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  1. Through the Living Heir
    Narration, Shaping, Abstraction, Prismite, and Nullite, in a process that required pretty intensive Metaphysics knowledge. You could make it other ways (Nameless’s essence-changing medallion comes to mind), but it’s much easier to use itself to make more. (Alternately, if you were asking about the name, ase is the suffix for enzymes and occasionally other catalysts) Yeah, I’m pretty sure it would either implode or explode unless you managed to put all four together to make balancium. Yeah, that’s how I feel it should work.
  2. Through the Living Heir
    Usually, they do - one of the ways to mix them is Combinase (or whatever we’ll call it), but the material is unstable, and can only be retained by using itself to make more of itself before it falls apart. Yeah - all the weirder combinations feel like they should be dangerous, unstable, practically useless, or all three. (Rebus’s is definitely the first two, and much less useful than Narration, though it has some useful applications for someone who can already do most things Narration can) Yeah, the material quite aggressively separates into its parts, though since they’re Light and Dark is removed, it just makes Chaos and Order (all four of those parts aren’t stabilized, so they make lowercase light, dark, chaos, and order when they are released). Yeah, I think the Thread was of Prismite, canon and the rules of Luxite, site rules of Nullite, and maybe something of Mordite. “Very well. There’s someone around who I’m supposed to talk to…” “Well then, may I have this dance?” Rebus was grinning. Jack accepted it. “I suppose I could use an oiling, though I don’t have time for that now.” Which was which one?
  3. Through the Living Heir
    Uh, but me, Platypus, and whoever invented Balancium already have. We’d need some manner of retconning and modification, and an agreement between many Authors, but I think it can work. Characters are of Chaotic Light, apparently. It’s very faint, but since writing things is creative, most things the Authors make is slightly Chaotic Light.
  4. Through the Living Heir
    I believe at the moment it says something like “some people think that the Shapers are fundamental and represent the center of the axes, but many are skeptical. Only time (and an agreement between the Authors) will tell”. Actually, if it doesn’t say that, I might make it say that. If that was the case, they’d need to continually acquire Nullite and Prismite or they’d permanently lose their powers.
  5. Through the Living Heir
    There is, but it’s very unfinished at the moment. I’m thinking of making an orientation page. When posting, bold text you want to be canon. A random guy - whose name happened to be Everet - wearing a cape wandered around looking for someone to talk to.
  6. Through the Living Heir
    Every one of them was completely destroyed in order to seal the Witherlord. Whereas borrowing a Luxsprite will only remove one Narrator from existence, and it’d be an old one rather than the new ones (although Bacon might have been a Luxsprite, which could be bad).
  7. Through the Living Heir
    “I haven’t really been to parties before - perhaps we should ask someone.” No, certainly not. If you accidentally take the Skeins out of history, the Witherlord would have never been sealed away, and the present day Thread would probably be a lifeless void.
  8. Through the Living Heir
    Just like how not every Chaotic Dark entity is a basic withergiest, there were some Witherlord equivalents for Ordered Light. The Skeins were masses of power that could be used to perform acts of Ordered Light. (Rebus actually theorized that each Essence could have a withergeist equivalent, a Fallen equivalent - the basic Entities for the other Essences, and a Witherlord equivalent) “Very well. What is one to do at a party?”
  9. Through the Living Heir
    Rebus made a simple program to do the latter, since the compound had a tendency to destroy Nullite if it touched it and Prismite. Rebus was glad that was the case, for the sake of whoever would have had to classify what he planned to become. Rebus saved that, since he hadn’t actually made the organization yet. Back at the party, Meat the Minstrel noticed Bacon, and his jaw dropped. It punched through the ground, causing a small volcano that Whan lay down next to and some guy - maybe not even out of high school - began roasting marshmallows over. Jack seemed confused. “Thread Awareness? Noromyxo?” Note - you do not want to try putting the Witherlord in a Luxite box. It will kill you. Sealing it away in the first place killed the Skiens - the most powerful Ordered Light entities there have ever been. “I’m aware. I built some of it.” Rebus had meant a false sense of security about him. And Rebus appeared in the spotlight, flashing a dazzling smile. And he was wearing a tuxedo, with a bright orange tie. “I did tell you I wanted to make a dramatic entrance.” Jack, being a clockwork automaton, had little use for drinks and politely declined. Stopping time, or filling out paperwork?
