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  1. Through the Living Heir
    Yeah, this does provide some accidental character development. In his world, which needs a name eventually, they’ll squeeze out every drop of use from magic, because it adds up to a life. “I know it can’t hurt you right now. Maybe it never can - I certainly hope so. But I’ve heard stories. A Render the size of a mountain - Delen the Clever had know exactly how to survive, but he walked out into the desert and let it kill him because it was crushing towns with each step. Lantic the Cowardly spent his life teleporting away over and over, until his Render moved with the sound of a cracking whip, then too fast to see, and finally it crossed an entire country in a line of fire and struck Lantic down before he could escape.” He shudders, imagining dying that suddenly and violently. “The longer I survive, the stronger the thing gets. Different spells do different things to it - we know that much - and I have reasons to cast spells here that nobody would ever think to use. Maybe you can fight a monster the size of a mountain, or one that moves fast enough to set the air on fire. But it got out of that box Sequence put it in, and that’s before I’ll end up strengthening it with whatever I do. I don’t think a Narrator can kill it for good; we’ve tried spells like obliteration or annihilation, and all they do is destroy the objects it uses as its body. So I don’t know. I’ll stay here - no reason to waste magic - but once we get there, if you want me to, I will take my leave, spend my life helping people, and die before I can make a true monster.” He looks resigned, certain that this will be his path. The Render’s train ride thus far is much less eventful. It takes up two seats, and its wings reach into several more, but few people are brave enough to even be in the same car as it - even in a world this strange, the amount of seemingly accidental damage it’s done to its seat is alarming. It systematically bends, breaks, and sharpens the metal that makes up its body into the shapes it needs, not really knowing anything else to do while waiting. “That’s how this happened in the first place, remember? But I think we’re even now, and it seems even my new idea got no-selled. Maybe I should talk to that Scribe person, or explain my schemes beforehand so I can appeal to your Author’s sense of humor.”
  2. Through the Living Heir
    I think I spent too long writing Rebus. Now that I think about it, that is not really something Kion would do, or even know how to do. But no retconning for me, I’ll roll with it! Kion shrinks backwards, but his voice is loud and defensive. “I felt useless! I still feel useless! But I know what I can do, and I want to make the most of it. If you would like to stop people from using the power you can give freely, so be it! I’ll get there myself and help people. I’ll die sooner, but at least I’ll die knowing I gave the power I had away to help others! If you’d like to go around, not using your magic to its full effect because you have just so much of it, that’s fine!” His voice breaks, and much of the rage goes out of it. “It’s not fine. I’m sorry. I’m just scared. Still. But it still stands. If you want to take your leave, I might feel better, knowing that if I die from my Render, it’s not because someone else could have done it. And that if someone else dies from my Render, at least it won’t be you, when you could still be helping people.”
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    Rebus has an idea, and teleports a copy of himself into the orbiting train. “Bacon the Bard, Bacon the Bard, Bacon the Bard.” At the same time, the Rebus down on the planet continues talking. “So you mean some people here will be fine with pranks in some ways but not in others? Any examples?”
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    Rebus shrugs. “I suppose so, if you won’t explode for me. There’s still the monster and I think I summoned you earlier, by saying Bacon the Bard, Bacon the Bard, Bacon the Bard, so we can deal with that, I suppose. Any suggestions of people I can mess with that will take it well, can survive being killed, and won’t no-sell whatever it is I do? I bet I can figure out something eventually - I hear it’s happened in the past.” Kion nods, settling into his seat and checking that his coat, boots, and supplies are intact. Hopefully, the way Faunus had done it meant he could acquire items he needed and had reason to have, as long as he didn’t pay too much attention to the exact contents of his things. The Render clomps up to an ATM Faunus had missed while reverting the place, and touches it. Now part of its body, the Render can make it spit out money without it being paid for. Looking over the train map, it pays for a ticket that will bring it towards Kion, inadvertently getting a decent discount from the terrified cashier. Rebus decides he doesn’t need to convince anyone, and decides to turn his effort to the duel tasks at hand. “There was that apocalypse plot with the dead person, the other dead person, and the supposedly dead person. That sounds like people that need help to me, and conveniently requires you to increase the technology level of your train. I think their technology is powered by magic, if it makes you feel better. Something about dragon blood, I think?” He also pulls up a Thread-related database on an unspecified futuristic interface, then scrolls through it for ideas, wondering if Bacon even pays attention to what he’s doing anywhere else.
