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  1. DragonHeir
    Rebus presses his advantage, advancing on the man. His own blade is similarly light; the speed of the fighting is far higher than an ordinary battle, but the slight weight discrepancy still counts for something. “You’re quite good, Atredies.” That’s fine - if you want you can send me your progress and I can do some of it. “Likely true. Shall we try an ordinary advertisement?”
  2. DragonHeir
    Rebus’s is a bastard/longsword, which means it’s long and relatively thin, and he’s been alternating between one-handing for reach and two-handing for power and control. Rebus blocked or dodged most attacks, but he took a minor hit to the left forearm and had a chunk taken out of his coat. Then he attacked from both sides because his blade is lighter and thus switches directions faster.
  3. DragonHeir
    Rebus’s blade flashes back and forth, blocking all but a few slashes. His coat is cut almost in half as he leaps a low strike and he takes a minor cut to his left forearm, used to blocking with his armor. His Plotblade doesn’t glow, but he swings it in loops at Atredies, taking advantage of his superior directional control (I think. What kind of sword is Atredies’s Blade?) to make attacks come from every side.
  4. DragonHeir
    “I’m unsure. A companion thread would likely be either forgotten or swamped with nonsense.” He shakes his head. “Perhaps a blog… We can worry about that later, regardless.” Speaking of which, how is the podcast going? Rebus continues walking towards him, slowly but confidently. He continue to swing his sword in figure-eights, smirking.
  5. DragonHeir
    “True; I tried teleporting scientists to me, and nothing happened. That’s an Author problem, not an advertising one.”
  6. DragonHeir
    “True. Perhaps we should establish a system for classified ads - there are around a half-dozen recruitment efforts going on that the Authors haven’t noticed.”
  7. DragonHeir
    He smiles back. “Exactly. After your teaching, any degree-applicable subjects will be sufficient for one.”
  8. DragonHeir
    He nods, liking the way it sounds. “I may try for a doctorate, as well. In Applied Metaphysics, perhaps. Or whatever it is you will be teaching.”
  9. DragonHeir
    He frowns as well. “The motifs here are excellent, even if it makes combat difficult.” He shrugs, going off on a tangent to change the subject. “I’m thinking of making my last name Clarke, and my middle name something like danger so I can quip about it.”
  10. DragonHeir
    Rebus turns around and smiles. “Ah, you’re alright. That’s good.” He sits down in a chair of utility fog. “Your brother has not yet returned, despite me baiting him.” “Yes, certainly. This place is reconfigurable. I’ll get you a remote and a teleportation beacon so you can travel too and from here, though once we begin making progress we’ll likely need to install teleportation shielding.” He demonstrates by having a table rise out of the floor in front of him, then tosses the man a quite intuitive remote. He ignores the comment on his sanity.
  11. DragonHeir
    The group turns back to eating, and the rowdy conversation turns to lighter matters. Rebus shows up at Ruia’s palace, and begins repairing the damage from the earthquake. He knows that teleporting directly to her might not go well.
  12. DragonHeir
    They clap her on the back. “Good! Keep that attitude - it’ll help you.”
  13. DragonHeir
    “Of course! You get power, immortality, luxury, battle. You simply cannot leave.” The group is still alternating who speaks, each contributing phrases to the explanation.
  14. DragonHeir
    “Money, excitement, power, immortality. It’s a closed loop, though. They let us buy things and live here, without death, but without Fuel? Our hearts, lungs, brains, limbs simply stop.”
  15. DragonHeir
    Rebus swings his Plotblade is a return salute, the long, ornate sword flashing. It’d been empowering him the entire time, but now, with it in his hand, he feels fully prepared and full of power. He begins to walk forwards, spinning the blade in figure eights as he fully draws upon the power. The mercenaries smile and cheer, talking about the cell’s layout, introducing some people, mentioning their last jobs, speculating on what the Ghost will have them do next. It’s a rowdy conversation, but these people take her in pretty much immediately.
  16. DragonHeir
    They slap her on the back, passing a plate of food to her. “You’re new, right? Welcome to the glorious Machination. You’re never leaving, so we might as well enjoy it!” Rebus nods. “I shall use only the powers of my Blade and my training.” He summons it back into his hand, hoping Atredies will take the hint and realize he could have done the same.
  17. DragonHeir
    It opens into a chaotic room, numerous people similarly augmented eating at tables. Some are laughing and joking, but some eat in mournful silence.
  18. DragonHeir
    Rebus’s arm twists back to normal, and he deactivates the force field generator. “Shall we name more interesting conditions?”
  19. DragonHeir
    The arm works fine, even moving perhaps with more force than it would before. The room is pretty small, effective just a bed and a door. The wrist twists, cracking and beginning to crumble into nanomachines. “Unfortunate. Your blade is rather interesting, especially given that your first act with it is to try to kill me.” He swings his knife at the hand holding his fist.
  20. DragonHeir
    The laboratory is sleek and futuristic, black surfaces with tron lines running through them and white tables with tools, samples, and open spaces. Rebus’s own coat and other clothing matches the room, though the glowing lines through them are stationary and only orange. “I am indeed a scientist, and I have samples of Nullite and Prismtite. I met a version of you in a trial - a projection of the future, aiming to teach me caution. Hence recruiting people to advise me, rather than blinding forging ahead.” Her left hand, and a connecting strip down her the inside of her arm, is unfeeling, made from black metal.
  21. DragonHeir
    Rebus smiles at him. “The former and latter are true, I would say. I do not consider myself to be a fool.” He walks through the massive laboratory as he speaks, lit intermittently by lines of light traveling through the floor. “I called you because I know of your expertise in the fundamental substances. I have worked with you before, though not in reality.”
  22. DragonHeir
    Rebus takes the punch to his face, but without much effect. His skin is still enhanced by nanomachines, and the speed cap reduces the impact. He brings a similarly slowed fist at Atredies, frowning. “What are you planning to do if you win this?” @NameIess, do you want to bring Balitan to Rebus or doing something with Rebel? @Halcyon The Only Ruia wakes up in a different room, lying on a table. Her left side feels numb and strange.
  23. DragonHeir
    Yup (and then he gets another nonsense weapon, which will be interesting). I can run normal trials as well, though. Perhaps I will bring Sagerian back from that half-finished conversion.
  24. DragonHeir
    Well it is, but that’s the most coherent Meat can do. To provoke character growth unrelated to nonsense, either he has a lot to learn or someone more sane must be considered. Although I suppose the whole outsourcing thing means that Meat could run trials that need insanity, and Omen and others can run different styles.
  25. DragonHeir
    Yup. My sarcasm was less effective than I expected. I should have wrote “Wow, such positive feedback.” And as I said, I can probably run actual trials if I think of a character to do it.
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