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"Actually, he predates me by over a million years. And while he has been trapped on one planet for almost all of that time, I have been observing events in this universe."

"Well done. I guess some Narrators might have survived, but I would definitely have died if she had exploded. So thanks for not letting that happen." Unintelligible surveyed the field filled with confused people. "So, before the whole attack happened, you said you wanted to join the quest to find a weapon?"

"Oh please. I'm far more useful than Variance when it comes to modern-day knowledge."

"I for one have no doubt in Ayia's piloting skills. I'm certain she'll get me out of this alive."

Unintelligible walked over to Rirrom. "Hey. Was that you keeping Power from blowing up?"

Feanor attacked again, Subversion recombined and used Power's excess narration to turn all the spirits he was using to attack people into characters, and was going to confront Feanor when he dragged them (himself, Platypus, and Subversion I believe) into an alternate dimension where time flows more slowly. (Thaidakar's gone until Saturday evening, so that's the explanation for why the battle with Feanor isn't continuing till then). So that leaves everyone else standing on a field that's filled with newly-made characters and the leftover damage from the battle. Okay, yeah that works. Although I imagine Feanor does have some more tricks up his sleeve.

"All around you." Indeed, those gathered around the ship could see a distorted reflection in the shape of a dome.

"Affirmative. Give me a moment to set up the screen, then cross the room." The glint of light moved off in the direction of the ship, dimming back into invisibility.

Shim became visible as a glint of light on the floor. "I don't think that me cloaking all of you is a good idea, but I can make the the ship appear to be unmoving until you're all on it. Just be prepared. The way my abilities work, I have to put up a screen that will blind you while you pass through it. Don't make any noise."

I don't think that's canonically possible. Vengeance could certainly be powering Platypus up quite a bit, but Plot's power is still splintered among all the Plotblades. While Vengeance is the most powerful, it is still only a relatively small piece of Plot's power at the end of the day. Which is still a lot, but nowhere near the full strength of Plot.

Subversion could barely spare a glance for Feanor, focused entirely on keeping her energy contained safely. Where did Power get this much narration from? did she eat Butt Venture's soul? As the ten new sets of memories arranged themselves in her singular mind, Subversion examined Power's experiences, trying to figure out what had happened. The search was fruitless, however. Power had been almost incoherent, moving solely by instinct, and all Subversion could find out was that she had indeed found some massive source of raw narration and absorbed it. Subversion shook her head. Whatever the source of the extra power, it was time to use it. Cracks of light were already appearing on her skin, and soon she'd be no better off than Power had been. She cast her eyes around the battlefield, looking for something to Narrate. She could try destroying Feanor, but that would be risky. Too much resistance and she'd lose control. Yes, it was best to do something that she was good at, something that both take a lot of narrative energy and be impossible to stop. Her mind racing, Subversion's eyes fell upon the spirits. Most of them were dead by now, but groups still fought, and even the dead ones had fragments of essence lying around. Perfect. Subversion raised a hand, and the spirits began to change. She wove her power with expertise, first subverting Feanor's control over the spirits, then repairing those that had been damaged. That done, she began to give them names. The first of the spirits Subversion named Berrin. Berrin was a somber young woman, owing mostly to her harsh upbringing. Though her family had been kind, Berrin's life after Kalithor's destruction had not. The next Subversion named Omen. Omen was a mysterious figure, half-real and half nightmare, a product of some insane experiment attempting to reach into the world of Dreams. Despite his terrifying appearance, Omen was kind at heart, and disliked the fear his presence instilled in others. The third Spirit Subversion named Orchard, so called because of the trees she bonded to her soul. The fourth spirit, Subversion named Salacar. The fifth, Laran, and the sixth... On and on it went. Spirit after spirit, name after name. Subversion unleashed the full might of her narration, not stopping until each and every spirit was fully characterized, insulated from those who would manipulate them. The field of battle was now covered in people, an empty ring around the place where Feanor and Platypus still fought. Feanor. Subversion narrowed her eyes at the villain, fighting Platypus fiercely. Whoever this mystery villain was, it was clear that they were experienced. More experienced than Subversion herself, if she was honest. Fighting had never been her strong suit. Still helping to defeat this villain was the least Subversion could do, considering what she'd put everyone through. A piece of Subversion, the piece that had been MGC, was shocked at the guilt she felt for the destruction Power had caused. The rest of her, however, had better things to think about. Subversion racked her brain, sifting through ten sets of memories for some new skill that would allow her to defeat Feanor. Nothing presented itself that would work, tired as she was from all the narrating. Perhaps she should just summon her Narrationblade and attack, regardless of her lack of skill in combat. An inexperienced ally could be all Platypus needed to tip the scales- A memory surfaced. It wasn't from any of Subversion's splinters, nor was it from before. No, this memory was older than Subversion. Far older. It came from a mind that Subversion could only dimly feel, a presence that was always with her. Subversion laughed. Then she started running towards Feanor, shouting at the dark narrator as she quickly crossed the ground separating the two of them. "Hey! You wanted to know how I was going to beat you? Well, I'll tell you my plan if you're ready to hear it!"

