The Longest Thread (Misadventures)

[Truthless of Shinovar he/him]

Narrator Truthless grinned with delight

[xinoehp512 he/him]

Narrator Pheonix sighed again.

A fiery crack appeared in the air. Xino stepped through, grinning. "I heard there was a battle going on."

[Zephrun’s Imperium they/he]

Yes, Star thought to Xino. It's a duel and there's no outside help allowed.

[Gancho Libre he/him]

Narrator Ganvcho thought really hard, then came up with a loophole. "What if I don't help?" he said smugly. "I'll unhelp you! MUAHAHAHAHA!!!"

[Zephrun’s Imperium they/he]

Star folded her arms, waiting for Shadow. "Yeah, that's not allowed."

[Truthless of Shinovar he/him]

Unless, of course, it's a Thursday evening, but only on the 8th of July.

[Gancho Libre he/him]

Narrator Ganvcho's mouth fell open. "That wasn't stated as a rule!" he complained.

[Zephrun’s Imperium they/he]

"Yes, but I can tell you right now that neither Shadow nor I would want that. We want this to be fair."

[BringerofShadows she/her]

3 hours ago, Shard of Thought said:

That's all right. I'll be on for the next hour, then I'll be gone for an hour, and then I'm home-free. Because Art Club. I love Art Club.

Star blocked the strike with her Shardspear.

@BringerofShadows 

Shadow summoned a weapon called a double bladed sword. It looked like someone tied two daggers to each end of a stick. (Except it was a lot more sturdy) She dropped the katana summoned the double bladed sword in both hands, and rushed Star. 

[Gancho Libre he/him]

Narrator Ganvcho pouted. "Fair," he muttered. "If life were fair, Endgame would never be spoiled to anybody. But that's not how life is, hm?"

[Zephrun’s Imperium they/he]

1 minute ago, BringerofShadows said:

Shadow summoned a weapon called a double bladed sword. It looked like someone tied two daggers to each end of a stick. (Except it was a lot more sturdy) She dropped the katana summoned the double bladed sword in both hands, and rushed Star. 

"This isn't life, Gancho. This is TLT."

Shadow, do you have two swords or just one that's being held in both hands?

 

[BringerofShadows she/her]

3 minutes ago, Shard of Thought said:

"This isn't life, Gancho. This is TLT."

Shadow, do you have two swords or just one that's being held in both hands?

 

Too put it simply, I have two of these in both hands. So one per hand. 

[Gancho Libre he/him]

Ganvcho sulked in the shade provided by a conveniently placed Ju'gartharikiya.

Ju'gartharikiyas are cool beasts that use emotional allomancy to lure stupid prey into their near vicinity before going in for the kill.

[Zephrun’s Imperium they/he]

25 minutes ago, BringerofShadows said:

Too put it simply, I have two of these in both hands. So one per hand. 

Kay, that's what I thought, but then I started to doubt myself.

Star quickly wondered if mind control was allowed, before realizing that Shadow was a Narrator too and likely would be able to withstand her control. She really couldn't do this like Thought... But she could do it like AJ. 

Star summoned a gun to her hand and shot Shadow in the chest. Repeatedly.

If by chance, Shadow survived, Star put up a forcefield. And there was also the other thing. Those bullets were not quite ordinary.

Edited May 15, 2019 by Shard of Thought

[Lunamor she/her]

3 minutes ago, Gancho Libre said:

Ganvcho sulked in the shade provided by a conveniently placed Ju'gartharikiya.

Ju'gartharikiyas are cool beasts that use emotional allomancy to lure stupid prey into their near vicinity before going in for the kill.

They were kinda like more violent versions of Patji’s Fingers.

[Gancho Libre he/him]

And they looked like cold oatmeal.

[BringerofShadows she/her]

40 minutes ago, Shard of Thought said:

Kay, that's what I thought, but then I started to doubt myself.

Star quickly wondered if mind control was allowed, before realizing that Shadow was a Narrator too and likely would be able to withstand her control. She really couldn't do this like Thought... But she could do it like AJ. 

Star summoned a gun to her hand and shot Shadow in the chest. Repeatedly.

 She spun her double bladed swords, making the bullets ricochet.

[Zephrun’s Imperium they/he]

7 minutes ago, BringerofShadows said:

 She spun her double bladed swords, making the bullets ricochet.

