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    It decided to change It's name. It was strolling across the ocean, not actually touching the water but close enough to it than when It moved Its legs in a walking manner it gave the impression that It was walking. In reality It did this by using stormlight to hover, then swimming through the air with carefully-hid arm movements. As It strolled, It decided a new Pronoun that It would use to describe Itself. It was now IOC, an acronym standing for 'It, of course,' Whenever using such a name became tiresome or grammatically incorrect, IOC decided to use the term 'it' (without uppercase or italics) as a backup term. IOC then decided to squeeze the last two letters of it's name to simply Ioc, as it was easier to write or type. Ioc smiled, then decided it should change also the voices it used to describe different viewpoints inside it's own head. In recent times, Ioc had used character names, such as 'Captain Obvious' or 'Batman', but the problem with those was that they were too restricting. Ioc had the brilliant idea to then personification-ize different parts of it's metaphorical brain. Ioc smiled. It would work on the personalities fro the different voices for it's contemplation, but for now Ioc silenced the voices. Ioc was not insane. Ioc was too intelligent to go insane. It simply didn't know what to say to others without knowing their mind first. Then, Ioc had discovered a world far away, the Earth, when it had folded into another dimension and that had twisted into a dimension off that, a place where a closely monitored boy was reported saying to a young girl that he made decisions using different personas. Ioc had adapted that immediately. Now Ioc began whistling. It knew it's real name, G. Libre, but for now it would keep this nickname. Ioc paused in it's wanderings, tilting it's head. It stood still for several moments. Then Ioc walked on.
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    Persnickety Blueberry turned into a strawberry.
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    It materialized on the summit of a mountain, overlooking a spectacular array of landscaping phenomena. It breathed heavily. It was still distraught. It had won, of course, but the immense buildup of pressure frustrated It. But now that the buildup, and the frustration with it, had diminished slightly, It laughed. The laugh was not a cruel laugh, as it had been at the battlefield, but this was a kind, joyous laugh. It was soon slapping Its knees. It understood why It underwent that sudden mood change. It wasn't just because of Its use of Investiture and the release of frustration. That was the false reason Its brain came up with. The reason was one of containment. Because of the output of adrenaline and the mind's rejection of most pains during a certain state, that state being anger, an angry being was far more dangerous than a happy one. And It was so amazingly powerful (Though It discovered early on the price that came with ridiculous power), so if that power doubled with the anger, as it had at the battlefield, It would become even more powerful. (Well, technically, this is not true. It would retain the power level it always held, but in an angered state It would be more liable to use the power at Its disposal) And since the laws of the Alleyverse didn't much like insanely powerful beings, It's vast subconscious subtly altered the hormones in Its bloodstream. (Though, technically, the bloodstreams were only there as to give an impression of a body there; It did not rely on Its body as normal men do and thus doesn't have hormones. [but It does have feelings]. This is all very important, as Its body was able and liable to evaporate into a beige mist and fly around; this activity being, obviously, exceedingly dangerous for a normal man to do) It was done laughing now, and It straightened. It sighed staring at the view. "It's amazing!" Captain Obvious said. "Yes," The Internal Answering Machine (IAM) replied. It ignored both voices, staring out at the amazing creations of Adonalsium and His Shards.
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    The second. It was the second. The second of trillions. Only the second to succeed. It was powerful. Powerful, but bound. It had done it anyway. It came into existence on a short rise that overlooked the Alleyverse. It had been gone for much time, business had called, but now It watched the rebuilding process. It was smiling. It was the second. It was unique. The others had failed. It had not. It had done it even while restrained. It nodded slowly at the work that was being done, then It disappeared once more.
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    Well, not to say I snuck into the TUBA headquarters or anything like that (nervous sweat) but the piano is an amazing instrument...
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    Nei'an laughed out loud. He then took his spot at the other giant flames and grinned at Hellbent.
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    Several lingering Cognitive Shadows watched from the Cognitive Realm. It wasn't very interesting, because the life forms were represented only by little flames.
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    A hornet bought the 0.0000000000000000000000000000000000000000001nth hat.
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    oh my gosh. Christopher Nolan is a true genius. And several random Unrelevancies.
