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Through The Living Glass

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  1. "I see . . ." she said skeptically. The mist of her being changed to rose petals. "May I see that ribbon?"
  2. She calmed herself after a moment. ". . . Not exactly. It's nothing."
  3. Her mist swirled violently. She didn't respond. Someone hung from a tree, upside-down, in a body bag. "HELP! ANYONE? HELLO?!" they screamed.
  4. ". . . Yes, you can," she said darkly, suddenly serious for some reason.
  5. "I'm sure we could find someone. What sorts of things can you summon in combat?" indeed :3 Screams continued in the distant woods. Someone was crying out for help.
  6. It dissolved in her hand once she grasped it. "Interesting. What else can you make?"
  7. hmm He just sounds like a Thread-aware character A character who knows about the Thread but doesn't have the power to manipulate it in the way a Narrator does
  8. ". . . Ah, I remember now. Inkwell had a sword. Regardless, may I see the petal?"
  9. She tilted her head again. "That's a nice sword you got there."
  10. "Interesting. I doubt anyone would, really . . . they must have had me confused with someone else." She looked Ribbon over. "You can perceive the posts? Are you a Narrator, yourself?"
  11. She sighed. "If you were to look, you would see I have no Narrator's core. Relax."
  12. She chuckled quietly. "Nothing changed. What did you expect?" Possibly Tell us more about them
  13. A Narrator is a being with a Prismite core who can see EVERYTHING someone posts. Even the non-bolded parts, if their Author wishes. They can see the entire post and create their own stories, though many are used as tools by their Authors.
  14. Her clothing ripped across her chest, but her actual body was also made of mist. This was a deeper red, however, while her head held no discernible color. She reformed and pulled her clothing back together. "Rude . . ."
  15. "Not so sure anymore, are we?" she said with a tilt of her head, amused. A cry rang out from the forest.
  16. "If you kick them all out, no one will remain here. You will fade into obscurity and find yourself limited to a life of near-nonexistence. All alone, with no one to remember you."
  17. "You might as well get rid of the Authors, for all the good that will do."
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