Thaidakar the Ghostblood

The Lord is truly wonderful. Amazing Grace pretty much sums up how I'm feeling right now. Same with Rock of Ages. I feel better than I have in a few days, which might not seem like a lot, but it is, for me. I feel not that I am perfect again in Christ, but that I am becoming perfect in Christ that I might, one day, in the eternities, attain perfection. Eventually. And, for now, striving and trying to get there is enough. Getting back up when falling is the name of the game, not being perfect on the first try, or the second, or even into the hundreds of tries (that's at least how it feels like it's been for me, if not thousands). I will become perfect, someday. And... I will have to be okay with that. I will have to be okay with the fact that I will be making mistakes and I hope that you all can come to terms with that too, because we all will fall. Don't ever mistake that, repentance isn't a punishment. Hardly. It's a part of the plan. It's a part of the plan filled with imperfect people striving to be better. God knew that we would fall, so he provided a way for us to stand back up and continue the race on the straight and narrow path to the glories of Heaven and beyond. Ahh, this is part of what appeals to me of the gospel, it isn't just sitting around the Celestial kingdom, it's constantly growing, constantly become more, constantly advancing through the afterlife that brings me in closer. Oh, how I love the idea of it and I hope that I can make it to the state where I can continue that progression. Because... sitting around, stagnant, even in glory, doesn't feel like it would be satisfying for me. I know, I know... it's just that it would feel stuffy. Maybe those feelings would get taken away, maybe I would just feel at peace. But, even still, evolving through an eternal life is what I want to get to. That is the end goal for me. Or, well, the endless goal as it would seem. I want to attain what Yeshua and Heavenly Father are offering unto us to become in the future. I close this big ol' hunky post with this: Please, please, please don't ever think you aren't worthy of love. Please remember that repentance is there for a reason. Remember that anyone who says that you don't deserve lover or that repentance is a punishment is fundamentally wrong and needs to reevaluate their knowledge of the gospel, despite what ranking in the church or outside they might have. Remember that we all matter and are all necessary, even if we don't feel like it. Even if we're weaker than others, or don't have a testimony as much as some other people in our lives, we are necessary and are loved. Okay? Let's mutually agree on that- The Lord loves us very dearly and I love all of you as my spirit siblings in Christ and as my neighbors. I love all of you and I hope you can feel the spirit and can get repentance when necessary! Remember: God loves you! God be with you till we meet again, my dear friends!

XD tbh, I would do the same thing if I was in your position-

*Shrug* Maybe I just really want a sandwich- it is fast Sunday after all... *begins fantasizing about sandwiches*

I identify as a ham and chick fil a sauce grilled cheese sandwich with a mound of red onions inside it while being eaten while watching October sky last September.

Unpopular opinion (I think?): I didn't like TLM. Well, that's partially a lie- the first time I read it, I loved it to death. Then I reread it after reading all the other novels and was like "... no." I really don't like how the arcs were constructed, how one character's plot was the main focus instead of THE MAIN CHARACTERS. Instead of Wax and Wayne in the WAX AND WAYNE SERIES. *sigh* I loved their parts at the end, but like- It was focused on Marasi (don't get me wrong, I loved her parts, but it just doesn't feel like a Wax and Wayne novel). It feels untrue to their arcs from the first three and just kinda feels like a cosmere novel first and a Mistborn novel second. I want it the reverse. I want the Cosmere to be in it, but as a side show, not the main event. I do like main event Cosmere, but only if it's advertised as such and not a betrayal of how the other books in the series were constructed. Especially with how Era Two was executed as a small time cop kinda thing for most of it, steadily growing bigger and bigger. But... well... they took a steadily growing thing and blew it up into something bigger. As I reflect on TLM, I like it even less, despite how much I loved a lot of it. As a full novel, I don't like it much. Though, I do love so much of it, including the ending. But like... *sigh*

"To take the place of our fight," Thaidakar clarified. "It extenuates the mind more than the body, more than an actual fight would, for that takes quick action directed into strategy and Narration from the mind and soul. A game, however, is less taxing and altogether a better way to solve things between two intellectuals, wouldn't you say, my dear?" He said "dear" in the way that an old professor would call someone who he'd been acquainted with for a good while now. "See, the manipulation of the pieces will bring a more satisfaction to our brains than merely fighting. And, besides, there is a more feasible ending, as we can see with the examples being the fight I had just now with Platypus and the never ending battles against the Wither Lord. For, when several powers, similar in levels, clash in a place such as TLT, Narration being as it is, there is no way for a true ending to come forth. Thus we see that this is the only true way to solve a conflict, where a real ending for it can be achieved with simple skill and movements of insignificant pieces of the planet." Thaidakar had gone full academic mode. Aka, full boring mode. What he said would sound absolutely boring to some, and entirely entertaining to other persons. To him, he was saying something riveting and quite enjoyable to listen to. Perhaps Subversion would agree, but perhaps not. If not, then at least he knew Nowhere would approve of his theories.

