The Longest Thread (Misadventures)

[KaladinsSenseOfHumourSpren He/Him]

21 minutes ago, Katalri_105 said:

105 walked away, to the door of the café. Another failed encounter… 105 thought to themself. They didn’t know where they were going, they just knew they needed to leave. Now. Something bad had happened to everyone they had asked about the Chrono Comission, so they had to find them this time, before they could cause more chaos in this peaceful world. 

This world is NOT peaceful

Viridis remained at the table, hydrogen peroxide in hand.

21 minutes ago, Katalri_105 said:

105 walked away, to the door of the café. Another failed encounter… 105 thought to themself. They didn’t know where they were going, they just knew they needed to leave. Now. Something bad had happened to everyone they had asked about the Chrono Comission, so they had to find them this time, before they could cause more chaos in this peaceful world. 

Corvus appeared beside 105.

"Hello, 105,"  Corvus said. He wore a dark green suit, spectacles and had midnight-black hair. "How much do you know about this Chrono Commission?"

Edited April 15 by KaladinsSenseOfHumourSpren

[Katalri_105 They/her]

23 minutes ago, KaladinsSenseOfHumourSpren said:

Corvus appeared beside 105.

"Hello, 105,"  Corvus said. He wore a dark green suit, spectacles and had midnight-black hair. "How much do you know about this Chrono Commission?"

105, slightly surprised by the unknown man’s sudden appearance, took a few steps back, and looked back at him. “You know about the Chrono Commission?”

[KaladinsSenseOfHumourSpren He/Him]

1 minute ago, Katalri_105 said:

105, slightly surprised by the unknown man’s sudden appearance, took a few steps back, and looked back at him. “You know about the Chrono Commission?”

"Only as much as you said to Viridis." Corvus gave a thin smile.

[Katalri_105 They/her]

3 minutes ago, KaladinsSenseOfHumourSpren said:

"Only as much as you said to Viridis." Corvus gave a thin smile.

“You know of Viridis… interesting…” 105 thought for a moment. “What is your purpose of being here?”

[KaladinsSenseOfHumourSpren He/Him]

Just now, Katalri_105 said:

“You know of Viridis… interesting…” 105 thought for a moment. “What is your purpose of being here?”

"I wish to find out about this Chrono Commission. It sounds... interesting."

[Katalri_105 They/her]

8 minutes ago, KaladinsSenseOfHumourSpren said:

"I wish to find out about this Chrono Commission. It sounds... interesting."

105 breathed in, weighing their options. Finally, they responded. “Likewise. Though I have to warn you; every person I have spoken to about the Chrono Commission has had something bad happen to them. I believed this is the Chrono Commission’s doing.” 105 paused again. “So, to find them, we just have to wait for them to do something to him.” They gestured at Viridis.

Edited April 15 by Katalri_105

[KaladinsSenseOfHumourSpren He/Him]

10 minutes ago, Katalri_105 said:

105 breathed in, weighing their options. Finally, they responded. “Likewise. Though I have to warn you; every person I have spoken to about the Chrono Commission has had something bad happen to them. I believed this is the Chrono Commission’s doing.” 105 paused again. “So, to find them, we just have to wait for them to do something to him.” They gestured at Viridis.

"Don't worry about me," Corvus said, then turned to the direction of the café. "Though I am... not entirely sure something will happen to him."

[Katalri_105 They/her]

5 minutes ago, KaladinsSenseOfHumourSpren said:

"Don't worry about me," Corvus said, then turned to the direction of the café. "Though I am... not entirely sure something will happen to him."

“Patience. It will happen eventually. When I’m not looking. Who even are you?”

[KaladinsSenseOfHumourSpren He/Him]

Just now, Katalri_105 said:

“Patience. It will happen eventually. When I’m not looking. Who even are you?”

"Corvus." He tapped his foot, gazing at the clouds.

[Katalri_105 They/her]

28 minutes ago, KaladinsSenseOfHumourSpren said:

"Corvus." He tapped his foot, gazing at the clouds.

Vague… 105 thought. “Anyways, nothing will happen now, and I have business to attend to.” 105 stepped out of the café, into the street outside. “Keep an eye on him if you want to see the Chrono Commission.” 

