The Longest Thread (Misadventures)

[Keke They/he]

11 minutes ago, NameIess said:

"Rude." Jim noted. He examined the blood carefully. "Huh. Yeah, this is definitely a serious condition."

Asher then promptly stood behind pyk and glared. Their glare was actually decently scarey

[NameIess]

5 minutes ago, Hawks said:

Asher then promptly stood behind pyk and glared. Their glare was actually decently scarey

Jim seemed unaffected. "Do you have any clues as to this disease's origin? You already said you were infected by someone who shouldn't have been able to be infected."

[Keke They/he]

4 minutes ago, NameIess said:

Jim seemed unaffected. "Do you have any clues as to this disease's origin? You already said you were infected by someone who shouldn't have been able to be infected."

“Nope. Im just the sword here.” She points at pyk. “Hes the brain, all i know is it was some guy whining about the scribe dying i think?” @Sherma Main

[Through The Living Ash he/him]

6 hours ago, Kansas Stormcursed said:

"Indeed. Now, if I may, I would like to return to my explorations."

"What were you exploring?"

[Kansas Stormcursed he/him]

3 minutes ago, Ashkaloda said:

"What were you exploring?"

"Knowledge."

[Through The Living Ash he/him]

27 minutes ago, Kansas Stormcursed said:

"Knowledge."

"Knowledge pertaining to what?"

[Kansas Stormcursed he/him]

6 hours ago, Ashkaloda said:

"Knowledge pertaining to what?"

"The other mes."

[Invested Flautist He/him]

On 9/29/2025 at 8:39 PM, NameIess said:

"Of course I am. Ennullers are always serious." Jim pulled out a syringe with a wicked needle at the end of it. "Now, if you would be so kind as to give me a blood sample, perhaps I could give you some insight into the nature of your affliction."

 

Jim shrugged. "No idea where this spike is, sorry."

"Thanks, but I don't believe you. I doubt that whatever spirit thing brought me here did it without a good reason."

[Keke They/he]

5 hours ago, Kino said:

"Thanks, but I don't believe you. I doubt that whatever spirit thing brought me here did it without a good reason."

Out of the play meaning narrators dont read this this is a genuine question. But like didn’t the spirit point at Asher when he first came here?

”the spirit thing?” Asher asks hand still lingering near their sword. 

[Through The Living Ash he/him]

16 hours ago, Kansas Stormcursed said:

"The other mes."

"Why were you seeking this course?"

[Kansas Stormcursed he/him]

21 minutes ago, Ashkaloda said:

"Why were you seeking this course?"

"To understand why."

[Through The Living Ash he/him]

Just now, Kansas Stormcursed said:

"To understand why."

"Oh." Taeidin looks disappointed. 

I hope you have an idea for what's supposed to happen here 'cause I've got no clue what to do. 

[Kansas Stormcursed he/him]

Just now, Ashkaloda said:

"Oh." Taeidin looks disappointed. 

I hope you have an idea for what's supposed to happen here 'cause I've got no clue what to do. 

I do somewhat have a plan, yes. At least an end goal.

The Father speaks. "You must convince him. If you cannot, ... well. It will not end the way you hope."

[Through The Living Ash he/him]

1 minute ago, Kansas Stormcursed said:

I do somewhat have a plan, yes. At least an end goal.

The Father speaks. "You must convince him. If you cannot, ... well. It will not end the way you hope."

"I don't have to. There're always trickery, brainwashing, and torture. Or I could find a way to cheat." 

He frowns. 

"But I have been trying. I am not very good at this."

Good enough

[Kansas Stormcursed he/him]

2 minutes ago, Ashkaloda said:

"I don't have to. There're always trickery, brainwashing, and torture. Or I could find a way to cheat." 

He frowns. 

"But I have been trying. I am not very good at this."

Good enough

I'm mostly just using this right now to experiment with manipulation. It'll proceed in a second.

"You must find out what it is he truly wants, and figure out how to use that to lure him in."

