The Longest Thread (Misadventures)

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

Just now, edgyswordname said:

Eden eyed Bacon, handing him the knife. “Wait a second, Lute Solo, don’t go anywhere. Hold this for me, you’re my backup.” She approached the bird woman, hands held up. “Look, I don’t wanna fight. I’m more musician than murderer. But you gotta let the kid go, okay? I don’t know what you all are doing here, swooping in an’ stabbing people, but it’s not cool.”

She growled.

"I'm not with the rest of them. Stay away."

[Verdance he/him]

26 minutes ago, Through The Living Glass said:

She growled.

"I'm not with the rest of them. Stay away."

“Good, good, you didn’t stab anyone yet. Well, the status quo right now is you, with the swords, and me, with the attitude. So we can be friends and you don’t have to stab anyone. Not sure why you ran off with that poor kid, though. Mind explaining that one?” She edged forward, hands held up empty. 
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Edited February 9 by edgyswordname

[Keke They/he]

31 minutes ago, xinoehp512 said:

"Well, I suppose that's true," said Bacon, sitting down besides her. "Guess being a Narrator doesn't take you as far as it used to, huh? Though I suppose it never did, really."

she grabbed her dragon that she got from the scribe and flapped its wings. "Not unless your stronger than everyone else."

16 minutes ago, DragonHeir said:

Rebus spoke again, softly now - though still full of venom.“If every Author acted as you have, it would destroy this world far more surely than the mere release of the Witherlord. We would fall to chaos - nothing would matter, and none would care. So think on that, Author. Contemplate what you have done, and decide what it is you will do.” 
And then, Storm laughed at him.“You know nothing, Rebus.” Rebus seethed as the Author spoke of his age and Authority.“I'll have you know, I did not alter continuity, for no fight was happened. I merely altered the deal."

"Rebus, beware. I am thinking, and . . . the time is ripe for Cricket's return. His full return. He is dangerous, and, he will not show mercy." It was almost funny. All this time Rebus had waited for Cricket’s return, and he goes to Malevolence while his Author says to beware it. 
No hard feelings, Storm - though at this time I was quite mad, this is merely a flashback to it. 
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Rebus raised an eyebrow - this would certainly make things harder. “Now, I assume you plan to fight me?” 

Rebus grinned, despite the blow, and his hand disassembled in front of Kyler’s face. The gauntlet unfolded and pulled back, but then his hand - skin, muscles, and bone - did the same, separating into component pieces. “I could take you apart atom-by-atom and put you back together again, if this place didn’t stop me from teleporting in more antimatter.” 

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Rebus laughed. “Fog, what do you think I’ve been trying to do all this time?”

 

He grunted. "i dont even know what that means."

[xinoehp512 he/him]

16 minutes ago, edgyswordname said:

Eden eyed Bacon, handing him the knife. “Wait a second, Lute Solo, don’t go anywhere. Hold this for me, you’re my backup.” She approached the bird woman, hands held up. “Look, I don’t wanna fight. I’m more musician than murderer. But you gotta let the kid go, okay? I don’t know what you all are doing here, swooping in an’ stabbing people, but it’s not cool.”

Bacon stopped where he stood and held the knife. Meekly.

3 minutes ago, Keke said:

she grabbed her dragon that she got from the scribe and flapped its wings. "Not unless your stronger than everyone else."

He grunted. "i dont even know what that means."

"Well, maybe I am stronger than everyone else." Bacon shrugged. "I haven't died yet."

[Through the Living Heir he/him]

20 minutes ago, Kansas Stormcursed said:

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Asharak's smile dimmed slightly, reducing to more of a smirk. "Would it achieve anything?"

