The Longest Thread (Misadventures)

[Aeoryi she/her]

6 minutes ago, NameIess said:

"The term antagonist has little to do with good or evil." Pree noted. "If it did, then Rebus would not be The Antagonist." He crossed something out on his clipboard. "No belief in objective good and evil, I see? Do you believe in objectively good or bad acts?"

"Sure, why not." She shrugged.

8 minutes ago, Ashkaloda said:

We’re discussing him. One would assume that does make him relevant to the plot.”

"But not directly, surely. The weather can be talked about yet not be plot significant at the same time."

3 minutes ago, DragonHeir said:

What happened to Moment and Savior Complex?

MY PLOTBLADE MENTIONED!!!

3 minutes ago, DragonHeir said:

“Ah, but that is exactly the problem. Even if that sword of his doesn’t touch me, associating with him breaks down my own ability to interact with the plot, since anything he does cannot be relevant.” 

"You are worried... About becoming plot insignificant?" Ribbon laughed. "You're literally a narrator! Weave yourself some plot armor or something!"

[NameIess]

7 minutes ago, Ashkaloda said:

“I am. But I don’t find it likely I run into any of your antagonist troubles you mentioned.”

"Really? Why ever not?"

7 minutes ago, DragonHeir said:

Jack frowned - that seemed a bit ominous. “Do you need to rest in some way?” 

"I was once a shepherd of the crystal hills." Lyric said as if that explained everything.

3 minutes ago, Aeoryi said:

"Sure, why not." She shrugged.

"Good, good." Pree scribbled down a note. "Let's see here... Have you ever had an evil nemesis?"

[Verdance he/him]

22 minutes ago, DragonHeir said:

“Your questions are both valid and difficult. Sauron without the Fellowship remains a threat, and arguably an antagonist. There were more protagonists in the past, but I keep having to kill them - which is obviously detrimental to a never-ending plot.” Rebus waved a hand, his utility fog assembling two chairs across from him (the first for Inkwell, and the second for the person who had been stuck in a tree. “At my core, I would say I am a person, despite my fictionality. I want to exist, and the best way to do so is to create a plot. And thus, since at the time every villain existed only briefly before being vanquished, I decided to become a recurring antagonist - that pattern has since reversed, with protagonistic characters the oft-slain rarity.” 

“I do not know.” Rebus paused, and it could been seen that a burn mark was slowly appearing on his right palm. “In some ways, that is a good thing - the very insane often believe themselves perfectly normal. You believed me to be hallucinating, not too long ago - if that is true, it is either extensive or shared throughout many others.” 
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Rebus followed, duplicating himself fully so he could continue speaking with Eli. 
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Rebus nodded. “Some would take pride in that.” 
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Rebus nodded. “Do you need anything else?” 
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“You may,” Rebus said, once again resorting to wordplay so as to avoid accidentally lying. “Sometimes I am not remorseful. This is not one of those times.” 

Rebus nodded. I know. 

What happened to Moment and Savior Complex? 

“Ah, but that is exactly the problem. Even if that sword of his doesn’t touch me, associating with him breaks down my own ability to interact with the plot, since anything he does cannot be relevant.” 

Wow. I frankly have almost no idea what he was trying to say, and I wrote it. 
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Jack frowned - that seemed a bit ominous. “Do you need to rest in some way?” 
Dramatic Irony would still make a really good Plotblade. 

ooc note, idk, i was thinking Plagiarism as a Plotblade

"Mhm, and I just said I'm an other so you can just stay over there- Hold on, what do you want with me anyway?" He did not sit. At this point, he was not ready to trust anyone.

Spoiler

He wants to kill me,thats what he wants. Now would you stop talking to the murderous primary antagonist  and run away already. 

 

Edited January 31 by edgyswordname

[TwinStorm He/Him]

14 minutes ago, DragonHeir said:

“Your questions are both valid and difficult. Sauron without the Fellowship remains a threat, and arguably an antagonist. There were more protagonists in the past, but I keep having to kill them - which is obviously detrimental to a never-ending plot.” Rebus waved a hand, his utility fog assembling two chairs across from him (the first for Inkwell, and the second for the person who had been stuck in a tree. “At my core, I would say I am a person, despite my fictionality. I want to exist, and the best way to do so is to create a plot. And thus, since at the time every villain existed only briefly before being vanquished, I decided to become a recurring antagonist - that pattern has since reversed, with protagonistic characters the oft-slain rarity.” 

