The Longest Thread (Misadventures)

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

Just now, edgyswordname said:

To be fair- he has a full Plotblade that I would say is quite powerful up against anything short of Protag, Antag, or Vengeance as well as any other abilities I’m not aware of, whilst Fog has a splinter of Antag, some various fundamental power, and natural abilities only. So I think it would be a 50/50 at least

Oh which one?

[CoderDrag0n8 He/Him]

6 minutes ago, edgyswordname said:

9/10mmHB#2 suppresses a laugh. “Like what? This is the Witherlord we’re talking about.”

God Slayer laughs. "I already killed him. I can wistand any odds. No matter how impossible."

5 minutes ago, Through The Living Glass said:

mmmm nah

what is that word

what

Warily?

SHUSH I CAN SPELL

1 minute ago, edgyswordname said:

To be fair- he has a full Plotblade that I would say is quite powerful up against anything short of Protag, Antag, or Vengeance as well as any other abilities I’m not aware of, whilst Fog has a splinter of Antag, some various fundamental power, and natural abilities only. So I think it would be a 50/50 at least

Also his plotblade is specifically geared towards the ability to destroy things more powerful than him.

[Verdance he/him]

Just now, CoderDrag0n8 said:

God Slayer laughs. "I already killed him. I can wistand any odds. No matter how impossible."

SHUSH I CAN SPELL

Also his plotblade is specifically geared towards the ability to destroy things more powerful than him.

9/10 scans the Thread, then references CoderDrag0n8’s profile. “Nope. You haven’t been around long enough for that. Cool bluff though.” He surreptitiously yoinks Inconsistency from his neck and transforms it into a dagger in case he provokes God Slayer too badly.

[CoderDrag0n8 He/Him]

Just now, edgyswordname said:

9/10 scans the Thread, then references CoderDrag0n8’s profile. “Nope. You haven’t been around long enough for that. Cool bluff though.” He surreptitiously yoinks Inconsistency from his neck and transforms it into a dagger in case he provokes God Slayer too badly.

God Slayer laughs once again. "You though I was being literal? No, I have the remains of an entire species dedicated to killing him. All of their might and power, made to steal his, lies within me."

[Verdance he/him]

Just now, CoderDrag0n8 said:

God Slayer laughs once again. "You though I was being literal? No, I have the remains of an entire species dedicated to killing him. All of their might and power, made to steal his, lies within me."

9/10 gestures to the Plotblade, then to the sky. “Ya, but- Antagonist. The only thing that beats Antagonist is Protagonist, within reason.” 

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

6 minutes ago, CoderDrag0n8 said:

God Slayer laughs. "I already killed him. I can wistand any odds. No matter how impossible."

SHUSH I CAN SPELL

Also his plotblade is specifically geared towards the ability to destroy things more powerful than him.

hehehehehe >:3x

[Through the Living Heir he/him]

19 hours ago, NameIess said:

"Oh."

Subversion and Rebus stood on a hill overlooking the edge of Onyx's realm. That edge was near a mile distant, as Subversion was taking no chance with losing her Narration.

"Travel through there until you find a place full of sand. Then go to sleep. Don't use Narration, and watch out for the destroyer. He wields a piece of Unity last I checked, and may attempt to incorporate you into his hivemind."

Subversion gave Onyx's realm a long look full of reminiscence.

"Good luck." She whispered, and was gone.

"Very well, we shall... help him." Murmured Lyric. His recent memories rushed back, and his breathing quickened. 

"Darkness." He muttered. "Darkness beset this place."

Humming a tune of clarity, he sat up slowly, head pounding all the harder. Mostly, he wanted to run away and hide. But the man looked desperate...

And that other one, the priest. Might he hold some secret wisdom for Jack to know?

Lyric remembered hazily what the man had asked. 

"You seek your son?" He queried.

@TwinStorm

Rebus nodded, smiling. “Thank you.” Sequence could see a figure in a white longcoat appear just outside the border - it was Rebus, of course, saving himself some walking in light of the much longer trek within Onyx’s Realm. As he passed through into Onyx’s Realm, the copy of him by Subversion turned back to her. “Is there anything you desire in return?” 

Would you or Xino be responsible for the obstacles along the way? 
-
Continued at the bottom of the post. 

19 hours ago, KaladinsSenseOfHumourSpren said:

"I..." Renamed drafted yellow. "Sure. How do I do this?"

Rebus thought for a moment. “It depends upon whether they’re willing to help. Other than myself, Fog, Atlas, Cep, and Hiro, if you can simply start a conversation with a Narrator it will bring us closer to what is needed.” 

