Through the Living Wrath

I saw someone dying isnt that a TLT character?

He’s Intellect, but depressed too. And he is not the same Constant as in the Clearing. The same character, but not the same person.

Pyk shifted uncertainly. Wait we aren’t waiting on me????

Okay so this RP breaks the 4th wall a whole lot be wary. The constant is vaguely thread-aware, because of his nature. His other incarnation figured out that it was not real all by himself Also, If someone says Suddenly Pineapples, chaos occurs. The Constant hesitated. “I can’t tell.” A pineapple fell from the ceiling. I will I will The constant has a few quirks

Cool i got stuf happening rn tho, so it’ll be a bit

Sorry The Constant stood, and approached her. His facial features were shifting, but eventually settled on a single, unassuming face. “Hey. You are… you are different, from the other patrons. More aware.”

Adtae looked around at them. Step close, he wrote. I will structure your magic. @Kansas Stormcursed @Argenti @KaladinsSenseOfHumourSpren

Patch tapped his knee, looking around and waiting. Waiting for her. He checked his watch, sighing and standing. Patch found his way to the main lobby, through the crowds.

Yeah, sorry Usually I’m better at this I swear) What did you end up doing? (HAWKS YOU CANT ANSWER FOR ME) @Kansas Stormcursed Did I let Dark Cep out? (if you were wondering, the “figure, disfigured” is an Avatar, not the actual Author.) [ill say no more about that Plague-Master Ctholis placed a hand to his side, and a slender blade formed from darkness. He approached the figure near him. The figure convulsed, eyes streaming with blood. ”Why didn’t they send a Narrator, hhmmm? Is it to go unnoticed of the Enullers?” The figure glared at him, but didn’t answer. Ctholis sighed, and the figure lost its head.

Woah I just saw sequence die maybe im not sure cuz I wasn’t on the thread then sad

Oh really? Hmm oh no, they avoided silver They got violent around blades, fire, and blood, right? I’ll edit it in a bit, then.

So (imma make a theory that has no cosmere impact, just about the specific mechanics) Shades from the Forests of Heck dislike Blood, Running, and Fire They get violent around it. I’m guessing the reason they get violent is because 1) when Ambition (it was Ambition, right?) was splintered, the investiture soaked the SR, PR, CR. Or maybe only one. But! When people die, the investiture rushes into their body as the vacuum is created and assumes the vague shape of the body’s previous Spiritweb. 2) Nazh told someone that making a cognitive shadow (as he knows it, a Shade) is supposed to be done with specific processes. He implies that it will be unstable otherwise. 3) Both of these would suggest that the passive creation of a Shade is very sloppy, further supported by their supernatural/strange tendencies. Each of these actions are Ambitious, and each of them send spiritual/cognitive across the scattered investiture, and will trigger the Ambitious intent—which is in such a primitive state as to incite violence.

“I am… I am known as the Constant. Who are you two?” Pyk’s headache flared.

Pyk shook his head. “No… but Asher may.” @Keke

“Some… the Thread, I’ve heard it called.” The Constant ignored her, eyes empty.

Aelorin thanked him. He hesitated as he sees her. “I am not sure what I see in you. But it is something… and it is important.” He led them to a small alcove near the chasm, with a small, fist-sized opening looking out into the fog. The opening was sealed tightly with glass. A number of masks, stained with blood, were placed in an orderly manner across one wall. He took a piece of chalk, writing on the board. This is where I study… it. It fears me, so I can get close. He hesitated, holding a mask, then taking them down from the wall. He was obviously uncomfortable.

Pyk hesitated. “What do you mean?” The figure (the Constant), saw Pyk and Asher, and blinked multiple times before putting a hand to his head. “Sorry, Sol…” He broke away to approach the two. @Rynturning_Light

Adtae turned to those who followed him. “These attacks will not stop. I ask any who may assist me to do so. In return, I will refine the magics slumbering within each of you.”

“I think so…” Pyk let Asher answer for him, placing a hand to his forehead as the pain spike.