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  1. The dreamsmith smiled, picking up the tongs again. He pulled a glowing strand from Cricket as well, this one much larger than Rose’s. It also had more texture, a light-dampening filament weaving through it. Just as he had done with Rose, the dreamsmith placed the strand on his anvil and began to flatten it. “As I said, a masterwork needs three things. Material is the first; I can use more of your soul, since your unique state will prevent any harmful effects as you replenish what I have taken.” He began to cut the flat, glowing plate into several pieces, shaping them into armor plates - fusing them into cylinders of various sizes. “Next comes the form. As I said, this is very important. Should I taken the very same materials and shape them into something else, your tool would be very different.” He began to cool the armor, using a wooded rod soaked in water to shape the contours and pouring on more water to turn the piece of soul to metal. “Finally, a masterwork needs a name. I shall call your armor Sanctuary - it shall teleport much as you can, to protect yourself and others. Ordinary armor must have seams so it can be removed, but Sanctuary can teleport around you. It shall be light and strong, as well - though should you break it, reforging the metal will require a master smith skilled in magic; any other may mend a crack, but it shall thereafter be vulnerable until it is truly repaired.” The last piece of the armor was cooled, and Cricket could feel it in his mind, the same way he felt his ability to form portals. “We just left the castle,” Jack noted. What Haly said, and there are some giant bugs who are holding two people captive, and several crazy people trying to figure out why one of them sees hallucination orbs. “The feeling will pass - I’ve known especially large projects to leave people in bed for days, but I have been careful to use only what is needed. You will not need to command Involvement - it shall know when it is needed. I can give you a board to mount them on now, though anything you did not bring will not be able to leave this place.” Sagerian looked pleasantly surprised. “Thank you, sir.” “I do. Tam is gone. I would consider her dead. I’m sorry.” Rebus did look sad, though not very - more a disappointment of wasted time than any true grief.
  2. The dreamsmith picked up tongs that passed through her chest, fuzzing. He pulled out a glowing strand, tinged black at the edges. She could feel where it was, like a limb, but when he placed it on an anvil and began to hit it with a hammer, she didn’t feel anything. “A masterwork of my caliber requires three things. Firstly, the material; this pieced your soul. I have taken the least I can - you will need strength in the coming days, I suspect.” He separated the strand into several pieces, hammering it over a wedge in the anvil. “Secondly, the form.” He hammered each piece into a small disk, one side of it cooling into a metal that looked much like Nullite. “The form flows into function, and is the most important for determining use.” He finished the last disk, and arranged them in a circle. “Lastly, a true masterwork needs a name. This is Involvement.” The disks jumped into the air, hovering. “You are important to many events - these disks can know the way towards something important. They fly faster and longer when your destination is important, akin to one of the arts of Narrators, though they also may be used to lift objects and people. A board to place them on will be useful to you, so you may stand on them, but I have made these to be placed on any vehicle or object, though there is a limit to how much they can lift.” “Not especially. My friends know me - they want to hear of the world beyond our city.” “I can get many places, and Xanther does work with me. But I have bad news.”
  3. “Ah, that was the other strange thing about you. I’ve never worked on a Plotblade…” He paused. “I suppose you don’t want it damaged. But I can make you armor - draw upon your capacity as a teleporter, perhaps.” Ooh, that’s a good idea. The dreamsmith turned back to Rose. “I believe I know what to make for you. You have importance in your soul, and I can use it.” “Me? I’m looking to write for my memoir.” The room lightened a little, revealing Rebus’s silhouette, facing away from him in a chair that had not been there before. He spun around, a sorrowful look on his face.
  4. Ah. Sagerian thought the man looked a little familiar. “Hello. I’m Sagerian, and you are?” Having had an idea, Rebus crept back into the room with Bat as a near-invisible cloud of utility fog. Once he was in position, he shut off all the lights at once. “Yes. I can do that.” Hmmm… whip sword? The Dreamsmith nodded. “Few people ask for protection. You are wiser than most.”
  5. The Dreamsmith briefly placed his goggles over his eyes. “Yes, I can see that. It shouldn’t be a problem - in fact, it may improve the weapon I create. Do you have a specific request?”
  6. “You have come to the right place. I am one of the best smiths there are.” The Dreamsmith’s room brightened, revealing every material and tool Cricket could think of, from rocks to aerogel, from crude hammers to CNC machines. “I can make you a weapon, not from these materials, but from something you can take back with you; a piece of your very soul.”