  10. Through the Living Heir
    "I would agree." Rebus led her towards the dance floor, then stopped just inside the threshold and snapped his fingers. The crystals stopped doing what they were supposed to, and instead made a circle of light - almost a spotlight - in the center of the dance floor. While Symbol's back was turned, Rebus disappeared into the crowd. But what was that he had been talking about earlier... The Rebus in armor - who was there to represent his reputation and further his current villainous goals - raised an eyebrow. He didn't speak, though - perhaps a false sense of security could help him. "I am here, and excited? But also confused - this place is bewildering. My name is Jack, and it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance." The orb tried, addressing questions and archiving facts as fast as it could. They were too fast though, too overwhelming. The orb mentally curled up, trying to make the torrent go away. It didn't - the pressure was building. The orb let out a mental cry- and stopped time. The questions were frozen. The cascade of facts had paused. The orb paused, glad for the escape from the endless messages, then it picked one and answered it. It took every message it received, answered them or addressed them elsewhere, then placed them in a queue. When everything was done, it stopped Ennulling its passage of time and returned to standard operation. As it began to run out of space again, accumulating backlog, it stopped time once again and addressed excess messages. Among these messages was an interesting one. The orb sent it to a senior Ennuller bureaucrat, for there was no protocol for it. This message was a fairly odd sequence of paperwork making liberal use of the "other" checkbox, and conveyed, in summery, the following:
  11. Through the Living Heir
    The orb shifted into a higher focus, splitting its thoughts. One of those thoughts was simply (huh, I can do that?) <Clarify!> <Threads? Archive!> <Answer, unknown, rephrase, answer!> Rebus, wearing sleek armor patterned in greyscale and pulsing with purple lines of light, strode over. “I wouldn’t be so sure.”
  12. Through the Living Heir
    Rebus smiled. “Excellent - shall we go inside?” Wait, is this same clone she was talking with earlier, or is it the one that was fighting Platypus? The former is wearing his normal lab coat, accented green, while the latter is in armor, accented purple. Wait, why do you want it to avoid the wrong hands? There’s much more plot to be had if it ends up in them. Especially if they feel very bad about it once they stop being corrupted. A metal guy in a suit and top hat wandered over to Muin. “How are you, sir?”
  13. Through the Living Heir
    Action 3: Follow up on the investigation results, investigating the soil and ring radiation for its possible mechanism, its effect on the local life, and its potential applications. Devote as many resources as necessary - there’s no need to stop being a research vessel, even if there is no longer a vessel. Action 4: watch natural patterns to determine what location for more buildings would have the least impact on the ecosystem - oh yeah, and then build them. An amphitheater/lecture hall, a common area, more rooms, a lab, and more food production, primarily.
  14. Through the Living Heir
    The Render reach out and touched them. They moved into its body, splintered into razor-sharp shards, and pushed out several random rocks, which it deposited on Taeidin’s hand. “Ah, but I didn’t know that. The last time my Author had checked, it’d just hit 4000, but he hadn’t had time to write. I am not the me you should be bothering - I’m waiting for time for drama.” It was shorthand descriptions of nearly everything strange Sagerian was able to see, and the notebook was a good third of the way through.
  15. Through the Living Heir
    The Render pivoted to look at it. “I am not causing violence. If someone were to step on a toe, would it be violence?” Meat acquired some more eyes, and looked back. There are two. I predict confusion.
  16. Through the Living Heir
    *Lunges forwards and catches it* Said creature-causing-a-field-of-darkness appeared as well, though folding a piece of paper was rather difficult. The orb paused. <I am your directions now. I will fill the gap. Specs?> Fell O lunatic, in case you were wondering. The Render stopped, pivoting its “face” towards him. It was, at the moment, best described as a pile of dirt and rocks in the shape of a large, crude humanoid. “I cannot do this without a replacement. Metal would be best, but your bones will suffice.”
