of us… some of us are killers. We’re people too, aren’t we? We’re just trying to… we’re just trying.” 

[ThroughTheLivingSequence she/her/they/them]

2 hours ago, SpiritOfWrath said:

Ista grinned.

 

Pyk sighed. ”Yes, well, this government has taken advantage of my people for decades. And they killed Dint.”

"Oh goodness..." Sequence frowned. "Was Dint a friend of yours? I'm terribly sorry."

2 hours ago, Immortal Platypus said:

"Sequence, if Endings is in danger of being taken from Moniker, the Thread is in danger. If I must fight to protect Endings, I will, no matter where I am, and if you care about the Thread, I would expect you to as well!" His eyes narrowed dangerously. "But as long as there isn't a threat, I will abide by your rules."

 

Platypus glared at Subversion. "I still am. I liked Valiant."

 

"Wait. Sequence... Did you say you invited everybody? Even... Him?"

Sequence held up one hand top stop him from speaking further if he tried. "I understand, but there will be no violence on my world, no matter what. If Perseus tries something here, he will be punished. Same goes for you. So therefore, there should be no need for conflict. Plus, Perseus already left." Sequence sighed. "A shame, really. I rather like him."

Sequence scratched her chin idly. "Depends on who you mean by Him. If you mean the Brave Adventurer, the General, or any of your other little nemeses, then yes. However, they'll abide by my rules. If you mean the Witherlord, also yes. But, any invitations will wither away in any proximity to a creature such as he, so there's nothing to worry about."

1 hour ago, Dragonheir said:

The Render keeps coming, ignoring the parts of its “body” that are trapped by the roots. Instead, it pulls material from the ground and keeps coming, though slowed greatly. Kion sees the Render, and goes to run, hoping it’s still slow enough to escape from. Then, he remembers something. “Narration!” he cries, pushing as much magic as he can through the focus provided by that truly powerful word. Things stop, or rather they seem to. The world is words - has been words since before he came there - and Kion reads them, through his own words. Words were power, after all, or at least focuses for it. Words flowed out of him, caused by his thoughts, but they were not the words he needed; not the words that these strange Narrators used. He could perhaps never be a narrator, at least without some strange event, but there were many around. Narration was words, and you could fit many words in a short time. So Kion thought and explained how to keep the Render trapped. He thought of the fact that it was not objects, but rather what was keeping them together. If one object got out, the Render could put more together around it. And worse, any prison that was an object could be made part of its body, although it would have to be bend and shattered into pieces that could be used to move. But perhaps these Narrators could fix that, or at least prevent it for a time. 
As Kion cast his spell, the Render got stronger, more aware, as it always did. And Kion knew this, with his strange new knowledge of the words that made things. Reaching the point where he needed to, Kion cast his spell “Narration!” and made sure he would stay in the time he was. Then, his awareness snapped back to things instead of words, and he ran. 

"Stop!" Sequence shouted again, her tone this time laced with power and reverberation. With that, raw molten god-metal flowed from the ground, and proceeded to encase the Render in a solid orb of containment. The metal itself was an iridescent purple color.

1 hour ago, NameIess said:

Unintelligible took the cup of tea gratefully. "I've been wandering around for the most part, looking for stories of Plotblades. Didn't find any good ones." He sighed. "Seems I'm doomed to be just another side character. But enough about me, what about you? How's life been lately? Gone on any more exciting adventures?"

"Side character??" Sequence put a hand to her chest, looking outraged. "Don't say that! You're no more of a 'side-character' than I am! I'd love to help you find some of said Plotblades sometime. Maybe that way we'll be a bit more successful." She paused. "Though I'll ensure that you are indeed the 'main character' of the adventure." She smiled and winked. 

'As for adventures, not really... I met some new people, experimented with some things on this world of mine, helped some people find Onyx, had a chat with the Brave Adventurer—dashing fellow, by the way—, and uh... Yeah, that's about it."

Edited November 23, 2024 by Sequence
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[Through The Living Glass She/They]

3 minutes ago, Through the Living Feather said:

Her stupid tears dripped onto his shoulder and she reached up to wipe them away. “I know. That’s… that’s a good thing to want. But… not everybody can be so good like you are.” Fresh tears welled in her eyes. “Some of us… some of us are killers. We’re people too, aren’t we? We’re just trying to… we’re just trying.” 

He shivered. I know.

Beosta . . . do you know why Ciara took Tam? he said, trembling slightly.

