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  1. Verdance
    “If you don’t think this is a threat to you, then I’m not expecting you to do anything. You can still rely on me if you need to.” Just use PMs I literally do not have the self control
  2. Verdance
    “I called him an antagonist, not a villain. He was witty… when he tried to incinerate me. But in any case, we don’t have to kill either of them. Just break the game up, or stalemate it. Then we can go our separate ways. Or I suppose you could walk away now. Fog, do you have anything to add?” Understood.
  3. Verdance
    “What do you mean, Rebus won’t hurt us? He’s been busy trying to kill me, among other things 9/10 won’t tell me about. And last I checked, Fog only survived Malevolence by corrupting her own soul. You aren’t threatened at all that two of the strongest antagonists in the Thread are hunting us like a game?”
  4. Verdance
    “I got better. Maybe if I was an old man, it would have caused problems. 9/10 is still a problem, but for a later day. Today’s problem, as you probably already know, is the bet between Rebus and Malevolence. They are fighting over our corpses, and I don’t know about you, but I’ve already fou- well I can’t say I fought them, more like I managed to exist nearby momentarily and ran away very quickly. I thought that either we kill one of them, together, or we find a way to break this game they want to play with us before they break us.”
  5. Verdance
    Inkwell was somewhat less surprised at Ribbons appearance. He was getting more used to these kind of things. “Good to see you again. You’re doing well?”
  6. Verdance
    “It was 9/10’s idea, actually. Both the original sword and the… improved version. He noticed in the Thread that you had caused Malevolence to abandon his armor, and that left a few shards of material behind. I assimilated one into the blade, so I have you to thank for it.” Inkwell furrowed his brow. “He also said you let Malevolence go. Why?”
  7. Verdance
    The mordite-ink blade ripped out of the sheath, then started sucking away at Fog’s essence, greedily drinking in the mordite in Fog’s system to purify the alloy and improve the copy. It melted into shadows as it did so, reforming in the sheath on Inkwell’s belt. “Nice try. I don’t really plan on fighting you, though. It’s not like you need it, in any case.”
  8. Verdance
    He winced. “That sounds… fun. Um, we might as well wait for Ribbon.” His expression darkened as he noticed the attraction. “I think you have enough mordite in your bloodstream- miststream? Dispersed among your being- already.” The sky began to darken, the sun trying its best to burn down the sky and failing to damage more than the horizon.
  9. Verdance
    Inkwell startles as Fog appears out of thin air. Her mist is stained black, more like smoke, and it bends slightly towards Futility like iron fillings towards a magnet. “Have you always been a Narrator? And what happened to you?”
  10. Verdance
    Inkwell recalled when he had first arrived in the Thread. That had been chaos, but one event stuck out unexplained from the others. Why had he heard Ribbon’s voice in his head? Now he had an answer. The bet between Rebus and Malevolence had Connected him to Fog and Ribbon, which seemed to be the reason he had met Fog. When Ribbon had yanked on 9/10mmHB#2 like a rubber band, it must have severed that strange link. Inkwell didn’t need a strange Connection to cause him to look for Fog and Ribbon, though. The bet was a good enough reason. They had to end that bet by any means necessary, or it would only be a matter of time before they all fell to one antagonist or the other. Now that he had the sword, there was a way to do that. “9/10mmHB#2, can you broadcast this to the entire Thread? If Fog or Ribbon is out there, we need to find them.”
  11. Verdance
    He’s not taking the deal anyhow, although it would have been funny once or twice but my own number two pencil is telling me to shut up and let someone else talk
  12. Verdance
    It’s e joke there are so many reasons why I can’t just live in the arena
  13. Verdance
    It will be made out of inkwood, which conforms its physical structure to its cognitive self infinitely many times per second. Malevolence will never leave that arena.
  14. Verdance
    Oh that’s SO easily abusable. I’m building a house in that arena :3
  15. Verdance
    Very, very interesting. I doubt either I@9 would be interested in bonding their soul to mordite, but 9/10mmHB#2 is very interested in TLT metal theory right now. Inkwell is somewhere in the region of NG, while 9/10 is somewhere between LE and TN. I know those don’t line out exactly, but 9/10 is trying very very hard to make them even though he literally can’t ooc, I want to start writing up physical pieces of paper with scrawls of text in pen and pencil as part of their character and interactions, and the first thing will be some very very messy notes on theory and some stupid ideas 9/10 has. haha you can try, I@9 are satisfied with the stalemate. In fact, learning of Malevolence and Rebus’ competition has given them a moderate interest in ending the duel with a stalemate. tldr, thanks a lot, that was very helpful
  16. Verdance
    You’re the expert on Mordite weapons- I’m curious, what are Darkseeker’s properties? im trying to clearly define Futility’s new properties- from what I can tell, mordite always kills if it touches the soul in the same what shardblades damage the soul if they cut in enough. It also always heavily damages the body. I think for continuity’s sake, Futility isn’t a pure mordite blade, but is now ink perfectly imitating the physical properties of mordite with actual mordite dispersed within the material, like an alloy, so it would be… diluted? But I’m curious as to any other magic things the material can do, since I’ve seen Darkseeker do some pretty awesome stuff.