[Through The Living Ash he/him]

5 minutes ago, Kansas Stormcursed said:

I'm mostly just using this right now to experiment with manipulation. It'll proceed in a second.

"You must find out what it is he truly wants, and figure out how to use that to lure him in."

Ahh got it

Taeidin looks affronted. 

"I understand how argumentation works. I simply have not yet found an effective path to proceed upon."

[Kansas Stormcursed he/him]

3 minutes ago, Ashkaloda said:

Ahh got it

Taeidin looks affronted. 

"I understand how argumentation works. I simply have not yet found an effective path to proceed upon."

"Perhaps I can help. Do you mind?" he asks Asharak. "Of course you don't," he says without waiting for a response. He waves his hand, and a silver door grows from the Mindscape. "That is access to his brain. In there is what you wish to find."

[Through The Living Ash he/him]

12 minutes ago, Kansas Stormcursed said:

"Perhaps I can help. Do you mind?" he asks Asharak. "Of course you don't," he says without waiting for a response. He waves his hand, and a silver door grows from the Mindscape. "That is access to his brain. In there is what you wish to find."

Taeidin looks at the door, mentally registering several things before continuing. 

"Through what medium?"

[Invested Flautist He/him]

5 hours ago, Hawks said:

Out of the play meaning narrators dont read this this is a genuine question. But like didn’t the spirit point at Asher when he first came here?

”the spirit thing?” Asher asks hand still lingering near their sword. 

"Just give me the spike, and I'll be out of your hair."

 

[Kansas Stormcursed he/him]

1 hour ago, Ashkaloda said:

Taeidin looks at the door, mentally registering several things before continuing. 

"Through what medium?"

What?

[Through The Living Ash he/him]

26 minutes ago, Kansas Stormcursed said:

What?

Like beyond the door, how does it work. 

[NameIess]

On 9/30/2025 at 11:09 AM, Hawks said:

“Nope. Im just the sword here.” She points at pyk. “Hes the brain, all i know is it was some guy whining about the scribe dying i think?” @Sherma Main

“I’ll talk to him once he wakes up.” Jim said.

12 hours ago, Kino said:

"Thanks, but I don't believe you. I doubt that whatever spirit thing brought me here did it without a good reason."

”I didn’t say I couldn’t help you find the spike. What does it look like?”

[Kansas Stormcursed he/him]

Just now, Ashkaloda said:

Like beyond the door, how does it work. 

Ah ok

"Beyond that door will not be as here. His mind is sheer power, and as such does not structure the same as ours. You will have to find your way to the center, where his consciousness will be collected."

[Keke They/he]

3 hours ago, Kino said:

"Just give me the spike, and I'll be out of your hair."

 

asher aighs. "I know noThing about a spike."

1 hour ago, NameIess said:

“I’ll talk to him once he wakes up.” Jim said.

”I didn’t say I couldn’t help you find the spike. What does it look like?”

"once he wakes up... isnt he- never mind"

[Through the Living Heir he/him]

On 9/28/2025 at 6:26 PM, Hawks said:

they smile. "Uh i geuss so yeah.... so... what were we doing before the whole. Thingm.. happened?"

“You were telling me that Lezterp’s machine could get me and Symbol outside the Thread.” 

On 9/28/2025 at 7:39 PM, CoderDrag0n8 said:

"Anyone there?" He called into the mountain.

Nobody answered. It was spooky, actually - there were no animals, just the sound of the wind. I suppose we wait. 

On 9/28/2025 at 8:49 PM, NameIess said:

"I could give him a happy ending." The Priest noted. "If it would make him end his tyranny, I would do it."

"It does cause strain upon my soul, but that's just a side effect caused by the pull of this realm upon me." The Dreamsmith rubbed his scarred shoulder absently. "The World of Dreams is my native realm. I cannot leave forever. Not if I wish to remain who I am."

As Jack drew closer to the source of the singing, he began to be able to make out the words being sung.

"Oh great forest light my way, guide me to the lost. Protect their path, withhold your dangers, guide me to the lost."

