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    Yup - even Rebus knows that offending Authors is a bad idea.
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    That was good - maybe over time, they’d trust him enough to let him walk around alone. Once he got to his room, Will read through the encyclopedia he had previously requested. Once he was done, he built a card house several stories up, then pulled out one crucial card, making it crumble.
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    Will did a mock salute and left, leading the way to his room - assuming the guard let him.
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    Speaking of which, do you know if that’s still happening? (Rebus was interfering there, too) Rebus nodded to Sandy, though for once he lacked much of the knowledge and preparation he’d been accustomed to. “Welcome to the Thread, Sanadanas. I am the ruler of much of it, and the holder of Antagonist. My name is Rebus.” That’s really cool, actually - both I and Rebus will investigate further, eventually. “Conquest is what I plan to reforge it as - a crusade feels less directed, less permanent, and hence less useful for the purposes I want to work towards. I will need a few pieces more, but I suspect I can procure them.” He can read the Thread - literally anything here he can know about. If you want me to wait, I can - once the crossover begins in earnest, though, Rebus is definitely getting involved. “And that you are astounded means I have the upper hand - arrogance and confidence are similar, but not the same.” Rebus reached out with a gauntlet aflame with Chaotic Order, though he did not stop attempting to get rid of the air around them. Rebus looked a little sheepish. “You were in pain and I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t see any other option, and I planned to find you as soon as I could.” Rebus frowned, realizing he had still dealt quite an emotional blow. It wasn’t too important, though - brilliant as the man was, Rebus didn’t need him at this stage. He wandered around the room, investigating various half-built devices. Rebus went to the place the rebel gods were, planning to fight them. Hence, I need a description of it. A Narrator is a being of Chaotic Order - creativity and creation, unchecked and wild. They can do almost anything (including break the fourth wall) and can only be countered by beings or objects of similar power (there’s more lore, but that should be sufficient for this). But yes, Asharak, not being a Narrator, could exit the Thread without punishment.
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    Alright - then it’s normal BftS stuff (so utterly overpowered chaos, with a dash of continuity - much like TLT of old). This will be fun… Narrators and maybe others can’t leave the Thread without being hunted down by Ennullers, I shall note. “I am no longer a stranger to darkness.” Rebus stayed where he was, but a cloud of utility fog left to reach this place. It moved with impressive speed, teleporting in more utility fog to telescope forwards. Rebus arrived at the boundary of the darkness, reforming his body out of the utility fog.
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    Will nodded. “Thank you. If I have any other suggestions, I’ll get them to you.”
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    The mistcorn, now reaching incredible levels of power, begin to plot with their future knowledge. I, meanwhile, am oblivious.
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    “I think I shall use a weapon fundamentally of Chaos for this task - emergence is something I am well familiar with, and bringing Order using Chaos… I like the idea.” Rebus floated slightly into the air, mostly for intimidation purposes - he was showing his readiness, visually representing his preparation that would otherwise go unseen. “Now then; where can they be found?” *evil laugh* but seriously, I do need someone to tell me more. There seems to have been some BFtS developments I have not heard about.
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    I, bewildered, almost go deal with the exotic physics shenanigans, but decide not to at the last minute and go back to watering my mistcorn.
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    I like worldbuilding as well, especially speculative bio and technology. I’m at camp, but when I return I shall certainly join in earnest.
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    Cursed Treasure, honestly not knowing what is happening, felt a combination of honored and bewildered. Rebus, on the other hand, grinned very wide. “A crossover, you say? Tell me more.”
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    You’re right, I suppose - there are enough Bondsmiths and Elantrians that they could die pretty easily. Still more steps to kill them than a normal person.
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    Light didn’t matter to much to Cursed Treasure - though Heir thought it maybe saw through other people’s eyes to perceive things other than souls and magic.
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    “You do?” Will asked, surprised. He had thought that would be language-and-knowledge-based, but perhaps the scientist had deemed it not to qualify. “May I meet the subject, if the test is functional?” Then he smiled, suddenly excited. “How reproducible are my modifications? If a number of people like me could memorize information and then share the knowledge at incredible speeds, we could have the greatest think tank ever seen.”
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    “That makes sense, though I don’t see exactly how it applies. Telepathy was my next proposition, if that is less broad.”
