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  1. DragonHeir
    In that case, Cole simply flies into the air, then attempts to slow air down around Retlen instead of vibrating it. “What do you mean? Are you powering him as well? I could take away his air, in that case.”
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    Kion almost resolves to just stop talking to prevent further word-twisting, but is saved by Hacob. “See! Narrators just showing up out of nowhere! If at any moment they can do that, why would anyone need me? And if nobody needs me, I don’t have any reason to do anything, because at any moment my Render could show up and ruin anything I might do when I’m not needed.”
  3. DragonHeir
    As Rebus becomes shorter than himself, he shrinks down infinitely, then undoes the Narration and returns to being a poorly described Narrator, rather than a recursively described one. "You might want to check for ambiguities I can mess with before you try tricks like that."
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    Cole jumps into the air, throwing things - including the grit cloud - at the ceiling in an attempt to collapse it and reach the sky. "Yes, I noticed. The blast of flame gave it away." Blood is running down his face, though not much of it yet.
  5. DragonHeir
    Cole comes in and, shrouded in his cloud of grit, cuts off the guard's head while doing his best to make it unrecognizable. Once he's sure that his ruse won't be discovered, he shouts "I have killed the duke, winning myself and my companions a pardon for the frankly unreasonable charges of being heretics! Stand down!"
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    Kion stumbles over his words for a second, trying to get out of the verbal trap. "I don't know - I assumed - I'm not saying you need to stay, but I've spent more time with you here than with anyone else, and I thought we could help each other figure things out, about what it means to be a Narrator and feel deeply that reality is malleable and thus unimportant, and what it means to not be a Narrator somewhere they're seemingly omnipresent, and can do anything I can do without risking themselves."
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    Kion chuckles. "That's good, because I've never been so confused in my life. Some things make sense, but in general, this place is very strange. But as long as we understand different things and do our best to explain, we can both get less confused with time."
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    Kion smiles. "For both of us, words are powerful. Narration is a particularly powerful word, although you get more out of it than I ever will. I saw the words that make up everything, and I came back from it. Despite knowing that all it's made from is words, at least to me this world is real."
  9. DragonHeir
    "I was scared out of my wits. But you should give yourself credit; your dancing was better than anything I could do unaided, even when you slipped up with the Narration." Rebus smiles. "Excellent! It's more fun that way, I think. And look, my name is Rebus now. I haven't been described yet, though - of course, why should I stay just one way?"
  10. DragonHeir
    "I suppose that works, assuming you're immune to logic." Kion gets on the train and sits down. "I truly did have fun at the party, brainwashing myself notwithstanding."
  11. DragonHeir
    Maybe-Rebus nods. "Got it! By the way, how many things am I supposed to know? Does it really matter, unless I get involved in an author-related plot?" They go back to reading. "I found a tourist guide to antimatterland. Apparently it's quite nice, although visitors often complain about the temperature - the locals are used to it, I guess."
  12. DragonHeir
    Kion shrugs. "I'm not the one who teleported us into the middle of nowhere - although it is my fault. The right way would be away from the Render, which is difficult because we don't know where it is." He can't (actually, he could, but it'd be stupid) magically refresh his outfit, but he does straighten out his clothes and shake out the sand.
  13. DragonHeir
    Cole takes a dagger and cuts the man’s throat. “Thank you.” And thank you, Freedom. Lifting himself, the man, and a whirlwind of gravel and dirt to obscure them into the air, Cole storms the castle.
  14. DragonHeir
    Cole nods solemnly. “The Duke will honor your sacrifice. I’ll do my best to kill you quickly.” Cole looks around for grit to turn into a lethal (but also obscuring) dust storm, and examines the castle for a good place to begin his semi-staged assault. “I assume the Duke has some sort of escape route. It’s smart, and that’s what he does, is it not?”
  15. DragonHeir
    Cole thinks for a second. “We could try some sort of debris storm so the duke can escape without being seen. But we’ll need a dead body to claim is the Duke. Do you have any people you need executed?”
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    “I know, I was being stupid. I can’t rewrite the past enough to fix it, so let’s pay attention to what’s going on now.” When they reach the train, Kion shrugs. “If the train is going the right way, we’ll be safe for longer, and if it is going the wrong way, it really doesn’t change anything about our situation. So I say we get on.”
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    Cole smiles. “Great! So we only have to hoodwink the soldiers. I’m not very good at hoodwinking, though. Perhaps we should go talk to the duke; it’s probably pretty difficult to fake the death of somebody without their knowledge.”
  18. DragonHeir
    “Nope! I’m still mostly an idea. Although Rebus sounds good…” I guess there isn’t too much of that to explain. I’m not sure what information I thought there would be; I’ve been reading this thread for long enough I should know most of the mechanics.
  19. DragonHeir
    The Render almost chases it, but determines finding Kion would be a better use of its time. Stretching itself as thin as possible, it forms wings out of dirt and takes off glide-jumping. The beginning of a Narrator sits in a library, surrounded by a veritable fortress of books on several tables put together. Many of them are related - encyclopedias of the Thread, a transcript of the Bacon podcast, books on writing, and the like. Some are not - Wind and Truth, a book about string theory, blueprints for a nonfunctional pneumatic ornithopter, and other strange and interesting things. The not-yet Narrator muses to themself. “Is this even how narrators work? I need a name; I wonder if there are any other Narrators named Rebus. I could be a girl, honestly - my Author needs to do that more. And what can I actually do? Where should this library even be?” @Ookla the Bacon, I hear you have lore (and Lore, supposedly). Anything I should know?
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    “Hopefully. It went quite fast, earlier. I didn’t know Renders could fly.” Kion reshapes the dashing hat he’d conjured at the party into a more practical flat brim by tearing a few stitches apart.
  21. DragonHeir
    Cole drops to the ground again, creating a cushion of air to soften the landing for the man he’d held hostage. “Alright, how shall we do this? Does anybody know how much Rage can perceive?”
  22. DragonHeir
    Nick nods, and the suit changes color a few times and stretches out filaments, twining around his railgun so he can support it, refuel it, and siphon off the fusion power. “Does that work, or shall I make something more impressive?” @Ookla the Stormy
  23. DragonHeir
    Cole shakes his head. “If I had wanted that, I could have killed you and then you wouldn’t need it. Oh, I remember! I need you to help the duke fake his own death at my hand in a way the crazy fire people can’t see through. Especially their very crazy fire leader guy, and the thing that gives them the powers I think I can’t mention because it would notice.”
  24. DragonHeir
    The driver cannot read your message, because he is driving and would rather not hit a blade plant at 100 miles per hour. The Vvondin notices it and replies instead. “We are going to the research station. It is where we researchers live, and has a small launch system to get our samples to our test planet.”
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    Kion tries to think of something to do about it, or at least something helpfully to say. He hadn’t had many close friends in the past; putting too many mages in the same room was frowned upon, so he didn’t have that much social interaction. “The sand is making me nervous as well. Renders can do some alarming things with it. Shall we walk, or should we teleport again?”
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