“Could you get some of those spirits over there?” Unintelligible pointed towards a place where a large mass of spirits had grouped together, preparing to charge the grouped characters and Narrators.

Unintelligible shook his head very slowly. "No, just almost died. I'll recover just fine."

The veil strained, but held. Barely. Power's form was completely lost to the energy within her, the whirling mass of pure narration that fought to break free of Rirrom's mirror veil. Slowly, Rirrom felt the veil begin to crack, the power slipping from his grasp. Then, suddenly, something changed. Imagination, Curiosity, Reasoning, Whimsy, Emotion, Story, Pride, Megalomaniacal god-complex, and Honor nodded to the once author in thanks, then as one were pulled by the lines into the mass of narration that was Power. Rirrom saw the lines of light converging on Power, saw them pulse with energy as the ten pieces of Subversion rejoined. Immediately, the pressure on was lightened, although it did not let up entirely. Within his mirror veil, the mass of Narration began to spin, shrinking in on itself in jerky, unpredictable movements. As it did so, the light, which had dimmed somewhat as Power had distorted, returned to its blinding level and then grew even brighter, making it impossible to see what was happening to the splinters of Subversion. An instant later, the pressure on Rirrom vanished entirely as the light coming from within the mirror veil ceased. Inside it was one figure, resting on hands and knees, an expression of absolute concentration on her face. Subversion was whole once more. Unintelligible stared at Everyone, barely able to stay on his feet. "...What were you responding to? I forgot what we were talking about."

Shim followed, vanishing into invisibility as he did so.

The power flowed into Rirrom freely, so much that his mind could barely comprehend the scale. Whoever had grabbed him continued talking, hand still on his shoulder. "You cannot contain this much power any better than she can. Your soul is not prepared to handle two narrator's worth of power, and besides that Power has been absorbing ambient narrative energy for as long as she's been separated. You must channel it. Like this." The grip on Rirrom's shoulder tightened, and the weight of the power he held lessened somewhat. Suddenly, a beautiful castle sprung up on the horizon. Despite the distance, Rirrom could see in his minds-eye the most intricate of details. It was inhabited by a court of ancients, semi-human entities who had existed since the dawn of time, sworn protectors against the Krad Nortap. "See? You must use it up safely as Power cannot. Just hold out a little longer, and we can fix this. Please, you must do this." The hand let go of Rirrom's shoulder, and he was alone. Reasoning looked around in a panic, then gasped. "There! Over next to Power! She's coming this way!" Imagination walked quickly. "Once-Author. You are the only one who can fix this. Please. You are the only one here who has the skill at narrating narrators to fix this. You must make us whole once more, and quickly, or else I fear it will be too late. Power will cause irrevocable damage to this thread, and I, Subversion, will be dead." I've got to go to bed as well. I have school tomorrow morning.

Just before he could do this, a hand grabbed Rirrom's shoulder. "No! destroy Power and her narration will explode uncontrollably, doing unspeakable damage. You must help her channel her strength, not seek to destroy the only thing keeping it contained."

