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  1. Through the Living Heir
    “Ah. I was released from mine once my father discovered I had emotions. Though if you are bound to him, he should cease manhandling you.” The red figure swept its sword towards her from above, seemingly uninterested in actually hitting her. Then several more figures materialized at the edges of the arena, one more red and several green. Rebus turned to face the green ones as they walked towards him. “The greens are faster and have some powers - they’ll fight me unless you engage them, and you can clap at any point to pause and make all the opponents fight me.” “Well, I have never had it. I’m supposed to represent you as helpless but peaceful, or something - I didn’t leave the city until Bat returned with Tam and Cricket. I fell in love with the latter, and the three work to protect our little beach village.” “I have a good number of nemesi - that’s exactly the role that needed filling. I suppose many of my enemies would be better thought of as rivals in various areas - perhaps you and I could reach a friendly rivalship, actually - but I do serve as a nemesis to Tam and Bat. I also believe there’s another Nemesis around - the Greek goddess.”
  2. Through the Living Heir
    Rebus, who had never left, shrugged. "Utility is telling the truth, though not all of it. I shall do the same - in fact, true lies are very bad for me. I began this for three reasons: I refuse to let Malevolence beat me, the Thread is overflowing with love plotlines and on-off villains that get killed after like ten pages, and my own self preservation, both because I need to be interesting, and because I live in the universe and would rather it not be conquered or stagnant. What I need to become is not necessarily a villain, but rather an antagonist. Admittedly, I'm probably also some manner of sociopath, but I've been taking steps to minimize actual harm while being all the more threatening and evil because of it." He smiled sweetly.
  3. Through the Living Heir
    “How? Why doesn’t she teleport away from you, then?” Jack would have winked, but he wasn’t sure how to turn off only one eye. Rebus switched it up, having the red figure move around more, first circling her then retreating up a ramp. “I dunno. Why do you have a sword?”
  4. Through the Living Heir
    “Teleportation? How would you do that?” A red outline appeared, moving at around the same pace she was. It attacked and blocked, speeding up as she did. Rebus gave technique advice as he watched. “I never had one.”
  5. Through the Living Heir
    Perhaps. He does have more emotions than the other models, which is why he’s on a journey of self-discovery in the first place. “How? She looks nothing like the carrier models - and also seems unwilling. We shall search for a new transportation method, so she does not have to.” Several possible swing and footwork patterns lit up in the air. “I suppose if you think I am weak, you can try to do better.”
  6. Through the Living Heir
    “My name is Jack. Why are you dragging this person through the street?” Well, he’s a clockwork automaton, so I’m not even sure if he has a soul. But he doesn’t really age except through physical wear. “It is, especially since precarious conditions are very dramatic.” “I’m Rose? Well, technically I’m a reflection.”
  7. Through the Living Heir
    Jack turned towards them warily, ready to leap away if needed. “What’s going on here?” - Rebus demonstrated a lunge, striking a target in the air. Glowing footprints on the floor appeared, so Symbol could do the same. “Footwork is one of the most important parts of fighting, especially with Plotblades and similar weapons - defending against one and attacking with one requires speed more than strength.” - This reflection was missing more than the tattoos. She also had no sword, and no laser. She didn’t look scared, but it was obvious that in a combat situation this version of her would be of no use.
  8. Through the Living Heir
    Jack conclude he had a literal screw loose. Hopefully there was a non-hallucination clockmaker around. Alright. “I’ll teach you.” Rebus said, smiling. He put out his hand, and a line of utility fog locked together and glowed orange, imitating a sword. “Let’s start with the basics - stance and footwork.” He stood sideways, holding his sword out, and an outline of blue in the air showed Symbol where to move to imitate him. The Nullite-tattooed Rose seemed on edge. The expression was familiar, somehow.
  9. Through the Living Heir
    You don't have to - I do have some enemies which may put the city in harms way.
  10. Through the Living Heir
    Yes, that is why I am commenting on it. Take as long as you need. Actually, I have a city inside a moon where they will never want for anything - you can offer them the opportunity to move there.
  11. Through the Living Heir
    Jack was still bewildered, but wasn't even sure what to say. "So, you want to be Spring-heeled Jack?" You're a good man, Stone. Seems like all you needed was a second chance. "Not necessarily. Have you really been in physical battles before?" That was understandable. The reflections were beginning to move on their own, now.
  12. Through the Living Heir
    Well, it was still somebody appearing out of nowhere. "Are you a clockwork engineer?"
  13. Through the Living Heir
    Rebus kept walking. He walked up some utility fog steps, and sat on a tree branch. Jack jumped into the air once again, startled by the disembodied voice. "Who would you be?"
  14. Through the Living Heir
    "Because I don't know how to remove them, much less attach them to someone else!"
  15. Through the Living Heir
    “Indeed. It makes up a large portion of the moon, followed by air, unmodified replicators, and specialized nanofactories. Would you care to spar?” Rebus had known that quite a large portion had fled during Utility’s attack, but was pretty sure he wouldn’t be able to do anything about that. The reflections changed further as she waited. The reflection in front of her became more toned and put together, like she spent all her time on working out and skincare, but her sleek, utilitarian clothes suggested otherwise. Actually, the outfit was almost a combat uniform - her laser from Rebus seemed to fit it perfectly, and she had an earpiece and wristpad. The tattoo-less reflection and the almost-normal one were in clothes she might wear, though they were a little off, suggesting slightly different mindsets. The last reflection, though, was far different. It’s what she’d look like as a Narrator, in full drunk-on-power, superiority-complex, and fictionality-identity-crisis mode. Not sure what that’d be, though. If you’re familiar with the allusion, much more than a wall will need patching. Rebus was walking somewhere.