Edited November 23, 2024 by Through The Living Glass

[Through the Living Shadow he/him]

Just now, Sequence said:

 

Sequence held up one hand top stop him from speaking further if he tried. "I understand, but there will be no violence on my world, no matter what. If Perseus tries something here, he will be punished. Same goes for you. So therefore, there should be no need for conflict. Plus, Perseus already left." Sequence sighed. "A shame, really. I rather like him."

Sequence scratched her chin idly. "Depends on who you mean by Him. If you mean the Brave Adventurer, the General, or any of your other little nemeses, then yes. However, they'll abide by my rules. If you mean the Witherlord, also yes. But, any invitations will wither away in any proximity to a creature such as he, so there's nothing to worry about."

"Stop!" Sequence shouted again, her tone this time laced with power and reverberation. With that, raw molten god-metal flowed from the ground, and proceeded to encase the Render in a solid orb of containment. The metal itself was an iridescent purple color.

"Side character??" Sequence put a hand to her chest, looking outraged. "Don't say that! You're no more of a 'side-character' than I am! I'd love to help you find some of said Plotblades sometime. Maybe that way we'll be a bit more successful." She paused. "Though I'll ensure that you are indeed the 'main character' of the adventure." She smiled and winked. 

'As for adventures, not really... I met some new people, experimented with some things on this world of mine, helped some people find Onyx, had a chat with the Brave Adventurer—dashing fellow, by the way—, and uh... Yeah, that's about it."

I have a magical blade that can give hallucinations to the not magically mentally fortified.

I believe I tried to give it to Sequence.

ALSO YOU QUOTED ME BUT DIDN"T RESPOND TO ME

[ThroughTheLivingSequence she/her/they/them]

Just now, SpiritOfWrath said:

I have a magical blade that can give hallucinations to the not magically mentally fortified.

I believe I tried to give it to Sequence.

ALSO YOU QUOTED ME BUT DIDN"T RESPOND TO ME

I EDITED IT AND FIXED IT IM SORRY RAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH
... Though I don't recall that blade- I must've missed that...

[Bird Furious she/her/un/important]

5 minutes ago, Through The Living Glass said:

He shivered. I know.

Beosta . . . do you know why Ciara took Tam? he said, trembling slightly.

She wiped her eyes and looked up at him. “No.”

[Through the Living Shadow he/him]

6 minutes ago, Sequence said:

"Oh goodness..." Sequence frowned. "Was Dint a friend of yours? I'm terribly sorry."

Sequence held up one hand top stop him from speaking further if he tried. "I understand, but there will be no violence on my world, no matter what. If Perseus tries something here, he will be punished. Same goes for you. So therefore, there should be no need for conflict. Plus, Perseus already left." Sequence sighed. "A shame, really. I rather like him."

Sequence scratched her chin idly. "Depends on who you mean by Him. If you mean the Brave Adventurer, the General, or any of your other little nemeses, then yes. However, they'll abide by my rules. If you mean the Witherlord, also yes. But, any invitations will wither away in any proximity to a creature such as he, so there's nothing to worry about."

"Stop!" Sequence shouted again, her tone this time laced with power and reverberation. With that, raw molten god-metal flowed from the ground, and proceeded to encase the Render in a solid orb of containment. The metal itself was an iridescent purple color.

"Side character??" Sequence put a hand to her chest, looking outraged. "Don't say that! You're no more of a 'side-character' than I am! I'd love to help you find some of said Plotblades sometime. Maybe that way we'll be a bit more successful." She paused. "Though I'll ensure that you are indeed the 'main character' of the adventure." She smiled and winked. 

'As for adventures, not really... I met some new people, experimented with some things on this world of mine, helped some people find Onyx, had a chat with the Brave Adventurer—dashing fellow, by the way—, and uh... Yeah, that's about it."

ha fun fact Dint isn't actually dead (SORRY)

That blade was offered to some Narrator after her showdown with Madness (it was offered by Intellect)

"He was the one strong enough to believe in the Pact."

[ThroughTheLivingSequence she/her/they/them]

2 minutes ago, SpiritOfWrath said:

ha fun fact Dint isn't actually dead (SORRY)

That blade was offered to some Narrator after her showdown with Madness (it was offered by Intellect)

"He was the one strong enough to believe in the Pact."

I don't recall a showdown with Madness, either! Must've been somebody else.

"The pact?" Sequence asked, taking a seat on a woven rocking chair, and gesturing for Pyk to do the same. Another chair sat across from her. 

Edited November 23, 2024 by Sequence