The Longest Thread (Misadventures)

[Bird Furious she/her/un/important]

27 minutes ago, NameIess said:

Malevolence smiled. "I had wondered how a place with such a valuable resource could possibly have escaped the grasp of those like us. I see you've beaten me to it."

“Mmm. I have indeed. They did well— hidden for a long time. If that Bat character hadn’t tried to steal Gaioh’s soul, I never would have known they existed.”

26 minutes ago, Through The Living Glass said:

She was going to say something, but Narrated the grizzly bear away instead.

"Yeah. She'll probably be fine," she yawned, eyelids drooping.

“Okay. I hope so. Are you gonna be okay sleeping up here like this?”

[NameIess]

Just now, Halcyon The Only said:

“Mmm. I have indeed. They did well— hidden for a long time. If that Bat character hadn’t tried to steal Gaioh’s soul, I never would have known they existed.”

Malevolence nodded. "So, Bat. What further information can you give me on him?"

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

Just now, Halcyon The Only said:

“Okay. I hope so. Are you gonna be okay sleeping up here like this?”

"Um- yeah. I'll be fine."

She summoned a regular-sized hammock strung between two branches, but didn't get into it just yet.

[Bird Furious she/her/un/important]

Just now, NameIess said:

Malevolence nodded. "So, Bat. What further information can you give me on him?"

“Bat,” she sighed. “Is strange. He breaks things when he gets emotional— Nullite things. The damage is only temporary, however, and I can’t fathom how it works.”

1 minute ago, Through The Living Glass said:

"Um- yeah. I'll be fine."

She summoned a regular-sized hammock strung between two branches, but didn't get into it just yet.

He glanced at Cricket. “And… Cricket will be okay?”

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

Just now, Halcyon The Only said:

He glanced at Cricket. “And… Cricket will be okay?”

She Narrated a similar hammock for Cricket on the other side of the tree and put him in it.

"He'll be fine."

She also put a net under his hammock, just on case.

[Keke They/he]

Just now, Dragonheir said:

Meat leaps over, causally tossing a piano in the vague direction of Atlas. “Horrible? Well, I’ll grant you threeeee wishes to make up for it. And who’s Bacon?” 

“Well, a clever one. But I’m a clever two!” The fox leaps at the Scribe, freezes in mid-air, then is hurled to the side by an unseen force. 

the piano just goes through her. "Riighhttt. And bacon .. like bacon the Bard. Hes ️iconic️. May I politely ask your Author what his goal is with you?"

yes the sparkles actually appear.

atlas looks around concered. She tugs on the scribes shirt. "Hey what's happening. Is this the end of the world?" @SpiritOfWrath

[Through the Living Elan He/Him]

The Once-Author was dead. But... he was still around.

Strange. 

He felt... a tug. A pull. Something guiding him. 

He didn't know where. 

A... higher being. An author? But no, he didn't have one of those. He was one.

Strange.

Very, very strange.

[Through the Living Wrath he/him]

3 minutes ago, Thee insane said:

the piano just goes through her. "Riighhttt. And bacon .. like bacon the Bard. Hes ️iconic️. May I politely ask your Author what his goal is with you?"

yes the sparkles actually appear.

atlas looks around concered. She tugs on the scribes shirt. "Hey what's happening. Is this the end of the world?" @SpiritOfWrath

The Scribe shrugged. “A lot of plots are happening at the same time.”

@Ancient Elantrian

A clone of Sain teleported to wherever the OA was. “Hi! I know you… you helped Jilu! My Author really needs to decide which powers to give her.”

Edited January 14, 2025 by SpiritOfWrath

[Through the Living Elan He/Him]

1 minute ago, SpiritOfWrath said:

A clone of Sain teleported to wherever the OA was. “Hi! I know you… you helped Jilu! My Author really needs to decide which powers to give her.”

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Bro he's dead

Who is Jilu

 

[Bird Furious she/her/un/important]

4 minutes ago, Through The Living Glass said:

She Narrated a similar hammock for Cricket on the other side of the tree and put him in it.

"He'll be fine."

She also put a net under his hammock, just on case.

Bat wedged himself into some branches. It wasn’t uncomfortable, all things considered. Rose would probably wake up sore. 

[NameIess]

3 minutes ago, Halcyon The Only said:

“Bat,” she sighed. “Is strange. He breaks things when he gets emotional— Nullite things. The damage is only temporary, however, and I can’t fathom how it works.”

"So you don't understand it either? How intriguing." Malevolence stroked his chin in thought. "I think I'll go infiltrate their group once I secure the Nullite."

[Through the Living Wrath he/him]

Just now, Ancient Elantrian said:

 

The Scribe doesn’t care.

Jilu was traveling with Nogard.

[Keke They/he]

Just now, SpiritOfWrath said:

The Scribe shrugged. “A lot of plots are happening at the same time.”

she holds his shirt tighter. "I don't like it. This is alot." She says softly

[NameIess]

  

3 minutes ago, Ancient Elantrian said:

The Once-Author was dead. But... he was still around.

Strange. 

He felt... a tug. A pull. Something guiding him. 

He didn't know where. 

A... higher being. An author? But no, he didn't have one of those. He was one.

Strange.

Very, very strange.

The Once-Author heard a voice speak, ever so faintly. "So, this is how you'll show him the truth?"

 

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

6 minutes ago, Halcyon The Only said:

Bat wedged himself into some branches. It wasn’t uncomfortable, all things considered. Rose would probably wake up sore. 

She gave him a hammock, too. Just in case he wanted it.

Goodnight.

Just for good measure, she secured Rose to the base of the tree in a solid metal cocoon.

