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noodles-07 · 3 years
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if I ever do get on to a server with the origins mod I promise I will rescue any blazeborns from the nether. I can build a speedrunners portal I’ll get you out of there I promise
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clichesadmusic · 3 years
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Ranboo Lore Recap May 22nd
This was so good man, I was on the literal edge of my seat the entire time, I could barley keep up with my notes lmao. (For the record most of the quotes, especially the long ones are not exact, I took out some of the stuff Ranboo repeated just for ease of typing it out as he said it)
Ranboo opens the stream with new music (chat said that it was from Night in the Woods)
Ranboo decides that today he is going to be moving all of his “lab equipment” to the “table”. (but that he is not going to lick the table). He says that with it moved he will be able to do so much more with it.
Ranboo says that he went back and explored the library a little bit, saying that he looked at it a bit but that he can’t read some of it.
Ranboo mines a block behind one of his chests revealing another chest that contains a book and quill named “experiment log” in ender.
Ranboo says that the particles don’t have to worry about what is in the experiment log.
There is also a chest beside Ranboos door that says “Mail For Ranboo From Foolish”. Inside the chest is a signed book (by FoolishG) named “HELP RANBOO”. The book contains a complaint from Foolish about the enderment “littering” around his summer home (probably placing blocks in places) and a request for Ranboo to ask them to stop.
Ranboo says “I have no control over those guys Foolish”.
Ranboo brings a bunch of iron blocks, coal, a dispenser, arrows, glass, the experiment log, his trident and brewing stands.
Ranboo looks for the coordinates of the “table” and checks his memory book to see what he wrote yesterday. (He then almost left without the brewing stands and had to go back to get those as well as glass bottles, saying that he didn't need to get anything to put in them because “we don’t use potions”.)
Ranboo says that he will maybe show the particles the book later saying he doubts they could even understand what is in the book. (potentially written in ender in which case, check-mate Mr Boo, I know how to read that :P)
Ranboo decides to disclose parts about the experiments that he want to do saying that “this table is different from the other table, so I’m not gonna try to touch the table that much but the area around it I’m going to kinda move and transform”. He then mentions that he knows there are “different things” about him being an enderman (“that’s what it’s called here right?” implying that there is a different name for them that Ranboo remembers).
Ranboo goes to describe what the experiments are going to be but quickly backtracks, instead explaining what he is going to be making for the experiments.
A water tank. The ‘potions’. And something else that involves the dispenser.
Based on his theories he believes that doing these experiments could be ‘different’. (either make a difference or have different results than they did before because of him being near the ‘table’).
Ranboo explains that he has to mine the room, re-build it and that he wants to make sure that he doesn’t want to change the ‘table’ that much.
The particles talk quite a bit about how the water is bad/how they don’t like the idea of the water tank but Ranboo continuously explains that they don’t know what it’s for, that it’s not what they think it is.
Ranboo says that he has hit a wall with the experiments but that it could be different by the table. He theorizes this partially because of his axe acting differently.
“I know exactly what experiments I’m going to do. It’s gonna be perfect.”
Ranboo reassures the particles that none of the experiments actually hurt, saying that the only way water could really hurt him would be if he was fully submerged with no armor on (“when am I ever in a situation like that” 0_0) but besides that it just makes him a little scared.
A particle asks (via dono) if they can stay during the experiments this time and Ranboo reluctantly agrees but says that he is still not showing them the inside of the book.
A different particle says (via dono) that they don’t really like the enderwalk that much, that it scares them, and Ranboo respons that he has kind of changed his attitude towards the enderwalk after the experiments and his findings, saying that it doesn’t seem that bad, once again stating that it is because of the enderwalk and the experiments that he is able to understand and talk to the particles.
Ranboo explains that he started the experiments in an effort to stop the enderwalk but then he realised what it could do, that it is “incredible”. “The stuff that it can actually do...it's good. It could help me out a ton”.
