The Longest Thread (Misadventures)

[Through the Living Shadow he/him]

1 hour ago, NameIess said:

"So you're him. The one he said might come after." The man's posture relaxed, and he walked fully into the clearing. "A man did this. Attacked our village, killed thirteen of us before he was through. He looked just like you."

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"You too can summon Narrators. In your imagination, at least. As for why I remain in this realm, I am trapped here. I cannot leave even into adjoining realms save for brief visits, and even that has grown dangerous as of late. That memory you were in was from a time before I found Omen, when I thought I would be utterly trapped nev...

The Dreamsmith continued talking, but his voice faded from 9/10's ears as the door opened. In a moment, 9/10 was in another memory.

9/10 stood behind the Dreamsmith's anvil, looking across it at Malevolence. The villain had just set a Mordite Blade down on the anvil, and was midway through explaining his desired weapon. "...bond my soul to that Blade, allowing me to safely tap into some of the more destructive powers of the Mordite."

9/10 felt himself blink in shock. Possibilities swirled through his mind in a maelstrom. "You want me to bond a Mordite blade to your soul? Safely? That is..." A realization struck him. An awful, terrible, wondrous realization. Here was a solution to the problem that had plagued the Thread for so long. Here was a way to right what he had wronged. This was the opportunity he had always wanted. It was a terrible gamble, but in that frozen moment, he realized that at long last, he could make a blade to-

9/10 was once again in the corridor, face-to-face with the Dreamsmith. "I'm afraid I can't let you see that memory." He turned to look at the door, a frown barely visible on his fiery face. "Hm. Probably best to speed this up a bit. That memory has been at the surface of my mind far too much lately."

In another moment, the Dreamsmith and 9/10 stood in an empty green field. It was sunny and serene, birdsong filling the air, accompanied by the hum of insect's wings. On a hill far off, a simple house stood.

"Welcome to my imagination, where your trial will take place. Have you decided between a battle or character growth yet?"

 

Unintelligible nodded silently. Moving slowly, he walked to the burial vault and placed Sequence's body within it. For a long moment, he stared at her pale, dead face. Then he turned away and walked back to Aelinor's side.

Of its own accord, the lid of the burial vault slid into place, a final barrier between Sequence and the living world she had left.

"Well," Unintelligible whispered. "That's that. She's... gone." He closed his eyes. "We should be on our way soon. The events of the Thread wait for no one. Do you... have any final words to say? Before we leave her?"

Malevolence floated in the void, stunned by the majestic power of the blast. He looked around himself, beholding the destruction he had wrought. That... had not gone as expected. He'd never been foolish enough to test the explosive of course, but he'd thought he understood the destruction it would cause. But this... this was beyond anything he'd ever imagined. His eyes fell on the page, and a savage grin filled his face.

Malevolence activated rocket thrusters to boost himself forward to the page. Or tried to. It didn't work. He tried to pull up a diagnostic screen to see the issue, but that failed as well. Marvelous. Still, he'd managed to hold on to Darkseeker. Malevolence concentrated, and with considerable effort, managed to boost himself towards the Page by shooting a thin stream of darkness behind himself. It was slow, but he made progress. As he approached the Page, Malevolence reached out with one hand, holding Darkseeker firmly in the other. After all this time, the path to the Witherlord's power would be in his grasp.

"Mhm. Well, best of luck on yer' stupid quest. Hope the two of yeh' don' run into anythin' too nasty." The shopkeeper turned around and went back into her building.

Lyric relaxed as soon as she was out of sight. "Excellent! Shall we continue on our quest?"

A figure, disfigured, watched the efforts of Malevolance with interest.

@edgyswordname

is there anything I missed?

[Verdance he/him]

2 minutes ago, SpiritOfWrath said:

A figure, disfigured, watched the efforts of Malevolance with interest.

@edgyswordname

is there anything I missed?

Me? I’m still pretty new here, so you’d probably get better info from a veteran like Nameless or Glass, but from what I can tell the only incredibly important plot line that’s been happening since you were here last is Bacon and Malevolence fighting.

[Through the Living Shadow he/him]

1 minute ago, edgyswordname said:

Me? I’m still pretty new here, so you’d probably get better info from a veteran like Nameless or Glass, but from what I can tell the only incredibly important plot line that’s been happening since you were here last is Bacon and Malevolence fighting.

hmmm

okay

Nothing with you and Glass's plot?

[Verdance he/him]

2 minutes ago, SpiritOfWrath said:

hmmm

okay

Nothing with you and Glass's plot?