“I do not know.” Rebus paused, and it could been seen that a burn mark was slowly appearing on his right palm. “In some ways, that is a good thing - the very insane often believe themselves perfectly normal. You believed me to be hallucinating, not too long ago - if that is true, it is either extensive or shared throughout many others.” 
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Rebus followed, duplicating himself fully so he could continue speaking with Eli. 
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Rebus nodded. “Some would take pride in that.” 
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Rebus nodded. “Do you need anything else?” 
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“You may,” Rebus said, once again resorting to wordplay so as to avoid accidentally lying. “Sometimes I am not remorseful. This is not one of those times.” 

Rebus nodded. I know. 

What happened to Moment and Savior Complex? 

“Ah, but that is exactly the problem. Even if that sword of his doesn’t touch me, associating with him breaks down my own ability to interact with the plot, since anything he does cannot be relevant.” 

Wow. I frankly have almost no idea what he was trying to say, and I wrote it. 
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Jack frowned - that seemed a bit ominous. “Do you need to rest in some way?” 
Dramatic Irony would still make a really good Plotblade. 

Savior Complex was shattered in a fight with Atreides, Moment is unclaimed at the moment, but thats a question for @Aeoryi

[Aeoryi she/her]

9 minutes ago, NameIess said:

Good, good." Pree scribbled down a note. "Let's see here... Have you ever had an evil nemesis?"

"No, no, not at all, yet."

4 minutes ago, TwinStorm said:

Savior Complex was shattered in a fight with Atreides, Moment is unclaimed at the moment, but thats a question for @Aeoryi

Moment (the Plotblade) materialized beside Rebus, on the ground.

[NameIess]

1 minute ago, Aeoryi said:

"No, no, not at all, yet."

"Mhm." Pree checked a box. "Do you have a tragic past?"

[Aeoryi she/her]

Just now, NameIess said:

"Mhm." Pree checked a box. "Do you have a tragic past?"

"Not really? I was kinda just... Formed into reality one day."

[NameIess]

Just now, Aeoryi said:

"Not really? I was kinda just... Formed into reality one day."

"Ah, a classic TLT backstory."Pree checked another box. "Doesn't necessarily preclude the tragic backstory, however." He noted conversationally. "Just ask Moniker."

He looked up from his clipboard. "Just a few more questions, then I'll be on my way. Do you have a core group of allies you plan to work with to reach your goals? If not, do you have plans to create or find such a group, or will you be working mostly alone?"

[Kansas Stormcursed he/him]

@Keke

[Through The Living Ash he/him]

20 minutes ago, NameIess said:

"Really? Why ever not?"

"I was once a shepherd of the crystal hills." Lyric said as if that explained everything.

"Good, good." Pree scribbled down a note. "Let's see here... Have you ever had an evil nemesis?"

“I don’t think the path I’m on will ever lead me to interact with one.” He squinted at Pree suspiciously. “Unless you’re about to change that.”

28 minutes ago, Aeoryi said:

"Sure, why not." She shrugged.

"But not directly, surely. The weather can be talked about yet not be plot significant at the same time."

MY PLOTBLADE MENTIONED!!!

"You are worried... About becoming plot insignificant?" Ribbon laughed. "You're literally a narrator! Weave yourself some plot armor or something!"

“I’m sorry, I’m a little lost,” he said, struggling to maintain two conversations at once. “We were talking about Rirrom?”

[NameIess]

1 minute ago, Ashkaloda said:

“I don’t think the path I’m on will ever lead me to interact with one.” He squinted at Pree suspiciously. “Unless you’re about to change that.”

Pree looked affronted. "Why would I change that? I am merely a researcher. What do I have to do with antagonists and the evil?"

[Aeoryi she/her]

10 minutes ago, NameIess said:

"Ah, a classic TLT backstory."Pree checked another box. "Doesn't necessarily preclude the tragic backstory, however." He noted conversationally. "Just ask Moniker."

