The Bookwyrm

Avatar lost his balance due to the strike and fell to the ground. He grimaced and struggled to stand again, using the sword to prop himself up. Once standing, he fell into a sturdy stance, waiting for Nin's master to strike. "I wouldn't know why. Seeing as you're so insistent on holding onto your experience, your life, despite it being a torture." Avatar sneered at Nin's master. "You like feeling in control, don't you? You like to see me struggle, inflicted by your own torments. You enjoy watching me cough and stumble and fall. It's a miracle you trained any students at all. You're a sad old man who despite knowing his horrible weaknesses desperately clings to any particle of dominance he can find." He held the stance, standing perfectly still. "Did it hurt? Did it hurt when Nin surpassed you?"

the emus had a conflicted

Avatar grimaced as he fell to his hands and knees, gritting his teeth to avoid crying out in pain. He coughed, and a fine mist of blood coated the ground in front of him. He stayed there for a moment, trying to catch his breath and gather his thoughts. It was...so hard. He coughed again, then smiled. "I won't have to wait long, though, won't I?" He slowly reached out and took Unity by it's hilt. Then he reached into his own being, a being that now reflected that of Nin's master. There. Avatar found the technique that had let Nin's master move with such speed and strength, hidden in the recesses of a now unfamiliar mind. He burst forward suddenly, striking Nin's master in the chest with Unity's pommel, hard enough to knock him over. "You shouldn't have shaped my soul to match yours if you didn't want me to use your techniques." He stumbled, weak. So tired... But, harnessing as much strength as he could, he once again stabbed Unity toward's Nin's master's torso.

Why didn't Akbar get to command the ship?

Avatar put a hand on Nin's master's shoulder. "You are in pain," he said softly. "You suffer." He rammed the Plotblade into Nin's master's gut. "Let me take that away from you." Tendrils of energy ran from Nin's master along the blade to Avatar's hand. He smiled as years of experience and knowledge poured into him. "You say you aren't great. And maybe you aren't, in the grand scheme of the Thread. But I? I am nothing. Far less than you ever were. My Narrator left me with nothing of my own. He spared no attention on me. I just happened. "But now," Avatar sneered, driving the blade deeper, "you will be the start of what makes me into everything. You should be grateful for that."

I think we also know that the Cryptic he was going to bond ended up with Hoid.

"This," Avatar said, "Is the Plotblade of Unity. Or at least an Echo of it. Lucky for me, this Echo holds the same properties as the original sword. Namely, the ability to take the essence of those it slays and incorporate it into the essence of the wielder." Avatar smiled wickedly. "So. You may only be an utterly useless old man right now, but inside you is still deep wisdom and power, buried under the burdens of age and pain. You can't access yourself anymore. But that power let you train some of the most powerful heroes in history. "What could someone like me do with that power and wisdom?"

Avatar held the Plotblade towards Nin's master, letting him study it. "Do you know what this is?"

A small barrier of darkness solidified in front of Abalador's finger before he could touch Avatar. Avatar laughed. "Her? Why would I care about her? A fledgling pineapple has nothing for me, sapient though she may be." Avatar stepped closer, looming over Nin's Master's frail body. He held his Plotblade in front of him and stroked the flat of the blade. "No. I'm here to kill you."

This is like...TLT but worldbuilding... 45. The Cream Consortium is in constant conflict with the Cult of Cheddar, a second black-market smuggling organization. Who also worship cheddar cheese, as one does.

Hehehe time for plot. Don't you love taking something tangentially relevant and making it an important event? Suddenly, Avatar burst through the door of the hut. He was dressed in all black, and his eyes held a glimmer of malice. He rested the flat of his Plotblade on his shoulder. "Well," he said smiling, "I seem to be interrupting."

You could try...but to be fair it'll probably be forgotten. There are like dozens of clashing lores in the deep pages of the thread that are completely irrelevant. Even though we have some plot right now...that's not always the case. So you could, but no promises it sticks.

Bookwyrm sat on a grassy hill overlooking an infinite sea of green. A sun shone overhead with a pure white light, and lazy white clouds drifted through the deep blue sky. Rym stood by his side, looking off towards the horizon in the same direction. The two stood in silence for a long, long while, listening to the gentle breeze and the turning of the world. "What am I doing here, Rym?" Bookwyrm finally said. Rym glanced down at him. "Did you know," Bookwyrm continued, "That there was a time that I believed Narrators and Authors were one and the same? I thought that was how it worked. That my will manifested in the world around me was identical to the will of someone higher; and maybe it still is, in some ways... "But I've realized; we're very different. We're flawed. We can die. We can become evil and do so, so much to hurt those around us... "Even after I learned the distinction, I thought that I was different. I thought that my Author was me, that everything I did reflected his personality to a degree of no other Narrator. But now..." He summoned his Narrationblade and gazed at it's intricate patterns. "Now I know I'm not. I'm no one. I'm a shell, empty." He sighed. "Even this...me telling you this...what does it all come to? I've left this world alone for so long...conflicts have been fought, people have died, and despite me thinking I was someone who would help, I did nothing." He sighed and closed his eyes, dismissing his blade. Rym walked a little closer to Bookwyrm. "Isn't it freeing, in a way, though?" Bookwyrm met Rym's eyes, confused. "Think about it. Before, your entire self belonged to someone else. Now that you know you're someone different, you can act as you will. As your own person. Isn't that a blessing, in the end?" Bookwyrm was quiet. "....Perhaps." Rym pulled the Plotblade of Unity from it's makeshift scabbard on his back. "Avatar is still out there." "I know." "He's going to do something if we don't stop him." "I know." "And I can't do it alone." Rym walked in front of Bookwyrm and faced him. "You're a Narrator. And you're Bookwyrm. And even if you don't know who that is quite yet right now, you can still do things to help. It's not too late." Silence fell for a spell again. Then: "You're right." Bookwyrm stood up. "I have to do something." Rym smiled. "That's what I'm looking for." "See if you can find Found the Kitten," Bookwyrm said. "He'll probably be able to track down Avatar. At least, I hope." It was time to start acting. *** Avatar felt a sense of resolution come through the bond, after so much time of silence. He grinned. "So, dear Narrator...you've decided to wake up. Let's see if it lasts..."

I've only seen the three... Probably Interstellar. But they're all awesome.

Nin might have coughed and looked upon young Penelope with milky eyes. "You," he might have said, wheezing, "have that look in your eye...something I have not seen in many, many years...oh Nin, where are you? Will you come back to your old teacher?"

"So, young one," Nin's Master may have said if someone was there, his creaky old voice possibly echoing from the darkness of the hut. "You seek your destiny."

"just kill them. That’ll end the argument pretty quick." - @AonEne "yippee, lunch detention!" - @shortcake "THAAIIIDDDD! TELL ME, CHILD!" - @Just-A-Stick "I need to get into his head... how? normally, I would just steal some of his hair, but he's bald so... Anyone got any ideas?" - @CalanoCorvus I think this is good enough for now.

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Hehehehehe...

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