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  1. Through the Living Heir
    Hola! I’m dyslexic, of the disconnect between spelling and sound type. I can read quite quickly, but ask me to do it out loud and I will hyperbolically mispronounce everything (spelling is similar - I must do it by memory). I spent years thinking “keesh” and quiche were completely different foods. I gathered that, but why would you say it like that? And why would Autism be the deciding factor for your rizz?
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    He did, determining they were about how he remembered. “So we want a plot? Are you two doing something with Bat and Tam, or would you want me - well, Rebus - to induce some more urgency?” “From what I’ve seen of Cricket, I have the tools to stop him in his tracks. And I have practiced fighting him - so have you, actually. I don’t know what his Plotblades are actually capable of, but mine should match them.” “You picked all the yous and tried them. Introspection and all. The Dreamsmith is more dead than usual at the moment, but you can chirp and wait.” Meat clapped his hands from beneath the piano, and the vision began to melt. The soul was possessing the castle itself. He felt flashes of its birth, its brief time alive, and the great wave that killed it. Heir hugged Haly as well, not sure what to say.
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    Oh. As I said, I don’t know what’s going on. Bracken rubbed his forehead. Somehow he’d thought he saw the Captain.
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    “Of course. Cricket, though, will not be a problem…” Meat waved back, and had a piano land on his head. “You win! Maybe!” The ghost possessing the castle could not talk, unfortunately. “Ah. And since nobody else can get into the Dreamsmith’s waiting room, we were the only option?”
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    I forgot about the thing, you see (and I don’t know what I’m doing with this guy’s characterization), but Hawks wanted me to come back, so I am. Maybe I could have done it in a subtler way, but I don’t know what.
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    *blink blink* I’m confused.
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    Bracken snapped to attention, at least here knowing what he was supposed to be doing. “No idea, captain!”
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    “Nothing is immune to Ennullment, but the stranger the source, the harder it is to block, I expect. Turning off Narration is easy enough, magic is a bit more complicated, and then negating technology - if Ennulling cares about logic, which it should - requires turning off specific physical laws. But regardless, if we’re fighting an Ennuller on fair terms something is wrong - and having more sources of power is what we need then, not fewer.” The baby dragons (which had been there the whole time, actually - meaning to teach a final moral lesson before she left) didn’t realize what had happened to their parent, so they didn’t react as she walked away. After some walking, Meat was there, juggling pianos. Above him, there was a towering castle, seeming bright and cheery. Except… were those eyebrows? A chill ran down Nemesis’s spine; this castle was pure evil. “Huh. Do we know what he wanted?” “Alright. Do you have a character or situation you want to do something with?” Heir took the stoat, not quite knowing what to do with it. He didn’t have a great picture of what a stoat actually was, and anyway cuddling an imaginary animal didn’t feel like it would be of much impact. He tried it anyway, and was able to picture the feeling of comforting fuzziness, which was nice. “So we’ll pretend we’re over there when he gets back?”
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    Rebus looked on, intrigued. Assuming she pressed the button, there was a wave of heat, a bright reflected light, a sound of suddenly expanding air, and a force field emanating from the device to protect her from the aforementioned effects. When it stopped, there was a smell of burned flesh, and half a dragon lying on the ground, as well as glowing hole in the cliff behind. “Alright - hit the button and it’ll bring you there.” “That’s good. Did we leave Cricket stranded?”
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    “Not too much at the moment - I went overboard with some worldbuilding, but that’s basically it. If you want to plot something, though, that’d be fun.” Heir rearranged some vases, stacking them into a tower. Rebus smiled, looking around and waiting for context. Rose knew from experience that would have worked, and also knew that aiming for the center of her enemy would make it lethal, while the eye would set it to dazzle. The dragon shook itself, then sprung back into the air, swinging its tail - which had hooks and suckers on the end - at Rose. “Do you want to go capture it? This one should be far faster.” “That makes sense. Do you need anything, or just cathartic vase breaking? I’m here for you if you do.”
