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  1. Through the Living Heir
    To train Ennullers to resist mind control. Alright, I need to go eat dinner, so I’ll be back later (or maybe not - I may have other stuff to do and thus return tomorrow).
  2. Through the Living Heir
    The main portion of Subversion has been effectively frozen in time by inactive Authors - even if you wanted to contact her, she’s in the Ennuller stronghold, training Ennullers to resist mind control. As for the Traveler, I’m unsure what occurred.
  3. Through the Living Heir
    That would make sense. I’m not sure how much you’d like my advice for dealing with that, though it’s better than what, say, Subversion, is attempting to do. Though I suppose compartmentalizing is fine for you - your goals and desires aren’t undermined by it.
  4. Through the Living Heir
    Alright. Rebus is actively attempting to hasten them looking for the Machination, but honestly you can take as much time as the scene needs. Why do you think that might be?
  5. Through the Living Heir
    There are four options you could take - there are more, of course, but you’d object to most of them. Firstly, you could talk to Bat rationally, and hope he isn’t as delusional as he seems to be. This is your current path, and it’s taking too long and may not work. Secondly, you could bring yourself back down to character level. It would lessen your ability to fight me, but I’m already investigating methods of giving up and distributing Narrative power to help/bribe others while giving you a fighting chance. If you took that method as well, we’d be on almost even footing and Bat wouldn’t feel so distant from you. Thirdly, you could bring Bat up to your level, perhaps be repeating the other identity crisis he had. And finally, you could combine the strategies - I can probably remove the mental block that prevents you from speaking, and you can explain and grant some of the Narrative perspective.
  6. Through the Living Heir
    I didn’t cause your problems, so I can’t take credit for them. If I want to be the sole cause of your problems, I need to solve those that were not my fault.
  7. Through the Living Heir
    His Author is away at the moment, so I thought I could offer advice.
  8. Through the Living Heir
    Rebus sent a gentle telepathic connection to her, knowing that Bat would be frozen - and Symbol, for that matter.
  9. Through the Living Heir
    “I’m happy here. You should come through the mirror. It’s peaceful.” After a brief pause - during which another copy of Rebus mentally approved the Narration - the bird appeared. It was rather close to the skyscraper, actually, as the false clouds started not far from the highest buildings.
  10. Through the Living Heir
    “It’s peaceful here. My trial was just like yours - we can stay here together. Wasn’t that what you wanted us to do?” Rebus grinned. “That’s not all…” He walked to the edge of the skyscraper, steps springy in the slightly lower gravity, and stepped off. But he didn’t fall - a platform had coalesced beneath his feet. “Here, try it - the utility fog anticipates your needs, though verbal or set commands are needed for more complicated things. It’s nothing to a Narrator, of course, but it can form or manufacture pretty much anything, and anyone can command it.”
  11. Through the Living Heir
    Cricket walked into the mirror reflection. “The trial isn’t important, Rose.” Rebus followed, and the portal closed behind him. After a count of three, the blank whiteness simply ceased to exist, revealing the landscape around them. They stood at the top of a skyscraper of sleek chrome and glowing neon lines, looking out over a city of more of the same. Streets radiated out below them in geometric patterns, bridges arced between the skyscrapers, and futuristic trains glided through the air. There were parks both at ground level and higher up, with a few waterfalls falling - slower than normal - several stories down into ponds or rivers. Looking upwards, the sky was clouded but still bright, the warm breeze matching the impression of an impeding thunderstorm. The top of their skyscraper was deserted, but there were people moving about far below. Rebus was smiling as he looked over his city.