He looked up from his clipboard. "Just a few more questions, then I'll be on my way. Do you have a core group of allies you plan to work with to reach your goals? If not, do you have plans to create or find such a group, or will you be working mostly alone?"

"Yeah. I have some allies." Ribbon said, before adding: "or people I think are allies."

[ChipsAHoid He/Him]

On 1/29/2026 at 10:36 PM, DragonHeir said:

It was not Omen, no. Rebus was using Omen as a landmark, since he can be found easily and the quarry would be around him. 

A top hat drifted down from the sky, settling on the ground between them. It sat there for a moment, doing absolutely nothing. Then an arm reached out from the hat and reached in, pulling out its shoulder, then its torso, two legs, the other arm, and finally a grinning head. Reality jolted, the very world rotating around on its axis, only the man from the hat remaining stationary. The hat dropped cleanly onto his head, and Meat the Minstrel played a chord on his bread, fully upside-down. Ketchup began to bleed from his eyes, running up his cheeks and dripping to the ground. This was unequivocally the man Rebus was seeking. 

I already love this character

Mischief looked at the bread in wonder. She then decided it was a battle of musical talent and pulled a frog from in her hair. She poked it and it let loose a horrifying shriek. When finished, she promptly ate it. And screamed.

Then looked happily at Meat the Minstrel

On 1/30/2026 at 12:19 AM, DragonHeir said:

"Stone for the water. Paper, drawn for words. The man - xob a ni deppart." Meat pulled his soul out of his body, and dropped it upright on the ground. A piano fell out of the sky, and the keys scuttled around before becoming his suit. "Digging - grilling rocks to crunchy me." Meat bowed, the wind carrying roses to land at his feet. 

Mischief started playing 5 notes of a major scale in the right hand and 5 of a chromatic in the left.

2 hours ago, NameIess said:

Omen stared at Meat with eight unblinking eyes. "You speak of Bacon the Bard? What does he have to do with... but of course." Omen spun four of his eyes to Mischief, the others still locked on Meat. "Who sent you to me?"

@ChipsAHoid

Mischief made a small halberd appear in her tiny hands and stared off into the distance, speaking in a monotone

Then it appeared as a crown. Back to a halberd, which she swung around

And then looked back at Omen

[Aeoryi she/her]

5 minutes ago, Ashkaloda said:

“I’m sorry, I’m a little lost,” he said, struggling to maintain two conversations at once. “We were talking about Rirrom?”

"You have no idea." She said with a smile. "Yes, we were talking about Rirrom's threat."

[Verdance he/him]

8 minutes ago, Ashkaloda said:

“I don’t think the path I’m on will ever lead me to interact with one.” He squinted at Pree suspiciously. “Unless you’re about to change that.”

“I’m sorry, I’m a little lost,” he said, struggling to maintain two conversations at once. “We were talking about Rirrom?”

Inkwell made a decision. He was a bit over random authors throwing animals at him and teleporting him to have cryptic conversations. If this was a story, his was not about to end here. Alli didn’t seem to notice Rebus. She had frozen completely, but Inkwell decided if he was going to have a character flaw it would be self preservation over selflessness. He had to act quickly, before Rebus could respond. So he took out his notebook, and drew Rebus’  armor. A quick and dirty sketch that immediately stole the soul of the object, drawing it into the notebook, while the real armor transformed into ink, which Inkwell directed with a flick of his thoughts. Hold him. Buy me time. The picture of the armor in the notebook was already fading. Inkwell unsheathed the sword, and cut a rift, leaping through. 

Edited January 31 by edgyswordname

[NameIess]

1 minute ago, Aeoryi said:

"Yeah. I have some allies." Ribbon said, before adding: "or people I think are allies."

"Excellent." Pree carefully examined his clipboard. "Do you have any loved ones? Family, friends, etc.?"

3 minutes ago, ChipsAHoid said:

Mischief made a small halberd appear in her tiny hands and stared off into the distance, speaking in a monotone

Then it appeared as a crown. Back to a halberd, which she swung around

And then looked back at Omen

"Oh dear." The spider twiddled its front legs nervously. "Mischief, the man who sent you after Meat cannot want him for any good reason. In fact, if he wants him for the reason I think he does, then you should absolutely not bring Meat back to him."