Bacon froze everyone and Eden evasively apologized to Atrephica. It’s like half a page tbh, I will totally forgir sumpting

Edited February 11 by edgyswordname

[Keke They/he]

55 minutes ago, xinoehp512 said:

..with Bacon?

"He speaks!" said Bacon. "Does that mean you accept my challenge?"

Ben glared and in a dark voice replied. "Hell yeah"

55 minutes ago, xinoehp512 said:

As his will - his claim - rippled outward, unreality itself responded. The page grew steadily closer and closer to Bacon, and further and further from Malevolence.

YES BACON YES

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

3 hours ago, edgyswordname said:

There are no words. Except for, “oh.” What do you do when you realize you’ve harassed someone who was just trying to do some good in the world?

She glared at them.

"Please leave . . ."

2 hours ago, NameIess said:

"So you're him. The one he said might come after." The man's posture relaxed, and he walked fully into the clearing. "A man did this. Attacked our village, killed thirteen of us before he was through. He looked just like you."

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"You too can summon Narrators. In your imagination, at least. As for why I remain in this realm, I am trapped here. I cannot leave even into adjoining realms save for brief visits, and even that has grown dangerous as of late. That memory you were in was from a time before I found Omen, when I thought I would be utterly trapped nev...

The Dreamsmith continued talking, but his voice faded from 9/10's ears as the door opened. In a moment, 9/10 was in another memory.

9/10 stood behind the Dreamsmith's anvil, looking across it at Malevolence. The villain had just set a Mordite Blade down on the anvil, and was midway through explaining his desired weapon. "...bond my soul to that Blade, allowing me to safely tap into some of the more destructive powers of the Mordite."

9/10 felt himself blink in shock. Possibilities swirled through his mind in a maelstrom. "You want me to bond a Mordite blade to your soul? Safely? That is..." A realization struck him. An awful, terrible, wondrous realization. Here was a solution to the problem that had plagued the Thread for so long. Here was a way to right what he had wronged. This was the opportunity he had always wanted. It was a terrible gamble, but in that frozen moment, he realized that at long last, he could make a blade to-

9/10 was once again in the corridor, face-to-face with the Dreamsmith. "I'm afraid I can't let you see that memory." He turned to look at the door, a frown barely visible on his fiery face. "Hm. Probably best to speed this up a bit. That memory has been at the surface of my mind far too much lately."

In another moment, the Dreamsmith and 9/10 stood in an empty green field. It was sunny and serene, birdsong filling the air, accompanied by the hum of insect's wings. On a hill far off, a simple house stood.

"Welcome to my imagination, where your trial will take place. Have you decided between a battle or character growth yet?"

 

Unintelligible nodded silently. Moving slowly, he walked to the burial vault and placed Sequence's body within it. For a long moment, he stared at her pale, dead face. Then he turned away and walked back to Aelinor's side.

Of its own accord, the lid of the burial vault slid into place, a final barrier between Sequence and the living world she had left.

"Well," Unintelligible whispered. "That's that. She's... gone." He closed his eyes. "We should be on our way soon. The events of the Thread wait for no one. Do you... have any final words to say? Before we leave her?"

Malevolence floated in the void, stunned by the majestic power of the blast. He looked around himself, beholding the destruction he had wrought. That... had not gone as expected. He'd never been foolish enough to test the explosive of course, but he'd thought he understood the destruction it would cause. But this... this was beyond anything he'd ever imagined. His eyes fell on the page, and a savage grin filled his face.

Malevolence activated rocket thrusters to boost himself forward to the page. Or tried to. It didn't work. He tried to pull up a diagnostic screen to see the issue, but that failed as well. Marvelous. Still, he'd managed to hold on to Darkseeker. Malevolence concentrated, and with considerable effort, managed to boost himself towards the Page by shooting a thin stream of darkness behind himself. It was slow, but he made progress. As he approached the Page, Malevolence reached out with one hand, holding Darkseeker firmly in the other. After all this time, the path to the Witherlord's power would be in his grasp.

"Mhm. Well, best of luck on yer' stupid quest. Hope the two of yeh' don' run into anythin' too nasty." The shopkeeper turned around and went back into her building.

Lyric relaxed as soon as she was out of sight. "Excellent! Shall we continue on our quest?"

2 hours ago, xinoehp512 said:

"I see! I'm glad we took the time to clear that up. Do you want us to clean up these intruders for you?"

...with Bacon?

"He speaks!" said Bacon. "Does that mean you accept my challenge?"