  12. Through the Living Heir
    Alright, then. Ping me when they try. (You have, it seems, while I was writing this - I’ll get to that) “Not out there, no. Here with me. It’s wonderful, through the mirror.” Rebus smiled, opening a portal to a blank white room. “I’ll teleport you myself - the security doesn’t let anyone in otherwise.” “Yes, I think so. I can give Meat a letter to bring to him, then run a trial myself, getting entry to bring whatever the Dreamsmith might want in return.” Uh oh. “I do admit I was planning to use trickery to charge the scepter, but it truly needs to be done. It’s important. And, it can help you. My technology is nothing to what a Narrator can do, but a Plotblade? It might even help you fight off Rebus, when he gets here. He likes dangerous tools, and sacrifices his clones - me - so he doesn’t have to face the consequences. He will, this time. I swear it. And he’s feuding with Malevolence, so he’ll probably show up even though he’s already a Narrator. And I can control the Plotblade - if you killed me or confiscated it you’d have to deal with the compulsion.” Rebel argued, truthfully. Well, he thought it was truthful, at least. The final point especially was perhaps not as true as the Plotblade would like Rebel to believe.
  13. Through the Living Heir
    The reflection shook her head. “There’s no catch! As long as you stay with me, you’ll be happy like me.” Rebus nodded. “Alright. Shall we go?” The orb floated there, trying to interface with the tree. Alrighty! Do you want me to have them show up, or will Bat and Tam come looking for them? “You are correct - he showed it to me when I did my trial.” Rebel determined that he probably couldn’t lie to this voice. “Rebus - the Narrator who created me. I’m a depowered clone of him, but he wants to kill me. I suspect he won’t be able to come here - or at least won’t risk it.”
  14. Through the Living Heir
    *return hug* Basically, if I'm bored and imagining a scene containing Rebus - I'm unsure if everyone does this, but if I daydream it'll typically be about my characters - then he can notice, and if he gets bored tell me to give him something better to do, or to actually write him, or to actually do my work so when I get home I can.
  15. Through the Living Heir
    Rebus grinned, legitimately excited. Airborne nanomachines, force fields, and purple fractals surrounded him as he leapt forwards, swinging his Plotblade at what was probably a puppet body. It wasn't the greatest start to an epic duel, but he was occupied with preparing for the rest of it.
  16. Through the Living Heir
    Incorrect - you are very smart. That's probably of more help to others... I should update my about me. "It's real, I promise. You won't ever have to worry - it's wonderful!" True, but I see where you're coming from. Rebus smiled. "Alright, he's stuck now, so we'll get some time to do things. We can shadow the newcomers at first, or leave them frozen in time and do our own thing." Well, I have to be imagining Rebus for some reason already, but yeah, it's rather strange.
  17. Through the Living Heir
    “Exactly. Its nature would include combining things to create new things, so it’d be far easier to produce than the hypothetical balance of Light and Dark. Still, Balancium, Nameless’s medallion, or something similar would make this astronomically simpler, especially considering that it would require a quest.” “Very well, then. I shall wait here.” He did so, fabricating a chair inside his bag and unfolding it to sit on. No, you’re not. (I have a document where I keep track of relevant things, you see. I should probably put Lady Bug’s curse in there…) “As long as you stay with me, you’ll never worry again.” Rebus smirked as his Author’s brief feeling of surprise, and subsequent indignation regarding his height. “I too wish he’d pay more attention to us. I did get this much out of him, at least.” I know the feeling. Rebus can break the fourth wall of my imagination and insult me. (Note: I should actually do my homework now)
  18. Through the Living Heir
    The reflection looked confused. “Am I… scaring you? There’s no need to be scared. Just pick my mirror, and never worry again.” Rebus frowned. “That’ll have to wait a moment, though - my Author thinks homework is more important.” Bat did have the teleporter Rebus gave him. Alright, then. He’ll show up, potentially intoxicated, once I have a little more time.
  19. Through the Living Heir
    Ooh, I can be Dionysus and mess with people! Like the kinds of things Cole did, with some disproportionate retribution and random divine favors thrown in. You’re welcome - though my advice is not particularly novel. She smiled again. “Looks about the same to me. How do you want me to worry?” Rebus smiled. “I’d be honored to give you a tour of my moon - and my business endeavors.”
