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  1. DragonHeir
    He pushes himself to his feet, taking stock of his injuries. Oddly, he mostly hurts and is covered in blood, not matching any injury but the one from the hallucinations.
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    Cole, still on the ground, grabs a rock as well. @SpiritOfWrath
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    Rebus laughs. “As I said, it seems you’ve never written anything before. I am much more than words, even if they make up my substance. You believe that if I lose my Narration - the thing I already gave up to be here - I’ll somehow get out of the Thread? That is oblivion to me! I’m an idea; the ability to modify myself is welcome, and my presence here, maintained by an Author I have wrapped around my finger, is honestly the best thing that could happen to me other than being published and ubiquitously known.”
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    Cole sits bolt upright. “Fear? I - that - it - the hallucinations.”
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    Cole groans again. “Ow. I think I might have hit my head or something. I hurt all over and was hallucinating about magic stone and primordial spirits.”
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    Rebus sighs and attacks the gargoyle with his sword. It had fewer weapons than he and Atredies, so it shouldn’t be too hard to beat. Rebus also attempts to determine what kind of rock the gargoyle is made from. @SpiritOfWrath Rebus nods, not sure how that mattered. “Yes… a theoretical Author that could still affect things like powers and lore. I fail to see the issue with Narration.”
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    Cole continues to lie on the floor, covered in blood and groaning. It seems nobody has noticed him.
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    Rebus scowls and raises an eyebrow at the sky. “I wonder how long this would last if I simply stood here, repeatedly blocking with my supposedly magical shield.”
  9. DragonHeir
    Rebus meets the axe with his shield, the impact sending him flying. He stops just as he is about to fall off the bridge, likely through Dark Souls plot convenience. He attempts to throw the now-empty bottle at the creature, unsure if it is within reach of his ordinary weapons. Rebus calls the Ennullers a third time as the room below him implodes. There is a highly untrained Ennuller construct here. I’d like some assistance moving it, given that it has destroyed around a half dozen rooms here already.
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    Rebus frowns as the shield straps itself to his arm. “Wow. Who could have guessed that I can’t lose the MacGuffin?” Then he attempts to walk past the gargoyle, testing how railroaded the quest obstacles are.
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    Because Rebus otherwise has no free hand to drink his potion, he hurls the shield at the creature like a discus.
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    The corner of Rebus’s mouth twitches upwards. Using his supernatural strength, he yanks the shield backwards, catching its rim on the hooked section of the polearm.
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    Cole stumbles to his feet. “Felicity? What happened?”
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    Rebus brings the shield up, attempting to catch the haft of the halberd. “Why are you attacking us?”
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    Yeah, I’m hoping to both give and receive advice, because I expect people to have figured out different things. I think my main problem is procrastination and poor organization - mindless work that I need to do sort of naturally gets ignored in favor of less important but more interesting tasks. Triggering or at least encouraging hyperfocus could be helpful. I’ve tried things like timers and breaks, but implementing the strategies isn’t routine, so after a couple days I simply forget to do the things that had been making me productive.
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    Cole groans, sitting up. “What happened?” he asks groggily.
  17. DragonHeir
    “That is a truly dangerous blade. I’ve done some thinking, and there are two kinds of Plotblades. One is a characterblade, which gives the wielder specific traits and generally augments them. The other type is a storyblade, which tends to inflict alterations to the struck entity’s role in the story. Lore and Suddenly Pineapples are the only two blades I can think of that do not fit the categories.” “Why do you guard this bridge?” Rebus asks, smiling with his weapons at his sides.
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    Cole’s fingers stop inches from the Archstone as he is hit by a pulse of darkness. He falls to the ground in the strange place, and lies there disoriented and in pain.
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    Rebus smiles as his internal nanomachines reactivate, then takes up the shield and spins the claymore to reacquaint himself with his skills. “The Plotblades we desire, too, are symbols. Would Savior Complex not take the form of a shield?” Rebus raises an eyebrow at the bridge gargoyle, waiting to see what Atradies will do. @Ookla the Irreplaceable
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    Rebus nods, smiling. “I believe so. Either the map is here, or the actual course of Plot.” Rebus raises an eyebrow. “What am I to do with a shield? Claymores are meant to be wielded two-handed, and it ruins the symbolism.”
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    Rebus scowls at the Author as every one of his nanomachines go offline. Waving Atriedes to take the shield and grass (@Ookla the Irreplaceable), he picks up the claymore. He smiles somewhat smugly, then swings the claymore to get used to its extra weight, nearly dropping it as he lets go with one hand by instinct.
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    Rebus scoff. “That’s not a very helpful or consistent statement. Not only are language and clothing technologies, my body is over twenty percent nanomachines by weight.” He tries to stick his hand into the Nullite fog. During early portion of the explanation, Rebus laughs. “While I must admit, you know much about history, you clearly have little firsthand experience with Narration or actual writing. I am more alive than you would think - otherwise I would be very speedily written out of existence. Of any of my Author’s creations, I am the most emergent; his mental simulation of me causes him to root for me, and makes me have personality and agency.” At the end, though, the mirth recedes. “They made themselves an Author? Why would they want to do that or think it would work?”
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    Oh. There are some interesting applications for that... Also Atredies is still there, so you should ping @Ookla the Irreplaceable. And I'm signing off, because I have a swim meet early tomorrow. Leaving behind a pump and some scanners, Rebus sighs and walks over the Nullite fog on a utility fog bridge.
  25. DragonHeir
    Rebus promptly sets up a force-field based pump and begins to draw the fog in to harvest the Nullite. He'd need it to fix his office, after all.
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