No. No, Bacon wasn't going to let that happen. He might not have Narration any longer, but he was still Bacon the Bard. And that page was his to protect.

He extended his hand. In this strange, unreal space, the usual rules of reality no longer seemed to apply. But perhaps...

I am a writer of stories. I am a guardian of laughter. I was given the task of protecting this page. It belongs to ME.

As his will - his claim - rippled outward, unreality itself responded. The page grew steadily closer and closer to Bacon, and further and further from Malevolence.

*hyperventilates*

[CoderDrag0n8 He/They]

alright i want to boot God Slayer back in here but dont know how

[Verdance he/him]

6 minutes ago, CoderDrag0n8 said:

alright i want to boot God Slayer back in here but dont know how

…there’s a TLT character named God Slayer? I want even aware that God was in TLT, unless Plot counts.

[Through The Living Ash he/him]

3 minutes ago, edgyswordname said:

…there’s a TLT character named God Slayer? I want even aware that God was in TLT, unless Plot counts.

There’s probably a whole lotta gods if you took the time to look. 

11 minutes ago, CoderDrag0n8 said:

alright i want to boot God Slayer back in here but dont know how

I vote that you rudely shove him into someone else’s plotline for the funnies.  

[CoderDrag0n8 He/They]

9 minutes ago, edgyswordname said:

…there’s a TLT character named God Slayer? I want even aware that God was in TLT, unless Plot counts.

Nah one of my characters

he just likes killing gods plural

because he is polytheistic but prefers to be non-theistic

4 minutes ago, Ashkaloda said:

There’s probably a whole lotta gods if you took the time to look. 

I vote that you rudely shove him into someone else’s plotline for the funnies.  

ALright will do

[Verdance he/him]

13 minutes ago, CoderDrag0n8 said:

Nah one of my characters

he just likes killing gods plural

because he is polytheistic but prefers to be non-theistic

ALright will do

Spoiler

Turns out that I have a god (more of a demon tbh) that like killing characters. He’s an athiest but enjoys pretending gods exist, that is, hallucinating all the gods that used to exist before he killed them. He’s not showing up any time soon, though. 

Spoilers for a future villain if you’re interested 

[CoderDrag0n8 He/They]

Just now, edgyswordname said:

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Turns out that I have a god (more of a demon tbh) that like killing characters. He’s an athiest but enjoys pretending gods exist, that is, hallucinating all the gods that used to exist before he killed them. He’s not showing up any time soon, though. 

Spoilers for a future villain if you’re interested 

huh

God Slayer would like that guy

oh also God Slayer is the god of dragons

which makes things rightfully complicated

as that also makes him borderline suicidal

(just like all my other RP characters)

[Verdance he/him]

Just now, CoderDrag0n8 said:

huh

God Slayer would like that guy

oh also God Slayer is the god of dragons

which makes things rightfully complicated

as that also makes him borderline suicidal

(just like all my other RP characters)

Honestly that’s the best thing I’ve ever heard

suicidal god killer that is a god

et en Arcadia, ego

[CoderDrag0n8 He/They]

8 minutes ago, edgyswordname said:

Honestly that’s the best thing I’ve ever heard

suicidal god killer that is a god

et en Arcadia, ego

Well he's not suicidal anymore/yet but I am thinking of weaving that into his charater more.

He had a best friend as a god, but that best friend died, and he now believes that all good gods are dead, and the only good god is a dead god.

[NameIess]

4 hours ago, xinoehp512 said:

No. No, Bacon wasn't going to let that happen. He might not have Narration any longer, but he was still Bacon the Bard. And that page was his to protect.

He extended his hand. In this strange, unreal space, the usual rules of reality no longer seemed to apply. But perhaps...

I am a writer of stories. I am a guardian of laughter. I was given the task of protecting this page. It belongs to ME.

As his will - his claim - rippled outward, unreality itself responded. The page grew steadily closer and closer to Bacon, and further and further from Malevolence.

The page moved away from Malevolence just as his fingers closed around the empty void-space it would have occupied. Malevolence growled silently and tried to propel himself faster, but no matter how hard he strove to jet himself forward, he did not seem to go any faster. In fact, he didn't seem to be moving at all.

No! He screamed without noise. All my planning, only to lose the page now? I will not accept this! That page belongs to me! It should...

As he spoke his desire, his claim, the page slowed just slightly in its approach towards Bacon. Malevolence's eyes widened in understanding, and he held out his hand.