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    “I agree completely - hence my technology.” Rebus paused, and after a second Symbol’s ability to teleport returned. “Shall we begin?” The laser guessed it was meant to blind and distract, and sent a fairly bright beam of light at the dragon, causing it to crash into the ground. Heir shrugged. “I suppose I set myself up for that. Anyway, I’m learning about mollusks in biology, so I made the thing a cross between a nautilus and a generic scary flying thing. I might reuse them, actually.” “Another nemesis… I’m blanking on relevant targets, but I do know of a spirit of pure evil you can capture to gain strength.” “We can return them for a cameo at some point, I suppose. I wonder if there’s a Middles…”
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    These guys will play off of my nation in very interesting ways… It depends upon whether biotech qualifies as heresy, but they might end up as either close allies or bitter enemies. Hmm… maybe I should take a central but unimportant portion of ocean for my embassy. Where would I be close to several nations but not in the way?
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    “Narration is nearly the highest form of magic - to refine and test it will help us, though adopting a second set of powers to serve as a backup and to provide characterization is a step I would take eventually.” The dragon suddenly swooped towards her, screeching again and extending its tail. It was covered in some sort of armor-like plates, even on the wings. “Guess who made up the evolutionary history, ecological niche, and chimerical anatomy of the throwaway monster.” Said Heir. “He seems to have rubbed off on you a bit.” Rebus noted, inspecting the soul. “Chocolate is good. Do we want to officially pause the dog and construct plotline for the moment?” Heir asked, noting he was matching several of his characters’ behaviors (I did change the dialogue to sound more like me and less like Rebus, but I kept the word association induced topic change).
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    “Yeah. I had like two or three plots going with him, too - I suppose we can keep waiting, though.” Heir had pretty good handshake (if I do say so myself), having built up the muscles from swimming. “I think we’ve met here before actually, but nice to meet you again. I didn’t know that, actually - I’ll find myself some real almonds after school and try it.” Rebus grinned. “Experiments sound intriguing - as I said, my lab is looking a little stagnant at the moment. Would these be magic experiments, or plot ones?” There was another screech as she got closer, and a pterosaur-like creature rocketed out from over a cliff in a burst of speed. Rebus raised an eyebrow. “I know, but it seems to be word salad - ah, that was why there were cats. But regardless, you have her soul, and my teleporter, so you haven’t lost much. Your encounter with Meat went about how I anticipated - you can’t really do anything with him unless he gets more anchored to reality, and he’s erratic enough that if you’d asked for shoes he might have given you a soul, then been unaffected by the magic.” “I’ve had it for a while, actually - but I didn’t have a good reason for anyone I had Authority over to use it. That would be the actual intended usage - the non-verbified verb would probably just be Author.”
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    Heir nodded. “Thank you. I wonder how NameIess is doing - he’s been active, but hasn’t posted, so he’s probably just busy. Hello, Cricket. I’m Dragonheir, Author of Kion, Rebus, Template, Meat the Minstrel, and many others.” Heir put out his hand to shake. @TwinStorm “I’d agree - I need to up my game.” Rebus and Symbol were slowly drifting away from Rebus’s moon in a futuristic elevator pod, planning to acquire something once they got outside the teleportation shielding. The construct realized it didn’t have a mouth, and offered the other half to the dog as well. “Have a nice day!” called the baker. It’d been seen stealing sheep and cows, then fleeing to the mountain, so it was probably up there somewhere. In fact, she could hear an echoing screech a little ways up. Rebus was probably still around, but he wasn’t right where Nemesis had left him. Heir nodded. “Hi! I missed you guys too, honestly. Sure, I’ll take something - cinnamon rolls, perhaps? I can Authority yesterday’s campfire into existence, so we can cook them.”
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    “I suppose you would have been more startled if I hadn’t already told you I was back.” Heir shrugged, looking around and trying to determine what was going on from only one post. “Anyway, have I missed anything important?”
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    Rebus’s face became grim. “I just spent four days in limbo. The weak point here isn’t going to be the moon.” The construct knelt down and patted it again, then tore the pastry in half, and offered part of it to the dog. The baker surreptitiously made sure that everything in the pastry could be eaten by canines. Rose found she could run with little fatigue, probably outpacing an ordinary person. She also remembered that there was supposed to be a dragon around. The dragon was basically dead anyway, but some of its flesh floated over to the tap shoes, reconstructing Meat’s body. Heir was directly behind her when she said that. “By the way, I’m back.”
