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  1. Through the Living Heir
    Rebus gets two more papers, then puts a similar amount of salt water on one. Then, he Narrates all four papers blue. Rebus nods. “Was it more vibrant, then? Was there more Authors, more characters, plots and activity that didn’t stall?”
  2. Through the Living Heir
    Veer, not knowing how to help, heads to the infirmary. It was important, bound to have people, and held his last resort.
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    Rebus furrows his brow, watching the ink spread out. Then his eyes light up. “Have you ever swum in the ocean before? Get another drop - we can put salt water on it!”
  4. Through the Living Heir
    Nick is one of my favorite characters, hailing from a sci-fi story I’m slowly working on. On the Shard, he’s in the Teleportations RP. Skills: ingenuity (creativity and xenoengineer training), leadership, advanced biotechnology (bulletproof suit, growth of tools, enhanced and fast healing body), AI assistant SIMON (translation, advice, anything a laptop can do) Personality: creative, helpful, inquisitive. He represents some of my best attributes, and is always eager to help people and learn things. History: hailing from the domain of the Interstellar Intelligent Species Council, Nick’s father was a famous xenobiologist. After some poorly nailed down plot, Nick found a new sapient species on a planet with dragons, and then received xenoengineer training. He was teleported into a desert, half dead, and found by the other inhabitants of the Loop. Teleported with them between different worlds, Nick converted to another religion so he could use magic, received a lightsaber, and was dropped into a volcano, forcing him to reconstitute his body. When they were broken out of the loop, Nick helped to fight off assassins, relieved some railguns, filmed interviews of the other teleported, and attempted to bring the person running the game show to trial. Last updated 1/3/25
  5. Through the Living Heir
    A piece of paper coalesces in Rebus’s hand, and a dropper is assembled in front of Bat. “Before we do anything to you, we should test the Nullite. I was lead to believe it was a mineral; your ink may have diluted or separated somehow. Let’s measure out some, and drop it in the center of the paper.” Rebus sets it down on a barely visible utility fog platform. I’d imagine that would be problematic, though perhaps amusing. Kion stands watch while the others rest, looking out through the cave entrance but within shadow to hide from those outside. @Ookla the Irreplaceable
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    “Hmm. Do you have any loose Nullite ink?” Rebus fills the screen with what he knows about Nullite: not very much.
  7. Through the Living Heir
    Rebus frowns as well. “That seems problematic. Do you have any guesses why? When did they start not working?” Yeah, I’d meant physically dropped. I think the ‘so to speak’ (which was for on-screen) made the sentence more confusing, not less.
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    “If three paragraphs are spent describing my appearance, seen in a single moment, it takes a long time to read and write it, so someone like me finds it lengthy. But the words ‘years later’ could be decades, but they’re only two words to me. I can get bored in seconds between sword strikes but wait years for someone, depending upon how many posts it takes up.” Rebus also looks at the tattoos. “I can check them, if you’d like. All I get is your wondering, not their actual state, but that should change while you talk to me.”
  9. Through the Living Heir
    Rebus nods. “You have time to consider it. Short times can be long, and long short. It depends how much detail they contain.” “Of course.” Rebus smirks. “I’m made for it, now. What I need from this quest is buy-in and plot. The Dreamsmith’s trial doesn’t only forge the blade earned.” He briefly considers what his trial might be, then continues. “The item is acknowledged as powerful, meaning it is allowed to destroy, to defeat. Plotblades and Dreamsmith weapons are given much more leniency than Narration, less likely to be ignored or no-selled. Too much strength, unchecked, weakens your ability to make lasting impacts.”
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    “Yes. The large plot is sputtering, but not quite dead. If it dies fully - or simply ends - I have a plan. One small plot is alive and well, two Authors going back and forth almost indefinitely. I’ve interacted with it tangentially, and fully plan to protect it. The others, though, are stagnant. I will raise new sub-plots to join and revitalize them. But the Thread - the old Thread - hadn’t just been plot. I think chaos has a chance to help it. You were there, correct?”
  11. Through the Living Heir
    Veer had been in his room, packing to leave. He’d no longer had any need for the Clinic. But now the Clinic had need for him, as metal sheets slammed down everywhere. He storms out into the hallway, ready for battle. Of course, the hallway near him is empty.
  12. Through the Living Heir
    Rebus smiles at Bat. “You’re right. We’re born several times. Once literally, if your history is that in depth. Once conceptually, as your Author has the idea that will become you. Once descriptively, when you first appear on the Thread. And finally, when you actualize, become a person and personality rather than just an idea, when your Author figures out what it means to be you.” Rebus responds to Lady Bug, unruffled by the outburst. That is a failing. If the Authors do not notice something they themselves created, they are failing us. And if they do not notice what we do? Perhaps we can use that…
  13. Through the Living Heir
    “Almost.” Rebus laughs bitterly. “An apocalypse, waiting for a Dreamsmith trial to give someone the tools to fight it. A trial, something to do with Brave Adventures and Plotblades. And foreshadowing, lots of it.” He frowns. “But it is slow, and sputtering. Long ago, Plot died, I hear. But now plot is dying, and that is much worse.”
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    Kion nods and goes off to set up a fire pit. Has Endings ever been dropped on-screen, so to speak? “I as well.” Rebus says. “Being ignored means death, so let’s find something for us to do.” “Yes, that is exactly how it works. You’re understanding this well.” Rebus would have spoken up to continue the conversation himself, but then he noticed something that distracted him. Rebus catches the anger with his Thread awareness, and sends a thought to Lady Bug. Are the Authors failing you? “Understood. I will watch for danger while others rest, unless one of you does not need rest.” Kion places himself somewhere he can see the whole cave entrance.
