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  1. Through the Living Heir
    There don’t seem to be threats, unless you count the far away “sky people” vehicles. The whole place is less busy than it seems a structure this size would indicate.
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    Cole sighs, trying to think of a new person to talk to. Gathering the armor, he brings it back through the tunnel to use as proof of the Duke’s “death”.
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    “It will eventually kill me if nothing else does, but not today, I think. As for it getting here, I don’t know. It depends upon what is supposed to happen to get here - I’m not sure how it behaves if I’m in a physically inaccessible place.” The Render tries to use its magical tie to Kion to figure out where he is. The hologram projector turns back down to a reasonable brightness, and displays, “You’re a lot more fun than Bacon. I think my Author knows you, or has at least interacted with you however Authors do. Anyway, I was thinking we could leave some various magical and technological devices for people to find and misuse, like an adjustably insulated, shaded, and contained portal to a star.”
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    “Bird- Pyre, would you get off my head … please. You’re making me uncomfortable, and I would rather not drive us into a wall if I need to.”
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    The biologist sighs in relief, misunderstanding the explanation. “I’ll only have to put up with you three - four - no, three now for another ten or fifteen minutes. We’re almost there.”
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    Kion bristles, then realizes Perseus has no way to knowing the consequences of magic - other than potentially hearing his brief explanation to Moniker. “I will do as you ask, but I will only use magic if it is necessary - spells hasten my death and perhaps that of those around me. Thus, I had hoped for a spell with the highest impact for the least magic.”
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    “That is probably for the best. Trying out focuses, especially metaphysical ones, can result in some unpredictable effects.”
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    The biologist considers trying to get it off, but can’t think of anything that could work. There is nervousness in the biologist’s voice. “Pyre is a poetic name, for the red feathers, correct? Because this entire vehicle may go up in flames.”
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    Kion tries to get his attention. “The demons you mentioned; are they affected by religion? Because I have a focus that I think can radiate some sort of holiness.”
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    Kion thinks for a second. “So profanetion? That’s not a word - let’s see… desecration, perhaps? Although I cannot think of anything anyone would want to do with such a focus. The reverse, consecration, may have an effect if demons are effected by religion…”
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    Kion stares at the landscape, having never seen anything like it. “I’ll be on alert; if something attacks I can kill or stop it before it does. Other than the standard focuses - teleportation, obstruction, protection, construction, and the like - are there any sorts of words that would work well here?” "His Render?" Moni inspected Faunus quizzically. "Also, I haven't heard of any Narrators called Faunus. Are you new?" Kion sticks out his hand to shake. “Pleasure to make your acquaintance, even in such a strange place. I am a mage, which means - at least where I am from - that a collection of magic called a Render is strengthened by the spells I cast and attempts to kill me.” He isn’t sure what an Avatar is, but decides the answer is likely not important to the present moment.
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    “That sounds like a worthy goal. What do you need?” Kion looks around again, hoping to notice something, perhaps a description of the area around him.
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    “Wonderful.” grumbles Kion. “Why are you two here? And how did someone run a train line here?” Kion looks around for threats and notable features of Ragnarok, trying to see what he has to work with.
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    The biologist almost says something, but then Adtae disappears. “Regardless, do you know how the shadow man is doing that? And can you get this bird off my face!” The structure is a massive tube that slowly ramps up to the sky. It’s seemingly made from similar materials to the suit the two “sky people” were wearing, and their self-propelled wagon. The pillars holding it up are made of the same material, and are in triangular groups, crossed by supports made from the same material. At the point the Runway reaches the ground, a large circular structure can be seen. You can still see the car, barely, which implies that they’re close. And actually, there are a few similar cars around, leaving the round building in different directions.
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    Cole doesn’t want to be attacked underground, so he tries to reach out with his power and figure out where the air around him is and what it’s doing. He’d been telling air to move, earlier, which would be hard to do if he didn’t know where it was.
