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  1. Through the Living Heir
    Rebus’s crown of darkly glowing metal - the Plotblade Antagonist, the certificate that he was the most threatening person in the Thread - sat on his head, upward points viciously sharp. “Antagonist is my Plotblade. You may know of them - they represent plot elements, and are powerful magic weapons. If you can confirm it is the weapon I need, that would fulfill the debt. If you agree, so do I.” Alright, then. Once this becomes a full-blown crossover, I predict it shall see much use.
  2. Through the Living Heir
    “There are four things I require - a piece of paper, written in gibberish and in Bacon’s possession; knowledge of its meaning, past what I already know; a weapon, of which Antagonist may be; and the assistance of an Author. I want you to find me one of these things, and confirm it will be of use.”
  3. Through the Living Heir
    “Your task?” Rebus asked, guessing it was the price but not sure. “Every promise I make is magically binding, but if you want additional assurances they can be provided.”
  4. Through the Living Heir
    Rebus chuckled. “The formality is both well put together and unnecessary. I can make the price be harmful neither primarily or secondarily - to have it be neither harm nor something that would directly cause harm.”
  5. Through the Living Heir
    “If but one of the characters stands against me, I will need to strive against them. Anything that could help me could be used for this purpose - there is no payment I could demand that truly fulfills your conditions.” ”I do. My Author, though, is having some trouble - that shall be rectified.”
  6. Through the Living Heir
    Invention watched the explosion, feeling helpless. The power, though, was… interested. Not in the destruction, but in the audacity, the creativity, such an action represented. Alph was terrifyingly unpredictable and alarmingly clever, but Virtuosity was less a problem. There were other reasons too - considering many options and many factors, Invention left Bit open to the ravages of the Invested supernova. It was barren, after all, and would be unharmed. The “barren” planet of Bit spun slowly (though for a planet it was fast, its day the same as that of Yolen’s), dust of blue-green metal (for that is the color of Laykium) beginning to form a line at the terminator. As the day went on, the dust followed the sunset and sunrise, brushing across the arid surface of the planet. The line grew thicker, any Laykium it passed joining the rotation. And Invention marveled at what their creation had done, beginning to fill with great excitement.
  7. Through the Living Heir
    I want to see what it tries, honestly - somehow it is growing on me. Rebus’s utility fog locked together into a sort of bubble, then expanded, causing a tremendous inrush of wind through the one opening. Any phantoms that escaped were picked off by more spears of utility fog, or laser beams they fired when even the range they had was exceeded. Rebus’s futuristic boots briefly loosened, but locked back together after a mere moment. Rebus nodded slowly. “If you advocate the same for Cypher, my conscience, if the tables are turned, I would accept.” It was a bet - if Rebus lost the duel, he would have to give up Antagonist. I shall note your pleading influenced me, Erryin. Nope. I thought it was a portal to BftS.
  8. Through the Living Heir
    Rebus blinked, having expected something quite different. He filed the design away, and had almost all the nanomachines there self destruct. Almost all. As for Authors, Rebus wanted them a little angry, but not too much. He was Antagonist, after all.
  9. Through the Living Heir
    “I win.” Rebus smiled in triumph, the smallest bit of sorrow in his eyes. “As promised, I shall prevent Parasite from abuse. Shall you fade from existence, or am I to kill you? I shall miss you, I think. We were friends, once.” I wonder what the Horror of Mischief regrets… And what tricks the two still have up their sleeves. Rebus seemed to explode, spikes of utility fog erupting from the air and skewering the phantoms. Rebus held the tiny crystal of Mordite in reserve, waiting to see if the phantoms would die. Very subtle. Rebus thought, directing the nanomachines to fully examine the machine. He supposed he had not taken any hint less overt.