This only caused the pain to intensify, the cracks to grow faster. Power still wasn't paying attention to Rirrom but her form was growing, bulging and distorting as her control over herself slipped further and further.

The instant Rirrom's hand touched Power, it was consumed by cracks of light. The cracks spread up his arm and onto his chest, destabilizing his very soul. Power did not respond in words. Instead, Feanor felt a pressure. The same pressure that Curiosity had felt, the pressure that had killed the brave adventurer. The pressure that many on TLT had felt, and few lived to fear. Feanor felt the pressure of knowing something infinitely more powerful than him wanted him dead. "Right. Let's get to work then." Unintelligible limped slowly towards the nearest spirit. The figures began to appear. First to arrive was Story, who had been watching this already. Next was Honor, who felt it best to respond promptly to the summons. After that, Pride and Megalomaniacal god-complex appeared, looking much the worse for the wear. After that, Emotion, who'd had quite the job supporting ten different versions of herself all at the same time. Around the field, beams of light shot up from where Whimsy, Curiosity, Reasoning, and Power stood. In all, nine splinters of Subversion were now present. Reasoning glanced around, counting to herself. "Where's Imagination? She should be here. She was the one who wanted to find Power in the first place."

A gash split the air in front of Rirrom. Then another appeared behind him. More followed, until he was completely surrounded by holes in what should be. The gashes began moving inward, growing quickly towards Rirrom. Unintelligible forced himself to his feet. "Power? Stormfather. It really is one thing after another." He stared at the distorting figure, and the beast feeding upon it. "I uh, don't think I have the right tools for this job." With Rirrom dealt with for the moment, Power spared a thought for the nightmare. For the first time, her twisted mouth formed a word. "Begone." The nightmare was flung away with such force it appeared to have disappeared, shockwave of its passing a thousand times more powerful than that of Power's arrival. Power stumbled suddenly, the strain of using such powerful Narration causing cracks on her skin to spread until they covered her so completely that it was impossible to make out any feature but the light that leaked from them. "I need you to bring me here. All of me. There are ten of us in total, and unless we're all here Power can't be stopped. Do you think you can do it?"

Reasoning ran up to the person. "Look, I don't know how you got here, but you're an author, right? I need your help."

Yes. Subversion, a Narrator, was split into ten pieces. Power is her power as a Narrator, but when split apart from the others, she doesn't have the strength of will to control or use it in a safe way. Power's distorted form pulled back together, revealing someone who looked mostly identical to Reasoning. She turned to face Rirrom, an expression of pure surprise and rage on her face. Without warning that face split, cracks of light returning, momentarily halted destruction beginning again. This time, however, Power did not stand still. She began walking towards Rirrom, each step leaving behind a jagged hole as she slowly approached the Narrator.

The Wall isn't being damaged. It's just everything else in TLT that's in danger if Power loses control completely.

The Wall ignored Rirrom's powers, and the crack reasserted itself a moment later. Reasoning stared at both in abject horror. "You don't understand. That's the Wall. It's what keeps us here. The only thing completely immune to Narration. She's breaking everything else. She'll destroy the thread as we know it if we don't do something. All the same... what you did helped. Please, hold her back. I think I can do something, I just need more time." As she spoke, however, the cracks on the figure began expanding faster, distorting its shape more and more as the light glowed brighter and brighter. "She's losing control! I think-I think she's angry that someone tried to kill Curiosity. You have to stop her now!"

Unintelligible looked up at Micheal, breathing heavily. "Thanks. That was... too close." The figure turned its gaze towards the beast. A crack on its face widened slightly, but otherwise it did not react. Power flowed freely from it into the beast, but the figure's glow showed no signs of dampening. Reasoning grabbed his arm. "Rirrom. You have to help me. That thing its-its Power! I-we have to stop her before she-" Reasoning broke off suddenly, staring at the gash in the thread above the figure's head. The darkness within that gash split suddenly, revealing something deeper, more real. A wall of Silence, solid darkness. "Storms, she's breaking it all the way down to the Wall. Please, those spirits are destabilizing her. If we don't do something, She might lose control completely."