19 hours ago, Through The Living Glass said:

Fog shrieked and vanished once again until the violent reaction subsided.

The whole of the area filled with a dark, choking smoke. It filled the space within their shield as well.

Rebus didn’t need to breathe - and neither did Atlas, though the latter hadn’t realized it. Taking advantage of Fog’s relative absence, Rebus tried to teleport himself and Atlas away from the arena. 

11 hours ago, Kansas Stormcursed said:

"I would very much like to be present, yes." He pats the shifting sword at his side. "This should be able to protect us should we absolutely need it."

Rebus nodded. “Very well, then.” He teleported to one of his labs, expecting Asharak to follow. It was already set up for the experiment, instruments and tools mounted on moving arms. Rebus placed the medallion on a pedestal in the midst of the devices, clamping it down securely. 

10 hours ago, Keke said:

Cyrus raised his eyebrow but was interupted by Kyler, Dax and rebus walking inside. 

His whole demeanor changed when he saw Dax, first shock, guilt, then anger then a calm calculating smile. “Daxtor Wilson. Nice to see you again.”

Dax nodded. “Cyrus vieyk, i would say the same except I dont want to see you. But regardless we need your help.” 

-

she didnt let go and frowned. “I dont like this. How did you get it? Does it hurt?” She stood up and poked it a bit to see his reaction. “Is it supposed to spread?” 

-

gang how do i fight this guy

-

Kyler looked at the pen, then at rebus and tucked it into his jacket. 

-

She stood up in the sheild. “‘Ebus, teach me to fight.” 

The imprisoned copy of Rebus looked up, seeming mildly surprised. The newly arriving one simply winked, taking advantage of his familiarity with himself. 
Rebus watched Cyrus and Dax, smiling a bit condescendingly at the former.

-

It should have hurt, though Rebus didn’t feel any pain. “I touched a magical weapon - it had stayed finite until now, but of course magic is often unpredictable.” Luckily, the spread was starting to slow, though by this point it spiraled almost to the elbow.
-

Honestly no idea. Most of Dax’s tricks are hard-countered by wither magic, and Rebus knows full well that he metafictionally outclasses random robots, no matter how advanced. 
That being said, endlessly distracting him as he tries to escape is a lot more achievable than killing him, and nearly as useful. While he’ll be able to do it eventually, at the moment he cannot teleport or bilocate. 

Wither-Rebus tore a hole in the ceiling - or reality, if that was easier - and slithered through it, trying to reach the area the various traps had been stored in. 

-

Rebus said nothing more, simply following Kyler to Cyrus. 

-

“Very well,” Rebus smiled, and his words seemed to resonate. “Normally, I’d start with form - but this is a battle, and you’re a Narrator. When Fog appears again, try to distract her with some more sword swings - and be careful of teleportation and magic.” 

10 hours ago, edgyswordname said:

Pen. Black and white. Does fancy things. 
waaaaaiittt-

——

Iromem, who the unholy demon known as autocorrect keeps storming mistaking as Iron Man, is very disconcerted and still in quite a bit of mental pain if not physical, approaches the survivors. “Thank Plot, someone’s survived. What happened?” He is unaware of the Witherlord’s rise and has only heard of withergeists in the epic poetry of the ancients. All he knows is his entire world has been destroyed in a heartbeat, and something has rescued him, but even that is hazy. Slipping from his grasp. @TwinStorm@NameIess

Pretty much everything Rebus makes looks like it came out of Portal or Tron - and since mysteriously glowing writing implements are suspicious, it just gets the greyscale. 

-

@TwinStorm, just so you know I’m paying attention. 

Jack was rather stunned, unsure what to say - this talk of dark spirits seemed ominous, as did the mysterious coin on the ground. He picked it up, intending to return it to the man. 

[Verdance he/him]

6 minutes ago, DragonHeir said:

Rebus nodded, smiling. “Thank you.” Sequence could see a figure in a white longcoat appear just outside the border - it was Rebus, of course, saving himself some walking in light of the much longer trek within Onyx’s Realm. As he passed through into Onyx’s Realm, the copy of him by Subversion turned back to her. “Is there anything you desire in return?” 

Would you or Xino be responsible for the obstacles along the way? 
-
Continued at the bottom of the post. 

Rebus thought for a moment. “It depends upon whether they’re willing to help. Other than myself, Fog, Atlas, Cep, and Hiro, if you can simply start a conversation with a Narrator it will bring us closer to what is needed.” 