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    When Bacon appears, Rebus begins to laugh harder and freezes time - or rather Narrates things into less time than they should take, so he can fit in his monologue. “My foreshadowing, of course! I was going to Bacon the Bard, Bacon the Bard, Bacon the Bard you once there were some things in the way, so you didn’t know what was going on here, but it worked anyway!” Rebus’s utility fog closes around the two scientists on the empty wasteland, for they are the only things in the place that need protecting from what is about to happen. “There was going to be a monster threatening Antimatterland, but you noticed me before I got around to it. Actually…” A very large but very slow monster appears close by, though it moves too slow to threaten them in a reasonable amount of time. “There we go! The scientists wanted our plastic so they could fight it. I hope the death a copy doesn’t harm you, because as you may know, Antimatterland is made from antimatter. Thus, here you behave like antimatter in a normal matter environment. Under you-don’t-fall-till-you-look-down logic, you should explode … now.” The utility fog around Rebus and the two scientists flips to mirrored to protect them from the blast. The Render goes to buy a ticket, or rather to intimidate and/or stow its way onto the correct train, for it does not have any money.
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    The driver is driving, of course. The Vvondin, in the front seat, is checking through some containers stowed up there and seemingly not paying attention to you.
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    “That is hard for me to do, but humans have more steps when they communicate. Although I have to do many steps to talk to humans, and the other kinds of sky people.”
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    Rust tries to emulate the human gesture of shaking their head, but ends up merely twisting back and forth. “They are sky people, so they are from the sky, or somewhere in the sky. But that is where they live right now, I think.”
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    Kion smiles. “Caring is important, and I hope you - and me, for that matter - stay that way. Speaking of which, we’re not going to create anyone who needs our help, so does that mean we’ll show up with by some other Thread focuses? By which I mean people the words seem to follow, even if they’re not Narrators.” Rebus, finishing his negotiation with the Antimatterlanders, concedes the point. “I wasn’t saying those things had no worth. At least until I stop being a complete Author expy, I love fantasy and play D&D. But I think the Thread is a bit oversaturated with pure fantasy, and mixing magic with technology is both cool and powerful.” He gestures around himself to the antimatter planet and the force fields he’d wrapped around himself, the antimatter utility fog he’d narrated, and the flying train, high above him. “None of this would have been possible without both magic and technology. And I’m going to make it even better in a few minutes, once I can hide this part from Bacon.” He snickers, imagining what is to come. As a consequence of Kion’s Narrator spell stunt (and of course, attempting and failing badly to fight Sequence), the Render is a bit Thread aware. “Where is the conductor, then? You will make one for me, or I will drive the train myself. Wait. You can just bring me to my quarry directly. The other Narrator did not wish to do that. There is probably a train station, can you put me there?”
  10. Through the Living Heir
    Cole grins. “Cool, armor. We killed the Rage soldiers when they backstabbed us - I think murderousness is a side effect of being filled with Rage, so you can come out for now. I want to talk to you, on behalf of myself and potentially Freedom. I might also borrow your armor to use as proof you’re dead, and also because it’s cool. No pun intended.”
  11. Through the Living Heir
    The tower does nothing alarming, although it looks quite out of place in the sky there. Rust expands, excited. “That is very very alive. It was not there the last time I was here. I wonder what it is for.”
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    Cole runs for some fifty feet through the tunnel.
  13. Through the Living Heir
    Without asking you it, nobody answers your question. The car keeps driving for around half an hour before a sort of diagonal tower comes into view on the horizon. @Ookla the Mom Friend @Ookla the Inconclusive
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    Cole semi-surreptitiously does as he is told.