Edited January 14, 2025 by Through The Living Glass

[Through the Living Wrath he/him]

Just now, Thee insane said:

she holds his shirt tighter. "I don't like it. This is alot." She says softly

The Scribe sat down with her. “Yea. It happens. Sorry, my child.”

[Aeoryi she/her]

37 minutes ago, Dragonheir said:

 Also, apologies for the delay. 
“All aboooard!” A voice cries out, and a demonic laugh echos around the group. Duhduh. Duhduh Duhduh Duhduh. Ay ay ay ay ay ay. A loud sizzle seems to come from all around, and there is a darkening, as if a cloud has covered the sun. Duhduh Duhduh Duhduh. 

He shakes his head. “I cannot do that right now. Would a platform serve?” 

It rewrites, in fresh ketchup “wohs eht ees emoc”. 

"The first Narrators walked these steps. If you are to learn their faults, you must too."

[Through the Living Elan He/Him]

Just now, SpiritOfWrath said:

The Scribe doesn’t care.

Jilu was traveling with Nogard.

Ah cool.

Yes, I implied something higher than an author. Idk if that's a thing.

Just now, NameIess said:

  

The Once-Author heard a voice speak, ever so faintly. "So, this is how you'll show him the truth?"

 

He listened. There wasn't much else to do.

[Through the Living Heir he/him]

9 minutes ago, Thee insane said:

the piano just goes through her. "Riighhttt. And bacon .. like bacon the Bard. Hes ️iconic️. May I politely ask your Author what his goal is with you?"

yes the sparkles actually appear.

atlas looks around concered. She tugs on the scribes shirt. "Hey what's happening. Is this the end of the world?" @SpiritOfWrath

Meat spins around, surrounded in sparkles of his own. “It’s the end of the world as we know it, it’s the end!” He smiles even wider, baring too many teeth. “Reality is a fever dream now! It was bitten by a very large vanishing snake.” The train turns invisible, right on queue. “Anyway, I must be off. I need to take the stories before the lagomorphs!” He vanishes as well, a brightly colored grease fire in his place. Luckily, nothing else strange happens, other than a large section of the ground being pushed out of the way by the train’s slithering. 
 @Aeoryi 

He nods, requesting, and being granted, the tiny amount of blanked Narration it requires. Then he freezes in time as his Author goes to sleep. 

Edited January 14, 2025 by Dragonheir
Ninja!

[NameIess]

Just now, Ancient Elantrian said:

He listened. There wasn't much else to do.

The voice spoke again. "Or perhaps you will allow him to continue in his delusion?" It sounded amused.

[Through the Living Wrath he/him]

Just now, Ancient Elantrian said:

Ah cool.

Yes, I implied something higher than an author. Idk if that's a thing.

He listened. There wasn't much else to do.

Sain sat with the disembodied soul of the Once Author.

1 minute ago, Dragonheir said:

Meat spins around, surrounded in sparkles of his own. “It’s the end of the world as we know it, it’s the end!” He smiles even wider, baring too many teeth. “Reality is a fever dream now! It was bitten by a very large vanishing snake.” The train turns invisible, right on queue. “Anyway, I must be off. I need to take the stories before the lagomorphs!” He vanishes as well, a brightly colored grease fire in his place. Luckily, nothing else strange happens, other than a large section of the ground being pushed out of the way by the train’s slithering. 

”Cya!”

[Keke They/he]

1 minute ago, SpiritOfWrath said:

The Scribe sat down with her. “Yea. It happens. Sorry, my child.”

 

Just now, Dragonheir said:

Meat spins around, surrounded in sparkles of his own. “It’s the end of the world as we know it, it’s the end!” He smiles even wider, baring too many teeth. “Reality is a fever dream now! It was bitten by a very large vanishing snake.” The train turns invisible, right on queue. “Anyway, I must be off. I need to take the stories before the lagomorphs!” He vanishes as well, a brightly colored grease fire in his place. Luckily, nothing else strange happens, other than a large section of the ground being pushed out of the way by the train’s slithering. 

She gets even more worried "what!?" Her voice is shaking alot. 

[Through the Living Wrath he/him]

Just now, Thee insane said:

 

She gets even more worried "what!?" Her voice is shaking alot. 

The Scribe took her hand, squeezing gently. “It’s a lot to take in, child. Sometimes, I like to just close my eyes, and pretend it’s all a game.” He smiled warmly.

[Aeoryi she/her]

5 minutes ago, Dragonheir said:

Meat spins around, surrounded in sparkles of his own. “It’s the end of the world as we know it, it’s the end!” He smiles even wider, baring too many teeth. “Reality is a fever dream now! It was bitten by a very large vanishing snake.” The train turns invisible, right on queue. “Anyway, I must be off. I need to take the stories before the lagomorphs!” He vanishes as well, a brightly colored grease fire in his place. Luckily, nothing else strange happens, other than a large section of the ground being pushed out of the way by the train’s slithering. 
 @Aeoryi 

He nods, requesting, and being granted, the tiny amount of blanked Narration it requires. Then he freezes in time as his Author goes to sleep. 

Desolation waits patiently. He understood the author's struggles.

[Through the Living Elan He/Him]

5 minutes ago, NameIess said:

The voice spoke again. "Or perhaps you will allow him to continue in his delusion?" It sounded amused.

3 minutes ago, SpiritOfWrath said:

The Scribe took her hand, squeezing gently. “It’s a lot to take in, child. Sometimes, I like to just close my eyes, and pretend it’s all a game.” He smiled warmly.

"D... delusion?" The Author said into the emptiness, confused.

Bro are the two of you like gas lighting his existence