  7. A man, with an aviator-goggle adorned top hat, looked up from stoking a furnace. He smiled, his jaw reflecting the firelight. “Welcome; congratulations on completely your trial. I am the Dreamsmith.”
  8. Will turned to him. “Get me other files - any experiment relating to healing or memory, please.”
  9. Will’s paper had dozens of ideas, written in deliberately-hard-to-read handwriting. He didn’t have any illusions as to the organization’s willingness to get rid of him as soon as he wasn’t useful.
  10. Now, mostly. Jack’s here, though I’ll have to hammer out my plot as we go. Jack looked puzzled. “Sir? Are you alright?” Rebus hadn’t been using Narration to teleport, but in order to end up somewhere dark and open enough to spin around dramatically he’d had to move around some utility fog before he could be teleported there. “Hello, Xanther. I do not need you, though I would not object to a conversation.” The Dreamsmith’s cave had light, now, an ajar door letting firelight through, leaving a streak of brightness on the floor.
  11. He took some paper from the desk, and began jotting down memory and healing-related propositions.
  12. By manage affairs, I mostly mean occasionally bothering people on Rebus’s behalf (though he’d probably do that anyway) so people don’t forget him. Rebus materialized somewhere nearby to Bat, and searched out a shadowy room. Sagerian stood at the ruined entrance to the Eternal Mountains, holding his book and wondering what had happened.
  13. That was odd, though not unhelpful. Perhaps that mechanism could be investigated further to get the memory manipulation off the ground. That was odd, though unhelpful.
  14. The man sounded nice. Will searched for his real name, and whether or not he had to relearn walking and language after he regenerated. @Spark of Hope
  15. Yeah, you’re right. Camp is not for several weeks - but yeah, now that Symbol has been brainwashed Rebus would pick Nemesis to manage his affairs. Do you want Rebus, Sagerian, or a character you give me to interact with Bat?
  16. Will checked to see if the man followed conservation of energy (because who knew, with this place), then flipped to the part on him, rather than the experiment.
  17. Will found that interesting, reading up on the mechanism and the required duration. The memory part was a problem, but perhaps…
  18. Tam is dead, plot-wise. She’s suffered the very fate Rebus has spent all this effort trying to avoid. Alright, that works. I think it was the Brave Adventurer (the new one, I guess?), or maybe the Great Wizard - if the former, that’s NameIess, but the latter might be Xino? I’ll be less likely to have a lot of time during the summer, given that I’ll be at camp for much of it - I think if you bring your phone you get an hour every couple of days to call home and stuff, and that’s it.
  19. That was the “jellyfish” experiment. Well, if he was expected to make recommendations, reading it would be helpful. He picked it up, and began to scan it for useful information.
  20. Alright. Glass is sick of him, but Rebus could show up, tell Bat that, and tell him Tam is "dead" because Bat is being boring. I can run stuff, if you want. I don't have a world at the moment, but I'm good at improvising. Yeah, he's definitely a support character, which works well. Rebus stood there, waiting for Cricket. Yeah, I know what you're talking about. I think if I go back to actually running multiple plots and not just having Rebus mess with everything, it may help.
  21. Will looked around for documents he thought he could read without being reprimanded.
  22. I think that is something that happens to all of us. I have been told to send a character to interact with Bat so you can get momentum going. I can either take some random townsperson, or have Sagerian get there somehow (or, if you have another idea, do that). Sagerian is literally just some guy with a book. He came from an early-industrial world, and left with some random magical visitor so he could write a book about the places beyond. He writes down the things that happen to him, and his singular ability is good problem solving - in a fight, he'd be obliterated (or run away). I did. Not quite enough, though - I'm hoping the weekend will give me a chance to offset the sleep debt I accrued this week. Thanks! Yeah... I think I can take over dreamsmithery, though maybe not the Dreamsmith himself. Actually... @TwinStorm Cricket and Rose's respective combat tests paused, and Rebus appeared. "The Dreamsmith is back, it seems. I can take you there, or Cricket can." It is, though Rebus helped build it, and Symbol had taken over and renovated the place. I'm not sure whose possession it is in now. And I can keep character development far away from you - Jack needs some, perhaps, but you're quite fun the way you are. Jack was a little confused by the man talking to himself. Of course, perhaps that was normal human behavior - it wasn't like he knew many. They want you to run some sort of storyline, presumably of your choice. I guess they don't think enough is happening (this may be true)? Unrelatedly, if you have/want to make a second character, I have a Rebus-related plotline I may start (Glass is quite understandably sick of him, and Haly is already in a plotline with me).
  23. Will stopped talking - he was being too bold, likely.
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