[KaladinsSenseOfHumourSpren He/Him]

Just now, Katalri_105 said:

Vague… 105 thought. “Anyways, nothing will happen now, and I have business to attend to.” 105 stepped out of the café, into the street outside. “Keep an eye on him if you want to see the Chrono Commission.” 

Corvus nodded, before vanishing into thin air.

[Katalri_105 They/her]

5 minutes ago, KaladinsSenseOfHumourSpren said:

Corvus nodded, before vanishing into thin air.

Well, a ‘goodbye’ would’ve been nice… 105 thought, as they walked through the street, passing vendors selling hot food in the chilly air. Eventually, 105 ended up on a rocky outcrop of the mountain the coastal town was built on, staring at the sunset.

[IAmThatOneGuy He/Him]

6 hours ago, Katalri_105 said:

Well, a ‘goodbye’ would’ve been nice… 105 thought, as they walked through the street, passing vendors selling hot food in the chilly air. Eventually, 105 ended up on a rocky outcrop of the mountain the coastal town was built on, staring at the sunset.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?”
A strange man in a blue Victorian-style suit stood behind them where no one had previously been.
“Some say if you see one sunset, you see them all.” He said, stepping to their side.
He put a hand to his chin. “I think that’s untrue. Each sunset is similar, yet always different. It is like each moment we live. Unique, never again for there to be one the same.”

He turned to 105, wearing a cunning expression. Strangely, parts of his attire turned a light violet. “That is why we must make the best of each moment.”
He turned away. "Else, it's an awfully boring story to watch."

Edited April 15 by ThatOneGuyOverThere

[Katalri_105 They/her]

9 hours ago, ThatOneGuyOverThere said:

“Beautiful, isn’t it?”
A strange man in a blue Victorian-style suit stood behind them where no one had previously been.
“Some say if you see one sunset, you see them all.” He said, stepping to their side.
He put a hand to his chin. “I think that’s untrue. Each sunset is similar, yet always different. It is like each moment we live. Unique, never again for there to be one the same.”

He turned to 105, wearing a cunning expression. Strangely, parts of his attire turned a light violet. “That is why we must make the best of each moment.”
He turned away. "Else, it's an awfully boring story to watch."

“I have to agree.” 105 pulled a small contraption that resembled a telescope out of there bag. No time to think about how another man had appeared out of thin air again when there was useful data to collect. 105 set the contraption on the outcrop, waited a minute, then looked at the reading. “As I thought.” 105 said, while putting the contraption back into their bag. “This star is getting dimmer at a faster than usual rate… quite unusual…” 

[Verdance he/him]

At the mention of the prefix chrono, 9/10mmHB#2  appears nearby 105 and Corvus. “Friendly reminder that time travel doesn’t work here, no matter how many times I’ve tried to move faster than the speed of light.”

[KaladinsSenseOfHumourSpren He/Him]

5 hours ago, Verdance said:

At the mention of the prefix chrono, 9/10mmHB#2  appears nearby 105 and Corvus. “Friendly reminder that time travel doesn’t work here, no matter how many times I’ve tried to move faster than the speed of light.”

Coruvs re-manifested. 

"I'm mostly certain this wasn't about time travel, but thank you."

@Katalri_105

[Through the Living Heir he/him]

On 4/9/2026 at 11:19 PM, KaladinsSenseOfHumourSpren said:

"What can I do?" Corvus asked.

Renamed opened his one eye.

“I’m creating a weapon that can harm the Witherlord.” Rebus gave a slightly rueful smile. “Unfortunately, the best way to get the materials requires several Narrators to give up their powers.” 

On 4/9/2026 at 11:20 PM, Kansas Stormcursed said:

Cep shuffled back, batting the sword aside and slicing down toward Rebus's lead hand. He would play this defensively for a moment, while he became accustomed to the sword.

The Narrationblade shifted, quillon morphing to catch the end of the blade. Rebus twisted it, attempting to wrench the sword out of Cep’s hand - and then lunged forwards, the sword abruptly disappearing as a dagger coalesced in his other hand. 