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    Kion nods. “Ah. I’ve know mages like that. They spend all their time trying to survive, but demand room and board all the same. Faunus does not seem like that.” The dagger she’s fiddling with being the immensely powerful Plotblade of Endings? That seems safe.
  16. Through the Living Heir
    Rebus makes one specific post fill the screen: “Tam is upset about her Author, I think. I know I’ve felt neglected and jealous, because I can tell time like my Author, and I can tell when he thinks about me. To have someone imagine me as I would act, then not allow me to act? It grates on me. Other than that, I do not know.”
  17. Through the Living Heir
    Rebus is intrigued by the bitterness. Although Tam had already left, he contacts her. I suspect we can help one another. If you ever need another Narrator, conjure a teleportation beacon to contact me. Especially if Ennullers are involved - although that would require foresight to prepare. “What would that mean? Is wanting to be a hero a problem?” Kion appears legitimately confused. That being exactly what Rebus expected, he sits back to watch the trial. Rebus sits down next to him. “There is more to know, if you want it. The shocking part is over; all that remains are details, some of which are interesting or useful. And if you want to continue the Nullite testing, I’d be willing to help. Ennullers are less frightening to me than to the other Narrators, but I still want to be prepared.” Rebus considers the new information. “I came into this wanting to fight my Author, to make him listen. But Narration is too much a part of me to give it up for possibilities. I think there are other things I could do.” He stands there for a second, silent. “Do you need anything for your help?”
  18. Through the Living Heir
    “They do intend me harm, but I was sent as the spokesperson for a reason. Ardaklin dropped me into a volcano and I’m still alive, in most ways.” He does shudder a bit, though, thinking of what it felt like. “I’m very glad I can stop feeling pain when I need to.”
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    “It is a lot - even I have trouble understanding my Author. But Nullite only blocks Narration, not narration. Otherwise it would be impossible for it to exist. Even Morditite leaves description intact, through strange forms of chaotic darkness might not.” Rebus smiles. “I wasn’t sure what his specific reaction would be, but I think we worry too much. Hiding things from people shouldn’t be the default.” “Not just create you. You’re maintained and focused upon continually. And other Author are fond of you as well.”
  20. Through the Living Heir
    “Yes, this is how we - or, I, I don’t know about the others - experience the world. Not all your thoughts are written - only ones your Author believes the others need to know. And many people can shield them, with practice.” Rebus had some thoughts, but they didn’t get described. “See?” It’s interesting, actually, which get described. Rebus thinks.
  21. Through the Living Heir
    Cole, solemn, flies higher. He isolates the smoke from the air, stopping himself from smelling the fire. Then, untying the first plank, he catapults it at the center of the scar-like landscape.
  22. Through the Living Heir
    Rebus smiles once again. He files away the repetition as something to address, but doesn’t say anything more. The description appears at the bottom of the screen, which has been updating with new posts. Rebus raises an eyebrow. “I could write my own future. What I cannot do is create an ongoing present here. The Authors are failing, and I would like to succeed. I need to stop my own oblivion, in any form it might take - stagnation of the plot and characters, being forgotten or irrevocably altered, or my own death. The Thread itself needs to stay alive for me to do so, and it is flickering, held up by a thread.” He quashes a chuckle at the pun. “I need all the allies and all the resources I can get. Real resources and allies, not my own creations or fickle patrons whose Authors simply forget me.”
  23. Through the Living Heir
    Rebus smiles. “You are. One Author follows you with descriptions. Not only that, but your Author is one of the most active. The core of your group - split between two Authors - is effectively half of the Thread.” The screen shows a graphic of the most recent several pages. The Authors who posted and their primary characters are written in, and it’s clear much of the posts are Bat’s Author. “You are important, Bat. Much more so than you’d believed.”
  24. Through the Living Heir
    Rebus nods again, glad Bat is understanding. “We all are. This is the realization that causes problems, but being a character doesn’t mean you’re not real. Especially you, Bat. Things like a landscape, a crowd, or an army aren’t particularly autonomous. In most cases, no Author controls them specifically. Take the ocean here, for instance. It’s acknowledged as existing, and if desired-“ a particularly strong wave laps against the platform, and Rebus points it out “-any Author can make it do something. The next step up is a communal character. These are mostly gone, it seems, but Authors would trade off control of them. This results in someone erratic with only shallow personality. Then, we have secondary characters. They only exist when things are happening near them, but they have histories and personalities. Beosta’s relatives, for instance, have histories, personalities, and perspectives, but they aren’t causing plot. A Narrator cannot notice them when they’re not interacting with people the Authors are describing, and in many cases, they don’t have interesting things happen to them on their own.” The screen has displayed each layer so far, and there’s a gap at the top. Rebus pauses, again waiting for Bat to figure it out on his own. Rebus smiles wolfishly. “Interesting… Can you protect the Thread - or someone in it- from stagnation? Dullness? Destruction?”
  25. Through the Living Heir
    “Narrators can change the story in small ways. But so can simple decisions. The tellers of the story - analogous to gods, here - are Authors. There are several, some more active than others, and they generally possess individual characters their descriptions follow.” Rebus waits for Bat to draw conclusions from the new information before continuing.
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