"Ah, but that would require making a choice altogether, which I am not fond of when it comes to choosing a game to play. Quite the coincidence, eh? However..." He pulled out a stained checkered wood box from the air behind him and set it down on a table between them. He opened it up, revealing chess pieces, "Why not stay with the classic, all things considered. Choose which color you want." Do you want to actually play the game or like just say irp "They made a stellar strategy to take the queen" or something like that.

"I've played Monopoly, Chess, Risk, and a few more." He rubbed his fingers together. "Though, I can be good at whatever I want to be. I can just Narrate skill into existence, after all."

Has everyone lost the game?

Feanor grinned, "No, actually, I would prefer not to die. Bad for the skin, I would know." Feanor stood up, flexing his arms, the mug disappearing in a burst of mist. "Fun fact-," blue flames wreathed his body, a glow that almost burned one's eyes, "-I never tire. Side effect of dying several times. You lose the need for sleep. The real need for sleep, unless one has an injury of the severe kind." He raised one finger, the flames seeming to concentrate on the imprint of the fleshy stick extending from his hand, "If we fight, there are many potential outcomes. However..." Thaidakar smiled, "I am not in the mood for a fight currently, not of the sort I had with Platypus, so..." He sat back down, the flames spinning endlessly around the Narrator, "Why not we play a game to decide the victor? You choose and thus we begin the play of the game. I don't care what game it is, as long as we can do it." Despite himself, the edge of his mouth began to smile in a "I'm going to murder your family and laugh while doing it" way. Thaidakar knew what he was doing, despite how lax he appeared to be in the moment.

Feanor didn't make a move for a long time, just acting as if nothing had happened. Finally, he laughed, "Was that supposed to scare me into submission? Of course you don't care for my plan, but do you want to know what I think you care about? I could tell you how the brave adventurer was destroyed, what specific commands I used and the technique around it. I could also tell you how to split someone into ten as I did you, and how to unravel a Narration blade." At that moment, as he'd said, the Narration blade turned into several loose ends, all screaming in a different toned voice, though with a hint of Subversion's in each of them. "Shall we talk truly at this point, my friend, Subversion? Or are you so subverted that you cannot have a proper conversation without threatening the other participant?" If you're wondering, he altered the Narrative voice so that the Narration fell apart. Though Subversion might not know that at first. Spook smiled softly, "Youth is flexible in TLT, so who knows exactly. And, besides, Thaidakar will do his best to weasel out of everything. He revealed his identity to you so that you would let him go. He killed the brave adventurer so that he wouldn't oppose him. He split Subversion in ten because he knew she could oppose him earlier than he would've liked. He killed off himself, somehow, to provoke you and others against him in the short term. Though, there may be a further plan with that. He isn't a person you can call normal! Let go your friendship with him and start thinking of him as the villain he is!" Except not, because the thunder guy defends with his thunderous sword.

Spook raised an eyebrow, "Everyone keeps saying that, calling me a youth. Sure, Thaid's my father, but I've conquered worlds, killed plenty of people, fought a lot and plenty more. I'm not some child." His expression and words were calm, but his eyes certainly weren't. "It almost never happens, especially here. Most especially here. Who here has had a redemption arc? Name two people."

The storm guy dies. The thunder guy starts trying to get revenge. "I don't need to, I've died at least twice now..." Thaidakar said, turning his cup idly in his fingers, the liquid sloshing about merrily inside. "And... you expect me to believe you. I did, after all, split you in ten, kill at least one of you and arranged the death of several characters at this point in the narrative. Just to name a few things..."

The sphere fell out of her hand, rolling towards Feanor. Feanor picked it up, pocketing it before talking, "Nice try. Now..." The narrator had a sip of his drink, "It was a good fight, I would say it left me refreshed more than anything."

The storm guy slaps Resolution with a ham sandwich.

Feanor shrugged, "Well... that's good and all, but have we considered my plans? Then..." He sat down on a just materialized plush chair, "I suppose you'll be wanting to keep me here despite my best wishes, Subversion? Classic." He snapped his gloved fingers, a black mug appearing in his hand that had the words "Best Antagonist" in blue emblazoned upon its reflective surface. The Narrator had a sip of whatever drink was inside and said, "Nameless knew how to set up a place, I suppose... aint got nothing on Kalithor, though." Spook bristled, the fires surging in his eyes. Finally he turned, looking away from Platypus, the plot blade's glow simmering at his side. "The only solution? This is TLT, Platypus! Isn't anything possible if we imagine it so? I find it funny," He said, the blade shrinking as he placed it back on his bracelet, "that the only thing we create is more limits for ourselves in a place that's supposed to be limitless. Don't you?" He ran a hand through his dark hair, "The Temple of Plot showed me the future in a refracted lens. It gave me this plot blade. It showed me fighting Thaidakar and Mythos. It showed me killing Thaidakar and it showed thaidakar killing me. Many things can happen. But all I know is this, Thaidakar and I will fight and one of us will die. I would rather it be him, Platypus... He was my father," Spook turned back to Platypus, a torn expression on his face. "I loved him and he loved me. We were a family, once. I wish it could be otherwise, and perhaps it could be, but I don't want to take chances. Thaidakar wants this, and, so, he'll get it. He knows about the vision I saw. I told him. If there's anyone I trust to stick to their plan, it'll be my father. He'll do what he's trying to do, whether his heart wants it or not, whether he's truly feeling it or not. He's a stubborn fool." Spook started pacing, "If we go back to the Temple of Plot, perhaps one of us can see something. Something beneficial to defeating Thaidakar without killing him. And... maybe it will reveal whether or not we can succeed at this point without killing him. Maybe we'll have to... It's not something I look forward to, patricide, but it might be necessary to save a portion of us in TLT." The lightning guy is confronted by the thunder guy and their father, the storm guy.