I’m mostly bringing piecemeal dialogue from my ranting at that time, so the emotion is genuine but I can clean up the descriptions. 
Rebus would have said something - yelled at the Author, mustering every ounce of anger and melodrama. Instead, he ceased to exist. 
For a time, there was nothing within his Author’s mind - Heir slept, and so Rebus was cast into oblivion. That was terrifying, of course - but it was also empty of thoughts. When his Author woke, however, Rebus flitted on the edges of his mind - unable to act, to make any impact but an endless fog of resets, trapped in little bits of daydreams with neither continuity nor comfort. 
When Rebus returned to life, it was as he should be. He was calm, manipulative. “I know more than you seem to think - mere age does not determine wisdom. Creating history is not the same as changing it, but perhaps I was unreasonable in my judgement.”
Storm was an Author, far more dangerous than he claimed Cricket to be. Still, the anger was important - he brought the feeling into his mind, allowing aggression to seep into his words. “I await the return you have promised. You may not have noticed the relevant post, but my Author did write the beginning of the duel after Cricket appeared to challenge me.”
Rebus smiled - the ironic sort of smile one could make to make those you threatened feel you were very very dangerous. “You could alter what has occurred and pick up from there as though none of this has happened. Or you send all of this in a very different direction - because I too am dangerous.” Then he blinked out of existence, leaving only the memory of his words and the sound of a collapsing vacuum. 
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“Everything achieves something, Asharak.” Rebus gestured, sending a wave of fresh utility fog at him. 

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She grinned.

"Remind me how that's going, again?"

 

 

 

 

 

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“I’ve been… distracted.” Rebus chuckled. “And of course Malevolence stole my stuff.” 

 

4 minutes ago, Keke said:

He grunted. "i dont even know what that means."

“This building stops me from replenishing my power - outside it, I could surgically turn you into an elephant if I wanted to.” Rebus’s hand reconstituted itself, and be tried to flip Kyler to the ground. 

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

9 minutes ago, DragonHeir said:

I’m mostly bringing piecemeal dialogue from my ranting at that time, so the emotion is genuine but I can clean up the descriptions. 
Rebus would have said something - yelled at the Author, mustering every ounce of anger and melodrama. Instead, he ceased to exist. 
For a time, there was nothing within his Author’s mind - Heir slept, and so Rebus was cast into oblivion. That was terrifying, of course - but it was also empty of thoughts. When his Author woke, however, Rebus flitted on the edges of his mind - unable to act, to make any impact but an endless fog of resets, trapped in little bits of daydreams with neither continuity nor comfort. 
When Rebus returned to life, it was as he should be. He was calm, manipulative. “I know more than you seem to think - mere age does not determine wisdom. Creating history is not the same as changing it, but perhaps I was unreasonable in my judgement.”
Storm was an Author, far more dangerous than he claimed Cricket to be. Still, the anger was important - he brought the feeling into his mind, allowing aggression to seep into his words. “I await the return you have promised. You may not have noticed the relevant post, but my Author did write the beginning of the duel after Cricket appeared to challenge me.”
Rebus smiled - the ironic sort of smile one could make to make those you threatened feel you were very very dangerous. “You could alter what has occurred and pick up from there as though none of this has happened. Or you send all of this in a very different direction - because I too am dangerous.” Then he blinked out of existence, leaving only the memory of his words and the sound of a collapsing vacuum. 
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“I’ve been… distracted.” Rebus chuckled. “And of course Malevolence stole my stuff.” 

 

“This building stops me from replenishing my power - outside it, I could surgically turn you into an elephant if I wanted to.” Rebus’s hand reconstituted itself, and be tried to flip Kyler to the ground. 

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"I remember. How easy would it be for you to get it back?"

 

 

 

 

 

 

10 minutes ago, xinoehp512 said:

Bacon stopped where he stood and held the knife. Meekly.

"Well, maybe I am stronger than everyone else." Bacon shrugged. "I haven't died yet."

18 minutes ago, edgyswordname said:

“Good, good, you didn’t stab anyone yet. Well, the status quo right now is you, with the swords, and me, with the attitude. So we can be friends and you don’t have to stab anyone. Not sure why you ran off with that poor kid, though. Mind explaining that one?” She edged forward, hands held up empty. 

"None of your business," she spat.

 

[Keke They/he]

10 minutes ago, xinoehp512 said:

Bacon stopped where he stood and held the knife. Meekly.

