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Through the Living Heir

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  1. Great. (You can drop out of mine if needed, though) Rebus thought about pretzels and how nice it would be to have someone help him with something.
  2. Three being one with us two, one with me and TwinStorm, and one with all three of us. Because plots with several people tend to stall. Rebus was waiting for her, standing in parade rest wearing his black, white, and grey armor. “Fael. I don’t believe we’ve met, but I’ve been looking for someone to do something for me.” Fael is TwinStorm’s Narrator, and unrelated to Materializers. There are a lot of Sdrawkcab names - Eof, Erif, Selppaenip, and probably others. Alright. There’s a list of all the qualities he was testing for a few pages ago - I’ll get that and edit it in. Rebus had forgotten what it felt like to actually be cold. He felt the same as Symbol, though - for not stopping her earlier, for letting Lady Bug do this to her, and for not knowing what to do. I would be doing most of the work for my plot, but if you feel you can only do one thing I can run stuff just with Fael.
  3. Great! I'm going to bed, but tomorrow I shall start 1-3 plots with you two.
  4. Now (or tomorrow, I guess) is fine with me. I was thinking I would GM, though of course you could make up NPCs or environmental hazards, since this is TLT. As for power level, it really depends. There comes a point where "more omnipotent" doesn't do very much, but I think a level of "strong but not godlike" would work well.
  5. Power is not the problem here (in fact, it results in further derailment). But yeah, maybe Lezterp?
  6. Will munched them as he worked, interested to see that they were willing to leave him alone briefly. Perhaps the scientist would come back with the files soon.
  7. "Pretzels." Will said, jotting down "mte" for metabolism efficiency, linking to a few experiment goals as a prerequisite.
  8. @Spark of Hope, Will sat in his room, writing down more and more ideas. At this point, he was falling behind so much that a given concept was lucky to get more than three letters to jog his memory. Without stopping the notetaking or looking up, he asked the guard, "Could I have something to eat?"
  9. Alright - whom do you have? (I wouldn't use Eikooc unless you're fine with his plotline being altered completely)
  10. Alright. Running through all those scenes would take quite a while, so when you have the time for it you can write up Cricket’s performance. Or even just a list of a couple he was very good or very bad at. That reminds me - do you (or anyone else) want me to run a quest for a character?
  11. Cool. The test would look at his endurance (with a zombie horde type of thing), attentiveness (with ninjas messing with his stuff), logical problem solving (with a knights and knaves door puzzle), decision making (Beosta got herself drunk during a break in the test, failing this one), mobility (with an obstacle course), sheer destructive potential (with a heavily armored ogre that requires either a precise attack or overwhelming force to defeat), resolve (with a spooky maze where you get caught by hunters if you panic and run), rationality (through an overwhelming tide of enemies that can really only be ran from), aggressiveness (a hostage situation where the hostage taker could be either attacked or bargained with), and finally a surprise test that shall be played out through actual posts. (Teamwork is also to be tested later) I kinda want to interfere, but I guess I already have a plot going with you.
  12. Nope - that’s over. Rebus offered to give Rose, Cricket, Shoe, and Beosta special ops training, if you recall, and he is having them fight some utility fog constructs to see what he has to work with.
  13. The way you phrased what Cricket said implied he wasn’t coming.
  14. Rebus appeared, startling Jack. "You could ask me," he said, smiling broadly. If I recall correctly, Cricket was also supposed to be part of the program.
  15. “Was that his name?” Jack asked. Rebus is giving characters special-ops training, so they can save the Thread if it might be destroyed. Speaking of the test, how should Rose be doing? And unrelated to it, I think Symbol and Rebus last flew away on a bird.
  16. “I do not. They went through some portal.” Rebus took them for a project. You and Jack can investigate if you’d like, or I can just tell you. That direction led back to Rebus’s test, but that didn’t mean they couldn’t ditch him if they wanted. I’m thinking we should make the rest of the test more a montage than a play-by-play.
