The Longest Thread (Misadventures)

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

37 minutes ago, Kansas Stormcursed said:

Hmph

*takes popcorn anyway*

Ouch

'EY

*steals*

*bonk*

Bad Kansas.

[Kansas Stormcursed he/him]

2 minutes ago, Through The Living Glass said:

'EY

*steals*

*bonk*

Bad Kansas.

*steals*

I am the master of bonking

I cannot be bonked

[Keke They/he]

1 hour ago, Shatter said:

“No,” Ryna replies curtly. “I… I don't want to speak about it. What is the Man of Silence doing? I don't understand anything that has happened. I just… so much has happened, and I don't know what's happening.” She presses her hands up to her head and curls up in the fetal position.

elinore pulls ryna close and gently runs her hand through rynas hair. "Thats okay, you dont have to talk avout it. But right now hes just talking with rebyl. She's the navigator on the ship."

[ThroughTheLivingSequence she/her/they/them]

9 hours ago, DragonHeir said:

 “I came here because I wished to know what you are doing here.” Rebus spread his arms wide, indicating the castle and surrounding landscape. “But I also have an offer to make.” 

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“Oh, just deciding what to do with this rock I’ve found… I certainly won’t be keeping it.” Ivisyre sniffed and wrinkled their nose. “It reeks of.. her, don’t you think? Sickeningly sweet and… cloudy… and patronizing. You smell it, don’t you?” They shook their head, waving a dismissive hand. “Whatever. I digress. I’ll humor you. What’s your offer?”

3 hours ago, NameIess said:

"I was planning," muttered Unintelligible, "to shoot a hole in the fabric of reality that would allow us to escape you." He shot a brief glance at the Wizard, wondering why the aged man hadn't helped. Then he shook his head and turned to Aelinor. "Shall we be on with it?"

@Sequence

Aelinor relaxed visibly, letting out a relieved sigh. “… Yeah. Probably.” She spared a glance at Sequence, quickly looking away and rooting her eyes on the floor beneath her feet. “I… don’t have any way of transporting us anywhere… I don’t suppose you do?”

[Through The Living Ash he/him]

13 hours ago, Aeoryi said:

The guardian roared in irritation and then swung at Watchers, cleaving one right into two pieces. The other one was immolated by a green wisp that returned to him hand, before he closed his hand and crushed the tiny spark. His Plotblade went arcing through the air and he made three wide swings, each one advancing towards Erdikan.

"Do you remember Desolation? Or a particular Plotblade?"

Backing up, Erdikan took stock of the situation. The guardian’s reach was going to be a serious problem, he realized, but maybe he could be disarmed. Erdikan grabbed a sword lying in the sand nearby and, the streaks on his face glowing as he wreathed the blade in power, launched himself over the guardian’s swing, slashing at its hand holding the Plotblade. 

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

12 hours ago, Kansas Stormcursed said:

*steals*

I am the master of bonking

I cannot be bonked

*boinks*

[Shatter He/Him]

12 hours ago, Keke said:

elinore pulls ryna close and gently runs her hand through rynas hair. "Thats okay, you dont have to talk avout it. But right now hes just talking with rebyl. She's the navigator on the ship."

“Ok.” Ryna shuddered. “I need to go above decks. Are we under way?”

Edited January 28 by Shatter

[Keke They/he]

15 minutes ago, Shatter said:

“Ok.” Ryna shuddered. “I need to go above decks. Are we under way?”

Eli shook her head. “No but we are about to take off.”

[Shatter He/Him]

Just now, Keke said:

Eli shook her head. “No but we are about to take off.”

Ryna nodded, showing her acknowledgement. “I'd like to go up to the rails. I want to see how this ship goes sub-Loom.”
(sub-loom is travelling great distances through magical purposes. Like warping or such like)

[Keke They/he]

2 minutes ago, Shatter said:

Ryna nodded, showing her acknowledgement. “I'd like to go up to the rails. I want to see how this ship goes sub-Loom.”
(sub-loom is travelling great distances through magical purposes. Like warping or such like)

She nodded. “Okay you can stand up on the helm area with me.” She said standing up. 

[Shatter He/Him]

20 minutes ago, Keke said:

She nodded. “Okay you can stand up on the helm area with me.” She said standing up. 

Ryna followed her, looking around herself. She grabbed up her wool blanket, and formed it into an overcoat.

[Keke They/he]

Just now, Shatter said:

Ryna followed her, looking around herself. She grabbed up her wool blanket, and formed it into an overcoat.

The ship was made of an almost metallic wood, no footsteps sounded on the planks as they walked up and past everyone. There was two masts with normal white sails.

[Shatter He/Him]

27 minutes ago, Keke said:

The ship was made of an almost metallic wood, no footsteps sounded on the planks as they walked up and past everyone. There was two masts with normal white sails.

Ryna leaned on the railing. Her body language said that she wanted to be alone.

[Aeoryi she/her]

2 hours ago, Ashkaloda said:

Backing up, Erdikan took stock of the situation. The guardian’s reach was going to be a serious problem, he realized, but maybe he could be disarmed. Erdikan grabbed a sword lying in the sand nearby and, the streaks on his face glowing as he wreathed the blade in power, launched himself over the guardian’s swing, slashing at its hand holding the Plotblade. 