That page is MINE! I and I alone am worthy of its secrets. I am Malevolence, seeker of evil, seeker of darkness, and no other is deserving of such power. I will hold that page, I will be the Witherlord's heir, and I will shatter this Thread in darkness and death! That page holds my destiny and I WILL NOT be denied.

Caught by the villain's desire and command, the Lost Page halted a few breaths away from Bacon's reach. Then, slowly, horrifyingly, it began to move back towards Malevolence.

4 hours ago, edgyswordname said:

So this isn’t the Clearing. Why would someone look like me… unless it decides it wants to keep my face. Inkwell glanced down at his belt. As expected, Futility was missing. “Let me guess. He had a black sword?” Or I could be jumping to conclusions again. “If it alright if I ask… how exactly did she die?”.

"Killed by his blade. Black it was, just as you said." The man shuddered. "Larid pulled a sword and tried to stop him, but the man's blade cut right through it, and Larid's neck besides."

Spoiler

"Very well then. Let your trial... begin." The Dreamsmith waved a hand ceremoniously and... nothing happened. The Dreamsmith merely watched 9/10 with eyes of fire, an expectant expression on his face.

 

Edited February 11 by NameIess

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

2 minutes ago, NameIess said:

The page moved away from Malevolence just as his fingers closed around the empty void-space it would have occupied. Malevolence growled silently and tried to propel himself faster, but no matter how hard he strove to jet himself forward, he did not seem to go any faster. In fact, he didn't seem to be moving at all.

No! He screamed without noise. All my planning, only to lose the page now? I will not accept this! That page belongs to me! It should...

As he spoke his desire, his claim, the page slowed just slightly in its approach towards Bacon. Malevolence's eyes widened in understanding, and he held out his hand.

That page is MINE! I and I alone am worthy of its secrets. I am Malevolence, seeker of evil, seeker of darkness, and no other is worthy of such power. I will hold that page, I will be the Witherlord's heir, and I will shatter this Thread in darkness and death! That page holds my destiny and I WILL NOT be denied.

Caught by the villain's desire and command, the Lost Page halted a few breaths away from Bacon's reach. Then, slowly, horrifyingly, it began to move back towards Malevolence.

"Killed by his blade. Black it was, just as you said." The man shuddered. "Larid pulled a sword and tried to stop him, but the man's blade cut right through it, and Larid's neck besides."

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"Very well then. Let your trial... begin." The Dreamsmith waved a hand ceremoniously and... nothing happened. The Dreamsmith merely watched 9/10 with eyes of fire, an expectant expression on his face.

 

AH WAIT MALEVOLENCE NOOOO

*shrieks*

[KaladinsSenseOfHumourSpren He/Him]

6 hours ago, DragonHeir said:

“Of course.” Rebus smiled, and the lights began to blink on. “Power matters less than you’d think - I am glad to have you as my employee.” 
That’s legitimately so cool. 

Renamed nodded. "I do not know of anything that had happened here after Named left. Is there anything important I should know?"

Thank you!

[xinoehp512 he/him]

4 hours ago, Keke said:

Ben glared and in a dark voice replied. "Hell yeah"

YES BACON YES

"Eye of the Tiger" by survivor began playing from the boomboxes.

Bacon opened with a salvo of moves in sync with the opening beats.

3 hours ago, Through The Living Glass said:

She glared at them.

"Please leave . . ."

*hyperventilates*

"Look. We're very sorry- are you sure there isn't anything we can do for you? We'd hate to leave you with a bunch of angry spear-wielding maniacs at your doorstep."

1 hour ago, NameIess said:

The page moved away from Malevolence just as his fingers closed around the empty void-space it would have occupied. Malevolence growled silently and tried to propel himself faster, but no matter how hard he strove to jet himself forward, he did not seem to go any faster. In fact, he didn't seem to be moving at all.

No! He screamed without noise. All my planning, only to lose the page now? I will not accept this! That page belongs to me! It should...

As he spoke his desire, his claim, the page slowed just slightly in its approach towards Bacon. Malevolence's eyes widened in understanding, and he held out his hand.

That page is MINE! I and I alone am worthy of its secrets. I am Malevolence, seeker of evil, seeker of darkness, and no other is deserving of such power. I will hold that page, I will be the Witherlord's heir, and I will shatter this Thread in darkness and death! That page holds my destiny and I WILL NOT be denied.

Caught by the villain's desire and command, the Lost Page halted a few breaths away from Bacon's reach. Then, slowly, horrifyingly, it began to move back towards Malevolence.