Spook gritted his teeth, clenching the plot blade in his hands, "Platypus... You have no idea what Thaidakar is doing. No idea what he's done, no idea what he has been and what he can be if he sets his mind to it. Do you know how my mother died, Platypus? Do you know?" Thaidakar cringed, trying to ignore the words, "I suppose I am, Subversion. We are still enemies, do not mistake that, but I can see what you and Platypus are doing. And I respect you as the heir to Nameless. You submerse the set plot line in a way that I see being very favorable to what I am doing. Though," he said with a slice of humor, "I don't know if you appreciate that." He leaned in, "My mother died," Spook rubbed the pommel of the sword, "because of him. He killed her! My father killed her because she stood in his way to stardom. He claims, if you press him, that it was an accident. He'll feed you some sob story about a miss fire of a gun that he hadn't realized had Mordite in it. No... he'd known it. He'd done it on purpose! And all because she said that he didn't have too much a chance to become a high rate Narrator. He is the epitome of all I despise. He's caused death everywhere. Believe me or not, he deserves to die. And, if no-one else will do it, I will!" He was raving now, waving the plot blade around, it now glowing from the amount of character Spook was exhibiting. The amount of freedom as a person he was trying to acheive. "Well, time to go, eh?" Thaidakar asked Subversion. "I wouldn't want to stick around..."

Sorry for taking so long. Feanor grinned, spinning and bring one of his blades into Platypus's, using the other to slash his knee. Feanor blocked, resuming his own attack, battering with skill a relentless strategy of mercilessness. He kept on coming at him, his swords whipping at Platypus with a playful fury. He grinned, "I don't see a viable solution to this in the long run, Platypus. If I die, you get revenge for your fallen friends and you stop me from achieving my goals. But... you also lose yet another friend. If you die, I lose one of the only actually good people in TLT and my plan cannot proceed as I want it to." THaidakar met another blow with his own blade, bringing them into a clash, "And, furthermore, we are at a skill level where this can go on forever. Narration like this can be an eternal journey in TLT. I would know, I participated in the All-god era after all. "I propose, then," he stated, jumping back before running forward and resuming the battle, "That we end the fight here, rightfully and respectfully, and move on with both of our plans despite our differences as this seems to be going nowhere." "And just to come back and kill him?" Asked a snarky voice. Feanor sighed, "Spook... You were going to find out who I was sooner or later." Spook stood behind him, adjusting a sword charm on his bracelet just above the cuff of his leather jacket, dark hair rippling in the breeze. His eyes had a pure look of betrayal in them. For, he had been betrayed. Sure, he hadn't liked his father anyways. But he was yet still his own father! The man whom he had descended from! The man who had began his life! The Narrator who had begun their Author's career on TLT. "I hate you, father," Spook said. "I know," Thaidakar responded in a particularly Han Solo fashion. "You always loved your movies," Spook said with a sigh. "You've never let me grow into my own person, Thaidakar, never. For once in my life I thought I would be free of you, but no! You always have to come back. Come back and ruin it all like you always do! And when you start to try to make it right in any way, shape or form, you ruin it once more! Always coming, you unintentional destroyer. Though, you are now intentional in it, I suppose. Yet you justify it with your endless platitudes and philosophical noise. When is your limit? When will you finally decide it is enough? Never... No, never will it be enough for you! You always seek endless destruction, an endless life that defies all rules at the expense of others." Spook nudged the sword charm with his finger, "No more! I will be my own person today, free of your chains! Today you will meet the bittersweet kiss of the Plot-blade, Character!" With a showman's grace, to accompany his Shakespearean speech, he ripped the charm off of the bracelet. It grew into a great sword about as tall as Spook himself, power making his clothes and hair undulate against his flesh, his smile to grow. "Today, you die, Thaidakar Von Kelsier! Feanor the Creator of Gems! My father, the Narrator!" Spook fell into a swordsman form he'd learned directly from the Narrator he was about to attempt to kill, from the father who had lovingly taught him ever possible way to kill a man, an uncaring figure in his life who had punished him, two sides of a coin in one, a brutal harmony that brought desolation wherever it came, whether intending it or not. Today, Spook intended to end that desolation if it was the last thing he accomplished in his sojourn on TLT. Wow, that took way longer than I thought it would- sorry, y'all, I got a lot of stuff to do and not enough hours in a day to do it all.

2050, I ascend to Adonalsium.