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Through the Living Wrath

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  1. *confusion* Your granddaughter is protecting you? *worry*
  2. Iced tea drinkers cultivating cult
  3. I will support you in this, granddaughter.
  4. My darkness should kill anything on me, but I do not think anything can be on me in the first place. You see, I am not quite… here…
  5. Tull hesitated. “How do I… talk to him? I understand he cannot Narrate here.” Tenth did so. It was a cleanly place, one with order. A desk, and a door.
  6. I’m going to ask you seeming nonsense that has a method to its Madness. What is your opinion on Radiant the Lopen? If you were stranded on a dessert island with only a feather and a brick, which would you eat first? What is your favorite color? Can you count to three, no more, no less, then lob the holy hand grenade? What is the airspeed velocity of an unladen swallow?
  7. Well, when one follows my instructions, they spontaneously combust, get struck by lightning and have a heart attack all at the same time. Three ounces of blood, a pint of salt, and a heckoalotta ice cream.
  8. “I’m not sure. I will have to talk to The Scribe.” Tenth nodded. I’m not sure where Wriulin is, but I know where his offices are. “Cobbled to together by twenty different cobblers that each apprenticed to a different master, but none aware that paving is not something a cobbler does.”
  9. “At… at times. The Scribe… he isn’t bad. Definitely not. But he’s not exactly good. It’s all about preserving his plot, for him. But recently, he has been… branching out. Going away from a set plot.” To my homeworld? Well… it’s not there. Not on my planet. But… perhaps Wriulin found some. I heard some buzz, supposedly Wriulin had done something important.
  10. Adtae just teleported to Kal’s shadow. @Ookla the Mom Friend
  11. Kastel sighed, then took his shoes off, making sure to feel the ground in case he strayed into the grass, near the Rabbit Hole. He started to wander, aiming protectively with his handgun. @Ookla the Ouroboros
  12. I just became a murderer on thirty three charges. Salad. And lots of it.
  13. O I meant “I” “I know!” “Well, I would remind you that you aren’t the only Narrator around! And my Narrator master, this ‘Scribe’” he said this mockingly, “is very powerful. Just ask Bacon the Bard, hmmmm?” “I could have The Scribe bring her to us. But, sadly, her powers have been… stripped from her, so she wouldn’t be able to make this as interesting! Bacon the Tax Collector interesting, if you know what I mean.” I have a character named Madness… and there was a whole debacle about gmodding… (Soory y’all) “He is… the extension of my Author’s will. He created every other one of my authors characters, or set in motion their creation, though he does not actively control the ones he deems protagonists and some of the antagonists. He doesn’t actively control anyone, really. But at times, he needs to… nudge… things, to make a plot play out. He created Madness.” As Tenth’s hand lay against the barrier, the Strands pushed against it, attempting to attack him. Yes.
  14. Tull hesitated, but nodded. “The Scribe can protect me.” Tenth stepped towards the Strands, placing a hand on their cage. “I know, right? It sounds like it could be fun!” Just in case, the Scribe started putting defenses for Sain. CI need to progress that…
  15. Kastel swore softly, and hesitated. He reached down to the ground, wondering the nature of this fog, and whether he can feel the ground.
  16. Sain laughed. “I don’t think you could prevent me from intruding.” He drew one of his Notblades, holding it up for a moment. The edge gave off a prismatic glow, and it twisted the air around it. Sain stared for a second, and then sheathed it. As he did, though, the Emperor felt a small twang of pain. Sain grinned. “You have engaged in a war, and your are being rather loud. The Scribe is merely deliberating whether or not to support you in this.” [We need protection, for a time.] Soory, thought Tenth would return to the story by now!
  17. Kastel gasps, then shoves his hand where he remembered the monitor was. He decided that, if the fog could pass through the glass, it would already be in his system, so he did not limit he breath.
  18. Dint twisted away, but the pincer still got him. He grunted in pain as the very ends of the claw clamped down onto his stomach, and he he stabs his other knife into this pincer, weaker this time.
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