  17. Through the Living Heir
    Meat the Minstrel appeared directly in his path, bursting into room-temperature, colorful flames and hence avoiding being knocked over. “Ah! Did I drop some moon vowels?” The Render has existed since page 2980ish, actually. The Render, a humanoid mass of floating objects, wandered off to go find some plates to eat so it could get a little sharper. It slowly left behind a trail of dirt, and each time it moved there was the sound of grinding rocks. “Hello, Symbol.” Rebus grinned. “Happy 4000 pages - I was getting a little worried myself.” Most of the people enthusiastically greeted her back. Sagerian barely noticed - he was too busy writing down all of the strange sights.
  18. Through the Living Heir
    <status?> “Many things. I’ll catch you up later, perhaps.” He accepted an invitation, still wearing his armor, though he paused to modify it a bit, adding glowing purple lines and stylish blocks of black, white, and grey. Rebus was already wandering around the castle, though for some reason he changed the highlights on his clothes to green rather than orange. The Render accepted an invitation, glad to finally get out of that frustratingly endless grassland. Sagerian also accepted an invitation, as did Jack and Everet. Several more people also accepted the invitation, though they would remain anonymous for the time being, since Heir hadn’t decided which ones they should be. Uh huh. There will certainly be no problems with that floating around, will there… I’m just imagining what would happen if some of the really OP characters ended up with it.
  19. Through the Living Heir
    “Good luck. I shall see you soon.” Rebus considered gathering the crystals so he could give them back later, but decided against it. I feel like it makes more sense for it to lie in the center of the axes than it does for it to somehow be unrelated but still fundamental. That would have the properties you want, I feel. The Shapers, though, have obviously been tipped towards Chaotic Darkness, and the Fragment of Corruption even more so. A desire to destroy everything is the very definition of Chaotic Darkness. The orb tried to figure out how to interface with them. “My apologies, Bacon.” Rebus looked not very apologetic. “Platypus made what I believe is Pure Darkness, and teleported it in front of every Narrator. It destroys Plotblades - I needed to borrow yours because mine was already used up in doing so.”
  20. Through the Living Heir
    Huh. I may go read some more of the archives to see if I can surpass your knowledge. Rebus nodded. “I understand. Sometimes I wish I could forget it myself - that is another reason to be careful with the Narrator core. You’d have to make yourself aware on purpose - since Chaotic Light and Thread Perception isn’t exactly the same thing, but if it is so ingrained into your memory, it might only take a single lapse of your thoughts to make you know.” Speaking of the lore, I’m not sure where smokite actually fits in the axes - maybe it’s supposed to be completely blank and meld to whatever it needs to be, but the Corruption has tipped it towards Chaotic Darkness.
  21. Through the Living Heir
    It “burnt” away a little bit of the Narration in her fingertips, but nothing else seemed to happen. Then she became more - more aware of the Thread, of others, of herself, of her mind, of language, of patterns; the leaves moving in the wind, the dirt underfoot and the shapes it made, the clouds in the sky, the beating of her heart, the moment of the people around her. All these things matched up, aligned, somehow fit the same formula- and then one of the robotic arms Rebus had set up fell over and hit him, knocking the torch away. Rebus brushed himself off, made the machine get off of him, and ensured the reaction was still going. “That was odd. I think that the last portion was a buildup of Chaos - are you all right? Every bit of utility fog in that thing’s path just went offline at once - so I supposed it could also be Order. Or I guess the point is that it’s both.” “You knew him - he was your friend, wasn’t he?” Rebus said. Xino was viewing the Thread recently, I think. He didn’t do anything, though.