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    “I’m here because it’s of better use than running away continuously, and as Faunus said, I didn’t want to create people in crisis so I could do something good. Where exactly are we?” “It felt like what you meant. You Narrated something for me, and then was offended when I thought about using it for something useful.” You never know with TLT… but ok. The Render picks up dirt and rocks from the ground, and scrapes the rocks together as it walks, sharpening them. It probably wouldn’t help much, for its telekinesis was destructive on its own, and the Narrator was still protecting the mage. “Very well. If you don’t have a better idea, I’m off to cause trouble.” Rebus is surrounded in force field lines for a second, then disappears. “Does anyone need any trouble caused?” he asks the various Thread-aware beings who could notice.
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    Kion sighs again. “I’m sure she could, but unless you were standing on train tracks, you would be fine. I’m Kion, by the way.” Rebus’s hologram projector projects “got it!” as brightly as it can at the Scribe’s important papers, potentially doing just that. Then, Rebus and everyone else associated with his Author stop existing temporarily as I go to sleep. Good night.
  19. Through the Living Heir
    “Well, what should I trade for your tricks?” Rebus waves a hand, stabbing the monster he’d almost forgotten about with a spear of utility fog wrapped around some self replicating machines. They chew through it, then are teleported away to be called back later. Kion still appears resigned, and is perhaps less personal than he was previously. “I understand. I’ll remember magic means nothing to a Narrator, and they expect it continue to mean nothing to others. And apparently letting loose a relentless hunter means as little as capturing one. I’m surprised that the Render even could say it would behave.” The Render, lacking a body and wherever nowhere is, picks up some nothing from nowhere without making it something from somewhere. It would be make it harder to do that to it again, it thought. Then, it began to fly over the nowhere, for nowhere weighs nothing. Kion, a young man wearing practical if not quite modern clothes well suited for hiking, looks towards the front of the train in alarm, then looks at the infernal landscape in much more alarm. Kion sighs, having hoped that just maybe he’d stop being overshadowed. “That would be Faunus. My name is Kion. Who might you be?” Rebus decides to take a page - no pun intended - from the Scribe’s book and makes a small, floating object teleport into the room (the Scribe’s room). It projects a hologram, which says, “Good work by the way. B A C, O N T, H E T A X. Unfortunately, that only works with the Mikey Mouse theme if you squint at it hard. Anyway, I’m bored, any ideas?” Rebus makes a similar hologram projector by [your character, whose name I think is Asher]. “Of course not! Read the thread tags! But a Narrator or similar character would have to explain such things to you, and someone like the Scribe might feel a need to prevent their characters from hearing about it. For instance, you can pretend this never happened.”
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    Rebus tries to laugh, but can’t. His various nano-machines cut through the adhesive, and the tape falls off. “This, though, is rather funny. But I’ll stop. Any idea of something I could do?”
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    “Deluded shadow man said something about nobles, implying his society was feudal. I assume it has an actual name.” That is indeed fortunate. Contact with the air around here would not be good for him.
  22. Through the Living Heir
    PM the GMs: @Ookla the Grilled Cheese @Ookla the Ouroboros @Ookla the Interdimensional @Ookla the Mom Friend and myself, @Ookla the Inquisitive
  23. Through the Living Heir
    The man’s suit seems unpeckable. Unfortunately for him, it does seem quite flammable.
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    “Making you explode, or rather, trying to trick you into exploding? Yes. The lore is for three reasons: first, having sufficient foreshadowing so it’s known you’d explode without telling you outright while I summon you, second, Antimatterland gives me a convenient excuse to teleport antimatter around whenever I need it, and third, my Author talks too much and when writing, there’s nobody to tell him to stop, as evidenced by right now.” He shrugs. “Bacon the Tax Collector wasn’t nearly as interesting as I’d imagined from your show, anyway. Although I suppose that was exactly the reason you were so afraid of him.”
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    Arriving is taking a bit longer than anticipated. For as you get closer, the tower doesn’t. Rather than a moderately sized tower a moderate distance away, it is a massive tower much further away. The tower is tilted at about thirty degrees away from the ground, held up by thin struts. The top is perhaps a thousand feet from the ground, but the overall length of the superstructure is much more. The human biologist takes his hands off the wheel and turns around, smugness in his voice. “I assume you’re all from feudal shadowville, from the shocked looks on your faces. That’s the Runway.”
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