"Well, maybe I am stronger than everyone else." Bacon shrugged. "I haven't died yet."

"only cause people are scared to fight you. Cause your a beloved character."

9 minutes ago, DragonHeir said:

I’m mostly bringing piecemeal dialogue from my ranting at that time, so the emotion is genuine but I can clean up the descriptions. 
Rebus would have said something - yelled at the Author, mustering every ounce of anger and melodrama. Instead, he ceased to exist. 
For a time, there was nothing within his Author’s mind - Heir slept, and so Rebus was cast into oblivion. That was terrifying, of course - but it was also empty of thoughts. When his Author woke, however, Rebus flitted on the edges of his mind - unable to act, to make any impact but an endless fog of resets, trapped in little bits of daydreams with neither continuity nor comfort. 
When Rebus returned to life, it was as he should be. He was calm, manipulative. “I know more than you seem to think - mere age does not determine wisdom. Creating history is not the same as changing it, but perhaps I was unreasonable in my judgement.”
Storm was an Author, far more dangerous than he claimed Cricket to be. Still, the anger was important - he brought the feeling into his mind, allowing aggression to seep into his words. “I await the return you have promised. You may not have noticed the relevant post, but my Author did write the beginning of the duel after Cricket appeared to challenge me.”
Rebus smiled - the ironic sort of smile one could make to make those you threatened feel you were very very dangerous. “You could alter what has occurred and pick up from there as though none of this has happened. Or you send all of this in a very different direction - because I too am dangerous.” Then he blinked out of existence, leaving only the memory of his words and the sound of a collapsing vacuum. 
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“Everything achieves something, Asharak.” Rebus gestured, sending a wave of fresh utility fog at him. 

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“I’ve been… distracted.” Rebus chuckled. “And of course Malevolence stole my stuff.” 

 

“This building stops me from replenishing my power - outside it, I could surgically turn you into an elephant if I wanted to.” Rebus’s hand reconstituted itself, and be tried to flip Kyler to the ground. 

"So... you could theoretically keep me and my brother alive if you could get us out." He said and promply slammed into the floor. He coughed some blood and stood up. 

[Verdance he/him]

2 minutes ago, Through The Living Glass said:

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"I remember. How easy would it be for you to get it back?"

 

 

 

 

 

 

"None of your business," she spat.

 

“Uh, okay, lemme just head on down to your city and kidnap a random kid, that’s alright then,” she said sarcastically. “Listen, you’re not with the raiders, I’m not with anyone but him-“ she jerked a finger at Bacon- “Cause he’s cool as far as I can tell. So if you’re not with the raiders, then we can stop getting all aggressive. Save it for the stage. I just wanna make sure you ain’t about to hurt the kid, m’kay? You got wings, the wizard or minstrel or whoever Lute Solo is has got magic, surely we can return the little guy to his family, huh?”

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

8 minutes ago, edgyswordname said:

“Uh, okay, lemme just head on down to your city and kidnap a random kid, that’s alright then,” she said sarcastically. “Listen, you’re not with the raiders, I’m not with anyone but him-“ she jerked a finger at Bacon- “Cause he’s cool as far as I can tell. So if you’re not with the raiders, then we can stop getting all aggressive. Save it for the stage. I just wanna make sure you ain’t about to hurt the kid, m’kay? You got wings, the wizard or minstrel or whoever Lute Solo is has got magic, surely we can return the little guy to his family, huh?”

Her eyes narrowed. She backed up towards the door and slipped inside, locking it.

[Verdance he/him]

2 minutes ago, Through The Living Glass said:

Her eyes narrowed. She backed up towards the door and slipped inside, locking it.

Eden looked at Bacon. “Well, that went well. Your cue?”

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[NameIess]

2 hours ago, edgyswordname said:

“It’s a joke. I’m nervous, that’s all,” Inkwell admitted. From what he knew about Omen’s trials, things like Light or the Arcadian Pen wouldn’t be of much use. @NameIess

So you are prepared for the trial?