These were special bullets though. Bullets that fused to the swords' blades. It entered them and made their steel crumble.

Star took her chance and ran toward Shadow, her shield protecting her. She also held her spear out, ready to run Shadow through. 

Edited May 15, 2019 by Shard of Thought

[Turtle373 he/him]

57 minutes ago, Gancho Libre said:

And they looked like cold oatmeal.

But they tasted like hot chocolate.

Edited May 15, 2019 by Bored Turtle

[Jaywalk he/him]

B-Sugar ate a Pop Tart.

“Welcome to the club,” Hannibal Lector said.

[Snipexe he/him]

“Pop tarts are made from people!” Snip yelled as he was dragged off to the pop tart factory

let’s see who gets the reference

Edited May 15, 2019 by Snipexe

[Rosharan A.C. he/him]

     Suddenly, as the fight continues and the narrators begin discussing very import matters such as pop tarts, duels, and bee movies, something very strange occurs. Pinpricks of light begin to pop into vision, dotting the air around them. As more begin to appear, they are slowly drawn to one spot in the air, as if they were all flowing down an invisible drain. The dots of light begin to get brighter as they coalesce into a large form near the center of the group. Soon, the narrators have no choice but shade their eyes and look away, lest they burn their eyes. Yet they cannot protect their other senses from the volley of energy. A low rumbling begins, quickly rising to a roaring crescendo. The ground heaves to and fro, pushing and pulling as if they were giant magnets. Even smell and taste are not safe, as a barrage of seemingly everything from the world and beyond forces itself into their mouths and noses. With panic rising in each one's mind, the group tries to flee, but to no avail. The very atoms in their bones refuse to work, and they have no choice but to fall to the ground and hope they will survive. Suddenly, they begin to feel the chaos around them move. Only inches at first, but it quickly moves faster, soon travelling miles in a second as it rushes back to the point where it originated. With the tumult no longer holding their bodies, the narrators timildly raise their heads, and witness as the former maelstrom compresses into the form of a man. As his features become more visible, they observe a thin, yet handsome and rugged man in his prime years, with a pair of spectacles resting on his long nose. He falls to his knees, and his head lolls on his shoulders. Then, as his eyes crack open slowely, he lifts his chin and says, "Wh...where am I? What is this place? And why does it smell like beans?" Then he fell forward, unconscious.

Ya that's me just in case you're wondering.

[Snipexe he/him]

@BringerofShadows I’m glad you enjoyed my emoji

[Turtle373 he/him]

Welcome!

Butt walked over to the new guy, and started counting to 27, once he reached 27 the new guy woke up.

[Jaywalk he/him]

4 minutes ago, Rosharan A.C. said:

     Suddenly, as the fight continues and the narrators begin discussing very import matters such as pop tarts, duels, and bee movies, something very strange occurs. Pinpricks of light begin to pop into vision, dotting the air around them. As more begin to appear, they are slowly drawn to one spot in the air, as if they were all flowing down an invisible drain. The dots of light begin to get brighter as they coalesce into a large form near the center of the group. Soon, the narrators have no choice but shade their eyes and look away, lest they burn their eyes. Yet they cannot protect their other senses from the volley of energy. A low rumbling begins, quickly rising to a roaring crescendo. The ground heaves to and fro, pushing and pulling as if they were giant magnets. Even smell and taste are not safe, as a barrage of seemingly everything from the world and beyond forces itself into their mouths and noses. With panic rising in each one's mind, the group tries to flee, but to no avail. The very atoms in their bones refuse to work, and they have no choice but to fall to the ground and hope they will survive. Suddenly, they begin to feel the chaos around them move. Only inches at first, but it quickly moves faster, soon travelling miles in a second as it rushes back to the point where it originated. With the tumult no longer holding their bodies, the narrators timildly raise their heads, and witness as the former maelstrom compresses into the form of a man. As his features become more visible, they observe a thin, yet handsome and rugged man in his prime years, with a pair of spectacles resting on his long nose. He falls to his knees, and his head lolls on his shoulders. Then, as his eyes crack open slowely, he lifts his chin and says, "Wh...where am I? What is this place? And why does it smell like beans?" Then he fell forward, unconscious.

Ya that's me just in case you're wondering.

Welcome to the party!