The guardian spun the sword in a circle, and then punched Erdikan in the side with his free hand, sending him skidding across the sand floor. The guardian did not pause as he performed powerful upwards cut that dug through the floor, sending a fissure of green flames towards where Erdikan landed.

[Through the Living Heir he/him]

15 hours ago, Aeoryi said:

"I can try to get that for you," Ribbon said, "but I have no guarantees how... intact it will be. Rirrom is not necessarily an active narrator, and the presence of a character-altering Plotblade bonded to him has definitely done something to his core. Regardless, I would potentially be able to get what I can glean from his corpse, if that would interest you."

Even if there are some things I will never return, she added mentally.

“That’s exactly the interesting thing,” Rebus said. “I have a functioning core I can study - it’s the altered state that could provide advancements.” 

15 hours ago, NameIess said:

Lyric frowned. "Surely I would be able to tell. Their followers would bear signs if foul magics had been used upon them, as that one did." He brushed aside a branch, entering the forest. "It is just... I did not even remember the strangeness around the visitor who told me of this place until after we saw those husks." He rested a hand against the trunk of an oak tree, green eyes distant. "It is a problem I often have, although I cannot fathom why. I do not truly forget. But my memories do... fade. Perhaps it is some ailment of the forest I guarded, as it never happened to me before."

Someone grumbled something about being left out of the time travel being forbidden discussion.

Jack frowned. “Maybe you should keep a journal.” 
-

That was Xino’s doing - Coder wanted to go back in time and kidnap the Witherlord during the Dies Luxfrang. 

15 hours ago, Keke said:

Awww

HAHAHA

Rebyl blinked a few times. "Fanfics? Like the things on ao3?" She asked confusedm "okay well your taking the info better than anticipated. Speaking of info. I haven't been able to find mom."

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evaiya takes a step backwards half in fear half to give him room. "Ah." she said calmly. 

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"I know they all be sketches cause i DESPISE coloring. Its so storming hard and it tweaks me out ESPECIALLY shading. Buuuut one has to face their fears. Two more things. One Neither of what? The photos? Cause latter refers to a second one which I haven't sent. Unless heir showed it to you in that case I will laugh mischievously. Second, I drew you and cricket fighting. Glass did the like pose base. N I added details."

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“Correct.” Rebus smiled, a few stray pineapples falling out of the sky and past the ship. “I’m uncertain about your universe, but things here are strange enough that people simply begin to accept it.” He paused, looking off into the distance. “Symbol? It would be her, if anybody at all.” 

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“Don’t worry,” Rebus said. “I wouldn’t be able to do this to you.” The concepts began to flow towards him, the guard a vague presence. “The more character someone has, the more I can siphon from them - and the longer it takes to do anything. Full characters never dissolve - they aren’t merely descriptions but a complete personality.” All that was left of the guard was that very word - the mere impression of it. And then nothing was left at all, the very idea of the guard assimilated and storied away. Rebus grinned, cheerfully walking further down the path. 

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“That is perfectly understandable, though you’ve done quite a good job here. And yes, I have seen the other drawing.” Rebus waited until the mischievous laughing was done, grinning at the new picture. “That is truly incredible - I am honored to have you as my artist.” 

11 hours ago, Sequence said:

“Oh, just deciding what to do with this rock I’ve found… I certainly won’t be keeping it.” Ivisyre sniffed and wrinkled their nose. “It reeks of.. her, don’t you think? Sickeningly sweet and… cloudy… and patronizing. You smell it, don’t you?” They shook their head, waving a dismissive hand. “Whatever. I digress. I’ll humor you. What’s your offer?”

“Incidentally, I’d been planning to ask you for it. As you may know, I’ve been creating an empire - a real place would make an excellent addition.” Rebus smiled. “If you really do want a planet, I can make you one out of whole cloth - or you could use your Narration. You see, there are a number of dissidents who hate me and refuse to be brainwashed into forgetting I rule them - as well as the more Thread-aware among my citizens, who think it’s strange they don’t inhabit a blasted wasteland.” 

15 hours ago, TwinStorm said:

Cricket parried, smiling. He was losing blood fast, but he had Rebus. He knew it. His foe was getting reckless, sloppy. Then, he stepped forward, feinting. He feinted two more times, watching Rebus lose steam. Then he struck.

He no longer fought with precision, control. Instinct, rage fueled his every movement. He stepped forward, ruthlessly, swinging and slicing with the mind of a man knowing he was dying. 

Around them, the rain finally began to come down, the gusts lashing their faces and whipping their hair about. The storm had truly come. 

Rebus backed up, sword ringing out as he blocked Cricket’s furious strikes. He was too slow; Cricket cut a gash in his leg.
Rebus darted forwards, but Cricket slammed the blade away, swinging again and again. Rebus stepped backwards, trying to fend off the blows.
His boot slipped on the wet ground. Cricket’s blade hit Rebus’s with a resounding clang. And Rebus tumbled backwards, sprawling on the wet cobblestone. 