(Ranboo cuts the music here) “I honestly think that if this goes well it could get rid of my memory problems. Cause I've been able to remember a little bit more. I was able to remember an entire language after it (the ender language), so honestly, I think it will be good. I think it can help with that. And that means I won’t have to worry about remembering all the time. I still don’t know what exactly I do...but I mean I dont think it’s as bad as we initially thought at all, I think that it can be a good thing. I think it’s changed. I’ve been able to figure out a bit of what it was and it's really interesting. I think it’ll be fine because even if what I remember is bad at least I’ll know. I’d prefer to know and feel guilty about it than not know and feel guilty about something I don’t know if it happened. I don't think anything too bad could happen. I think understanding what I do and how I work is the good part. I want to understand everything that I do”
Ranboo finally reaches the hole he dug to get out of the ‘table room’ the day before. He proceeds to mine out the walls and floor (leaving the staircase up to the portal and the blocks surrounding the pools of lava in the corners and the pool of lava under the portal alone) and replaces them with iron blocks “because it’s a strong material”. He also leaves the iron bars in the wall as well as the ceiling but cites this as being more for conservation of time and materials rather than for the same reason he is leaving the other sections alone.
“I think that after today I might be able to remember everything.”
He creates a 3 tall, 1 wide water tank out of glass in the corner with stairs leading up to it. He places the brewing stands beside one of the smaller lava pools and places water bottles in them though he doesn’t have any gunpowder to make splash water.
Ranboo says that while the room looks bad now he plans to make it look better as time goes on, talking about how the room is so interesting, specifically looking at the endstone underneath the portal blocks.
He goes to grab redstone, saying that he has a theory and that if this works it will be “really really cool”.
Ranboo begins to set up a dispenser saything that “what they call enderman here cannot be damaged by arrows.” He sets up a lever a couple blocks away that will trigger the dispenser to shoot an arrow while he is standing in front of it. Ranboo theorizes that he might be able to “get out of the way of them in time” citing that fact that he became able to pick up grass blocks and talk to the particles.
Ranboo examines the eye of ender for a moment, questioning why it is inside the block and why it is only in that one and none of the others.
Ranboo reassures the chat that all of these experiments are 100% harmless and that he is doing this because he believes that the enderwalk has unseen pros. Once again mentioning that he got some enderman powers like picking up grass.
Ranboo says that he was reaching a barrier with his other experiments but believes the ‘table’ to be the key to breaking through that wall.
Ranboo grabs a chest and places a bunch of random things in it (iron blocks, glass, etc.) as well as the experimentation log.
Ranboo hesitates….”is this the right decision though? I do want to be able to remember,,,but at the same time I’m also very tired about just like… Is this a good idea? On one hand it can help me remember, it can help me do other things…You know what I realised, something very scary is that the enderwalk isn’t a different version of me, it’s still me, but from what I gathered it’s me with all of my memories, every single one. So who knows what could have happened, there could have been an entire other story that I’m not aware of *thunder crash*.”
Ranboo thinks that there is the potential to get rid of the enderwalk completely but isn’t sure. He explains that it pains him to think about, that he can either live the way he is now (not knowing anything about his past etc.) or he can live knowing everything. “Do I want to keep living this way, in a way that’s blissful ignorance, or do I want to know everything that’s happened?” Ultimately, he doesn’t know what to do.
“I don’t have to, I could just stop doing the experiments and just live normally.”
Ranboo grans the experiment log and holds it in his hand for a moment before opening it to the first page of forty-three, it reads (in ender) (timestamp 57:18):
Purpose of Experimentation:
-To understand
-To learn
-To remember
For a moment he contemplates signing it but ultimately closes the book, unsigned and places it back in the chest.
“In those 43 pages one of the pages does have, has had, the solution. *thunder*. But the thing is...I don’t know what it could do. On one hand it could get rid of it [the enderwalk] completely, that means I would lose all of what I didn’t know before but the other ending would be that the enderwalk is the only thing. I don't know which one it will be. I’ve had the solution for a while now, but it could either be good or unknown and that’s the thing…”
Ranboo then reveals that he has tricked the particles. That these were not just random experiments. Today Ranboo was planning on solving it, he thought that he needed the particles there to do it. He didn’t need gunpowder to create splash potions because he didn’t need to splash it. He was going to use the arrow then walk into the water tank and doing that would be the solution. But he doesn’t know what the outcome will be.
Ranboo knows what he has to do. He leaves the room, blocking it up with stone saying that he will only use this as a last resort if something happens. He begins to walk up the tunnel to the surface but pauses, reiterating that if something happens he will “use the solution. But only if something happens”.
