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  1. Through the Living Heir
    A ghost wizard man showed up somewhere (e.i. by a character who needs a plot). “Quickly; we don’t have much time! You may be in grave danger.”
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    Wait, how? Isn’t she tied up in a web?
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    He made several faces, evidently not paying attention. His glasses were lit up, somehow.
  4. Through the Living Heir
    Anti-villain, you say… though Rebus has enough Plotblades already. See below, with Glass. Hmmm - NameIess probably needs to describe the result before it’s my turn. Rebus was, for the moment, tied up and paralyzed, and thus couldn’t do much. He moved his eyes, though, trying to express sheepishness and confidence to the scientist. He also counted his heartbeats, which kept good time at two beats a second.
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    “If you would be willing to continue as my assistant, I would be honored. You’re brilliant, and a lot less likely to betray me than most people I work with - or at least more patient about it, which I can respect.” He shrugged, walking over to the alcove thing. “Do you suggest finding a rabbit, or shall we continue winging it? Perhaps Malevolence will finally press the button he took, rather than having robots do it.” Meat was pretty sure as well, but he’d decided to ask. It probably hadn’t been understood, though.
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    Meat put his hand out, then remembered he was already being paid. Rebus idly began to do some math involving matter-antimatter annihilation. This should alarm nobody, and certainly was not wishful thoughts of revenge. He also turned to Balitan, who was probably still there. “I apologized for losing your orb, though we did get more out of it than he appears to think.”
  7. Through the Living Heir
    Rebus wasn’t actually stuck, but he still watched “helplessly” as the monster skittered away.
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    Rebus continued struggling ineffectively.
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    He dropped the weapon, using his last bit of strength to slap his computer. Nothing seemed to happen.
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    He dodged, poorly, trying to put the weapon between him and the monster.
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    He fumbled, trying to disconnect the power cable so he didn’t bring down the entire cavern.
  12. Through the Living Heir
    Rebus brandished the weapon at the spider monster again. “I’m warning you!”
  13. Through the Living Heir
    “That’s my job! Purple-E blue-E green-E yellow-E orange-E?” My apologies - I was doing homework. Rebus’s hands shook as he pointed the weapon - now the right way around, and connected to the trolley by a tether - at the spider monster. “If you can understand me, don’t hurt her! She’s the only thing stopping me from blasting you through several walls.” I am a scary - not Narrator as know as I distance.
  14. Through the Living Heir
    Rebus, faking alarm, grabbed a force gun and pointed at the spider monster. He was holding it backwards, though, so he couldn’t even hit the trigger. @Halcyon The Only
  15. Through the Living Heir
    “That would make sense, but I live here.” If Rose looked up, she would see several moons, one of which was melting. Rebus notes that the first three should have been impossible, given that the only place the teleportation could be turned off by Rebus was from his moon, and that unless Nameless felt like somehow calling an elevator and exiting to space, he would still be stuck in the lab even if he was invisible. The fourth was, by its very nature, impossible to counter, but Rebus idly got to work preventing the remaining options. Meat thought for a moment, sitting upside-down in the air. “I should, but probably don’t.” Rebus smiled knowingly. If I’d been drinking water while I read that, I would have spit it out laughing.
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    "Maybe! You're a pineapple!" Rose was, in fact, not a pineapple.
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    It didn’t work; Meat was always somewhere else. He cackled. “Meat the Minstrel, at the service of that guy!”
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    Rebus grinned, in spite of himself. “That’s the issue with wanting to work with people I relate to. Had I been in your shoes, I would have waited a lot longer, used the resulting trust and stolen the final product, and remembered you still cannot teleport in or out of my lab without me turning off the shielding first.” Heheheh. Somewhere, a boombox made out of shadow and bread was still playing the intro to an Eminem song. Guess who’s back, guess who’s back, guess who’s back… Rebus continued waiting, hoping it might actually arrive before the portal opened. “But as we previously established, it’s not infinite.” This copy of Rebus seemed much more annoyed at Nameless. “It could be, Rebus - it’s mostly up to NameIess at this point. You’ll have fun with this; it’s what you do.” Heir had somehow found a desk, and was reading the Shard with interest. Meat the Minstrel appeared with a flash of light and discordant music. “Omens and almonds yield bad if tasted at the unclock, but this is practically on top of a letter! And nonsense for cents, too!” If Nameless still has Rebus’s memories, he’d know Symbol has the Plotblade Mentor.