  10. Through the Living Heir
    Oh no. Oh no. Rebus smiled, and spread his mind out over the nanomachines, both increasing his metal capacity and making it difficult to target the nanomachines without breaking Parisite's rules. "If you weren't trying to kill me, I would like you." he said, then applied all the extra mental processing to her nanomachines, increasing in capacity with every success. Rebus was on two levels, one still trapped in terrible limbo while the other - an emulation of his personality - continued to be present. He waited, both versions of him patent and resolute. Fun! Good thing you have to do the first two trials to get the this point, or there would be some really big problems. Remind me what the sprite was? Are you referring to Mischief?
  11. Through the Living Heir
    So were the personality emulations of the utility fog. They chittered among themselves, glad that having though about thinking about pretzels hadn't gotten them caught.
  12. Through the Living Heir
    That was good; there had been some concern that they would be caught due to thinking about pretzels. Uh oh.
  13. Through the Living Heir
    Rebus's utility fog stuck around, hoping Lezterp would not notice. Maybe? Isn't the worry that Yeah. The same thing they're trying to do to him he's doing to them, pelting them with sheer determination and refusal to break.
  14. Through the Living Heir
    Maybe - we'll find out. Rebus was suspicious, so it seemed as though nothing happened.
  15. Through the Living Heir
    Rebus was willing to wait. Yup.
  16. Through the Living Heir
    It is. It's the purple thing - the most terrifying version of Wrath there is. That was alright with Cursed Treasure. And with Rebus, who was already making plans to steal, copy, or use it.
  17. Through the Living Heir
    The mistcorn, since it is corn, doesn't really react. Plant and human timescales are very different. A-pewter, actually. Fullcorn is a far more alarming prospect. Wait a minute, isn't that me? Well, I was going to eat the mistcorn too, so I wouldn't be too mad.
  18. Through the Living Heir
    Rebus apologized for the confusion, and looked with interest at the mention of iritSp. Rebus was nowhere. Rebus did nothing. Rebus tried to- Rebus was nowhere. Rebus scoffed. But that was forgotten. Rebus was nowhere. "This isn't-" Rebus was nowhere. "-really-" Rebus was nowhere. "-your mind." Rebus was nowhere. Information, possibilities of action, spread out before him. And then his Author wrote nothing. "Not true-" Rebus was nowhere. Rebus did everything. Rebus, slowly, did only one thing. It was written. And the memories faded. Lingering echoes, though flickered still. Rebus watched Bat torture Symbol, watched himself beg Fate for help - the only time he had really been without a plan. He brushed them aside, his mind leaping into the phantoms, slamming them with sheer will, unwillingness to break. The memories flared back up, and Rebus was nowhere. And then he really was. Rebus altered his mind to deal with what it means to be continually trapped in my imagination, unable to do anything permanent. Of course, even then it's a terrible idea to telepathically connect to the embodiment to Misery. Rebus laughed. She had done exactly what he expected. And so he bridged the gap to her mind, linking the two of them together. Yeah - you could specify destination if you wanted, but any attempt to interact outside the Thread would have to be outside the thread. Rebus watched, legitimately interested by Taeidin's powers. Bacon the Bard has it, it think - it's also in Xino's blog, under Lost Pages. This was true. It was quite large now, and should one have made a map it would clearly be pretzel-shaped.
  19. Through the Living Heir
    I was thinking Progression, but that's already a surge, so Iteration or Improvement. Inspiration is also something that could work. Production, Standardization, Alteration, Creation, Contemplation, Adaptation (Invention-Ambition?)...
  20. Through the Living Heir
    Rebus, who could see in all directions via nanotech cameras tethered to his mind, saw the Horror quite quickly. Taking a guess, Rebus took his utility fog and altered the molecular composition of the cooking pan’s handle, making it slippery enough to be annoying, but not enough to be suspicious.
  21. Through the Living Heir
    I think so. The one from BftS. “Unfortunately, at the moment he seems to be outside the Thread.” Rebus smiled. “I doubt you can create Nullite, and even if you could you’d soon find your core destroyed by the reaction.” Rebus then slammed into her with a wave of utility fog, beginning to take over the nanomachines she had summoned. It was one of the useful things about liking one’s mind to technology.