Rebus didn’t need to breathe - and neither did Atlas, though the latter hadn’t realized it. Taking advantage of Fog’s relative absence, Rebus tried to teleport himself and Atlas away from the arena. 

Rebus nodded. “Very well, then.” He teleported to one of his labs, expecting Asharak to follow. It was already set up for the experiment, instruments and tools mounted on moving arms. Rebus placed the medallion on a pedestal in the midst of the devices, clamping it down securely. 

The imprisoned copy of Rebus looked up, seeming mildly surprised. The newly arriving one simply winked, taking advantage of his familiarity with himself. 
Rebus watched Cyrus and Dax, smiling a bit condescendingly at the former.

-

It should have hurt, though Rebus didn’t feel any pain. “I touched a magical weapon - it had stayed finite until now, but of course magic is often unpredictable.” Luckily, the spread was starting to slow, though by this point it spiraled almost to the elbow.
-

Honestly no idea. Most of Dax’s tricks are hard-countered by wither magic, and Rebus knows full well that he metafictionally outclasses random robots, no matter how advanced. 
That being said, endlessly distracting him as he tries to escape is a lot more achievable than killing him, and nearly as useful. While he’ll be able to do it eventually, at the moment he cannot teleport or bilocate. 

Wither-Rebus tore a hole in the ceiling - or reality, if that was easier - and slithered through it, trying to reach the area the various traps had been stored in. 

-

Rebus said nothing more, simply following Kyler to Cyrus. 

-

“Very well,” Rebus smiled, and his words seemed to resonate. “Normally, I’d start with form - but this is a battle, and you’re a Narrator. When Fog appears again, try to distract her with some more sword swings - and be careful of teleportation and magic.” 

Pretty much everything Rebus makes looks like it came out of Portal or Tron - and since mysteriously glowing writing implements are suspicious, it just gets the greyscale. 

-

@TwinStorm, just so you know I’m paying attention. 

Jack was rather stunned, unsure what to say - this talk of dark spirits seemed ominous, as did the mysterious coin on the ground. He picked it up, intending to return it to the man. 

Immediately, Jack experiences a strong sense of confusion, becomes disoriented, and forgets where he is or who he is talking to (unless he has some sort of mental protection)
Meanwhile, Iromem collapses on the floor. This is not just some tragedy. His entire life, everyone he knows, everything he cares about have been ripped up and destroyed.

and meanwhile, imma quickly rename Death Omen to Premonition because that’s way cooler and I forgot the word originally.

Edited February 25 by edgyswordname

[Kansas Stormcursed he/him]

3 minutes ago, DragonHeir said:

Rebus nodded. “Very well, then.” He teleported to one of his labs, expecting Asharak to follow. It was already set up for the experiment, instruments and tools mounted on moving arms. Rebus placed the medallion on a pedestal in the midst of the devices, clamping it down securely. 

Asharak latched onto Rebus's movement, tagging along. He spared a quick scan of the room before focusing his attention on the pedestal, holding tightly to the hilt of his blade, ready to draw it.

[TwinStorm He/Him]

16 minutes ago, DragonHeir said:

Rebus nodded, smiling. “Thank you.” Sequence could see a figure in a white longcoat appear just outside the border - it was Rebus, of course, saving himself some walking in light of the much longer trek within Onyx’s Realm. As he passed through into Onyx’s Realm, the copy of him by Subversion turned back to her. “Is there anything you desire in return?” 

Would you or Xino be responsible for the obstacles along the way? 
-
Continued at the bottom of the post. 

Rebus thought for a moment. “It depends upon whether they’re willing to help. Other than myself, Fog, Atlas, Cep, and Hiro, if you can simply start a conversation with a Narrator it will bring us closer to what is needed.” 

Rebus didn’t need to breathe - and neither did Atlas, though the latter hadn’t realized it. Taking advantage of Fog’s relative absence, Rebus tried to teleport himself and Atlas away from the arena. 

Rebus nodded. “Very well, then.” He teleported to one of his labs, expecting Asharak to follow. It was already set up for the experiment, instruments and tools mounted on moving arms. Rebus placed the medallion on a pedestal in the midst of the devices, clamping it down securely. 

The imprisoned copy of Rebus looked up, seeming mildly surprised. The newly arriving one simply winked, taking advantage of his familiarity with himself. 
Rebus watched Cyrus and Dax, smiling a bit condescendingly at the former.