[Aeoryi she/her]

2 minutes ago, NameIess said:

"Excellent." Pree carefully examined his clipboard. "Do you have any loved ones? Family, friends, etc.?"

"I have a crush on Fog but don't tell her. That's it though."

[NameIess]

1 minute ago, Aeoryi said:

"I have a crush on Fog but don't tell her. That's it though."

"Very well." Pree nodded. "That just about does it... oh, wait, just one more question. What would you say is your greatest weakness?"

[Aeoryi she/her]

Just now, NameIess said:

"Very well." Pree nodded. "That just about does it... oh, wait, just one more question. What would you say is your greatest weakness?"

"Not sure yet." She shrugged. "Don't know why you'd expect me to tell you that anyways"

[Verdance he/him]

6 minutes ago, edgyswordname said:

Inkwell made a decision. He was a bit over random authors throwing animals at him and teleporting him to have cryptic conversations. If this was a story, his was not about to end here. Alli didn’t seem to notice Rebus. She had frozen completely, but Inkwell decided if he was going to have a character flaw it would be self preservation over selflessness. He had to act quickly, before Rebus could respond. So he took out his notebook, and drew Rebus’  armor. A quick and dirty sketch that immediately stole the soul of the object, drawing it into the notebook, while the real armor transformed into ink, which Inkwell directed with a flick of his thoughts. Hold him. Buy me time. The picture of the armor in the notebook was already fading. Inkwell unsheathed the sword, and cut a rift, leaping through. 

Theoretically, as a Narrator, Rebus might be able to follow Inkwell anywhere he went. Maybe he had been a bit jumpy, but there wasn’t much he could do about that now. As he landed on the back of a giant metal octopus corpse fallen across a mountain, he cut another rift, falling straight through into a royal palace in a world that immediately lacked any shade of yellow or blue. He continued hacking through the membrane of reality, the air behind him sizzling, until he was forced to stop and catch his breath. He had landed on a massive stone plateau, riddled with puddles and little buds sprouting vines as far as the horizon. 

Spoiler

Thank you for listening to me. 

“I shouldn’t have left her behind!”

Spoiler

She can take care of herself.

“That doesn’t make it right!”

Spoiler

You’re not a knight in shining armor, Inkwell. You’re protecting yourself. 

@DragonHeir @Through The Living Glass

i might take a break tomorrow and let the plot proceed for a bit.

[NameIess]

1 minute ago, Aeoryi said:

"Not sure yet." She shrugged. "Don't know why you'd expect me to tell you that anyways"

"Fair enough." Pree wrote something on his survey, then clipped his pen to his clipboard. "Thank you very much for participating. Would you mind if we carried out some light surveillance of you, to see how your story progresses?" He held up a metal bracelet. "This will collect information about your wellbeing, but it won't listen in on your conversations or anything like that."

[Keke They/he]

15 minutes ago, DragonHeir said:

do not know.” Rebus paused, and it could been seen that a burn mark was slowly appearing on his right palm. “In some ways, that is a good thing - the very insane often believe themselves perfectly normal. You believed me to be hallucinating, not too long ago - if that is true, it is either extensive or shared throughout many others.” 
-

Rebus followed, duplicating himself fully so he could continue speaking with Eli. 
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Rebus nodded. “Some would take pride in that.” 
-

Rebus nodded. “Do you need anything else?” 
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“You may,” Rebus said, once again resorting to wordplay so as to avoid accidentally lying. “Sometimes I am not remorseful. This is not one of those times.” 

elinore nodded. "Sometimes i think im insane. Large crowds stress me out. Ive gotten alot of comtrol over my powers but... sometimes i cant tell if its my feleing or someone elses."

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She went into a room. On the wall there was a board woth different photos of her universe. Different ages, when she was small, middle school high school. Some had rebus in moments he didnt remember, but could almost feel. Others were her and symbol. One was a wedding day, rebus in a nice white suit, symbol in an elegant dress. Perfect. 

her bed sat in a corner with a stuffed animal but not much else. A desk was opposite of it with notes scattered around. 

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he scoffed. "Its a long story, but I dont want fear. Actually, I dont want any of this."

