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  1. Through the Living Heir
    Cole uses a feedback loop of magic and wind to take off and fly, knowing he’ll move faster. He does spirals in the air, flying higher and higher. Then he dives, dropping in free fall for several seconds. @Ookla the Dragonslayer “I could stay up here forever! Perhaps literally, if wind can stand for food.” He does another barrel roll, then whoops, laughing.
  2. Through the Living Heir
    Template does indeed back away, trying not to be transformed into a pile of water or something. The gasoline fountain once again becomes a satisfying pillar of fire. The normal fountain doesn’t do too much, although some of it does boils off. But when Rebus hits it with a piece of sodium, burning metal flies is all directions, then, landing in the bottom pool of water, explodes again. “Do we want something more interactive than that? Or maybe simply more impressive?” Rebus asks, smiling a bit dangerously. Rebus shrugs, then sends a new letter to Onyx asking about the Narration forbidding rules in his realm, and the other policies it has. He’s interested in visiting, apparently, and would rather not lose all his powers by doing anything rash. He asks specifically about the destruction of property charges he could incur by, say, opening a portal to the sun and melting everything within a mile to fight those small mosquito things. “I can do that. I promise to do that.” Kion is solemn and determined. “I don’t care how much magic it takes. I will free you from this terrible place, even if it costs me my own life.”
  3. Through the Living Heir
    Nick‘s eyes widen. “You have clockwork battle androids? That is actually really cool, though it could be a bit problematic for us. I assume Telecorp took the plans from a steampunk universe.” SIMON, of course, immediately begins drawing up plans for jamming the gears.
  4. Through the Living Heir
    It explodes in a satisfying fountain of sparks, then goes out again. Rebus places a normal fountain next to the flammable one, then assembles himself a catapult for sodium. "I would likely be an immobile air tank, which would be unpleasant. And I do not know how to fix that yet."
  5. Through the Living Heir
    Rebus shrugs and smiles at the same time, as if to say he expected as much. Then he assembles and teleports in some things to zap, starting with a fountain spewing out flammable substances in nice patterns. Yeah, Template. My hands were typing faster than my brain. "I made that happen. Otherwise I think it would not be useful." Template checks that the gear is set up correctly, waiting for the others.
  6. Through the Living Heir
    Rebus shrugs, and a futuristic looking rod is assembled in front of him. He tosses it to Jilu. "This has an electrolaser - basically a lightning beam, a flamethrower - using star plasma, and a force field generator - for structural integrity, repulsion blasts, attack countering, not burning your face off when you shoot plasma, and probably some other things you can think of. It's also collapsible, and if tampered with or removed from your person, it will explode in a burst of lightning, plasma, and force fields. I'd maybe not drop it, as at full power, such a thing could level a city block." He has, of course, put his own secret safeguards on it; he isn't that irresponsible. Template, intrigued, stands up. "Not breathing would make it hard. Maybe we can find you a face thing - SCUBA. I do not know how I know about them." As Tam Narrates just that, Rebus manages to duplicate it. "I am ready."
  7. Through the Living Heir
    Cole wakes up, gathers his minimal equipment, and, while everyone is conveniently distracted by a Madness servant, he slips out the castle and begins to go on his potentially world ending quest. He whistles cheerfully as he walks, realizing it actually strengthens him enough to require no effort. @Ookla the Dragonslayer
  8. Through the Living Heir
    Template smiles back, but doesn’t say anything more. Kion shivers just from imagining it. But staying safe from relentless, unstoppable creatures? That was something he knew how to do. “That must have been terrible. You may not believe me, but I can relate. We’ll find you more supplies, and either shore up this cave or help you get somewhere safer. I hear there are resistance organizations.” Rebus sends a letter back, as such a communication method is indistinguishable from dialogue, at least to a Narrator. Thank you for the information. I’ll avoid the Witherlord, and though perhaps not other evil Narrators. The head demon of the Maelstrom actually contacted me, but I annoyed it away accidentally. It withdrew, I think, because even token assistance from an Author’s characters can open up their other characters to harm, due to buy-in. Unless of course it is my Author, who’ll apparently let anyone with a plausible explanation kill me, or perhaps someone particularly God-mod inclined, who may no-sell everything I do.
  9. Through the Living Heir
    Depending on how fast I fly, I could still go places by flying back up during my second. Alternatively, I could use it in bursts for epic jumps or adding force to my attacks. Air, to you, has the viscosity, resistance, and texture of water, though you can still breathe it.
  10. Through the Living Heir
    “I can relate to that.” Template says. “I will help you. Maybe I can find a purpose as well.” Rebus, having effectively been re-granted an informed ability, sends a thankful letter anyway, careful to use mundane (or non-Narrative, at least) channels. He looks through the letter for applications or techniques he isn’t using yet, hoping that in doing so he’ll get some more information out of the description. The Render perks up at the inexplicably transmitted message, pausing construction on its now-sprawling monument. “Who are you? I need to return.”
  11. Through the Living Heir
    Kion inclines his head. “It is truly nice to meet you, despite the somewhat harsh surroundings.” Rebus sends back a letter, Narrating it to show up faster. I thank you for your help. As a Narrator yourself, I’m not sure how I can pay you for it, but I would be willing to do something for you. I’ll be on the lookout for Morditite and Withergeists, and may look into these Inklings further. The Dreamsmith, too, sounds interesting, but I’m unsure how well my personality would take to whatever test I’m given. My Author needs to actually let me do things before I’ll be consistent. And I thank you, as well, whoever wrote the end of this. This had sparked a few further questions: where does one actually get a Plotblade, and, other than the Witherlord, are there any malevolent entities around? As I said several times, actually, I thank you for your time, and if my current character arc, if you can even call it that, comes to fruition, I’ll avoid causing problems for you personally. Template speaks up. “If there are things you need, I would be willing to help. If you do not need anything, I may wander; I believe I will find something interesting happening eventually. Or I may stay, honestly. It is nice here.”