-

It should have hurt, though Rebus didn’t feel any pain. “I touched a magical weapon - it had stayed finite until now, but of course magic is often unpredictable.” Luckily, the spread was starting to slow, though by this point it spiraled almost to the elbow.
-

Honestly no idea. Most of Dax’s tricks are hard-countered by wither magic, and Rebus knows full well that he metafictionally outclasses random robots, no matter how advanced. 
That being said, endlessly distracting him as he tries to escape is a lot more achievable than killing him, and nearly as useful. While he’ll be able to do it eventually, at the moment he cannot teleport or bilocate. 

Wither-Rebus tore a hole in the ceiling - or reality, if that was easier - and slithered through it, trying to reach the area the various traps had been stored in. 

-

Rebus said nothing more, simply following Kyler to Cyrus. 

-

“Very well,” Rebus smiled, and his words seemed to resonate. “Normally, I’d start with form - but this is a battle, and you’re a Narrator. When Fog appears again, try to distract her with some more sword swings - and be careful of teleportation and magic.” 

Pretty much everything Rebus makes looks like it came out of Portal or Tron - and since mysteriously glowing writing implements are suspicious, it just gets the greyscale. 

-

@TwinStorm, just so you know I’m paying attention. 

Jack was rather stunned, unsure what to say - this talk of dark spirits seemed ominous, as did the mysterious coin on the ground. He picked it up, intending to return it to the man. 

The man hesitated. "Not my coin." he took off his hat. "I may not be much of a fighter, I am honest. Sirs . . ." he looked at the rest of them. "You've come here for a reason. You appeared out of the sky. My mother always believed Plot would intercede for us and . . . help me, please."

[Unintelligenius he/him]

3 hours ago, Through The Living Glass said:

The wind giggled.

"What are you doing, silly?"

"Ummm..... Nothing...." Bob says as innocently as he possibly can. "Just uhh experimenting," he says as he once again holds out the plastic container.

[Keke They/he]

6 hours ago, Shatter said:

"That sounds great," Ryna said. She trailed off into silence, not knowing what to say.

check out the dragonheir area for the reply to this. 

3 hours ago, Through The Living Glass said:

The wind giggled.

"What are you doing, silly?"

ohhhh alr :3

What would that do then to Fog?  or is it just another Blade?

Funny silly.

So it reads intent, no matter who you are or what you do, so long as its good intent your safe. Bad intent or bad actions and your hit by the blade, no matter who you are or how strong you are, apathetic or incapable of emotion, you will feel the emotional pain you have caused anyone else by your actions. Like even if you never met the person you still feel the pain of the victims relatives or friends. Say someone kills Ben without knowing atlas, they will still feel atlas pain in full force, plus anyone else who Ben cared about. 

2 hours ago, Kansas Stormcursed said:

You didn't read the blog post, did you

Violet I associate with mischief and/or less straight and narrow things

Aeryn grins, and—flash—she's standing nose to nose with Erryin. "Well, sister? What's it gonna be."

Yes

they growl. "first of all, I am not your godamned sibling, second of all im not a girl!" They shout and shove her back. 

1 hour ago, DragonHeir said:

 

Rebus didn’t need to breathe - and neither did Atlas, though the latter hadn’t realized it. Taking advantage of Fog’s relative absence, Rebus tried to teleport himself and Atlas away from the arena. 

 

The imprisoned copy of Rebus looked up, seeming mildly surprised. The newly arriving one simply winked, taking advantage of his familiarity with himself. 
Rebus watched Cyrus and Dax, smiling a bit condescendingly at the former.

-

It should have hurt, though Rebus didn’t feel any pain. “I touched a magical weapon - it had stayed finite until now, but of course magic is often unpredictable.” Luckily, the spread was starting to slow, though by this point it spiraled almost to the elbow.
-

Honestly no idea. Most of Dax’s tricks are hard-countered by wither magic, and Rebus knows full well that he metafictionally outclasses random robots, no matter how advanced. 
That being said, endlessly distracting him as he tries to escape is a lot more achievable than killing him, and nearly as useful. While he’ll be able to do it eventually, at the moment he cannot teleport or bilocate. 

Wither-Rebus tore a hole in the ceiling - or reality, if that was easier - and slithered through it, trying to reach the area the various traps had been stored in. 

-

Rebus said nothing more, simply following Kyler to Cyrus. 

-

“Very well,” Rebus smiled, and his words seemed to resonate. “Normally, I’d start with form - but this is a battle, and you’re a Narrator. When Fog appears again, try to distract her with some more sword swings - and be careful of teleportation and magic.” 

Pretty much everything Rebus makes looks like it came out of Portal or Tron - and since mysteriously glowing writing implements are suspicious, it just gets the greyscale. 