  22. Through the Living Heir
    Thank you. This is one of the reasons Rebus is so friendly all the time - it makes it all the more frightening as he does something like this. Rebus smiled - he could do things with Betrayal. “I understand,” he said, referring to both. Rebus took the moving floor calmly, not breaking stride - he had trained for such things, and had it been combat he could have used the movement his advantage. The giggle was interesting - Madness, perhaps. Rebus might be able to see in the darkness - he’s kind of an out-of-context problem for the trials (which are really fun lore, by the way). Yeah, but unless the fictional character is going into actual real life, Sandy will be either in a thread, or offscreen. The Thread contains everything written here. If Alpha Centauri is canon, then Earth is canon, and hence we might be canon. Rebus, initially surprised by the violent reaction, clarified that he meant the planet being in his possession, not the character. *sad noises* Rebus brought physics to a slightly more realistic level, and the antimatter beam blew up in an impressive explosion upon contact with the air. Although even Rebus would be grievously injured by an antimatter explosion, the armor, darkness emitted by the Chaotic Order reaction, and Rebus’s normal nanotechnology were enough to leave him alive. His armor glowed white hot in places as his flesh (if it could be called that) knit back together. Reconsidering slightly, if it was actually an anti-matter beam, Rebus instead used portals to redirect it at Eon and continue the destruction of the air. Rebus was unperturbed by that, and unsure what Cep expected to gain. Rebus appeared, smiling. “Travel between realms? The only way I know about involves directly influencing the Authors to write you somewhere else, though Sandy seems to have another method.” Rebus smiled slightly. “I really was worried. I’m sorry I did it, though.” Rebus, liking awesome things, made sure to commit some of the more complete designs to memory.
  23. Through the Living Heir
    Rebus grinned at the new information. “Ordinary I would like you. I still might hire you.” Utility fog began to pry to armor off of the man, seeping between the gaps then yanking with strength to buckle any ordinary metal. “But for the time being, I wish to speak to the Lord of Darkness. I know you are the only way to get there, but I can also gouge out your brain and make it take me there without the rest of you following. I would advise compliance.” By this point, Rebus had much the same kind smile on his face as the other man had started this. He was perfectly calm and cheerful, like this was a common, polite interaction. Sandy can’t leave the Thread while remaining in this thread - the Thread expends to contain anything within the thread. Rereading, if Trisolaris is in BftS, it does work. I think moving between metafictional dimensions might take a few more degrees of freedom than string theory, but that’s all. He could do this on his own - the nanites can build teleporters and self-replicate (Rebus would still notice and could block it unless Asharak somehow hacked the nanites, but Asharak can do it). Rebus nodded. “That you shall have - several days of it till I next exist.” Rebus, since he had been going around conquering planets, decided to propose this one being in his possession. He knew the relevant Author could already read the thought, and could answer some questions about the implications if that was needed. I saw it, but I may not have responded. “As long as you honor the spirit of the agreement, that is a deal.” Rebus did not think it would be necessary to pursue this person - he would need someone to fight, after all.
  24. Through the Living Heir
    Alright, thanks. Rebus smiled, his viciously pointed crown glowing with darkness. “Exactly what it sounds like, more or less. It is a Plotblade - a symbol of my status of archvillain of the Thread.” In another time, supposedly, Rebus watched Sandy believe he was leaving. This was false, though Rebus did admire the use of fairly legitimate physics. Unfortunately for Sandy, much less legitimate physics reigned here - metaphysical and metafictional concepts held immense sway. Rebus nodded, searching for the specified man. He already had light sources, medical nanomachines, and weaponry precise enough it would serve as insecticide. As for Rebus’s resolve and wits, those were always his primary assets. Thank you for your assistance. “I possess them already - I will need to find a different Plotblade to alloy in.” Rebus looked off into the distance. “This can be your test - there are a number of Plotblades that could suffice.”
  25. Through the Living Heir
    Will’s card houses got more and more elaborate as he built them up and knocked them down. Only someone who examined it layer by layer would realize that the last one - the one he examined closely before toppling - represented the projected layout of the facility.
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