  19. Through the Living Heir
    “True - the Authorial interplay makes it difficult to predict the future. But you specifically are going to have a pretty significant impact, I suspect.” “I’m a traveler, with curiosities to sell. I’m also very lost.”
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    Rebus grinned back, offering a handshake. “They don’t know what they’re in for, do they? This will be very interesting…”
  21. Through the Living Heir
    Rebus typed in some commands, waiting for the portal to connect. And, of course, for the spider monster to show up. Heir accepted the party hat. “Ah - a desire for more discovery writing. If I think of an initial prompt, I’ll let you know.”
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    Rebus nodded. "Alright, though you should wait until this blows over." Heir waved back, now holding a red solo cup and a party unroll whistle thing. "Thank you." Rebus nodded slightly. "That happens, sometimes. What was your idea? - self-actualization Bat might serve." "Yes. It's quite useful, though it takes enhanced reflexes to outdraw a teleporter." He needlessly blew on the weapon, then put it away. "Unrelatedly, how much power would Atredies's corpse give Nameless?" Rebus did so, a Nullite robot arm extracting the core. Rebel waited, making himself some wares to provide an alibi and induce greed.
  23. Through the Living Heir
    Yeah - it's amusingly meta. Heir works, I suppose. It's fairly distinctive, and not too hard to say or write.
  24. Through the Living Heir
    “Alright - I’ll get to that.” Rebus teleported Atredies’s body to the lab. Rebus nodded. “You’ve seen what my trolley here can do; the entire place is like that, reconfiguring on a whim.” A young man, also around sixteen, appeared in the vaguely defined location. He looked a lot like Rebus, actually; fairly dark brown hair, relatively tall, light skin, lean muscles. But he had glasses, normal hiking clothes, and was much more average looking than Rebus presented himself. He was also on his phone, writing his actions down. “Hi guys! I made an over-the-top avatar like the one Haly had been using, but we don’t seem to be doing that right now.” Rebus raised an eyebrow. “Perhaps, though you already have two versions of Symbol and two versions of Bat to work with.” The Author-with-no-established-nickname nodded slightly. “It could be interesting; what are you thinking?” In the blink of an eye, Rebus was suddenly holding a cylinder he’d had clipped to his belt. In another nearly instant motion, he pointed it away from himself and the Authors, activating a blinding wave of light that left a hole in the nearby hill large enough to drive a car through. A wave of blistering heat and vaporized rock swept out of the new tunnel, which glowed too hot to look at. Force fields wrapped Rebus’s body and clothes, protecting him from the heat, pressure, and light. “Can he dodge this? Lasers move at the speed of light; you’d have to dodge while I was still getting the cylinder out or you’d be dead. Narration can make it never have happened, or let you react before it happens, but Ennullers need to predict it beforehand.” It’s fine; the other plotlines are currently more important anyway, though I think this is the same city the hunters are in. Rebel smiled slightly, pretending to take in the sights. I shall do my best to wait.
  25. Through the Living Heir
    “Likability will give us both fighting chances. I may be fairly callous and manipulative, but I have understandable motives my Author has figured out, just like Cricket has both flaws and good traits, with a strong personality that grants him some autonomy. We’ll both have fairly well-defined powers on the high end of balanced, once I solidify my Narration into something more consistent. We both have character-driven goals, and people to accompany us as we try to accomplish them. In short, Cricket is your favorite, and I’m my Author’s favorite, though with the amount of power he gave me he’s refusing to give me actual plot armor. I’ll make it up in preparation, so it actually can make sense when I win.”
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