-

@TwinStorm, just so you know I’m paying attention. 

Jack was rather stunned, unsure what to say - this talk of dark spirits seemed ominous, as did the mysterious coin on the ground. He picked it up, intending to return it to the man. 

atlas followed him and tightened her grip on the blade. 

-

Cyrus tightened his fist. "Damn Narrators. what do you want wilson."

Dax sighed. "Its best if dr clarke explains it."

-

She hummed. "I have something thar might help, or at least stop the spread. I dont trust it or whatever happens if it reaches your heart." 

She turned back to the computer and hit some buttons till the ship lurched and took off. @Shatter

-

The robots threw three grenades at him. 

[NameIess]

3 hours ago, edgyswordname said:

Woah bro is super super excited 

I think it’s more figurative, like the Dragon Reborn from Wheel of Time

but I’m fully expecting Fog to morph into a dragon at some point cause that would be awesome 

 

3 hours ago, Through The Living Glass said:

yeah :3

Dragon is just a shard of Antagonist as far as I'm aware btw ://

It's actually a reference to this trope.

But I expect Fog is capable of morphing into a dragon if she so wishes.

1 hour ago, TwinStorm said:

The man hesitated. "Not my coin." he took off his hat. "I may not be much of a fighter, I am honest. Sirs . . ." he looked at the rest of them. "You've come here for a reason. You appeared out of the sky. My mother always believed Plot would intercede for us and . . . help me, please."

"I could search for him." Lyric reluctantly volunteered. He wondered if the man was seeing things, seeing as they'd simply walked up to the ruined temple. "If he survived, I can find him. If he perished... I hope he is merely dead."

1 hour ago, edgyswordname said:

Immediately, Jack experiences a strong sense of confusion, becomes disoriented, and forgets where he is or who he is talking to (unless he has some sort of mental protection)
Meanwhile, Iromem collapses on the floor. This is not just some tragedy. His entire life, everyone he knows, everything he cares about have been ripped up and destroyed.

Lyric looked at Jack curiously. "Friend Jack? Are you alright?"

1 hour ago, DragonHeir said:

Rebus nodded, smiling. “Thank you.” Sequence could see a figure in a white longcoat appear just outside the border - it was Rebus, of course, saving himself some walking in light of the much longer trek within Onyx’s Realm. As he passed through into Onyx’s Realm, the copy of him by Subversion turned back to her. “Is there anything you desire in return?” 

Subversion shot Rebus a sideways glance."...While you're there, would you mind asking Onyx if Nogard is around?" She pointedly turned away to hide her expression from Rebus. "I need to... speak with him."

2 hours ago, CoderDrag0n8 said:

God Slayer laughs once again. "You though I was being literal? No, I have the remains of an entire species dedicated to killing him. All of their might and power, made to steal his, lies within me."

The Witherlord appeared behind God Slayer in all his glory. In his hands he held Malevolence, a dark blade that seemed to suck in the light. Shadows deepened around him, and the stars above winked out.

"Hello there. I understand you think you can defeat me?"

1 hour ago, DragonHeir said:

Would you or Xino be responsible for the obstacles along the way? 

Xino would be, since it's his character's domain.

[Kansas Stormcursed he/him]

Just now, Keke said:

they growl. "first of all, I am not your godamned sibling, second of all im not a girl!" They shout and shove her back. 

As they go to shove her back, she's already gone, jaggedly flashing backward. Her motions are almost staccato, only quick blurs showing the path her movement has made. Her head cocks to the side, and she stares at Erryin unblinkingly. "Sister, brother, sibling...none of it matters." Singsong, she says, "sister, brother, lying on their beds.

Mother, father, watching who they love

Brother, sister, blankets of red

Father, mother, see them as they run."

She grins. "He loves you." She points at Cep. "You are sibling."

[Keke They/he]

Just now, Kansas Stormcursed said:

As they go to shove her back, she's already gone, jaggedly flashing backward. Her motions are almost staccato, only quick blurs showing the path her movement has made. Her head cocks to the side, and she stares at Erryin unblinkingly. "Sister, brother, sibling...none of it matters." Singsong, she says, "sister, brother, lying on their beds.

Mother, father, watching who they love

Brother, sister, blankets of red

Father, mother, see them as they run."

She grins. "He loves you." She points at Cep. "You are sibling."

Bro got sibling zoned

"What in hell is your problem." They swipe at her again.

[TwinStorm He/Him]

3 minutes ago, NameIess said:

 

It's actually a reference to this trope.