"Killed by his blade. Black it was, just as you said." The man shuddered. "Larid pulled a sword and tried to stop him, but the man's blade cut right through it, and Larid's neck besides."

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"Very well then. Let your trial... begin." The Dreamsmith waved a hand ceremoniously and... nothing happened. The Dreamsmith merely watched 9/10 with eyes of fire, an expectant expression on his face.

 

No!

The page drifted towards Malevolence.

I was commanded by the author himself! willed Bacon furiously. Previous holder of this awful power, convinced it should never again be wielded! I bear his will that this page be protected.

The page slowed.

I am the heir of Fate! willed Bacon desperately. This page- and all that would be wrought thereby- is MINE!

The page stopped, almost close enough to brush Malevolence's fingers. Balanced between their wills, torn between duty and destiny, it fluttered.

Edited February 11 by xinoehp512

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

4 minutes ago, xinoehp512 said:

No!

The page drifted towards Malevolence.

I was commanded by the author himself! willed Bacon furiously. Previous holder of this awful power, convinced it should never again be wielded! I bear his will that this page be protected.

The page slowed.

I am the heir of Fate! willed Bacon desperately. This page- and all that would be wrought thereby- is MINE!

The page stopped, almost close enough to brush Malevolence's fingers. Balanced between their wills, torn between duty and destiny, it fluttered.

T~T

i'm actually so nervous rn

Don't let him have it, Bacon!! ToT

4 minutes ago, xinoehp512 said:

"Look. We're very sorry- are you sure there isn't anything we can do for you? We'd hate to leave you with a bunch of angry spear-wielding maniacs at your doorstep."

". . . You couldn't just . . . get rid of them all, I hope?"

[xinoehp512 he/him]

23 minutes ago, Through The Living Glass said:

T~T

i'm actually so nervous rn

Don't let him have it, Bacon!! ToT

". . . You couldn't just . . . get rid of them all, I hope?"

"I could make that work, I suppose."

Bacon sneezed, sending the chained attackers to random battles somewhere else.

Edited February 11 by xinoehp512

[NameIess]

25 minutes ago, xinoehp512 said:

No!

The page drifted towards Malevolence.

I was commanded by the author himself! willed Bacon furiously. Previous holder of this awful power, convinced it should never again be wielded! I bear his will that this page be protected.

The page slowed.

I am the heir of Fate! willed Bacon desperately. This page- and all that would be wrought thereby- is MINE!

The page stopped, almost close enough to brush Malevolence's fingers. Balanced between their wills, torn between duty and destiny, it fluttered.

Yes!

Malevolence strained, again commanding the page to draw nearer.

My life has been spent in service of darkness. By day I ponder evil’s nature, by night I follow its dictates. I have lied, cheated, stolen, killed! All that I might find the path of truest evil. And here you are!

In this void left by reality’s shattering, Malevolence's evil will became manifest. Like tendrils of purest darkness, a stain on the otherwise colorless emptiness, they outstretched from his grasping fingers, entwining themselves around the Lost Page.

Do not withhold this path from me, Malevolence commanded, willed, begged. I will be darkness incarnate. I will be Evil itself, come to crush all life, all hope, all good. Come to me, for I will be THE WITHERLORD!

The tendrils of Malevolence’s will constricted. All his strength, all his conviction, every drop of his evil was poured into this final, desperate heave for victory.

[xinoehp512 he/him]

12 minutes ago, NameIess said:

Yes!

Malevolence strained, again commanding the page to draw nearer.

My life has been spent in service of darkness. By day I ponder evil’s nature, by night I follow its dictates. I have lied, cheated, stolen, killed! All that I might find the path of truest evil. And here you are!

In this void left by reality’s shattering, Malevolence's evil will became manifest. Like tendrils of purest darkness, a stain on the otherwise colorless emptiness, they outstretched from his grasping fingers, entwining themselves around the Lost Page.

Do not withhold this path from me, Malevolence commanded, willed, begged. I will be darkness incarnate. I will be Evil itself, come to crush all life, all hope, all good. Come to me, for I will be THE WITHERLORD!

The tendrils of Malevolence’s will constricted. All his strength, all his conviction, every drop of his evil was poured into this final, desperate heave for victory.

Bacon strained, every fiber of his being manifesting his will. For a moment, the page seemed to pull towards him.

And then Malevolence's hand closed around it.

Reality returned.

 

Bacon knelt in the rubble that had once been a world. Rain trickled in through a crack in the ceiling. Evidently, Malevolence's bomb had been strong enough to damage the vault after all.

And the page was gone.