1 hour ago, edgyswordname said:

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The presence of Inkwell’s mind had been like a constant hum, a song that had played over 9/10’s entire existence. Finding itself here, in this hallway… it was deeply unsettled. It could not see the Thread. All he could see was doors. The darker doors seemed like a great way to meet probably ancient evil. The doors emanating light brought back a memory of something before- inherited from another existence. Hiding in a closet, footsteps and shadows shining under yet another door. It moved on. One door was askew, shedding neither light or darkness. Safe enough. It approached, and slipped sideways through the opening.

 

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Beyond the doorway was a chair before a flame, upon which 9/10 rested. He had a body again, though it was not Inkwells. Outside the doorway, which he could sense if not see, something passed through the hallway. A being of fire and light, holding a bright lantern in its hand.

Omen's voice spoke from the darkness. "I can confirm it. Antagonist has been found. The Protagonist will rise to meet him, in time. It is inevitable."

9/10 felt his body nod, a weight settling on his host's shoulders. Then he was back in the hallway, bodiless. In the distance ahead of him, he could see the dimming glow of the being's passing.

 

2 hours ago, xinoehp512 said:

Bacon's flute solo abruptly cut to a halt.

Then the room was suddenly filled with Bacons.

Two were pierced through. One thousand other Bacons were not.

An illusion? No. Why bother? Malevolence spun Darkseeker around him, both to clear space around him and to command the liquid spikes, ordering them to reform into a razor-edged ring.

With a mental command, Malevolence sent the ring expanding through the room, hoping to cleave through the crowd. This will be fun. He thought, and laughed.

1 hour ago, DragonHeir said:

Jack handed them over, tucking the butterfly back into his pocket. 

The shopkeeper handed over the supplies, peering suspiciously at Lyric. "Yer' friend don't talk much. Looks afeared o'me. There a reason fer that?"

1 hour ago, DragonHeir said:

There was a pirate flying on a frost whale there, as well as some unfathomably gigantic creatures. Each was larger than the last, and would swoop down to swallow it whole. 

Job observed these fine creatures for a time, then sat down with a sigh and waited to be forgotten. His describing features began to fade.

1 hour ago, TwinStorm said:

The High Priest trembled. "The Plotblades are not for the shadow to claim. If he wishes to possess one, let him com, for only I know where they are to be had. And he he will find me not so easy to vanquish." he replied, summoning Zealot in one hand.

"Still . . . is he the Antagonist?"

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Simon sighed. "I have studied history all my life.Which Narrator? One without a name, or someone more . . . plot-relevant?"

No. But he seeks a power far more destructive than any remnant of Plot. You know of what I speak.

There was another pause before the Dreamsmith continued.

Because of my weapon, he stands a good chance of claiming it. The Antagonist seeks the same goal, though for different reasons. I fear that either of them could destroy the Thread with that power. High Priest, the Protagonist must be found. The Blades must be brought to me so that I can reforge them. If the Witherlord is summoned before this is so... I see little hope that this Thread shall continue.

[xinoehp512 he/him]

1 hour ago, Keke said:

"only cause people are scared to fight you. Cause your a beloved character."

"So... you could theoretically keep me and my brother alive if you could get us out." He said and promply slammed into the floor. He coughed some blood and stood up. 

"Well if no one's willing to fight me, that should mean I'll be safe, right?"

1 hour ago, edgyswordname said:

“Uh, okay, lemme just head on down to your city and kidnap a random kid, that’s alright then,” she said sarcastically. “Listen, you’re not with the raiders, I’m not with anyone but him-“ she jerked a finger at Bacon- “Cause he’s cool as far as I can tell. So if you’re not with the raiders, then we can stop getting all aggressive. Save it for the stage. I just wanna make sure you ain’t about to hurt the kid, m’kay? You got wings, the wizard or minstrel or whoever Lute Solo is has got magic, surely we can return the little guy to his family, huh?”

1 hour ago, Through The Living Glass said:

Her eyes narrowed. She backed up towards the door and slipped inside, locking it.