But I expect Fog is capable of morphing into a dragon if she so wishes.

"I could search for him." Lyric reluctantly volunteered. He wondered if the man was seeing things, seeing as they'd simply walked up to the ruined temple. "If he survived, I can find him. If he perished... I hope he is merely dead."

Lyric looked at Jack curiously. "Friend Jack? Are you alright?"

Subversion shot Rebus a sideways glance."...While you're there, would you mind asking Onyx if Nogard is around?" She pointedly turned away to hide her expression from Rebus. "I need to... speak with him."

The Witherlord appeared behind God Slayer in all his glory. In his hands he held Malevolence, a dark blade that seemed to suck in the light. Shadows deepened around him, and the stars above winked out.

"Hello there. I understand you think you can defeat me?"

Xino would be, since it's his character's domain.

The man glanced at him, hope filling his eyes. "You . . . you can help? If you could . . ."

2 hours ago, edgyswordname said:

Immediately, Jack experiences a strong sense of confusion, becomes disoriented, and forgets where he is or who he is talking to (unless he has some sort of mental protection)
Meanwhile, Iromem collapses on the floor. This is not just some tragedy. His entire life, everyone he knows, everything he cares about have been ripped up and destroyed.

and meanwhile, imma quickly rename Death Omen to Premonition because that’s way cooler and I forgot the word originally.

The man stumbled backwards, mildly terrified.

[Kansas Stormcursed he/him]

7 minutes ago, Keke said:

Bro got sibling zoned

"What in hell is your problem." They swipe at her again.

She's again a foot away, just out of reach without really seeming to have moved. "Hehe. That's a good question." Suddenly she's right in Erryin's face, and the cracks flashing through the Mindscape can be seen mirrored in her violet eyes. "I can't escape her," she hisses, looking panicked. "She has-"

She twitches, and the manic grin returns. "Tell me, she says, slowly strolling around Erryin, "what do you want my brother for?"

[Verdance he/him]

19 minutes ago, TwinStorm said:

The man glanced at him, hope filling his eyes. "You . . . you can help? If you could . . ."

The man stumbled backwards, mildly terrified.

Iromem realizes what’s happening. “Unending Names of Plot,” he says. “Leave it on the ground. It’s a blessing. From Plot himself.”

[Through the Living Heir he/him]

A man walked through a forest, Dramatic Irony sheathed at his side. He whistled as he walked, completely unaware of the horrible tree monster following him in the canopy. 

1 hour ago, edgyswordname said:

Immediately, Jack experiences a strong sense of confusion, becomes disoriented, and forgets where he is or who he is talking to (unless he has some sort of mental protection)
Meanwhile, Iromem collapses on the floor. This is not just some tragedy. His entire life, everyone he knows, everything he cares about have been ripped up and destroyed.

and meanwhile, imma quickly rename Death Omen to Premonition because that’s way cooler and I forgot the word originally.

Jack's memory is physically encoded in clockwork. He does register as a person to magic, unlike his brethren, so it could go either way. 

Jack was distressed - far too many people were collapsing to the floor today. 

Premonition is indeed a very good word. 

1 hour ago, Kansas Stormcursed said:

Asharak latched onto Rebus's movement, tagging along. He spared a quick scan of the room before focusing his attention on the pedestal, holding tightly to the hilt of his blade, ready to draw it.

Rebus held up a finger, and a mote of light blossomed into existence, crystallizing into a tiny piece of Prismite. A robot arm with tweezers plucked it from his fingertip; Rebus stepped back, and a transparent wall of nanomachines locked together between them and the experiment. The robot arm touched the Prismite to the medallion and...

 

Nothing happened. There was no change - the crystal simply lay on the medallion point, sparkling with light. 

6 minutes ago, Keke said:

atlas followed him and tightened her grip on the blade. 

-

Cyrus tightened his fist. "Damn Narrators. what do you want wilson."

Dax sighed. "Its best if dr clarke explains it."

-

She hummed. "I have something thar might help, or at least stop the spread. I dont trust it or whatever happens if it reaches your heart." 

She turned back to the computer and hit some buttons till the ship lurched and took off. @Shatter

-

The robots threw three grenades at him. 

Slowing down time so events worked correctly, Rebus summoned his Narrationblade. His grip wasn't loose by any means, but it was wasn't nearly as tight as Atlas's. "Plotblades are magic - you don't need to worry about dropping them, and they'll cut through almost anything. Yours especially only needs to make contact, so the way you hold it should prioritize speed over force. Like this." He flicked his wrist, and the sword cut swiftly through the air.