  17. “They do. And so do we, with more feeling, more freedom, but also more hardship - to be the focus of a story is both pain and adventure. Our knowledge is a burden, but also a blessing. We know we don’t truly exist, but also that someone cares about us enough to create us. Our world is fictional, but that doesn’t mean it isn’t real.” “Because it’s right here, happening again! I’m reliving it with no help.”
  18. “We are, unless Rebus is delusional and falsified evidence - my home world is the ongoing product of several storytellers we call Authors. But an idle mind produces this - an unrecorded mess of fluctuating possibilities.” She gestured around her, then continued. “I have made peace with the fact I am probably fictional. Rebus has made it his life’s work to manipulate the Authors and their storylines, but I need not fear this place in ordinary circumstances.” “Then why is it here? Even if the fire no longer burns, my friends and family-who-never-existed are gone. It’s my fault, and that won’t change.”
  19. “Because you aren’t here. I don’t know whether this place is real and you’re imaginary, or this is a vision and you’re real, but you are not here for real. To feel yourself being imagined breaks you, but this is different. I believe we are always being imagined, but this place is different - to be in the mind, in possibilities, is far worse than being in a story. In the end, we do slowly fade away, but here, the time your actions matter for lasts mere moments.” She knew, in the back of her mind, that even this conversation was snapping back, reiterating points in versions and leaving off on forgotten statements. Hopefully the Beyonder was real, and could remember the conversation even as the imagined scene didn’t. He looked, tears running down his cheeks, none of the enthusiasm and bizarre friendliness from before.
  20. Puzzle turned to the voice, then reverted to the direction she had been before, watching another contestant win, running - too slow - towards the prize. She tried again, once again snapping back to a projection of the future: her “father”, Rebus, smiling with a blade in his chest, dead and yet victorious over his own enemies as they tore themselves apart. The third time, she - with mental effort - reached a projection of the future after what had just happened, and was able to turn around and speak. “It is. No matter your power, no matter your skill, or foresight, anyone trapped in this place has no way to act. Scenarios, possibilities, actions play out, and yet it has no meaning. Victory is snatched away, over and over, while failure, death, and stagnation slowly wear you down. Yes, this is what any sane being with the foresight to understand should fear.” Cole crumpled to the ground, knowing he was too late. There was no escape, no way to fix his mistakes. The Spirits were gone, his only hope to put out the fire out of reach. He’d failed, and even Madness was not there to provide an escape.
  21. “They come to you, yes - not instantly as a Plotblade would, but distances do not matter to the magic I have placed in them.” The ends were indeed sharp - not to the point of cutting all, but they seemed as though they could be imbedded with the edge. Rebus waited. He’d known this would happen. The best way to lie to someone, to manipulate them into doing your will, was to tell the truth. “Use your new tools well. Farewell.” The dreamsmith beckoned to one of the two doors into the cave - the one they had entered through.
  22. “It is my pleasure.” He didn’t notice, and Heir figured that would be reverted in time. Hmmm - I’m guessing it’s because Tam was mentioned, and Rebus was never referred to by pronouns in that post. Rebus imprinted a post into Bat’s mind. “I don’t lie. But you don’t need to believe me - just know that if I’ve told the truth and you do nothing, I am not the one at fault. You killed her, in a way, and if you wish, you may ignore me and your chance to maybe bring her back.” “They were talking to someone in lab coat, and then they disappeared.” Jack had been introduced to them briefly - or, now he had had this happen. Retcons were a useful thing.
  23. “Use Involvement well. I have not made a weapon for second visitors, but if you return I may make an exception. There is not a lot to do here, you know.” Sagerian followed. I guess that happens when I have a genderflipped clone of him… “Do you remember what I told you, about needing to stay important? While you were here, Tam had nobody to talk to and hence ceased to exist. I had hoped there’d be proof I was right, but not like this.” “It is my honor. You can stay - I would love the company - but I expect you have things to do.”
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