On 4/10/2026 at 12:20 AM, Keke said:

(To the message to xino) You got it all accurate dw

kyler groaned. "Im in the middle of space i cant just leave the ship."

-

She didnt have time to process what was happening before heat enveloped her everything was incinerate around her. She yelped at the heat clutching the medallion. When she finally could open her eyes she was laying with burns on the ground of an unknown planet. 

-

Leinard stabbed it like five times for good mesure. Then dismembered it. And nodded. "Lets burn it."

jack gaped at him. "What the storm!?!?" He shouted. "He was the bad guy!" Leinard yelled back. 

-

She smiled tears in her own eyes. "Yeah... id like that." 

“Actually…” Rebus thought for a moment. “Perhaps you could jump.” 
-

Rebus reassembled next to her, forming what remained of his shield. He didn’t have any burns, of course, but he groaned as he forced himself to sit up. “Are you alright, Rebyl?” 

-

The lab coat man seemed pretty dead. Killing him had been rather fun, which was weird, all things considered. 
-

Rebus smiled. “I’m glad to hear that.” Taking a deep breath, he summoned some of his borrowed power. He didn’t glow, or float, or even sound different - but he felt strong, becoming the fulcrum of reality he would have been if he hadn’t split his power into countless pieces. “Narration is an incredible gift and an immense responsibility. I believe you know that already, but understanding it is a different matter entirely. We’ll start simply.” Rebus was holding an apple, his classic demonstration of summoning. “Show me what you’ve already learned.” 

On 4/10/2026 at 7:10 AM, Through the Living Sherma said:

He nods. “Hhmmm. You need to talk to Afterimage.”

He looked away. “Wrath used Luxite to give him Thread Awareness.”

”But that’s what I’m worried about. itirSp is trying to get Afterimage to fight the Witherlord, and I think he wants to infect the Witherlord. For the same reason he infected you.”

 

The Scribe screamed and convulsed, pain wracking his body. It lasted for a few seconds, and then stopped. He placed a hand to his head. “What did I just say?”

“You were screaming, primarily. I suppose I did ask after metal, so if you were one of the stranger Narrators it would make perfect sense.” Rebus smiled. “As I mentioned, I’m looking for help facing the Witherlord.” 

-

Meanwhile, Rebus went looking for Afterimage. One of him not in the middle of a withergeist attack, preferably. 

[Through the Living Shadow he/him]

1 hour ago, Through the Living Heir said:

“I’m creating a weapon that can harm the Witherlord.” Rebus gave a slightly rueful smile. “Unfortunately, the best way to get the materials requires several Narrators to give up their powers.” 

The Narrationblade shifted, quillon morphing to catch the end of the blade. Rebus twisted it, attempting to wrench the sword out of Cep’s hand - and then lunged forwards, the sword abruptly disappearing as a dagger coalesced in his other hand. 

“Actually…” Rebus thought for a moment. “Perhaps you could jump.” 
-

Rebus reassembled next to her, forming what remained of his shield. He didn’t have any burns, of course, but he groaned as he forced himself to sit up. “Are you alright, Rebyl?” 

-

The lab coat man seemed pretty dead. Killing him had been rather fun, which was weird, all things considered. 
-

Rebus smiled. “I’m glad to hear that.” Taking a deep breath, he summoned some of his borrowed power. He didn’t glow, or float, or even sound different - but he felt strong, becoming the fulcrum of reality he would have been if he hadn’t split his power into countless pieces. “Narration is an incredible gift and an immense responsibility. I believe you know that already, but understanding it is a different matter entirely. We’ll start simply.” Rebus was holding an apple, his classic demonstration of summoning. “Show me what you’ve already learned.” 

“You were screaming, primarily. I suppose I did ask after metal, so if you were one of the stranger Narrators it would make perfect sense.” Rebus smiled. “As I mentioned, I’m looking for help facing the Witherlord.” 

-

Meanwhile, Rebus went looking for Afterimage. One of him not in the middle of a withergeist attack, preferably. 

“That seems… unadvisable. Aren’t us Narrators supposed to be scared of the Witherlord?”

——

He found one. “Rebus?”

