The Aspiring Archivist

"No! No, no, no. He can't be. I, uh... Look, I just hurt Wynn and Nameless both indirectly and directly. I'm actively a danger now. I should just..." He began burning iron, the nearby fence twisting. He began sliding backwards towards the fence, which now had spikes and twisted metal facing out at him. He stopped right before he reached it, a spike dangerously close to his neck.

I was joking about the rudeness. Apology/10

"Do you know? About Tristan?"

Judgemental and rude. I didn't know, okay? 2/10 you get an extra point because it's true.

"Hey," TAAron said in a near-whisper. He remained on the ground, eyes red from crying. "You all should leave. Just, wait for Nameless to get better, go back to the Clinic, and leave me here."

TAAron released his steel. "I'm never going to see him again. It would be ridiculous to try." He took a few deep breaths. "Wynn? Is she okay?

Yay, 800 posts! Thought I'd make a forum game. This is like all the other 'Rate the ___ Above You" threads but with a twist! I think the title is pretty self explanatory. You rate the post above, then someone rates that rating, then on and on FOREVER! bwahaha I'd say this OP is an 8/16. Edit: Just realized that forum games don't do anything for post count, so I'll make a status update.

In a burst of emotion, TAAron yelled, burning steel. Metal objects all around him like the fence and Wynn's jewelry were Pushed away from him with tremendous force. TAAron felt the magic eat at his soul as he did it, but he didn't care. "I don't think you have a very good grasp on human emotion!"

He is likely targeting TAAron because TAAron is the last person from his home world to have escaped is destruction, not counting myself. He wants to finish what he started. "We can't find him. He's probably long gone. Anyways, why are you involving yourself in this? You have no reason to want to help me."

That's kind of his express purpose. Destruction. I think he hasn't straight out killed TAAron yet because he wants to get you all at once. Then again, maybe he's just toying with us.

"I don't need to talk about it! I don't think you get what's happening. I've been working for five years to figure out who killed my best friend and how. Now my friend might not be dead, and that man is out to kill me. And... And..." TAAron collapsed to the floor again, and broke down sobbing.

"Why? What can she do that was never discovered in decades' worth of research?" His voice sounded strained, like he was still trying not to cry.

Well... according to my new understanding of what caused the destruction of our home world and an odd dream that Haly and he shared, it is possible that his friend... who he assumed to be dead for five years... is still alive somewhere in interdimensional space.

Yes, hello. The voice came as a vibration from the trident. Nice to meet you, I suppose. Tors dragged TAAron until he was back with the rest of the group.

Despite there being nothing visible, TAAron apparently slammed into something and began getting pushed back towards the group, breathing heavily. TAAron, get a hold or yourself. The frantic scholar grabbed on to whatever was pushing him, and it suddenly became visible to Nameless. A trident made of what looked like a blue glass was floating in the air, pushing him along.

TAAron sat bolt upright. "He's dead!" Grief in his eyes, he turned and ran out into the street.

TAAron muttered something softly that Nameless couldn't quite make out from where he was.

"Help... me? No, probably not. It's fine, anyways. I'm-" He collapsed, unconscious.

"Oh. Good." TAAron was still shaking on the ground, looking traumatized.

"I have no idea. Uh, Tristan... he was the one who was involved with this. That is, before... well. I guess Tors might know a thing or two." About that... I need to tell you something. "Yeah? What is it?" Tristan is... potentially... still alive. "WHAT?" We've identified that Malum destroyed the world by putting it into interdimensional space. Things can survive there. More importantly, when you left your dream with Haly he stayed there, and he knew things that you don't. TAAron sat down, shaking. "That can't be possible. The stacis bracelet cut off." There are things we don't know about the void and about stacis crystal. "No. No, no no."

"Not a spren. She's a trident, and her name is Tors. She can only talk to people she's bonded with, but you might be able to make out a ripple in the air right..." He pointed at where Tors was hovering near him. "There. "And, uh, she says that the manipulator is a good from our world, named Malum. He killed the other god in his world, and destroyed it thereafter. And now he wants to kill all of us."

He killed my creator and destroyed my homeworld. He's the reason TAAron is a scholar abroad instead of going to school with his best friend. He is, by purpose of my creation, my arch enemy. And he wants to kill you all. "What?" TAAron looked shocked. "He was right there... RIGHT THERE!" His voice escalated to a yell. "I want to kill him."