He makes his way up to the surface, staring out over the horizon. “Only if something happens”.
Ranboo says “welp”, claps, and the stream ends. (He did not do an outro saying goodbye, on his twitter he explained that this is canonical what actual happens to the particles, they are just suddenly sent away)
(Ranboo never turned the music back on).
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cherryeol04 · 4 years
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Stray Kids Playing Minecraft~
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A/n: I hope you all enjoy, and if you liked, please leave a like! 💖💖💖💖
Tags: @straysrachaa @lordseochangbin @channiesmixtape @starryseung​ @felixsanxchatbot @jisungsjheekies​ @mrbangchannie
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Chan
- doesn't know almost anything about Minecraft the first time around but he plays with you to make you happy
- you have to baby him for a while
- BUT THEN!
- He goes and learns about the game in his free time
- and then he pleasantly surprises you now that you he doesn't suck anymore
- and most peculiar of all
- he got really interested in redstone
- boi can make some INVENTIONS
- His house is like, fully automated - farm and all
- it makes you jealous but also very proud
- a pretty big pacifist
- shears, veggies and bread is all he needs
- he still big soft baby but he smart baby now
- also, would totally run around with a pumpkin on his head if you could still wear them in the latest version
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Lee Know
- would kill everything that moves
- would hoard all the meat and refuse to give you any
- deforestation at its finest
- king of surplus
- playing with him is actually playing by yourself cuz he goes off on his own
- builds himself a goddamn empire!
- and no one knows where it is
- if he catches you inside his house without permission: shoot first, ask questions never
- mobs fear him, not the other way around
- will give you items cuz you're a charity cause
- actually shares when you both go mining though
- but let's face it, he's just OP
- would try to get all the cats
- totally to chase away creepers
- not because he wants an army of them or anything
- gets annoyed that he has to constantly fish because the cats keep taking them but won't be tamed by him
- he totally did not search for mine shafts just for name tags to name his cats
- DO NOT HURT HIS CATS
- or he'd cancel you in-game and irl too
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Changbin
- would be super excited to play Minecraft with his friends
- he would be the first on the server to scout out the land and get resources
- however, no one warned him about night fall
- and all the creepy, scary things that spawned
- changbin lives in the ground now
- he dug a hole at the base of the mountain to take refuge during the night and never looked back
- normal person? No way! He was a mole now!
- the best at mining and interior rock design
- he would only resurface to seek out food and animals
- it was Changbin who stole all the cows and sheep, so you couldn't find them for felix
- he would have three large pins just next to his mountain
- lots of cows, rainbow sheep and pigs with saddles
- " uh...so I found these pins of animals and like...no house?"
- "What?"
- "I think the magical Minecraft fairy spawned it into the world?"
- "It's super weird. But I'm gonna kill some cows for their leather"
- "DON'T YOU TOUCH MY COWS!"
- and to your shock, a secret door in the mountain opens and Changbin comes running out
- the door made courtesy of Chan
- "He's got a diamond sword already?!?"
- it's the last thing you scream as he kills you for being near his cows
- and after a round of feeding and breeding, he disappears back into his hole
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Hyunjin
- would only be about building
- he would be the first one to have a diamond pickaxe just so he could mine cobblestone faster
- would also get efficiency V just so he could speed run through the mines
- would wander through different biomes for days to collect clay so he could make concrete
- and while you're busy actually playing the game, he would beg for you to pick flowers on your trip so he can dye the concrete different colors
- his first house would be a mansion
- but he would give up half way because he kept falling off the roof and dying
- would forget he is actually playing the game and would get scared when night falls and mobs start spawning in his unlit house
- not like you didn't tell him countless times to put down torches
- but he kept saying they ruined his aesthetic
- but now he keeps dying because mobs are literally waiting at his spawn point, killing him over and over and over again
- and he begs you to set the time to day and kill the mobs for him
- but you just laugh uncontrollably at him because karma really is a bitch
- but in the end, he ends up making an entire city, and invites the others to come and play on the server.
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Jisung
- would be just like Chan
- a pure ass baby when it comes to playing minecraft, but super eager to play the game
- his first spawn would be in the middle of the night (because of server)
- and you would try to tell him to not leave the safety of spawn, but he just wouldn't listen
- "Listen, Y/n, I know what I'm doing! I'm a pro at this!"