  17. Verdance
    Oh I’m not worried about you I was afraid I wouldn’t outlast dragonheir tonight thansk
  18. Verdance
    Aight it’s been fun, imma get some shuteye. Y’all have a great night, hoping I don’t wake up to find a major antagonist has stabbed my characters and stolen my house :3
  19. Verdance
    Bob meets a crazy old man dressed in rags with long scraggly hair. “Beware the Wind!” He yells at Bob. “It killed 1.16 dozen chipmunks! And it stole my hat!”
  20. Verdance
    I repeat. Unless Bob has left the planet, all whales are dead. This wasn’t even my choice, it was Glass because she’s a murdererous gremlin. If I have to dig Into the thread I will because I have absolutely nothing better to do. The adventures of Bob are the most plot significant part of TLT and I will defend their continuity at all costs. :< Lets storming GO, Bob is the greatest hero in the entire history of TLT and everyone should be quaking in fear of his godlike power. I am too hyped about this
  21. Verdance
    All the whales are dead I turned the sea into a hot tub, which it turns out is not good for whales. Or any sea life. sowwy
  22. Verdance
    Inkwell slipped the glove and broken fabrial back on, and removed the mordite shard from its pouch, laying it on Futility’s blade. He wasn’t sure exactly how he was going to do this. He considered drawing a hammer and blowtorch and trying to forge them together, then had a vision of flaming mordite shards tearing into his body and instantly killing him. He shook his head. As its creator, he had a certain idea of what the sword was. It was made out of stable inksteel, ink permanently mimicking the attributes of steel, conformed to a cognitive version of itself. It was so sharp it would cut through reality before it could touch flesh, and it would never grow dull. The sheath locked it in place. The entire thing was one step short of magic. How to enhance it, he didn’t know. Then it hit him. He flipped through his notebook and tore out the page that held The Futility of Language. Carefully taking in physical attributes of the mordite shard, he began replicating them onto the image of the page. The color, darker than the singularity of a black hole. The shape, shattered like a piece of crystal. The texture, smooth, with sharp edges where it had fractured. Slowly, as he began editing the picture of Futility, the shard began to sink into the inksteel. When he had finished, he scratched out the original title, and in a flowing cursive, renamed it. The Futility of Existence. The new blade was black, edges jagged and asymmetrical on different flats of the blade, and the Morse inscribed on the edge flashed magenta and turquoise as it changed. It exuded danger. He raised it, admiring its sheen. This was no longer a tool, meant for retreating. It was a weapon, meant for killing. I has achieving ULTIMATE EDGY SWORD NAME >:3
  23. Verdance
    Emerging into the sparse forest at the base of the mountain, Inkwell checked the pen. Empty. That was going to be a problem. “Hmmm… let’s see about that,” Inkwell responded. He wasn’t doing much else with the Splendorlight anyway. Humans seem to be a more perfect vessel for creativity than storms. He focused the magenta and turquoise Splendorlight into his palm, then poured it into the pen. It sucked up the Light greedily, and the resulting ink looked like… well, it looked like ink. However, closer inspection revealed an iridescent shimmer barely visible through the translucent grey plastic. He paused as he picked up his notebook. Something was wrong… oh well. He began to sketch a small house, merging it into the rocky wall of a vein of limestone jutting from a fold in the mountains roots. He needed somewhere to sleep, after all. When he was finished, the one room log cabin seemed as if it had always been there. He entered, noting the bed and desk that had need visible through a window. He stared longingly at the bed. Inkwell was irritated by the notion, but he sat down at the desk, laying down the pen, the sword, and the pouch with the mordite shard. It was time to get to work.
  24. Verdance
    Dude aren’t there like three antagonists all trying to be the main man now We need like WWE TLT Antagonist Royal Rumble, I’m rooting for Rebus he was the wittiest
  25. Verdance
    Ooh! Fascinating! I@9 have felt outclassed for far too long.
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