Bacon shrugged and tapped the door. "Knock knock."

"Who's there?" said the door.

"Orange."

"Nope," said the door. "I'm outta here."

It henceforth departed existence.

52 minutes ago, NameIess said:

So you are prepared for the trial?

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Beyond the doorway was a chair before a flame, upon which 9/10 rested. He had a body again, though it was not Inkwells. Outside the doorway, which he could sense if not see, something passed through the hallway. A being of fire and light, holding a bright lantern in its hand.

Omen's voice spoke from the darkness. "I can confirm it. Antagonist has been found. The Protagonist will rise to meet him, in time. It is inevitable."

9/10 felt his body nod, a weight settling on his host's shoulders. Then he was back in the hallway, bodiless. In the distance ahead of him, he could see the dimming glow of the being's passing.

 

An illusion? No. Why bother? Malevolence spun Darkseeker around him, both to clear space around him and to command the liquid spikes, ordering them to reform into a razor-edged ring.

With a mental command, Malevolence sent the ring expanding through the room, hoping to cleave through the crowd. This will be fun. He thought, and laughed.

Seven of the Bacons began hauling up and down on space-making bicycle pumps, making the inside of the room larger faster than the ring's expansion.

Other Bacons began to conjure trees, and houses, and cars, and other normal city-related things.

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

16 minutes ago, xinoehp512 said:

Bacon shrugged and tapped the door. "Knock knock."

"Who's there?" said the door.

"Orange."

"Nope," said the door. "I'm outta here."

It henceforth departed existence.

The woman sat inside the room with several of the children, who sat on bunkbeds or carpets on the floor, eating snacks or playing little games with each other and other assorted things.

The woman gaped.

"HEY! WHAT'D YOU DO?!"

[KaladinsSenseOfHumourSpren He/Him]

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A door in front of Rebus, and a figure with a white metal-like spike in his left eye walked out. His right eye was Prismatic.

"Hello, Rebus," Renamed said. "Named died in a duel in Battle for the Sandwich. I am his successor. I have his memories and his chromaturgy, though I am not a fullborn.

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"Named, at the end, drafted so much red and sub-red that he vapourised the entire arena, including him and his opponent. Both were heavily wounded at the time." Renamed paused. "All that was left was a crater - and a piece of white luxin." Renamed gestured to his eye spike. "When I found it, it was hemalurgically charged. I still don't know how he drafted it - his metalminds only granted the nine colours of the spectrum - and even how he drafted so much of the other colours over the course of the duel. It was far more than even a Prism should've been able to handle.

"I am what is left of Named, and so I am now your employee. Like I said, I don't have Allomancy or Feruchemy, so I am not as powerful as Named, though I do have something he doesn't.

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"With the spike, I can see passively in all spectra from paryl to chi.

"I'd like to start by requesting the modifications that Named had for a constant source of full-spectrum light. I don't know what happened to the nanomachines that Named had, they either were vapourised or are now stuck in Battle for the Sandwich. Or, I guess they could've followed me here."

[Through The Living Ash he/him]

5 hours ago, KaladinsSenseOfHumourSpren said:

@DragonHeir

A door in front of Rebus, and a figure with a white metal-like spike in his left eye walked out. His right eye was Prismatic.

"Hello, Rebus," Renamed said. "Named died in a duel in Battle for the Sandwich. I am his successor. I have his memories and his chromaturgy, though I am not a fullborn.

This next part if spoilers for the entire Lightbringer Series, so Ashkaloda and others don't read this

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"Named, at the end, drafted so much red and sub-red that he vapourised the entire arena, including him and his opponent. Both were heavily wounded at the time." Renamed paused. "All that was left was a crater - and a piece of white luxin." Renamed gestured to his eye spike. "When I found it, it was hemalurgically charged. I still don't know how he drafted it - his metalminds only granted the nine colours of the spectrum - and even how he drafted so much of the other colours over the course of the duel. It was far more than even a Prism should've been able to handle.