“The thing is, Rebus wants to have his cake and eat it too. He’s quite adept at duplicating cakes, metaphorically speaking, but that deal cannot be twisted to his advantage - frankly, to both me and presumably unmodified Rebus, the idea of my story ending is terrifying. That’s oblivion, cessation of existence - regardless of how allegedly happy.” 
The false Dreamsmith nodded, picking up the tongs used to extract the strand of soul a conventional item would require. Taking the glowing line from the Dreamsmith’s chest, he began to hammer it and one of the last stored pieces of soul material together. 
Withholding dangers sounded good - Jack walked closer, ducking under tree branches. “Hello?” he called, figuring that he could be gone before this mysterious singer could actually do him harm. 

On 9/28/2025 at 10:28 PM, ChipsAHoid said:

The men looked at the weapons, bewildered. Where were they?

Rebus considered giving some context, but decided against it - perhaps the skeletons would stir the into action. Meanwhile, one of the armor robots had received an antiseptic and pesticide-soaked rod, and was attempting to maneuver to behind the golden skeleton. 

On 9/29/2025 at 12:20 AM, KaladinsSenseOfHumorSpren said:

So... A blue cloak... purple is, unfortunately, not usable. Red is good.

Rebus emits IR like a normal person, yes?

Named absorbed blue light, allowing it to infuse his bones with colour. He began to draft blue luxin, covering his bones in it. Blue luxin was hard, but not tough. Named would've preferred green, but he would use what he could.

He tapped Investiture to speed up the process, until he'd grown himself a body of blue luxin, the stuff covering everything except his empty eye sockets. Drafting blue, like all luxin, had an effect on his emotions. Blue brought a sense of clarity and made him more rational, enough that his face expression would've been completely blank had he still had face muscles. 

A blue spear materialised in Named's dimly glowing hands. Eye sockets staring straight ahead, he tapped pewter and steel, before hurling the spear at Rebus, far faster than any human should've been able to.

"Test 1," he mumbled behind his luxin mask.

Not like a normal person, but yes - there may actually be more IR, but it’s mostly waste heat from the nanotechnology. 
Rebus realized his Author had misunderstood who the feruchemist was - though no canon actions would really need changing. Time split, Rebus Narrating the world closer to the true timeline of the Thread, able to fight Named even as he was frozen attacking the third skeleton. The use of so much Narration was regrettable, but this was both efficient and necessary. 
As the spear coalesced in his adversary’s hands, Rebus - standing calmly in this new timeline - locked eyes with Named for the briefest of moments. His irises were orange - and though this was not for the reason that would be assumed, the conclusion that would be drawn was mostly true. As the spear was sent towards Rebus, shining blackness burst into existence around him. The spear crumbled into chalky powder as it hit the molecularly assembled obsidian, and Rebus smirked. “You were close - I don’t routinely possess the materials to assemble obsidian. Not that a puncture wound would be especially harmful, had I not used the Narration.” 

On 9/29/2025 at 10:55 PM, Bird Furious said:

Symbol stopped when he squeezed her, but it took a second. 

Keys started tugging them both in a random direction. Symbol, once she realized, helped. 

Symbol leveled out with the other two, and the liquid covering the group’s helmets evaporated away. The landscape visible beyond was jaw-dropping - a sea of iridescence was laid out before them, almost perfectly flat except for brilliantly shining whirlpools. Rocks - pristine crystal ranging in size from tiny pebbles to what seemed like mountains on the horizon - floated a foot or so above the surface, just as Symbol, Keys, and Rebus were themselves doing. The sky was dark, stars paling in comparison to the light below. And the whole landscape sung, ringing in otherworldly harmony from all around them.
The light was not blinding, and the sound was not deafening, but it was everywhere - some who remained in this place might be driven insane by such things, though others could perhaps find beauty in the colors and tones. Rebus - his face serene, head clear of thoughts so as to remain above the flat plane of liquid - seemed to fall into the second category.