Immortal Platypus

A light beam started directly toward the Desolation, slowly gaining on the foe that was pursuing Falvan. fine, I guess you're technically right, but still. And it wasn't just the Narrators, it was all the inhabitants of TLT.

I pretty much have the first post memorized...

Hacob briefly wondered who Jacob was. Suddenly, Pineapples slowly started connecting itself and all the Desolations with beams of anti-light.

so draw me a picture?

what is it?

no, 189 six

sorry, what? 1893

Hey! That was me! I killed Plot, not a Blade that didn't exist!

Hacob shrugged. "Where you exist doesn't matter, I can banish your personified form." Suddenly, Pineapples began to glow. Hacob can't heal you and Platypus is busy. Sorry

? 1891

guess not

yes, but that won't stop you from losing

Hacob is confused why 4 and 1 attacked the Blade instead of him. "Oh, it is definitely enough to kill you. It is a Plotblade, and an oxymoron. It shouldn't exist. That is it's power. It simply makes the user and the one it has been used on not exist. 1 for 1 if you will. Since it's still bonded with Onyx, it will go back to him." Hacob begins channeling power to Suddenly, Pineapples. "Defend me. Don't let Desolation disrupt the charge and I can kill him."

"Yep! But it is a Plotblade. And it is an oxymoron which have their own strength."

imagine

"Yeah, right now with all the plot it's not as powerful as you'd think. Besides, I'm giving it back to Onyx soon."

I would legit be so mad 1889

Suddenly, Pineapples the Plotblade hits him in the neck, severing that Desolation's head. "Did you really forget about me? The ally gave me this. Onyx loaned it to her so she could go kill Feanor in revenge for killing the adventurer. She gave it to me when I asked. I don't think Onyx cares that much though." Time for... a thing. Platypus danced with Thaid, Blade flashing, power wafting from him and it. He attacked and defended, counterattacking as he parried, fighting Feanor and loving every second of it. He locked his Blade with one of his opponents and forced the Blades into the third. Knocked off course by his attack, he lunged, then... froze up. Watching in horror as a Blade came from Feanor, he could not avoid it. His muscles were locked. Frantically he Narrated, trying to escape, and failing. Then the Blade came in, a killing blow, but he didn't feel anything. Shocked, he looked around and saw the Blade on his other side. Vengeance. He knew that absorbing it could cause weird things, but this? He apparently couldn't kill Thaidakar... but he couldn't be killed either. Plot was with him, for now. Knowing there was no point to a fight like that, he disappeared. Then, abruptly he reappeared. I can't even leave the fight? Guess it's plot-important. Fine then. Game on. Dodging and weaving, he stopped trying to attack, only defending, his flashing Blade against the two swirling swords. Thaid might be more experienced, but he didn't know Platypus' heart, and he didn't know how the fight would happen. Then he realized. He had to fight so Subversion and the other could leave. They needed to let the thread know that Feanor was Thaidakar. He tried to shout for them to leave. No luck, his face locked up. He tried to tell them what Thaidakar had whispered to his mind. That wouldn't work either. He silently willed them to leave, knowing they couldn't know what he wanted. Even as they fought, Platypus could tell he would eventually be overwhelmed. Only Vengeance was keeping him in this. He simply wasn't a good enough Narrator. But he didn't plan on losing yet. He threw himself into the fight, the dance. Blades flashing, auras radiating, power flowing freely. This was what he lived for. The fight, and protecting others. This was both. He could not, no, he would not lose this. This was his chance. Me or him. It's all down to who breaks first. Me. Or. Him. Then he felt something. Some would dismiss it, but not him. He was too attuned. He could feel the Plot weaving itself around this fight, around each moment individually. Then he dug deeper. He could see where Feanor would be, where he would've been. With effort, he pulled the threads of fate. He was no longer where he should have been. He disengaged from the fight, no longer swinging his Blade, just dodging, manipulating destiny. He looked ahead. What he saw shocked him. His Author tried to write it down, but it was forbidden knowledge. No one could know but the two of them. Moving on with renewed vigor, it was clear that Platypus was fighting for something new. Something greater than survival or for honor. He was fighting for the thread itself. It had its flaws, but it could be so much worse. Would be so much worse. He danced the dance faster and faster, Blade swirling, aftertrails blinding. He danced and fought. He and Feanor were one. He knew the way. He controlled his fate. Then, he improved. Narration becoming better and better, changing. Soon he wove with more finesse than his opponent. He knew why, but could not explain it. Yet still, he could not kill. He could not wound. And that was when he knew. He could win this. He could save the thread. HE WOULD BE ENOUGH! I feel like I just wrote something incredible, and at the same time, I feel like it wasn't. Critical feedback appreciated!

that would be bad... 1886

"No, I'll be fine. Even if I was, I heal very quickly."

"Mostly," Platypus groaned. "Being in suspension really takes it out of you. It is something that I can never describe. But it is... awful."

1884 because why not

darn people that google things. Ruining my willful ignorance. How dare you 1877

you know you're a nerd when you are constantly telling people you're a nerd

Platypus stayed standing. He listened without interrupting. When Thaidakar was done, he shook his head. "Oh Thaid. How I wish you could see this. TLT is wrong. But... What you're suggesting won't fix it. What you're doing won't change the thread. Sure, it might for a time, but if there's one thing I learned from killing Plot, the thread always changes. It will change back to whatever it will be. I see what you're saying. I've felt it myself. It's a very real thing. And I hate it. But I can't stop it permanently, so I settle for helping others. Just spend time with me. Be with those that like you, and ignore the haters. So let this be." He prepared for a fight.