-

Rebus smiled, beginning his explaining. "I assume you're familiar with the Essences: Chaotic Light, Ordered Light, Ordered Dark, and Chaotic Dark. While Narrators and Ennullers - the beings affiliated with Chaotic Light and Ordered Dark - are quite powerful, most Withergeists are frankly pathetic. Part of that is due to their numbers, but the true reason for their lack of power is that it's all concentrated in a single entity." Rebus projected a hologram of what he had seen - what had once been Malevolence, surrounded by a thousand blades of darkness. "The Witherlord." 

-

Rebus nodded. "Thank you." 

-

Wither-amoeba-Rebus's eyes widened. Mordite carapace erupted from his skin as the grenades went off - the force of the explosions cracked it, sending bits of metal, nanotech, and flesh to the floor. "Ow." he said, sounding perfectly human as his face knit back together.

Just now, NameIess said:

"I could search for him." Lyric reluctantly volunteered. He wondered if the man was seeing things, seeing as they'd simply walked up to the ruined temple. "If he survived, I can find him. If he perished... I hope he is merely dead."

Lyric looked at Jack curiously. "Friend Jack? Are you alright?"

Subversion shot Rebus a sideways glance."...While you're there, would you mind asking Onyx if Nogard is around?" She pointedly turned away to hide her expression from Rebus. "I need to... speak with him."

The Witherlord appeared behind God Slayer in all his glory. In his hands he held Malevolence, a dark blade that seemed to suck in the light. Shadows deepened around him, and the stars above winked out.

"Hello there. I understand you think you can defeat me?"

Jack shivered. He didn't know what that meant, but it sounded very ominous. "Maybe?" he said, sounding a little distant. 

-

Rebus nodded. "I shall." Then he disappeared, and in the distance took his second step through Onyx's Realm. 

-

Off in the distance, a young man watched the fight with binoculars, occasionally munching from a bucket of popcorn. "By the way, I found Fog. Still don't know who she is, though."

[Aeoryi she/her]

2 minutes ago, DragonHeir said:

A man walked through a forest, Dramatic Irony sheathed at his side. He whistled as he walked, completely unaware of the horrible tree monster following him in the canopy. 

Nor was he aware of the Guardian of the Plot who stalked him from above, perhaps one of the most dangerous ones of them all.

[Kansas Stormcursed he/him]

2 minutes ago, DragonHeir said:

Rebus held up a finger, and a mote of light blossomed into existence, crystallizing into a tiny piece of Prismite. A robot arm with tweezers plucked it from his fingertip; Rebus stepped back, and a transparent wall of nanomachines locked together between them and the experiment. The robot arm touched the Prismite to the medallion and...

 

Nothing happened. There was no change - the crystal simply lay on the medallion point, sparkling with light. 

Asharak stayed wound up. The Blade at his side calmed slightly, its vibrations becoming less intense. "Um..."

[Verdance he/him]

1 minute ago, DragonHeir said:

A man walked through a forest, Dramatic Irony sheathed at his side. He whistled as he walked, completely unaware of the horrible tree monster following him in the canopy. 

Jack's memory is physically encoded in clockwork. He does register as a person to magic, unlike his brethren, so it could go either way. 

Jack was distressed - far too many people were collapsing to the floor today. 

Premonition is indeed a very good word. 

Rebus held up a finger, and a mote of light blossomed into existence, crystallizing into a tiny piece of Prismite. A robot arm with tweezers plucked it from his fingertip; Rebus stepped back, and a transparent wall of nanomachines locked together between them and the experiment. The robot arm touched the Prismite to the medallion and...

 

Nothing happened. There was no change - the crystal simply lay on the medallion point, sparkling with light. 

Slowing down time so events worked correctly, Rebus summoned his Narrationblade. His grip wasn't loose by any means, but it was wasn't nearly as tight as Atlas's. "Plotblades are magic - you don't need to worry about dropping them, and they'll cut through almost anything. Yours especially only needs to make contact, so the way you hold it should prioritize speed over force. Like this." He flicked his wrist, and the sword cut swiftly through the air.

-

Rebus smiled, beginning his explaining. "I assume you're familiar with the Essences: Chaotic Light, Ordered Light, Ordered Dark, and Chaotic Dark. While Narrators and Ennullers - the beings affiliated with Chaotic Light and Ordered Dark - are quite powerful, most Withergeists are frankly pathetic. Part of that is due to their numbers, but the true reason for their lack of power is that it's all concentrated in a single entity." Rebus projected a hologram of what he had seen - what had once been Malevolence, surrounded by a thousand blades of darkness. "The Witherlord." 

