The Linear Thread

[The Ward's Guard he/him]

3 minutes ago, Channelknight Fadran said:

"S'more sticks, possibly?"

"S'more sticks, that we have done that aisle there," the man pointed off to his left. "I'll be at the front counter when you're done."

[Mystic Syn she/her]

2 hours ago, The Ookla's Guard said:

"Is there anything else you wanted?" The man glanced at Q again.

Q rubbed her chin. "Probably a talk with you about getting a tent for myself," she said, raising an eyebrow.

[The Ward's Guard he/him]

6 minutes ago, Mystic Syn said:

Q rubbed her chin. "Probably a talk with you about getting a tent for myself," she said, raising an eyebrow.

"Come with me to the front 'Q.'" He turned to Ellis, "feel free to browse the aisles."

[Mystic Syn she/her]

34 minutes ago, The Ward's Guard said:

"Come with me to the front 'Q.'" He turned to Ellis, "feel free to browse the aisles."

Q nodded, making her way to the front of the store.

[xinoehp512 he/him]

On 12/18/2020 at 3:54 PM, Condensation said:

"Oh! I thought that was an accident. Sorry, house!"

A creaking noise sounded from the house (Gerald, somewhat hopefully, thought it sounded forgiving) and it moved to stomp on the rest of Dr. Who Octopus's minions. In the distance, a cry of dismay could be heard from the doctor himself as his latest scheme was foiled.

[Condensation she/her]

"Thanks for the help! And again, sorry."

[xinoehp512 he/him]

"You!" bellowed Dr. Who Octopus, landing behind Gerald. 

[Condensation she/her]

"Wait - which one of us?" Melody asked. "Me or him?"

[xinoehp512 he/him]

An infuriated Dr. Who Octopus ensnared Gerald in one of his arms. "This is you doing," he snarled. "I can smell it."

Gerald struggled. "Look, I did nothing-"

"Don't lie to me."

Gerald swallowed. "I'm sorry, it was an accident-"

[Condensation she/her]

"Leave Gerald alone! I have a sword and I... know how to use it!"

[xinoehp512 he/him]

Dr. Who Octopus continued to ignore Melody, instead opting to squeeze Gerald until he began to choke.

"An accident?" he snarled. "You expect me to believe that?"

[Condensation she/her]

Melody ran at the octopus. "I said leave him alone!"

[xinoehp512 he/him]

Dr. Who Octopus, enthralled with fury, continued not to notice Melody. Gerald was beginning to turn blue in his grasp, and he showed no sign of letting go.

[Condensation she/her]

Melody swung the hilt at Dr. Who Octopus, avoiding hitting him with the sharp end.

[xinoehp512 he/him]

The hilt banged against the shell of Dr. Who Octopus. It had no effect, so he ignored it.

[Condensation she/her]

Melody held her breath, tapping the shell with the sharp end.

[xinoehp512 he/him]

The sharp end pierced the shell with only slight difficulty.

Dr. Who Octopus made a noise of shock and immediately turned to face Melody, swinging instinctively at her with the arm containing Gerald as he moved away from the strike. 

[Condensation she/her]

Melody held up the sword, shrinking back. "Let Gerald go!" she shouted.

[xinoehp512 he/him]

"Get back!" hissed Dr. Who Octopus. "Don't bring that cursed blade anywhere near me!"

Gerald gasped, only barely able to get words out. "The... arm..." he rasped with difficulty. "Cut... it..."

[Condensation she/her]

"Oh, right!" Melody swung her sword at the tentacle holding Gerald. "Let him go!"

[xinoehp512 he/him]

With a satisfying swish, the sword passed straight through the arm. The painful sound of tearing metal and breaking wires filled the air. Dr. Who Octopus screamed, shying back in agony as the arm holding Gerald fell to the floor in a frenzy of twitching motion and flying sparks.

"NoOo0O!" he screamed in a distorted voice. "wH4t HAVe you DoNe...?"

Around, the remaining uncrushed un- minions began to jerk erratically as their controller suffered the electrical equivalent of a nervous breakdown.

[Condensation she/her]

Melody backed up. "What did I do?"

[xinoehp512 he/him]

"I have no idea," said Gerald, extricating himself from the arm. "But likely the fact that your sword is a mordite weapon has something to do with it."

[Condensation she/her]

"What's mordite? And will he be okay?"

[xinoehp512 he/him]

"A substance of pure destruction," said Gerald. "Weapons crafted of it harm any they are wielded against- weak or powerful, mortal or immortal. It's not an instant kill, though, and cutting off an arm shouldn't be a fatal strike."