[KaladinsSenseOfHumourSpren He/Him]

6 hours ago, Through the Living Heir said:

“I’m creating a weapon that can harm the Witherlord.” Rebus gave a slightly rueful smile. “Unfortunately, the best way to get the materials requires several Narrators to give up their powers.” 

Corvus' expression darkened, and he shifted slightly.

"Have any agreed to this so far?"

[Verdance he/him]

1 hour ago, KaladinsSenseOfHumourSpren said:

Corvus' expression darkened, and he shifted slightly.

"Have any agreed to this so far?"

9/10mmHB#2 shifted back and forth, bored. “You can do things other than asking questions, right?” 
——

Inkwell is irritated by the dragon’s seemingly impervious mordite scales. He is forced to take a route that doesn’t involve further feeding the bond between his soul and chaotic darkness, reluctantly, and uses Shadowlight’s other dark end, the ordered darkness, to try and erase the dragon’s scales. Swinging the pen wildly, he indeed erases the scales of the dragon’s upper leftleg, and the rest of the leg, as well, using up all his ordered darkness in the process. The dragon snarls in pain, and the former artist snarls right back.

[KaladinsSenseOfHumourSpren He/Him]

Just now, Verdance said:

9/10mmHB#2 shifted back and forth, bored. “You can do things other than asking questions, right?” 

"Nope, I cannot. At least not yet."

[Kansas Stormcursed he/him]

8 hours ago, Through the Living Heir said:

The Narrationblade shifted, quillon morphing to catch the end of the blade. Rebus twisted it, attempting to wrench the sword out of Cep’s hand - and then lunged forwards, the sword abruptly disappearing as a dagger coalesced in his other hand. 

Cep kept his grip, stepping back and to the side to dodge, then reached out and...dragged the blade of the sword lightly against one of the many Threads connecting to Rebus, one flaring orange with power. He did not press enough to sever or even damage it, just lightly traced it, curious to see what would happen.

[Keke They/he]

On 4/18/2026 at 11:10 AM, Through the Living Heir said:

Actually…” Rebus thought for a moment. “Perhaps you could jump.” 
-

Rebus reassembled next to her, forming what remained of his shield. He didn’t have any burns, of course, but he groaned as he forced himself to sit up. “Are you alright, Rebyl?” 

-

The lab coat man seemed pretty dead. Killing him had been rather fun, which was weird, all things considered. 
-

Rebus smiled. “I’m glad to hear that.” Taking a deep breath, he summoned some of his borrowed power. He didn’t glow, or float, or even sound different - but he felt strong, becoming the fulcrum of reality he would have been if he hadn’t split his power into countless pieces. “Narration is an incredible gift and an immense responsibility. I believe you know that already, but understanding it is a different matter entirely. We’ll start simply.” Rebus was holding an apple, his classic demonstration of summoning. “Show me what you’ve already learned.” 

"hUh??" He said a bit loud. "Im not jumping off in the middle of space!?" 

-

She blinked and then cried out in pain. "No! Everything hurts!" Her dress was tattered and her gloved mostly torn, underneath she had red burns that pulsed with some form of black energy, it was different then what was in the energy cores, that was blue. Her hair had also shifted to a dark brown instead of silver. 

-

Leinard chucked the corpse and limbs into an incinerator

-

salt held her hand out and focused, then the apple exploded then reformed. 

 

[Keke They/he]

@Through the Living Sherma

salt appeared next to the ghost of the scribe. She was around 5’3 (lil taller than me) and had two pony tails, one had pink on the end the other blue. She wore a leather jacket over a flannel and white undershirt. She seemed to be young to mid teens. She just kinda stared at him eyes wide. 

 @Kansas Stormcursed

lowkey where is the cep and rebus plot??

Edited April 22 by Keke

[Kansas Stormcursed he/him]

1 minute ago, Keke said:

@Through the Living Sherma

salt appeared next to the ghost of the scribe. She was around 5’3 (lil taller than me) and had two pony tails, one had pink on the end the other blue. She wore a leather jacket over a flannel and white undershirt. She seemed to be young to mid teens. She just kinda stared at him eyes wide. 

 @Kansas Stormcursed

lowkey where is the cep and rebus plot??

Moving along slowly