-

Rebus nodded. "Thank you." 

-

Wither-amoeba-Rebus's eyes widened. Mordite carapace erupted from his skin as the grenades went off - the force of the explosions cracked it, sending bits of metal, nanotech, and flesh to the floor. "Ow." he said, sounding perfectly human as his face knit back together.

Jack shivered. He didn't know what that meant, but it sounded very ominous. "Maybe?" he said, sounding a little distant. 

-

Rebus nodded. "I shall." Then he disappeared, and in the distance took his second step through Onyx's Realm. 

-

Off in the distance, a young man watched the fight with binoculars, occasionally munching from a bucket of popcorn. "By the way, I found Fog. Still don't know who she is, though."

It’s Plot Magic. I’d say it can mess with his memory, but it’s up to you. 
9/10mmHB#2 watches as Godslayer turns to face the Witherlord, and moves a safe distance away before reaching into Inkwell’s pantry with a Roft and stealing his snacks to watch with. He is not copying Rebus. He is already here. 

[TwinStorm He/Him]

8 minutes ago, edgyswordname said:

Iromem realizes what’s happening. “Unending Names of Plot,” he says. “Leave it on the ground. It’s a blessing. From Plot himself.”

"What . . . what do you mean?"

5 minutes ago, DragonHeir said:

A man walked through a forest, Dramatic Irony sheathed at his side. He whistled as he walked, completely unaware of the horrible tree monster following him in the canopy. 

Jack's memory is physically encoded in clockwork. He does register as a person to magic, unlike his brethren, so it could go either way. 

Jack was distressed - far too many people were collapsing to the floor today. 

Premonition is indeed a very good word. 

Rebus held up a finger, and a mote of light blossomed into existence, crystallizing into a tiny piece of Prismite. A robot arm with tweezers plucked it from his fingertip; Rebus stepped back, and a transparent wall of nanomachines locked together between them and the experiment. The robot arm touched the Prismite to the medallion and...

 

Nothing happened. There was no change - the crystal simply lay on the medallion point, sparkling with light. 

Slowing down time so events worked correctly, Rebus summoned his Narrationblade. His grip wasn't loose by any means, but it was wasn't nearly as tight as Atlas's. "Plotblades are magic - you don't need to worry about dropping them, and they'll cut through almost anything. Yours especially only needs to make contact, so the way you hold it should prioritize speed over force. Like this." He flicked his wrist, and the sword cut swiftly through the air.

-

Rebus smiled, beginning his explaining. "I assume you're familiar with the Essences: Chaotic Light, Ordered Light, Ordered Dark, and Chaotic Dark. While Narrators and Ennullers - the beings affiliated with Chaotic Light and Ordered Dark - are quite powerful, most Withergeists are frankly pathetic. Part of that is due to their numbers, but the true reason for their lack of power is that it's all concentrated in a single entity." Rebus projected a hologram of what he had seen - what had once been Malevolence, surrounded by a thousand blades of darkness. "The Witherlord." 

-

Rebus nodded. "Thank you." 

-

Wither-amoeba-Rebus's eyes widened. Mordite carapace erupted from his skin as the grenades went off - the force of the explosions cracked it, sending bits of metal, nanotech, and flesh to the floor. "Ow." he said, sounding perfectly human as his face knit back together.

Jack shivered. He didn't know what that meant, but it sounded very ominous. "Maybe?" he said, sounding a little distant. 

-

Rebus nodded. "I shall." Then he disappeared, and in the distance took his second step through Onyx's Realm. 

-

Off in the distance, a young man watched the fight with binoculars, occasionally munching from a bucket of popcorn. "By the way, I found Fog. Still don't know who she is, though."

Another figure followed him, stalking the tree monster. A lumberjack, evidently.

--

The man looked up to Jack pleadingly. He seemed to be calmer than the rest.

[Verdance he/him]

2 minutes ago, TwinStorm said:

"What . . . what do you mean?"

Another figure followed him, stalking the tree monster. A lumberjack, evidently.

--

The man looked up to Jack pleadingly. He seemed to be calmer than the rest.

“Just leave it!”, Iromem says. “It’s interfering with your mind.”

[TwinStorm He/Him]

Just now, edgyswordname said:

“Just leave it!”, Iromem says. “It’s interfering with your mind.”

The man was becoming very confused. "Listen, sir . . .  I'm not sure I understand . . . my son's missing . . ."