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  1. Through the Living Heir
    Veer has a broken leg at probably at least one broken rib, but he gets to his feet, leaning heavily on both Tim and his magic. He gasps in pain as Tim incidentally touches his side. “Thank … you. I don’t … know … how to repay you.” @InfiniteInsanity, would you happen to be in the med wing?
  2. Through the Living Heir
    They form back into a dome, regaining control over the nodes they’d released. “Thank you. What is Andharik?”
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    Veer lays on the floor, groaning. Using his right arm, he pushes himself slightly upright. “We can bring him back to life, you know,” he guesses. “I will open that door, and you will bring me to the med wing. If you don’t, I’ll see what happens if I touch you with this.” He limply lifts his left arm in the air, showing the gray metal that had crept down it.
  4. Through the Living Heir
    Rust’s surface begins crawling with moving nodes, blinding them by obscuring their vision with other magnetic fields. “Poke me to tell me to stop.”
  5. Through the Living Heir
    “What? Didn’t we make these islands from scratch? Regardless, I should make sure this didn’t cause any problems.” Fourth appears to be slipping into his new role with ease.
  6. Through the Living Heir
    Fourth, now with Magic on his shoulder, storms into the GM control room. “What did you do!? Do you have any idea how much damage this will cause to our ecosystem!”
  7. Through the Living Heir
    Veer hovers in the air, metal creeping up his face and down his arm. Crying out from the mental effort, he gets the debris above him, then releases. In another explosion, the planks, stones, and bars blast away from him, destroying more ceiling. Then, he drops from the sky, bouncing around in an effort to slow himself with his power. He crashes to the ground in front of the cells, his leg at an odd angle. He groans. @SpiritOfWrath
  8. Through the Living Heir
    Rust physically gets in the way of the projectile, nodes spraying into the air from the impact. They link together in lines, pulling back into their main body. “I cannot see it. What do I do?”
  9. Through the Living Heir
    “I do not know how to do that, but I will try. Shall we go that way, with the planet life?” Rust points north.
  10. Through the Living Heir
    “If we’re testing a grenade, we shouldn’t throw it at a person. I’m not rebuilding your glasses if you get yourself broken.”
  11. Through the Living Heir
    “That stone? I will help you find it, and we can fix the world.”
  12. Through the Living Heir
    Rust beckons to the man, forming a hand and waving him over. “Do you want to come?” Rust also goes through the doorway. “This place is more alive, which is good. I am told that you need to use pieces of slightly alive food in order to figure out which way the life is.” They contract, thinking. “What should we do now?”
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    Cole sees, and understands, then doesn’t; such is the way of dreams. “Yes, freedom. How can reality, as it is, be free?”
  15. Through the Living Heir
    Rust finishes most of the platform edges, and most of the blade plant, but leaves the center and one branch in the midst of a pile of rust. “That will grow, I think. I will come with you now.” They are a bit larger, it seems, and move faster.
  16. Through the Living Heir
    Having clumsily sewn better wings from the tent, Cole goes to sleep and dreams of Madness.
  17. Through the Living Heir
    “I will come with you, once I finish my food. I wonder where this bird is from.” Rust begins to move back and forth, scraping rust off the platform so they can eat more of it. They break the blade plant off at its base and lay it flat, reducing the number of nodes needed to surround it.
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    “I do not understand that. The translator says it is a bird, but what does that mean? Does it need food too?” “I do not know. You said you were lost, and needed your world. I think the Idea can get you back.”
  19. Through the Living Heir
    “That is a good idea. I will give the living thought back this.” Rust moves over to the Idea, carrying the strange imitation of themselves. They lift it up - it isn’t even magnetic, so they have to build a tower under it, like a fountain lifting things into the air - and put it back in the Idea. May I have food and a plant? they think to it. The Idea forms a platform of iron on the ground near it. Sitting in the center of the platform is a branching structure of blade-like metal “leaves”, which twist around it in a way that seems to be organized. “Yay! Thank you, Idea.” Rust spreads out around the iron platform, and engulfs the Ferrian blade-plant, leaving a ball of nodes containing the two black speakers they had been given the only section not flat. Rust’s new communication node points out the bird to them. “Hello, small different-alive thing.” They stay on the platform, but move the ball of nodes acting as their “head” over to the bird.
  20. Through the Living Heir
    The swarm takes it, confused by how the metal is somehow floppy, and not falling apart like it should (this is akin to giving someone a small human shape made from meat and rubber; weird and not particularly edible). “I do not think I can eat this. Why do you think the alive thought had it? It does think to create, but why would it create this?” Rust puts the strange thing aside, deciding to address their new name. “You can call me Rust, I suppose. But rust means many things. Rust can be eating, food that is expiring, something that has been eaten, or perhaps what I am made from, although they are not quite the same. I will tell the translation node to tell it to me as ‘you’, because that makes more sense in my language.”
  21. Through the Living Heir
    The swarm grows leg-like appendages, alarmed. “What did you do?!”
  22. Through the Living Heir
    The Idea does whatever Adtae thinks it should in order to interact with him, then makes what he thinks alive metal should be.
  23. Through the Living Heir
    “Yes, I die like that, but in pieces. The part of me that knew my name is dead, now. You sound important; many very-not-alive people could be a problem.” The swarm contracts, thinking. “I may die, in a day, then die all the way, intelligence gone like you said, in another. If I choose some of me to die some of the way, I will last longer, but I need food. Food is metal, although I will need some of it to be alive, from where I come from.”
  24. Through the Living Heir
    Nick goes back to the other room, looking for hydrogen canisters to power the rifle. Nick, barely listening, raises an eyebrow. “You can raise AI from the dead?” “I don’t know. I think this was set up specifically for us, although apparently they can’t be bothered to find me a xenosuit seed.” “I don’t see one here, but I’ll synthesize one for you. Should take about an hour, now that I have the blueprint.”
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    “Yeah. I think you pull that bit out and then throw it.”
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