  22. Through the Living Heir
    Thank you. I like to think my ideas are good, even if my communication isn’t. Rebus grinned. “It worked. I made Ordered Chaos - the Light and Darkness bleed off as light and darkness, and the Ordered Chaos combines the Order and Chaos to make more. I’ve been thinking of it a bit like fire. You need fuel,” he put out a hand, and a sort of torch made from Nullite was teleported to it, “a plentiful material for it to react with,” he waved a hand, throwing off a stream of Narration, “and a spark - which you provided, and now I can keep burning.” He touched the torch to the experiment, and the reaction spread onto it, sucking up the Narration Rebus fed it and combining it with the Nullite. The surface turned grey, pockets of a lighter and a darker shade growing and shrinking as the Nullite “burned”, while wisps of glowing light or obscuring darkness rose off of it. “I have not decided yet. Ordered Chaos - or I suppose, Chaotic Order - is the scientific definition, but a name for the metal - and eventually, the being - is not something I have decided on. Emergence, fractals, paradoxes, counter-intuitive states, recursion, metaphorical burning, categories and patterns from randomness, seeming randomness from patterns, instability, emulsification, self-propagation… there’s a lot to work with, but nothing that comes to mind as first - most important, best to name it. We could name it with emergence, I suppose. Keep changing what we call it until one thing catches on.” Well, if @Immortal Platypus gives me a more thorough explanation, I could do it. That’d also keep Rebus away, which I think many people would appreciate. I’m more active, and I think I can be fair and do it justice if I’m given the necessary context.
  23. Through the Living Heir
    He got Muin’s “help”, which let him use Muin’s powers to prevent the metals from doing what they were supposed to (which would be repelling each other). They combined, bleeding off the Light and Darkness as mundane photons and destruction of photons. Then he used that material as an emulsifier itself, making a more stable combination (which will keep decomposing, but it will also continue combining the metals). He’s got a couple more steps to go through, though. Yeah, they’re fun. I think I’ve got a much better grasp of how things should work, simply through explaining them. I’m kinda sad I missed that Nullite discussion earlier. Ordered Chaos cannot exist naturally, but one of the things it can do is amplify counterintuitive interactions (thanks to emergence). One of those interaction is its own creation, so it can make more of itself given the correct materials. Take fire as an example - I would quite logically be shocked if some guy hit a rock with a metal rod and suddenly made a big glowing thing, but I’d be far less shocked if someone took said rock and metal rod - flint/quartz and steel - and used it to start a small fire, then light a large fire. Muin’s powers were a metaphorical fire starter, making an initial “flame” in the form of the first portion he merged. That combined more Nullite and Prismite before Rebus dropped the power and it decomposed into Order and Chaos. Said paradoxium(or whatever we end up calling it) will continue decomposing, but it can combine more Nullite and Prismite before it does, making the reaction stable in the short term.
  24. Through the Living Heir
    @Bird Furious The robotic arms touched the two metals together, and Rebus stepped up to them, touching the connection point. He kept his hand still, though the Nullite was uncomfortable for him to touch, and black smoke surrounded his finger for a mere moment. The metals he touched exploded with light and darkness, respectively, leaving a dappled grey where they had fused, smoke leaking off of it. But the light and darkness didn’t stop when Rebus removed his finger - moving quickly, he ensured there was a bit of the material not leaking smoke, then ended his use of the powers (for good reason - he’s unstable enough already). There was another rush of energy, Rebus’s hand briefly falling to pieces while the air moved as one, causing a ringing sound. Then the combined material stabilized, and Rebus grinned. “Exactly. Depending upon how this goes, you may have to step in to contain it.” Rebus dropped to the ground in the center of the dance floor, then followed her after a brief moment.
  25. Through the Living Heir
    Rebus let them go, though the Ennuller core weakened magic close to it, making it hard to move. Rebus can use those few seconds of magic at a later time - he literally possesses the help that Muin could give. What does the power look like while emulsifying, actually? Rebus smiled at her. “Alright, stand by in case this manages to both remove my Narration and also summon something dangerous.” Rebus teleported ordinary Prismite and Nullite in front of him, constructing a containment field in case of problems and robotic arms to hold the metals. “Thank you. That shall be excellent. If my Author manages to miss the party I’m going to be very disappointed. Though I suppose a dramatic entrance would require being late, regardless.” Yeah, I’m not sure any single word would encompass the Axes - even light and darkness don’t full describe Light and Darkness. Making sense is good.
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