  12. Through the Living Heir
    Ah. I’d confused them with those floating cities with the Canticle. In that case, after an erroneous stop in Ashyn, which yields nothing due to my breath-enhanced immune system, I’d head farther away. Perhaps I’d go somewhere that does have advanced technology, or an invested art I could pick up. I’d refuse to use spikes, because taking over the world is hard to do when people can mind control you. Depending upon how Taldain’s light interacts with surgebinding, I might settle there, at least for a time.
  13. Through the Living Heir
    The letter writes more beneath the original text. Thank you very much. Again, I’m sorry for the potential inconvenience.
  14. Through the Living Heir
    I’d start on Nalthis, and try to accumulate enough breath for fifth heightening. Because I don’t have a reliable way to do this legally, I’d set up a pyramid scheme and either self invest in it, or run away once I have enough for fifth, preferably sixth. Thus immortal, I’d move somewhere else in the Cosmere and set up a cascade production industry somewhere, potentially by bonding an Inkspren, swearing to slowly take over the Cosmere, then Transportationing myself away. Before I left, I’d talk to the Nightwatcher and get an investiture-source related boon, perhaps aiming to directly ask for help with my goal. Then I’d leave, perhaps to Ashnyn so I can acquire their floating city technology.
  15. Through the Living Heir
    Kion pauses, thinking. “If a Faceless could kill you in an eyeblink, and us four are, for the sake of the argument, Faceless, wouldn’t you already be dead?” Then, noticing the perhaps more diplomatic tack taken by Perseus, he adds. “My name is Kion, but the way. I hope we can help you.” The part of Rebus not stewing in anger begins to write a letter - not full of Von Neumann machines this time. Sealing it securely against interception, even by Narrators if they’re willing to play be the rules, he mails copies to several people who keep lore. @Ookla the Bacon, @Ookla the nostealnamepls, and anyone else who knows these things. The letter, to those who read it, is as follows.
  16. Through the Living Heir
    “I’ve only been here around three hours. And it seems like I wouldn’t know even if I did encounter one.” Kion is starting to get annoyed by this man’s paranoia. Template nods. “That is logical. Is there anything else you think I should know about?” Kion breathes out a sigh of relief.
  17. Through the Living Heir
    Kion sighs. “I don’t know what they can do either. I don’t think I’ve encountered one yet.” Template almost has something bad happen to them because of the phrasing, but doesn’t. “That is good, although not for those who wish to oppose Narrators.” “Yes. Even if Nullite is rare, randomly digging can probably cause other problems.”
  18. Through the Living Heir
    Kion shivers, imagining these ominously named creatures with access to magic. “I do not think the Faceless have the same magic I do. I truly hope not, at least.” Template nods. “Yes. I was personifying. That is what it does - what it has to do.” Template, who had stopped being in the real cabin through detail erasure, shrugs. “I will avoid digging in random places, then.”
  19. Through the Living Heir
    Template goes back to being Template, and stumbles away from the Nullite. “It doesn’t like me. I’m a tangle chaotic enough for it to want to fix me, and unstable enough for it to disassemble me. I’m not sure what the other three would do.” “I already effectively died several times today - this was only slightly worse. But yes, I will avoid touching Nullite. Where does it come from? It feels… I’m not sure how to describe it.” Template avoids being turned into anything, but is teleported into the cabin. Kion looks into the darkness, pensive. Admission was a focus, if he really needed it. “I know of no way to prove this - I have not been here long - but I am not Faceless. We can help you, if you trust us. Perhaps magic could be proof to you.”
  20. Through the Living Heir
    Template reaches their hand out to touch it, but as they get inside the field, their hand stops existing. Then their arm, then shoulder, each existing specifically then ceasing to exist as they unravel. “Get that away! I’m unraveling; Tam, Fael?! Help!”
  21. Through the Living Heir
    Template thinks. “If Nullite is common, maybe I should touch it. We do not want to be caught by surprise.” Template reels back some more as such a thing is pointed out and thus made relevant. Kion frowns, wondering why a probable Render would do such a thing. He stays silent, however, letting Perseus take the lead.
  22. Through the Living Heir
    Template shudders. “I don’t know if touching that would kill me, but it would be bad.” Rebus chimes in. “The Scribe likes you too - apparently you have most of his MacGuffins.” Then he remembers he’s supposed to be in a destructive spiral, and disappears so he can get back to it.
  23. Through the Living Heir
    Template scrambles backwards, filled with primal fear. “What is that stuff!” Kion, his first thought being Renders, gets ready to fight.
  24. Through the Living Heir
    Their Thread almost-awareness and autonomy quashed, they return to having little desire and sit down on the sand. Thanks! I’d been wanting to practice improv and writing with restrictions, and I really like the result.
  25. Through the Living Heir
    I might be making things up, but I thought the reason Bat had Nullite tattoos had something to do with Narritive susceptibility. Template cocks their head. “I am not sure. I think being Narrated too many times is messing up my description. You said probably, also.”
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