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Hawks sighed. "I fear, I need alot, but none if it is stuff you can help with. Hell half of the reason i even am here, or anywhere is to escape said things." He thought for a second. "I suppose thats why I like you so much. You've do everything to make a mark, be someone important, and to be remembered. Fearing being forgotten. I do the same thing." 

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she nodded. "You said it yourself we are fictional character. Can we really feel much of anything."

[LessName]

On 12/21/2025 at 7:12 PM, NameIess said:

Regulus's eyes widened in shock. A real dragon! He thought. A real dragon, and I have to fight it! He was frozen for a moment, but fortunately, the advice of his father came to mind.

"Son. When you are face to face with a fiery death, don't just sit around."

Regulus blinked, drawing his sword. He ran towards the dragon, hoping to get too close for it to use its fiery breath on him. Although this dragon didn't look to have particularly fiery breath. Thinking back to his dragon-fighting lessons, Regulus cried out a challenge. "Fierce dragon! I, Regulus am here to rescue the prince-er, the damsel you have captured!" Yes, get it talking. Can't breath fire while talking. He screamed a battle cry that came out sounding a little more like just a scream than he would've liked, and swung his sword for one of the dragon's legs.

Having finished said long process of standing up, and now that at least an inch of dust had collected on the old reptile's drooping hide, the dragon turned its head in Regulus' direction as the young man screamed his battle cry. Not yet hard of hearing, the dragon seemed to start at the unexpected high pitched noise. It stumbled back from Regulus' attack, the full force of it not connecting, but still cutting a gash as the dragon let loose a pained roar, and turned its head toward Regulus to belch flames at him. All that came forth was smoke.

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

8 hours ago, edgyswordname said:

Inkwell involuntarily shivered. “What was that?”

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Rebus has killed one of the ancient heroes, or rather, Rebus spilled the blood of one of the ancient heroes before you existed, and his author has granted him death only now, 9/10mmHB#2 told him.

“You’re telling me you spent all this time harassing me because I was stalling plot threads, when one of the plot threads I was stalling kept someone alive?”

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He was in pain! Better to let him reach Elysium than to be responsible for his suffering!

Inkwell gritted his teeth. The guilt threatened to overwhelm him. “That’s. Not. Our. Job. They have authors for a reason.”

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Authors are just as bad as narrators.

“You know, you act like you’re some expert on TLT, but really you appeared here no sooner than I did. Just because you can hear the gods doesn’t make you one of them.”
Inkwell, will all his might, sends a silent message to the other authors, praying his author will hide this from 9/10mmHB#2, the heartless creature Inkwell is stuck with. And for a moment, Inkwell’s prayer is granted, and his author takes away 9/10mmHB#2’s ability to see the Thread.

Inkwell pleads to all the authors to separate him from 9/10, at any cost.

 

hmm

6 hours ago, DragonHeir said:

“Magic and known-good resets, mostly. A normal person would be insane, but I am not a normal person.” Sometimes, you can learn a lot from looking at what Rebus doesn’t say. 
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Rebus nodded. “That’s how it would work. Almost.” 

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“I could kill you,” Rebus noted, “though since you seem to be a person I might feel bad about it.” 
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“I am rather good a psychology - better than my Author, somehow.” 

“I suspect I will.” Rebus said. He closed his eyes, hovering into the air with his arms outstretched. Across the planet, volcanoes sank into the earth. The sky brightened, ash shifting into clouds. Grass, forests, buildings, and oceans closed over the wasteland. 
Rebus stopped floating, Sequence’s World now much the same as it had been before - with him as its ruler. 

“I think both of us would prefer I stay far away from Rirrom. Afterwards, you could bring the body to me, or I could arrive to take the core.” 

That is mostly what Rebus does, though he’s closer to the Lost Pages than one might think. Hey look - vague threats. 