  20. Through the Living Heir
    “Pulling from my Author’s mind, emergence would effectively allow me to manually find or create patterns in chaos such as the Thread’s lore, play rules and order off of each other to cause chaotic feedback loops; understand emergence, allowing me to keep several things I can do already, most significantly reading my Author’s mind; and finally combine things to create new applications either component would not have, allowing me to create and sculpt emergence into say, a new magic system or power.” He said all of this without stopping, but paused for a paragraph break. “As for its existence, it is the most stable possible combination between Order and Chaos my Author could think of. Because of its very nature, I believe it could stabilize its own existence, though of course the clashing will still cripple me in combat. To actually produce it, we’d need to mix together Order and Chaos, but I have a procedure that may work.” Rebel followed, nanomachines within his bag making some wares - and some contingencies. Cursed Treasure would be suspicious to summon, though perhaps it had ideas. I wish I had some advice… I basically have scouts, swimming, and D&D. Any of the three (and any other new activities you might take up) is kinda a big time investment, but if you enjoy something already taking more time to do it regularly is probably a good idea. The calm reflection looked confused. “What’s wrong? Is it the nightmare again?” Rebus grinned. “If you’re trying to spur a quest of some sort, there are still a few loopholes. None that would break the contract immediately, but some portions could be used to her advantage or even driven to absurdity. As for a backstory, I do not at the moment possess one. I do have ‘sidestory’ occurring offscreen, which serves a similar purpose.” Rebus tried to appear, hearing the voice through his Author. But it seemed nothing happened. He was flattered that Cricket thought to ask his help, though - once the Dreamsmith trial was truly over, he’d come talk. I didn’t see the invitation, but I’d be glad to do it. Who do we have so far?
  21. Through the Living Heir
    Bracken opened his eyes and coughed. Then he rolled over and dry heaved, groaning. “More… water. Shower… nearby? Need… soak.”
  22. Through the Living Heir
    Hmm… I think I’ll join again - not with Cole, though. He was interesting, but the removal of Madness kinda gutted his characterization. How problematic would it be if I played me?
  23. Through the Living Heir
    Bracken was curled up in the fetal position, not breathing. His hands and face - the only portions of his body not covered by the jumpsuit - looked shriveled. I’m unsure if she’d recognize this as a dehydrated coma state - he’s got a fluorescent orange card in his shirt pocket in case someone doesn’t know.
  24. Through the Living Heir
    Me too, honestly. You guys are great, but me having only one social and creative outlet wouldn’t turn out well, especially with Rebus’s goals regarding my use of time. Yeah, it’s pretty interesting. We spent last week learning about Afrofuturism, and now have to write a sci-fi short story about an aspect of our identities. Of course, we were only given a few days and I have writers’ block, so… I assume that’s the physical reflection, because in order to touch the ones behind the mirrors you need to choose them (or have the nightmare get worse, which it might). Actually… She was stopped by a solid pane of glass, which began to melt and crack under her touch. Rebus grinned. “I simply imagined what I would do, then countered it. Other than that one loophole, your original wording was quite comprehensive - I applaud you for that.”
  25. Through the Living Heir
    My apologies - my weekend consisted of a bunch of family and scout events I didn’t realize were happening, plus writers block (though we get to write science fiction for a school assignment, so that’s nice). The reflection tilted her head to the side.“Probably… that does look like it might hurt.” It did. The various problems in the mirrors were getting worse. The ink-bird somehow tore her tattoo ink from her body. In the fighting mirror, she lifted her absurdly dangerous flashlight, and the mirror was suddenly consumed in blinding light. In the next mirror over, the darkness fully enveloped her, just as rock went over her head in another. A bolt of Ennulling energy hit the blank-faced reflection, the disintegrating one was left as a pile of ash, and the final mirror was left as an incomprehensible distortion. Rebus smiled, briefly going over the contract to ensure there weren’t any loopholes. He came up with a few inconsistencies, mainly involving the definitions of weapon, take, and violence, but decided that it was mostly sound. It also gave him a few ideas… “I have no objections to this contract, aside from one thing: you will not directly or indirectly Narrate away the binding of the contract, nor allow another to do so.”
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