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    “Yeah. Lasers, railguns, force fields, the works. The antiteleportation field extends out a bit as well, and the nanotech can of course reshape itself.” The construct continued following. When they got inside, the baker smiled at them. “Legitimate, homemade baked goods, free of charge! What can I get you, sir?” The construct just looked at him, not speaking or moving. At the moment, she was on a wooded slope, a mountaintop visible in the distance. The dragon looked pissed, but continued tap-dancing helplessly.
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    “It also fits the aesthetic - I would change it if it didn’t.” The elevator suddenly exited the moon, leaving them floating as they stopped accelerating. A horizon of grey interspersed with protruding objects - gun emplacements, perhaps, or maybe propulsion systems - and the occasional tron line stretched out below them. The construct, since it no longer had a target, followed the dog. She knew that the muscles weren’t the only thing making her stronger. In fact, she had memories of breaking the sound barrier with the tattoo enhancements. She also had memories of the resulting recovery from her numerous broken bones, but all tools had trade-offs. And it had saved her life, and kept her moving and fighting with splints and adrenaline. The shoes tapped more insistently.
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    “Ah. It could of course, take many different textures, but metallic structures are easy.” Someone else down the street clapped twice, trying to draw the dog’s attention. The construct bolted up, a sword coalescing in its hand, then dissipated it at the second clap. She felt different, suddenly. She was physically different a little - gaining muscles in an instant was a little jarring, and the tattoos felt a little odd, like she could suddenly move more limbs than she had. But more importantly, she suddenly knew things. She knew how to work the tattoos, and numerous other technologies Rebus had trained the group in. To be continued, cause I have to go. Alright - I’ll spoiler a hint, then the message. The dragon switched to tap dancing, having somehow acquired tap shoes. A second set of tap shoes tapped up to him purposefully.
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    It was solid and smooth. “Reshaping the pod would wreck the aerodynamics. At the speed we’re going, that’s not good.” The construct lightly scratched the dog’s head, guessing that was what he wanted. “Well, we’ve got the normal ones, of course, but then these ones are nanomachines that basically make you a super-soldier. Strength, speed, healing… they can also make tools in a pinch - though that hurts - and are hardwired, so they’re unhackable even by Rebus himself.” Do you want the “translations” of Meat’s statements? The last one was “I would, but that’s not what I meant”. The dragon tore him in half, then began to break dance, it and the ground starting to crack.
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    Rebus nodded back, and the room morphed into a futuristic elevator pod, which began to accelerate steadily upwards, causing a heavy feeling. They spent around a half minute before reaching it, then passed through the city quite quickly, dodging around a couple bridge pedestrians and passing through empty bridges. The elevator sped through solid utility fog above for another thirty seconds - though it must have accelerated to hundreds of miles per hour at that point. Then the elevator abruptly switched to deceleration, leaving them feeling light and airy. On a whim, Rebus did a flip. The construct knelt down “face” to face with the dog. “Are you picking me, or do you have some more questions?” “Seeing trees, but rope not pepper.”
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    “Wonderful. Shall we head out?” The construct lightly put a hand on the dog’s head. “Now that you’ve spoken to us all, you should make your choice.” Meat smiled. “Reorder of. Clearly you know a coinsmith.”
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    “Alright, then. Let’s see… even I’m not allowed in the core, and I don’t know what’s there other than the prime copy, so that even a mind reader can’t find out. My lab isn’t all the interesting at the moment, and my other lab is far away and might explode. We can pass the outside as we leave for said materials.” The construct followed it, and several small children came up to the dog. “Alright. Do remember that the person making this is insane, but he does know some things - there’s a reason most Narrators are crazy.” “Shoes to be more than different.”
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    "We can practice. I was going to have us fight a construct of me, but I think this particular segment of the tour has gone on long enough. I'll give you some more lessons later, if you would like." Rebus offhandedly enclosed the dog in a bubble of utility fog, sending it up to the city. That would be fun, actually. I'll say the construct has managed to propagate its control of utility fog to follow the dog. "The fact that you don't is the very thing that lets you do this. You can consider it without believing it, and thus have the best of both worlds." "It's dark." Meat flatly pointed out.
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