Bacon closed his eyes. Everyone... I'm sorry.

 

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

1 hour ago, NameIess said:

Yes!

Malevolence strained, again commanding the page to draw nearer.

My life has been spent in service of darkness. By day I ponder evil’s nature, by night I follow its dictates. I have lied, cheated, stolen, killed! All that I might find the path of truest evil. And here you are!

In this void left by reality’s shattering, Malevolence's evil will became manifest. Like tendrils of purest darkness, a stain on the otherwise colorless emptiness, they outstretched from his grasping fingers, entwining themselves around the Lost Page.

Do not withhold this path from me, Malevolence commanded, willed, begged. I will be darkness incarnate. I will be Evil itself, come to crush all life, all hope, all good. Come to me, for I will be THE WITHERLORD!

The tendrils of Malevolence’s will constricted. All his strength, all his conviction, every drop of his evil was poured into this final, desperate heave for victory.

1 hour ago, xinoehp512 said:

Bacon strained, every fiber of his being manifesting his will. For a moment, the page seemed to pull towards him.

And then Malevolence's hand closed around it.

Reality returned.

 

Bacon knelt in the rubble that had once been a world. Rain trickled in through a crack in the ceiling. Evidently, Malevolence's bomb had been strong enough to damage the vault after all.

And the page was gone.

Bacon closed his eyes. Everyone... I'm sorry.

 

T~T

well dang

2 hours ago, xinoehp512 said:

"I could make that work, I suppose."

Bacon sneezed, sending the chained attackers to random battles somewhere else.

She waited for him to do something.

". . . Sooooo . . ."

[Verdance he/him]

3 hours ago, xinoehp512 said:

Bacon strained, every fiber of his being manifesting his will. For a moment, the page seemed to pull towards him.

And then Malevolence's hand closed around it.

Reality returned.

 

Bacon knelt in the rubble that had once been a world. Rain trickled in through a crack in the ceiling. Evidently, Malevolence's bomb had been strong enough to damage the vault after all.

And the page was gone.

Bacon closed his eyes. Everyone... I'm sorry.

 

Well this is fine 

We need a gosh darn protagonist, but none of my characters are relevant enough. Also I would suck at writing a main protagonist 

Someone cool should make a bid for Protagonist. 

Edited February 11 by edgyswordname

[Through the Living Heir he/him]

14 hours ago, Keke said:

evaiya groaned and stood up. She looked around. "what happened??"

kyler took a few breaths and cyrus sighed. "Okay, clearly this isn't going to work how I want it to." A cage dropped down, fully encased in nullite. 

evaiya flinched as two robots wrapped her up. 

Rebus simply decohered, flowing through the bars of the cage as a cloud of nanomachines before rebuilding his body outside it. 
Assuming there to be gaps, that is. 

13 hours ago, Through The Living Glass said:

". . . His parents were killed in the attack. I saw it myself."

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She sighed.

"Wonderful . . ."

She frowned.

"There's no . . . faster way to get Luxite?"

 

 

 

 

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“Of course - but fighting Platypus, going on a quest, or redeeming Malevolence are all dangerous, hard, and not especially secret.” 

12 hours ago, NameIess said:

"Mhm. Well, best of luck on yer' stupid quest. Hope the two of yeh' don' run into anythin' too nasty." The shopkeeper turned around and went back into her building.

Lyric relaxed as soon as she was out of sight. "Excellent! Shall we continue on our quest?"

“Thank you very much!” Jack smiled at the shopkeeper as she left, then at Lyric. “Sure! We can use the last bit of the notebook for the various wisdom, and the front as your journal.” He wrote “shopkeeper: avoid Narrators and trouble” at the end of the book, then handed it over. 

5 hours ago, xinoehp512 said:

Bacon strained, every fiber of his being manifesting his will. For a moment, the page seemed to pull towards him.

And then Malevolence's hand closed around it.

Reality returned.

 

Bacon knelt in the rubble that had once been a world. Rain trickled in through a crack in the ceiling. Evidently, Malevolence's bomb had been strong enough to damage the vault after all.

And the page was gone.

Bacon closed his eyes. Everyone... I'm sorry.

 

Someone was laughing. A dark laugh, echoing throughout the warped space inside the vault. “Congratulations, Malevolence.” 

1 hour ago, edgyswordname said:

Well this is fine 

We need a gosh darn protagonist, but none of my characters are relevant enough. Also I would suck at writing a main protagonist 

Someone cool should make a bid for Protagonist. 

I concur - and I probably won’t even kill them this time.