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  1. DragonHeir
    Thank you. Aw man, I lost. Wait, never-mind! I’ve won again! I’m not that sick at this point. Yesterday I was kinda addled and dizzy, but now I’m just tired and sneezing.
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    Cole dodges and weaves, taking only a couple hits as he flies up to meet the cloud of darkness.
  3. DragonHeir
    I think I remember those! The titles were all things like Majek, Physik, and Flyte. Also I’m still sick. Also, I have won for the first time!
  4. DragonHeir
    “Yes… I have a few issues with your analogy, but they are irrelevant to your point. I can make images, though, just as that factory could be used to make paper for a drawing of the forest.” He begins to walk down the stairs that probably exist. The piece of paper, having had only one enchantment on it, doesn’t answer. He could go confront Meat himself, though. Would you be surprised to hear that I probably had the beginnings of a cold when I wrote that?
  5. DragonHeir
    Cole blasts upwards, knowing he can conserve his life force and actually gain more the higher he gets in the air. His coat pulls taught, catching the wind as he soars towards Fear.
  6. DragonHeir
    He does as recommended, flying upwards to regenerate his life force. He tosses random objects at the shadow as he recharges, trying to keep it off balance.
  7. DragonHeir
    Cole, bleeding moderately, tries in panic to determine if he should retreat or press the advantage.
  8. DragonHeir
    Was I confusing? I meant the same thing the original Narrators found. Accepting a bit more power, Rebus (prime) fixes his Author's poor communication, then creates incorporeal specters of the original visitors for good measure.
  9. DragonHeir
    Rebus Narrates the destination of the original Narrators into reappearing, perfectly depleting the Narrative power he’d been sent by the original.
  10. DragonHeir
    Cole rushes the core of the shadow with his frying pan and handsaw.
  11. DragonHeir
    “Interesting. You talk after; there are fewer arrows the less time this takes. Do you really think they would risk themselves for your leadership?” He gets ready to spring as subtlety as he can.
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    Rebus (prime) snaps back to reality. “I’d forgotten how that felt, without the Narrative connection. We needed a bottom for the bottomless pit, correct?” @Thee insane, apparently something called Balancium exists. @NameIess knows more about it than I do. I don’t think you’d have the two power sets, though. You’d likely get one hybrid set.
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    Meat spins around, surrounded in sparkles of his own. “It’s the end of the world as we know it, it’s the end!” He smiles even wider, baring too many teeth. “Reality is a fever dream now! It was bitten by a very large vanishing snake.” The train turns invisible, right on queue. “Anyway, I must be off. I need to take the stories before the lagomorphs!” He vanishes as well, a brightly colored grease fire in his place. Luckily, nothing else strange happens, other than a large section of the ground being pushed out of the way by the train’s slithering. @Aeoryi He nods, requesting, and being granted, the tiny amount of blanked Narration it requires. Then he freezes in time as his Author goes to sleep.
  14. DragonHeir
    Cole tries to meet it with the frying pan, adopting some decent anchoring footwork.
  15. DragonHeir
    Cole throws several grit clouds, his life energy beginning to run thin. Saving some to flee back into the sky, he charges the shadow with the frying pan.
  16. DragonHeir
    Meat leaps over, causally tossing a piano in the vague direction of Atlas. “Horrible? Well, I’ll grant you threeeee wishes to make up for it. And who’s Bacon?” “Well, a clever one. But I’m a clever two!” The fox leaps at the Scribe, freezes in mid-air, then is hurled to the side by an unseen force.
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    He smiles wider, and stretches a leg out much farther than he should be able to, scuttling sideways over to the Scribe. “Good answer! Gueeess what?! Laer ton er’uoy!” He cackles, handing the Scribe a bright green steak and a fox.
  18. DragonHeir
    Duhduh Duhduh Duhduh. Just as the first guitar riff is about to start, a train falls from the sky with the horrendous screeching of twisted metal. Charred meat falls from the upper cars of the miraculously balanced train, grease fires breaking out in some places. Meanwhile, the Macarena begins to play, distorted and slightly too slow. A man - recognizable as Bacon - leaps down from the engine car, strumming a baguette with a sandal. From it, the music, including the words, is emitted. This trails off at the bread fall limp and becomes a puddle that melts through the ground. “Welllllllcome to TLT!” the man cries out, his voice careening up and down the octave. He smiles broadly, eyes wide. “I’m Meat the Minstrel, and I’ll be your host today! Rate that summoning from i to Avagandro.”
  19. DragonHeir
    It seems so. You alternate rounds of blitz chess and boxing. Whoever wins the most is the victor. (Chess is very hard to play fast after you’re repeatedly punched, I bet.)
  20. DragonHeir
    Also, apologies for the delay. “All aboooard!” A voice cries out, and a demonic laugh echos around the group. Duhduh. Duhduh Duhduh Duhduh. Ay ay ay ay ay ay. A loud sizzle seems to come from all around, and there is a darkening, as if a cloud has covered the sun. Duhduh Duhduh Duhduh. He shakes his head. “I cannot do that right now. Would a platform serve?” It rewrites, in fresh ketchup “wohs eht ees emoc”.
  21. DragonHeir
    That is not what it says when you read it backwards.
  22. DragonHeir
    Cole quite logically throws the sword in that direction, keeping it steady with wind.
  23. DragonHeir
    You didn’t read it backwards right! Also, I called the Lady Bug thing, sort-of.
  24. DragonHeir
    Cole pulls an actual sword from his belt, then charges the shadow and swings at it with the frying pan. “I’m not giving you any pie!”
  25. DragonHeir
    Rebus (prime) holds up a hand, and a painfully bright light hovers above it so he can see (it’s a portal to a star, with force field containment, insulation, and dimming). “A well… Seeking more power can be a mark of either greed or true necessity, depending on the situation.” More papers fall. These say: “ESIRPRUS A STEG LLITS SEMIT EERHT BACON THE BARD YAS OT ENO TSRIF EHT NI MI TUB GNIHTEMOS DESSIM UOY”
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