[Keke They/he]

2 minutes ago, DragonHeir said:

Correct.” Rebus smiled, a few stray pineapples falling out of the sky and past the ship. “I’m uncertain about your universe, but things here are strange enough that people simply begin to accept it.” He paused, looking off into the distance. “Symbol? It would be her, if anybody at all.” 

-

“Don’t worry,” Rebus said. “I wouldn’t be able to do this to you.” The concepts began to flow towards him, the guard a vague presence. “The more character someone has, the more I can siphon from them - and the longer it takes to do anything. Full characters never dissolve - they aren’t merely descriptions but a complete personality.” All that was left of the guard was that very word - the mere impression of it. And then nothing was left at all, the very idea of the guard assimilated and storied away. Rebus grinned, cheerfully walking further down the path. 

-

“That is perfectly understandable, though you’ve done quite a good job here. And yes, I have seen the other drawing.” Rebus waited until the mischievous laughing was done, grinning at the new picture. “That is truly incredible - I am honored to have you as my artist.” 

*slams hand into table* OF storming COURSE HE WOULD GEUSS HER GOD DONT CRY IN SCHOOL!! *collapses* I SEE THE storming LIGHT, AW LAWD IM COMING!

she nodded. “So your together in this one two.” She smiled. “Thats nice! You always said you would find her in every universe.” 

Spoiler

Spoiler

listen, fictional characters romance is how i cope with my lack of romance okay

 

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she nodded. “Just dont do that to any of my people.”

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“I’ve been expertly watching 20 tutorials on shading and lighting, plus im finally figuring oiut the drawing app i have on my school iPad. cause on my phone i have stuff like airbrushes which are useful for shading when you dont wanna put effort in but this app doesnt have it, but after testing it out i figured you use a the soft round oucpantcy brush then lower the strength to something barely visible, then you choose your colors, if your shading then you gotta figure out what color, mostly its a dark blue or purple but also a neutral or tinted gray. for the lighting you gotta know what kind of light, for sun you use an orange, if its ambient a yellow, or even red. Then you just paint it on either the opposite side of the light source for shadow or on the side of the light source for light. BUT if it’s ambient light or a special goofy thing like your coat then you gotta just estimate where the shadows would be.” Ahem. Thats all in reply to the first sentence. “Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww thanks for having a cool character design ”

18 minutes ago, DragonHeir said:

Rebus backed up, sword ringing out as he blocked Cricket’s furious strikes. He was too slow; Cricket cut a gash in his leg.
Rebus darted forwards, but Cricket slammed the blade away, swinging again and again. Rebus stepped backwards, trying to fend off the blows.
His boot slipped on the wet ground. Cricket’s blade hit Rebus’s with a resounding clang. And Rebus tumbled backwards, sprawling on the wet cobblestone. 

ISTG IF REBUS DIES HEIR I WILL TEXT YOUR FATHER!!!!!

[Shatter He/Him]

19 minutes ago, Keke said:

ISTG IF REBUS DIES HEIR I WILL TEXT YOUR FATHER!!!!!

DEATH UNTO THE DOCTOR

[Aeoryi she/her]

1 hour ago, DragonHeir said:

That’s exactly the interesting thing,” Rebus said. “I have a functioning core I can study - it’s the altered state that could provide advancements.” 

"How do I harvest a core from a narrator?" She asked.

[Shatter He/Him]

22 minutes ago, Aeoryi said:

"How do I harvest a core from a narrator?" She asked.

oh. oh no. oh storms. this is not good.

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

1 hour ago, Aeoryi said:

"How do I harvest a core from a narrator?" She asked.

oh dear

3 hours ago, DragonHeir said:

Rebus backed up, sword ringing out as he blocked Cricket’s furious strikes. He was too slow; Cricket cut a gash in his leg.
Rebus darted forwards, but Cricket slammed the blade away, swinging again and again. Rebus stepped backwards, trying to fend off the blows.
His boot slipped on the wet ground. Cricket’s blade hit Rebus’s with a resounding clang. And Rebus tumbled backwards, sprawling on the wet cobblestone. 

. . .

. . . ?

[Aeoryi she/her]

Oh dear?

16 minutes ago, Through The Living Glass said:

oh dear

. . .

. . . ?

1 hour ago, Shatter said:

oh. oh no. oh storms. this is not good.

 

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

1 minute ago, Aeoryi said:

Oh dear?

 

very oh dear . . .

[Shatter He/Him]

26 minutes ago, Through The Living Glass said:

oh dear

. . .

. . . ?

10 minutes ago, Aeoryi said:

Oh dear?

 

8 minutes ago, Through The Living Glass said:

very oh dear . . .

oh dearie me. this is not good.

[Aeoryi she/her]

9 minutes ago, Through The Living Glass said:

very oh dear . . .

Just now, Shatter said:

oh dearie me. this is not good.

In what way?

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

Just now, Shatter said:

oh dearie me. this is not good.

Indeed, my dearie. Not good, dearie dear.

Just now, Aeoryi said:

In what way?

getting a Narrator's core will be . . . something. And more than likely it won't be good.

Have you need around on TLT long? Idr