  16. Through the Living Heir
    Rebus smiled. “Utility fog is a marvelous thing - it can do almost anything one might want. Airborne nanomachines that can move around, lock together, create light and sound, and even rearrange atoms and molecules. It allows the creation of almost anything, the pseudo-telekinesis and barriers, and more complicated tricks, but it also means that by combining the tricks, essentially anything can be created or simulated. Among other things, I use it to train. Observe.” The room briefly went dark again, and reformed into a minimalist arena, with a few platforms and pits scattered about. Rebus considered that a positive outcome for everyone involved, considering the circumstances. The mirror merely did the same thing she did, almost as if it wasn’t ready yet. I’ll be back. *drives car through wall*
  17. Through the Living Heir
    Rebus grinned. “Alright. Shall we stay and do a combat/mobility program, or visit somewhere else?” Rebus tried his best to make them feel at home, setting aside an area to reshape as they pleased while simultaneously attempting to build connection to them. He told anecdotes, helped with problems, and displayed technology, trying to acclimate them to Narrators - and him specifically. After several days, once he was sure enough would wish to stay he began making a list of those who didn’t. He brought that group back to the caverns, bringing some technology to help repair the damage, and leaving a powerful teleporter in case any wished to travel between them or another evacuation was needed. It couldn’t bring people to the city itself, of course - that would be a security risk. In one mirror, she had shimmering, prismatic tattoos. In another, they looked almost normal, but she was sure something was different. In the third, the Nullite tattoos were interlaced with grey ones, tron lines running through them. In the final mirror, she had no tattoos. Each reflections’ clothes also began to shift as she watched.
  18. Through the Living Heir
    That works, though you don’t have to. He’s not really wanting to do epic quests or anything (and anyway he’d effectively complete them all by himself), just to follow Symbol’s advice and have character moments. Jack sighed. “Because they are attached to my legs.”
  19. Through the Living Heir
    “They’re my feet. I guess you could call yourself Spring-heeled Jack if you wanted.”
  20. Through the Living Heir
    Jack jumped up into the air, landing on a room, then kept back down, his springs absorbing the landing and being locked back into his heels. “I’m not sure you understand how much effort it would take to be able to do this.” Rebus nodded. “I suppose I shall - both on my own and with you. There’s one more thing down here to show you, plus the outer defenses and a few more applications of the utility fog - I think that will soon become relevant, considering Tam, Bat, and Lady Bug are talking in spoiler boxes. We could stop at my main lab, interact with some people living here, do stuff down here, or go do something somewhere else. I wouldn’t want to burden your Author, but a summery of what the Cavernians did would potentially by helpful.” There were four mirrors, and they mirrored the gesture, though all but one still had tattoos. Alright. While we’re waiting on that, do you have a plotline idea you want a particular manipulative Narrator to interfere with? The corners of Rebus’s mouth turned up, a more sincere smile than the one he often displayed.
  21. Through the Living Heir
    “You want my name, and my legs?” Jack was honestly baffled.
  22. Through the Living Heir
    Jack gave her a weird look back. “You want my name?” @somebοdy Did I miss Utility doing something? Also, do either of you think you know who he’s named after? Rebus thought about it, and made up his mind. There was going to be a party in sixty pages, after all. “I’m unsure what I would actually do… In real people, that sort of thing flows naturally from their personality and experiences.” The vision fractured, and Rose was back in a mirror room, though her tattoos were still gone. Their decision process is basically “would we get money?”, so I’m not sure they’ll continue it unless an opportunity presents itself.
  23. Through the Living Heir
    “Because my goal is to be written it’s impossible for a side quest to be unrelated, but I have been doing frivolous ventures - the Authors simply tend to forget them. I’ve handed out deadly lasers and cursed swords, started two organizations, challenged people to ethics debates and sparring matches, mastered dozens of hobbies, founded an hotel and a planet, and attempted to accompany several different groups on quests. I’ve also subjected myself to a code of ethics and am attempting to get rid of my powers and give weak Narration to large groups instead, all in an effort to make my own goals more difficult. I do have a few secrets, but since I don’t lie I cannot elaborate or else I soon won’t.” Am I reading way too much into it, or is Symbol asking Rebus out on a date? I seem to have written myself into a corner - either I need to figure out how to scare Rose more, or Meat can just let her to the last room. Hmmm. I was supposed to be murdering him, wasn’t I? Though Ruia’s kinda dead - I think that terminates the contract. “I do not consider myself mean, but few mean people would acknowledge themselves as such. I’m told my namesake was mean and tormented people, but that is irrelevant.”
  24. Through the Living Heir
    “Scenery can be productive, and a lot of the time I can’t even see it. I need an Author to actually spell it out, or mine to randomly imagine a detailed environment from something vague.” Tam didn’t care very much, but waved a hand and made Rose unable to speak out loud.
  25. Through the Living Heir
    “I do not - there really is no reason to, when I can simply timeskip past anything unproductive.” Tam healed the wounds with a wave of her hand, and Rose was suddenly floating into the air.
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