  15. Through the Living Heir
    Kion looks at her strangely. “You can use magic - or Narration, which is different I suppose - by accident? Maybe I am better off with my powers.” Imagine if I made things happen by worrying about them. The Render would be on me in a heartbeat. “But the outfit works, I suppose. I don’t know how practical it truly is, but you don’t really have to care, do you?” Rebus counters that if swords and horses are cool, laser swords and robot horses are cooler. Or laser horses and robot swords, for that matter. Wrapping himself in the proper force fields, he descends to Antimatterland and begins the negotiations for antimatter plastic trash in exchange for matter plastic trash. Trellin, perhaps, appears on a train. A winged figure made from twisted metal has just ripped a decent portion of the wall off, balling it up into a piece of torso and stepping inside. “Hello. Are you the conductor? Your tracks ahead are damaged because I made my body from them. Please turn the train around and go a different way so I can hunt my quarry.”
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    "Ah, but we have to be sneaky about it! And I for one don't know how to find him."
  17. Through the Living Heir
    "There are a lot of them around, if I recall correctly." Should I just mention the Stone outright? Do we have any leverage?
  18. Through the Living Heir
    "Great! I'll be stealthy, But not right now!" How do I even talk to Intellect? The cold powers seem useful, if that's the only way.
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    "Oh, yeah, I remember that. Where is it?" Cole 'sneaks' away so he can't be heard. "Wait, do I actually have to talk to you?"
  20. Through the Living Heir
    Cole grins. "That sounds fun! What is it?" "I can do it! How about two worse coats?" He once again proffers the cloaks the Rage soldiers had.
  21. Through the Living Heir
    "He's dead, remember?" Cole says, winking excessively.
  22. Through the Living Heir
    One day while I was rather tired (I think I’d done a hard swim work out) I came up with an “ingenious” method of propulsion for Rosharian aircraft. If you had two soulcasters (probably Radiant ones) on your ship, one in the front could soulcast air into osmium, creating a vacuum and reducing friction, while the one at the back could take that osmium and soulcast it back into air, causing a pressure differential that could be used for propulsion. I felt very clever for a few minutes, then realize I was being stupid and a single Windrunner could do so much better. To salvage my proposal, I considered that this method could potentially act as maneuvering thrusters that provide faster acceleration than a single Lashing would. How well does this work, do you think? Is there a better way to use the soulcasting pressure effects?
  23. Through the Living Heir
    Kion smiles back, spending a second a bit mushy feeling before realizing their train might leave without them. “Shall we go, my lady?” he asks with an elaborate bow, going for an over-the-top middle age etiquette voice. He’s from much later, technologically, and he’s heard enough about his world’s equivalent to make fun of it a bit. Rebus grumbles about period accuracy and horrible plagues, rambles about societal effects of magic and deconstructions, comments on how medieval paintings of cats are hilariously awful, notes that some styles - such as the futuristic - look better in related backgrounds, complains that he doesn’t want to control the conductor because then he’d be stuck talking to himself, and otherwise conveys lots of information to watching Narrators without having to write actual dialogue. He then makes sure his orbiting train is airtight and in geosynchronous orbit above Antimatterland, because other countries on the antimatter planet are less accepting of people effectively made of explosives in their airspace.
  24. Through the Living Heir
    Cole takes a scorched Rage cloak, and uses it to wipe the blood off him and his stuff. “Anybody know who’s in charge now? Since I ‘killed’ the Duke, is it me?”
  25. Through the Living Heir
    Kion laughs. "Well, it's better than trusting that guy. Did you see his outfit?" Rebus had been wearing a very futuristic looking outfit, sleek black and light grey with neon orange highlights. Although not awful, it was like something out of Tron, or perhaps a clothing equivalent of the Aperture portal gun. To a mid-second-industrial-revolution dweller, it looked ridiculous. Rebus, for his part, decides he can help the Render along after all. Certainly not motivated by the insult, he has a new train come through and collide with the Render as the conductor cannot stop it fast enough. Stretching to maintain its grip on the metal it'd gathered, it pulls back together and casually rips off a section of the front car wall, balling it up into a torso section as it steps inside. "Your tracks are damaged ahead. I would like you to turn around and head to a different station. May I have a map?" It fully knows the emotional effect of an angel made from twisted, razor sharp pieces of metal tearing its way into your room, and plans to milk it to the greatest possible extent. I should get off the shard now. Good night, if the time zones are as such.
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