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    “Excellent,” said Rebus, smiling in a combination of legitimate happiness and evil mastermind smugness. “If you explain what is needed, I can provide aid.” Rebus grinned, glad to hear this. “I should return to my preparations, then.” Rebus smiled. “That is why I chose it as your potential role. I still have the pieces of Conquest - I plan to reforge it, and should you prove yourself, grant it to you.” Thank you. I’ve never really had a friend before. Yes, I think I would. Rebus took away its essence, leaving the actual sandwich - now dead, ashy, and soulless - where it was. It would be useful, Rebus thought. As for the Lost Page, it could be found other ways. Perhaps Fate would give him something - otherwise, Rebus might need to cheat. This didn’t work quite as well as one would expect - the area wasn’t mist, it was a magical effect that interfered with light, causing darkness indirectly. Should she try to move the magic, though, it worked relatively well - a slightly warm area of darkness that cast a mundane shadow broke off from the rest.
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    Will had left his paper behind, but he didn’t really need it. “I think there are a number of already existing experiments that warrant further investigation. The subject who knows all languages, for instance - if that can be generalized to, say, all scientific knowledge, the potential is incredible. Regeneration is the other focus I’ve had - medically, it would be incredible.”
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    Cursed Treasure’s whimpers stopped, replaced with a feeling of presence that hadn’t really been there before. You saved me! “It seems we are in agreement about many things. Affirmation that you wish to remain autonomous but part of my empire is all that will be needed.” Rebus looked out into the distance, at the greater Thread. “There is less resistance than I had thought.” “That is why I offered them the roles I did. You believe yourself to be stronger - if you have the raw power you claim, I could use a warrior to lead my armies.” He raised an eyebrow, not entirely confident in either Atredies’s power or his trustworthiness. “I would ask you to prove yourself.”
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    “Hello,” Will said, committing the person to memory as well - and noting that this person used his actual name to address him. “What do you wish to discuss?”
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    Rebus’s definition of important certainly counted him - he was being written by an Author, and that was enough. “Your world would be part of my empire - I would leave its state up to you, given its uniqueness, and give you a few planets I have already turned to nanomachines to govern and perhaps serve as god to. Your citizens would know who I am, and potentially - again, I am less likely to interfere with a unique world - would be given opportunities or obligations to help the empire as a whole. Your expectations, and rewards, would differ depending upon what role you desire - you could choose anything from giving up sovereignty to me completely, to remaining mostly independent, to serving as the ruler - under me - of many planets, to running a specific function throughout my entire empire.” Cursed Treasure continued to smoke, whimpering in Lezterp’s mind. The channel through which Lezterp had fed power in the past began to tug at him, needing a bond.
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    “I have seen a bit of that, though not your whole arc.” “Fael and Xanther are true Dragons, while Asharak and Mr. Whitlock work further behind the scenes. Nurgle’s servants have approached me - the plague god may become a vassal - and others also govern territory I have claimed.” “That tends to happen when you become relevant - there are many beings who can observe important events, and since you have recently become part of one they traveled to meet you.” “I understand on all counts.” Rebus smiled again - this was something he did often, for a variety of reasons. “There is a metal called Morditite - weapons forged from it inflict wounds that do not heal and can kill even that which does not die. I have some - it may be a method to truly defeat the gods that defy you.”
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    “I was a poor Avatar at the time - once I started to develop characterization, I realized I would cease to exist if that continued to be my personality and role. I changed myself, becoming closer to what I am today.” “I have two people already who could be thought of as Dragons. You could become my third, but I would like proof you are trustworthy.” “I disagree. This fight is predetermined - you should know that.” That was odd - Rebus was manipulating it manually, with nanomachines. Trying another tactic, he latched on to the fireball, stopping it in place and feeding it more power, filling the air with smoke. Rebus would not suffocate - Aeon might. The darkness was warm, for some reason - almost like a heat lamp. The shadow it cast was warm too, though that was still illuminated by other light. Rebus appeared, wearing his armor and crown. “I am not offended by truth, even if it is a criticism of my morality. I gave up the opportunity for a flawless public image when I claimed Antagonist.” He then turned to Axzi, the man some saw as a god. Rebus knew that experience, though at this point those who called him one were almost right. Rebus had a friendly smile, in contrast to the wickedly pointed and darkly glowing crown he worn. “As others have told you, I am not necessarily a good soul. That does not mean I will bring destruction, however; I consider myself intelligent, and bringing the downfall of one’s own domain is an action that does not befit that description. What I offer is power in exchange for swearing allegiance to me, and yet more resources should one wish to truly manage a section of my empire. Should a place I claim be unique and useful, I leave it as it is, while places that would be improved I have been transforming into nanomachines.” Cursed Treasure is a little broken at the moment - it basically needs to latch on to someone’s soul after what Rebus did.
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