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  1. With a loud bang, more machines appear around the beacon. They toss out lines of force fields, one set protectively surrounding Bat, and the other forcing the air apart with a whoosh. Rebus appears within the vacuum, surrounded by a cloud of nanomachines. They billow out as both sets of force fields deactivate. He smiles at the group. “Hello, Bat. Tam, Cricket, good to see you. Sorry about the force fields; I built those in for combat reinforcement purposes. What do you all need from me?”
  2. He raises an eyebrow. “My creativity comes, in part, from my soul. And I can see applications, just not ones worth the costs. A shroud of all-consuming darkness and a shroud of all-consuming light have the same uses. I could use vacuums, but I can already through teleportation. I could destroy all that try to stop me, but in either case I’d be ignored.”
  3. “That is disappointingly limited.” He shakes his head. “If I wanted unchecked destruction, I would open a portal to a star or the antimatter planet. I do not think I will seek out the Witherlord. It would paint a target on my back in exchange for abilities I don’t need. The Morditite control would be its only power of worth to me.”
  4. Rebus shakes his head. “I wish for a tool to either assist me in causing all sorts of plot, or one to protect me should the type of plot that has been caused is conflict. Which is not quite the same, though similar. The form of the weapon… my primary weapon now is utility fog - nanotech that moves and shapes itself as I direct. I am unsure how you could forge such a thing, considering that a vital element is the redundancy and ease of replacement for one individual foglet.”
  5. Rebus catches and examines it. “It is remarkably crafted.” He tosses it back, for he does not believe he can keep it. “I came here because I wanted a tool I could rely on. Narration, even by proxy, is such a powerful ability that checks and balances exist against it. One of your weapons, even if it cannot create and restructure everything around it in an instant, is more concrete. I wish to stay alive and well, and for the Thread to stay alive and well. Conflict is an essential part of plot, and a method to protect myself or prevent being countered would serve me well.”
  6. Interesting. I have neither time for this nor context, but I think I’ll join anyway.
  7. Sagerian shrugs. “I am naturally curious.” Kion nods. “I’ll likely be killed once we leave, but I will do all in my power to protect you, Palsu.” Rebus nods. “You are correct, on both counts. I suspect the metaphysical metallurgy will factor into what I ask you to forge, so I would like to learn that first. I am not sure a blade will be of much use to one of my talents, though a Blade likely will.” The clones stands, hands clasped behind his back. After a moment, he helps himself to some lasagna, though he does not require food.
  8. Is this part to me? “I sent me.” Sagerian says, not really clearing anything up.
  9. Sagerian nods. “Yes, I have. Immortal weeds would be problematic, now that I consider it.”
  10. Ah. I’m just bored right now, and I saw all the people I wanted to talk to go online and then leave again. Sagerian nods. “Animals?” @xinoehp512 Rebus nods skeptically. “What does the power of chaotic darkness allow me to do?” Ok. Nameless’s trial mentioned balancium. Does that canonically work?
  11. Rebus nods. “Ah. And what effects would claiming it have?” If I have a seed piece of Morditite, do you think it can precipitate more if I touch withergeists with it?
  12. Rebus’s eyes widen. “Interesting… who is the current bearer? Why would they wish to destroy all?” Yeah. Narrators and Ennullers have cores of their respective fundamental metals. If I dissected a withergeist (or a Narrator or Ennuller, honestly) could I extract that core?
  13. A couple science things you can ignore for the sake of the story if you want: the middle band of a tidally locked planet contains permanent storms because one side is effectively a massive warm front, and the other a massive cold front. Maybe they’re not too bad, or the inhabitants have ways to deal with it. Also, if you want the plants on the dark side to be green, a green light is one of the only kinds of light they cannot photosynthesize from. But again, you can handwave, or make the plants a different color. I like the use of bioluminescence, as deep sea environments are a pretty good analogue for the dark side..
  14. Sagerian writes that down. “What do you mean by nonorganic containment? Can you convert plants?” @SpiritOfWrath
  15. Interesting… If there’s enough geothermal activity, your ecosystem could work like those around hydrothermal vents. Alternatively, heat from the light side could be conducted to the dark side, which would cause pretty significant storms but also potentially get the producers enough heat for chemosynthesis. Do you have any other worldbuilding fleshed out yet? Should things also live on the light side?
  16. Kion frowns. “The man who was in the cave earlier was hiding from them, remember?” He drops the magic when Moni asks. Rebus takes the offered hand, shaking it firmly.“I hope it shall. The effort that giving all these visions must require would wear out anyone.” He waits for the Dreamsmith to speak, as demanding something be made for him would be rude. I unfortunately must sleep. It’s bad timing, but I shall see you tomorrow.
  17. When I wrote that, I had believed she would stay in possession of the bag for a least long enough to fully inventory it. Sagerian writes that down, then temporarily runs out of things to say. My first idea upon hearing this is to pipe blood around and have these people serve as communication networks, as well as slowly accumulate knowledge. It’s a silly idea though, and Sagerian has never used a computer, so he wouldn’t know it to be useful.
  18. Rebus’s clone blinks. “What do you mean?” By the way, do you know if withergeists have cores? Sagerian writes that down. “So you do not receive skills your copies learn. You could have a copy repeat the process on you, if they were trusted. That would allow sharing of skills.” Just going to note that Rebus’s teleportation beacon will give off a strong electric shock if touched by someone other than Bat.
  19. Hmmm. I have some more terrible ideas… Sagerian jots that down. “Ah. And they can propagate the transformation as well, which could be … undesirable. But it transmits your skills? Backwards, or only forwards?”
  20. Granted. It doesn’t stop, just loops over and over in your mind. I wish you would actually give me the answer instead of just saying granted.
  21. Granted. They’re mostly bad, unfortunately. But they’re popular anyway, so the old ones you did like get crowded out. I wish to know what will happen when Wrath runs out of colors to make new personalities.
  22. Oh, ok. But they do have physical cores… I know Ennullers and Narrators do, at least. Sagerian’s eyes widen as he rapidly writes in the book. “That happens with contagions, I hear. They change to each other, somehow. Traveling scholars called the process plasmid exchange. Their explanations are vague, though. Most think we’re not supposed to know these things.” He seems unfazed by the immortality and mind control part, though.
  23. Sagerian jots that down. “Nor am I, I have heard. Though I suspect you mean something other than bipedalism.” I wonder what you can do with Ennuller and Narrator blood…
  24. Kion shakes his head. “I determined that one there is a Faceless, so I captured it.” He does look visibly nervous, despite the causal words. Rebus smiles at Omen as he is sent into the forge. When the mist clears, he looks around with interest, listing off the materials he recognizes. “Aerogel, steel, titanium, diamond- is that neutronium? You’re well stocked.” he says to the Dreamsmith (assuming he’s there). “I am Rebus, Narrator and technological expert. I’ve heard a lot about you.”
  25. Sagerian doesn’t write it down just then, as that would be rude, but he commits the strange phenomenon to memory. Rebus gives the wind a flat stare. “My goal doesn’t have to be the preservation of the reality I live in? That is a necessary sub-goal for almost every possible desire!”
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