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    Nei'an sighed. If it was him out there, he would have stopped the bombing, then continued watching The Longest Thread (Misadventures). He pitied the stupid NPC who was gonna die tho. =========== It stood, wearing Naermen's form. It smiled, wearing Naermen's face. It laughed, bearing Naermen's voice. But It was not Naermen. Naermen was mostly in the Beyond. It knew she hadn't stopped at the Cognitive Realm, like Nei'an. She was either in the Spiritual Realm or trapped inside her own body, unable to act save for the occasional defiance twitch of Its newly-found fingers. It knew the risks of staying. It would soon leave. But first, It needed to have some fun. A group of stupid NPCs was running in It's general directing. Good. It approached them, smiling like nothing was the matter. The stupid NPCs, who really should have left earlier, slowed to a stop in front of It. "Uh..." one of the NPCs said in a stupid-sounding voice, "Ya know, there'll be a bombing..." "I know," It said in a tone of fake patience. "I need to experiment on the Rithmatists' abilities. What Naermen did intrigued me," They looked confused, as they were, as mentioned, stupid NPCs. "What?" said the 'leader' of the group. "Bye," It said, then picked up a rock. The NPCs leaned forward as if to look and see what It was doing. "What are you doing?" the same one asked. "And, uh... what did you mean by 'Bye'?" "Yes," It said. "Bye-bye," It drew a small Line of Forbiddance across the surface of the stone, a small section of mostly-flat rock, then angled it so the line faced the NPCs. Then It swept the rock across their group, feeling a tug of resistance as the nearly-flat wall cut neatly through them, separating them at around the waist level. When the halves of bodies had stopped toppling to the earthen floor, It inspected Its work. Its magic was working properly, It could see. It began laughing. Then, still laughing in Naermen's voice, It disappeared in a flash of beige. ========= "Darn!" Nei'an exclaimed. "It killed that dude watching the Longest Thread! I was hoping he'd make it!"
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    Dramatic music played in the background. Namely, the soundtrack song 'The Oil,' from the movie 'Dunkirk' by Christopher Nolan. On loop. Forever.
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    Foreverlasting.
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    Nei'an looked over the other Cognitive Shadows hanging around. "Alrighty, how's everyone doing? I hope no one's wondering how I came back to life because that would mean I would have to explain something in detail, and I'm not in the mood to do that if what I'm explaining actually happened. That being said, happy, happy boom-boom, swamp swamp, swamp.
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    In an explosion of watermelon guts.
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    Then a ghanderflaffle ate it.
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    The thing about inhabiting a soul is that you need a soul to inhabit. But the mist was weakened; it could not take control of a body. It shared a body. It was terrible. It longed for the chance to act on its own. It could only inhabit one with a gemstone inside them. Nei'an and Naermen had been easy candidates. But Nei'an had died. He had died far before the process was done. So the mist had guided Naermen into a position where it could easily inhabit Naermen; being, the Nightwatcher's oasis. And the possession of Naermen's body had begun. They embarked on a journey that bonded the two, like spren and Radiant, which allowed Naermen to access its power. A step Nei'an had never taken. So when Nei'an died, his soul left, abandoning his body and the mist. The mist could not possess bodied on its own. It could only share bodies with souls. But if it could find a way to share a body with a soul so weak, it could act on its own regardless... ======= Nei'an gasped. The body fully healed, and Naermen lay, perfected, on the ground before him, unmoving. Then her hand shot up and grasped Nei'an's throat. "Hello, Nei'an," a strange voice toned. It was not Naermen's voice. "I apologize that Naermen would not be able to return. She gone, I mean to say. And I have won," Nei'an tried to wrestle free from the grasp, but the hold was too strong. "You were worthless, Nei'an," said... whoever was inside of Naermen. "I wanted your body," Nei'an didn't see it until Naermen's eyes glowed beige. "You..." he managed. "Yes. It is I, your Master, It who took you out of the Cognitive Realm..." Naermen's eyes narrowed. "And It who will send you back," The grasp tightened. "Could you..." Nei'an wheezed, "Loosen your grip?" "No," Naermen said simply. Then, a blue glow of Stormlight wreathed Nei'an's neck, and Naermen let go. The squeezing sensation didn't fall away but instead grew tighter. "I share only a fraction of Naermen's restraints, and a fraction of her gifts, and the same with you. But I am bound by no one, Goodbye, Nei'an. Tell those in the cognitive Realm that a new ruler has arisen. I am... G. Libre," And Nei'an closed his eyes, hearing his neck cave in on itself, and opened them to find the Cognitive Realm before him. He sat with the other dead souls and began conversing with them as if he had never been brought back. But he couldn't let the rising terror show on his face. He was dead, after all.
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    Such notebooks can only be made from hands.
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    The two beings, the mist, and Naermen, had molded into one. When Naermen left, she left a piece of her behind. Naermen was dead. But the mist won. Her body lay there, peaceful in the scene of war. Calm, strangely calm, much like the other faces of death around her. A figure, alone, darted forward from seemingly nowhere, crouching next to Naermen's body. The figure, stuck with dozens of spikes, began to cry. Then, he gasped as the body began to heal. And, deep in Nei'an's mind, he heard a dark voice laughing.
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    The fragment would contain all of Naermen inside, but much less powerful. It was all the mist needed. And suddenly, all of Naermen's possessions, all of the ones that were cool, promptly exploded before Tena could get them.
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    And the part of Naermen's soul was absorbed the mist. Her mind moved to the Beyond, but one aspect of her would always be missing.
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    A gigantic waffle rolled by, smiling all the while.
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    The mist kept her in. It screamed for her, called for her, trapped her in the body. She couldn't stay. She was being pulled. But the mist pulled back. She left, eventually. There was no stopping that. But after hours of struggling, as the battle continued on around the fallen body, the mist managed to keep a part of Naermen's soul. A very important part. The Soul cannot be divided, each wisp of it contains all aspects, it is not a solid figure. But one piece of Naermen was torn free. The beige was weakened. Such an effort consumed it. But the mist had won.
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