"I am what is left of Named, and so I am now your employee. Like I said, I don't have Allomancy or Feruchemy, so I am not as powerful as Named, though I do have something he doesn't.

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"With the spike, I can see passively in all spectra from paryl to chi.

"I'd like to start by requesting the modifications that Named had for a constant source of full-spectrum light. I don't know what happened to the nanomachines that Named had, they either were vapourised or are now stuck in Battle for the Sandwich. Or, I guess they could've followed me here."

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The nanomachines had, in fact, been almost entirely destroyed in the explosion. 

[Verdance he/him]

7 hours ago, NameIess said:

So you are prepared for the trial?

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Beyond the doorway was a chair before a flame, upon which 9/10 rested. He had a body again, though it was not Inkwells. Outside the doorway, which he could sense if not see, something passed through the hallway. A being of fire and light, holding a bright lantern in its hand.

Omen's voice spoke from the darkness. "I can confirm it. Antagonist has been found. The Protagonist will rise to meet him, in time. It is inevitable."

9/10 felt his body nod, a weight settling on his host's shoulders. Then he was back in the hallway, bodiless. In the distance ahead of him, he could see the dimming glow of the being's passing.

 

An illusion? No. Why bother? Malevolence spun Darkseeker around him, both to clear space around him and to command the liquid spikes, ordering them to reform into a razor-edged ring.

With a mental command, Malevolence sent the ring expanding through the room, hoping to cleave through the crowd. This will be fun. He thought, and laughed.

The shopkeeper handed over the supplies, peering suspiciously at Lyric. "Yer' friend don't talk much. Looks afeared o'me. There a reason fer that?"

Job observed these fine creatures for a time, then sat down with a sigh and waited to be forgotten. His describing features began to fade.

No. But he seeks a power far more destructive than any remnant of Plot. You know of what I speak.

There was another pause before the Dreamsmith continued.

Because of my weapon, he stands a good chance of claiming it. The Antagonist seeks the same goal, though for different reasons. I fear that either of them could destroy the Thread with that power. High Priest, the Protagonist must be found. The Blades must be brought to me so that I can reforge them. If the Witherlord is summoned before this is so... I see little hope that this Thread shall continue.

“Yes.”

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The voice caused 9/10mmHB#2 to whirl around in surprise, as best as you could do while a disembodied spirit. Well, it wasn’t anything new to him. He couldn’t tell if that had been yet another host or… or what? What had he been thinking about?

No matter. He approached a darker door. It was locked shut, but 9/10 was a ghost. Or something. He attempted to pass incorporeally through the door. 

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5 hours ago, Through The Living Glass said:

The woman sat inside the room with several of the children, who sat on bunkbeds or carpets on the floor, eating snacks or playing little games with each other and other assorted things.

The woman gaped.

"HEY! WHAT'D YOU DO?!"

“Oh shoot-“ Eden said. “It’s an underground daycare. Are these kids all orphans or sumthing?”

[TwinStorm He/Him]

7 hours ago, NameIess said:

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Beyond the doorway was a chair before a flame, upon which 9/10 rested. He had a body again, though it was not Inkwells. Outside the doorway, which he could sense if not see, something passed through the hallway. A being of fire and light, holding a bright lantern in its hand.

Omen's voice spoke from the darkness. "I can confirm it. Antagonist has been found. The Protagonist will rise to meet him, in time. It is inevitable."

9/10 felt his body nod, a weight settling on his host's shoulders. Then he was back in the hallway, bodiless. In the distance ahead of him, he could see the dimming glow of the being's passing.

 

An illusion? No. Why bother? Malevolence spun Darkseeker around him, both to clear space around him and to command the liquid spikes, ordering them to reform into a razor-edged ring.

With a mental command, Malevolence sent the ring expanding through the room, hoping to cleave through the crowd. This will be fun. He thought, and laughed.

The shopkeeper handed over the supplies, peering suspiciously at Lyric. "Yer' friend don't talk much. Looks afeared o'me. There a reason fer that?"