At any cost… There was a thunderclap, and a grinning man in black and white armor appeared. “Hello, Inkwell. I take it you have heard of me?”  

bruh lmao

6 hours ago, DragonHeir said:

Rebus saluted back. He was smiling - he had won, and this was the kind of ending Cricket deserved - but there were tears in his eyes. He stood there - Bat’s talisman in one hand, the sword in the other - and the lightning hit, the flash blinding. 
Cricket was gone. The sword - still covered in his blood - began to glow, shining with color as crystals ran down its length. A Narrationblade. Rebus almost laughed - of course this of all things had been his quest. The sword dropped from his finger, dissipating into wisps of shimmering color. A flower took its place, and Rebus carefully laid it before Cricket’s body. One teardrop fell, rolling off the glowing orange petal and joining with the rain. “Goodbye, Cricket. You were a good friend, a good enemy, and above all a good person. May you rest in peace.” 
Then Rebus stood, pushing aside the sorrow to address the Thread as a whole. “Cricket is dead. Truly dead, beyond even the power of Narration to restore. The terms of the duel cannot be fulfilled - on these grounds, I claim his Plotblades.” Rebus walked to Redemption, the Blade still glowing with incredible brightness. He lifted Antagonist from where it hung on the hilt, placing it upon his head once more. The crown hummed, and Rebus smiled as he pulled Redemption from the pillar. 
It burned.

T~T

4 hours ago, TwinStorm said:

Redemption's voice echoed through his head.

"You are unworthy to hold me, unless you truly desire peace."

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yeah I know I lied ok 

I couldn't leave that easily

 

OOF.

3 hours ago, TwinStorm said:

your thinking as a TLTer should lol

its motives were set in stone by TwinStorm when he designed the Plotblade specifically for Cricket, so the sword will follow his sense of morals and judge people at first as Cricket would, instinctively hating Rebus, liking Tam or Bat etc

the sword does not distinguish between Author's characters tho, so any of Glass's characters it will trust at first, and any of Heir's characters it will dislike on first sight

ye this is so random and so nerdy lol

Oh??

Good to know . . .

25 minutes ago, Aeoryi said:

"I have a crush on Fog but don't tell her. That's it though."

hehehehehehe >:333 \

15 minutes ago, edgyswordname said:

Theoretically, as a Narrator, Rebus might be able to follow Inkwell anywhere he went. Maybe he had been a bit jumpy, but there wasn’t much he could do about that now. As he landed on the back of a giant metal octopus corpse fallen across a mountain, he cut another rift, falling straight through into a royal palace in a world that immediately lacked any shade of yellow or blue. He continued hacking through the membrane of reality, the air behind him sizzling, until he was forced to stop and catch his breath. He had landed on a massive stone plateau, riddled with puddles and little buds sprouting vines as far as the horizon. 

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Thank you for listening to me. 

“I shouldn’t have left her behind!”

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She can take care of herself.

“That doesn’t make it right!”

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You’re not a knight in shining armor, Inkwell. You’re protecting yourself. 

@DragonHeir @Through The Living Glass

i might take a break tomorrow and let the plot proceed for a bit.

Alli watched the exchange nervously, then continued to wander through the woods once he'd vanished, afraid and very much lost.

1 minute ago, LessName said:

Having finished said long process of standing up, and now that at least an inch of dust had collected on the old reptile's drooping hide, the dragon turned its head in Regulus' direction as the young man screamed his battle cry. Not yet hard of hearing, the dragon seemed to start at the unexpected high pitched noise. It stumbled back from Regulus' attack, the full force of it not connecting, but still cutting a gash as the dragon let loose a pained roar, and turned its head toward Regulus to belch flames at him. All that came forth was smoke.

HII!! :D:D

How are you? :3 

 

@Aeoryi @Kansas Stormcursed

Fog watched them interact with little interest.

Did I miss anything

[Kansas Stormcursed he/him]

4 minutes ago, Through The Living Glass said:

hmm

bruh lmao

T~T

OOF.

Oh??

Good to know . . .

hehehehehehe >:333 \

Alli watched the exchange nervously, then continued to wander through the woods once he'd vanished, afraid and very much lost.

HII!! :D:D

How are you? :3 

 

@Aeoryi @Kansas Stormcursed

Fog watched them interact with little interest.

Did I miss anything

Nah, nothing's much happened since

Myles shook his head in irritation. This wasn't supposed to happen anymore. He was important now. He shouldn't be left behind—! No. He quickly smoothed out the irritation, replacing it with a slight, placid smile. "So. We were discussing killing Narrators. Yes?"