Job observed these fine creatures for a time, then sat down with a sigh and waited to be forgotten. His describing features began to fade.

No. But he seeks a power far more destructive than any remnant of Plot. You know of what I speak.

There was another pause before the Dreamsmith continued.

Because of my weapon, he stands a good chance of claiming it. The Antagonist seeks the same goal, though for different reasons. I fear that either of them could destroy the Thread with that power. High Priest, the Protagonist must be found. The Blades must be brought to me so that I can reforge them. If the Witherlord is summoned before this is so... I see little hope that this Thread shall continue.

"I . . ." he quavered in fear. The dread shadow, of which even he did not speak of. "The Blades must be . . . reforged . . ."

Then he spoke again, a little more clarity in his voice. "Surely not. Reforging them would be inviting death upon us all. No one man can wield such power."

[Keke They/he]

7 hours ago, xinoehp512 said:

Well if no one's willing to fight me, that should mean I'll be safe, right?"

"yeha until someone snaps. I mean. People are scheming with meat the Minstrel. And everything is sp chaotic." She slumped. She was tired, it had been a while since she slept, and so much had happened thay she was mentally, physically and emotionally worn down. She was gonna say something but trailed off as the exhaust took over and she leaned against bacon. 

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

5 hours ago, edgyswordname said:

“Oh shoot-“ Eden said. “It’s an underground daycare. Are these kids all orphans or sumthing?”

She stared at her flatly, then sighed.

"Please leave . . ."

[xinoehp512 he/him]

11 hours ago, Through The Living Glass said:

The woman sat inside the room with several of the children, who sat on bunkbeds or carpets on the floor, eating snacks or playing little games with each other and other assorted things.

The woman gaped.

"HEY! WHAT'D YOU DO?!"

"Attempted to tell a terrible joke," Bacon said, peering around the room curiously. "It would seem the door decided it would spare these poor children the horror."

4 hours ago, Keke said:

"yeha until someone snaps. I mean. People are scheming with meat the Minstrel. And everything is sp chaotic." She slumped. She was tired, it had been a while since she slept, and so much had happened thay she was mentally, physically and emotionally worn down. She was gonna say something but trailed off as the exhaust took over and she leaned against bacon. 

"Bacon sandwich?" offered Bacon.

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

39 minutes ago, xinoehp512 said:

"Attempted to tell a terrible joke," Bacon said, peering around the room curiously. "It would seem the door decided it would spare these poor children the horror."

She shoved him out of the room.

"Out," she demanded.

[Verdance he/him]

41 minutes ago, Through The Living Glass said:

She stared at her flatly, then sighed.

"Please leave . . ."

“You got the flying and rooftop chase part down, but you need to work on your answering questions bit. Look, I’ll start. I’m Eden, I spend my time keeping up with university and playing guitar. Now you go.”

[Keke They/he]

53 minutes ago, xinoehp512 said:

"Bacon sandwich?" offered Bacon.

She didnt accept seeing as she was asleep….

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

10 minutes ago, edgyswordname said:

“You got the flying and rooftop chase part down, but you need to work on your answering questions bit. Look, I’ll start. I’m Eden, I spend my time keeping up with university and playing guitar. Now you go.”

She blinked.

". . . I- I'm Atrephica. I-"

She looked at the kids.

"Well, I-"

With a screech, more winged people flooded into the basement through the stairway, weapons drawn.

Atrephica swore and hurried the terrified children to the back of the room, hiding her wings.

[xinoehp512 he/him]

 

15 minutes ago, Keke said:

She didnt accept seeing as she was asleep….

Bacon shrugged, leaning back against the wall and beginning to hum a soothing melody to summon pleasant dreams.

14 minutes ago, Through The Living Glass said:

She blinked.

". . . I- I'm Atrephica. I-"

She looked at the kids.

"Well, I-"

With a screech, more winged people flooded into the basement through the stairway, weapons drawn.

Atrephica swore and hurried the terrified children to the back of the room, hiding her wings.

"Hey, hey, what's the big idea?" said Bacon, raising his hands in the air.