- and he would run confidently into the night, like the actual idiot that he is
- he wouldn't get too far before he was attacked by all the mobs and got killed
- "Well that was just rude!"
- "Oh my god Jisung, I told you not to do it."
- "Well how was I supposed to know they were going to kill me?!"
- and you can only shake your head at his stupidity
- he would eventually wait until daytime, but unfortunately all of his items would be lost due to despawning
- it's not like either one of you were equipped to go and retrieve his items
- zombies sucked man! And skeletons are the worst!
- but with a new day comes a new adventure and you both head out to find a place to call home
- Jisung would run the entire way, even though he had no food to keep his hunger up
- he also wouldn't be paying attention to where he was going and would fall into a hole
- a very BIG hole
- 'J.One fell from a high place'
- "Really Jisung?"
- "I couldn't see it!"
- playing with Jisung would be a very challenging task, because he would never learn
- because by the time he had diamond armor and ready to fight the wither, he would have fallen from fifteen cliffs, twenty holes in caves and three ravines
- "Jisung if you die one more time I swear to god!"
- 'J.One fell from a high place'
- "That's it! I quit!"
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Felix
- You would be so hyped to play with Felix
- You've seen him play other games, so you knew he'd be great at minecraft
- Getting the server had been his idea, the easiest way everyone could play together
- First day of spawn, Felix would already be listing off the things that you would need to accomplish
- wood, cobblestone, iron, seeds, sheep
- it was all just so overwhelming
- by the time you make your first complete set of wooden tools, felix would have iron tools already
- he'd been ten feet underground, digging for more resources while tasking you to find the animals for food, wool and feathers
- easier said then done
- and when he resurfaces and you don't have animals, he would simply sigh and go do it himself
- which would upset you because you would spend hours looking for just one god damn cow
- meanwhile, Felix would take five steps in one direction and come across hundreds of cows!!!
- WHERE DID ALL THESE COWS COME FROM?!?!?
- he'd travel the whole map just to find a jungle to get coco beans
- seriously though, how did he find the fucking jungle?
- it like doesn't exist
- except it does and Minho most likely lives there with all his cats
- Also, there's pandas!!!!!
- Felix would try and tame a panda, even though it's not possible
- When not trying to show off, Felix would be in his crappy little hut (cause hyunjin was still making the city), making cookies and cakes because why wouldn't he?
- at least he shares, unlike someone.....
- Felix would be absolutely unstoppable at the game, while you struggle to get to iron level armor (while trying to keep Jisung alive)
- Felix would have just a big ego
- it's okay though. One strike from Seungmin's sword and he'd be put back into his place
- Revenge is a dish best served Seungmin.
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Seungmin
- the worst of the worst
- he would be the one to pretend to not know the game
- but really, he would be a minecraft expert
- read: troll
- every chance he would get, Seungmin would try to do something to ruin your day
- don't ever go mining with him. EVER!
- he would be the one to lead over a creeper to you in a ravine while you're trying to mine diamonds, right next to a lava pool
- the first one to explode wouldn't do any damage, thankfully
- "Don't you dare bring a creeper over here!"
- "I wouldn't."
- somehow, you wouldn't be convinced
- but you decided to trust him
- y/n clown
- you're just mining away at the diamond when a big explosion happens
- and you notice two things
- 1. the diamonds and the surrounding area were blown up
- 2. you were now in the pool of lava, dying
- meanwhile, Seungmin was running away, cackling like the evil little shit that he was
- the holy terror, that's what they would call him
- he would purposefully go out and fight creepers just to gather their gunpowder so he could make dynamite
- no one was safe from him
- except Minho
- because no one knew where he was
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I.N.
- Jeongin would spend at least two days researching things for the game before actually playing
- he would want to have some knowledge before walking into hell that was the Stray Kids server
- it's okay though, because everyone loves Jeongin
- really, he wouldn't need to do a thing
- diamond armor, enchanted? check
- enchanted weapons? check
- his own cat and dog? double check
- everyone would do anything for this baby
- but Jeongin isn't one to mooch *coughJisungcough*
- even with all his presents, he would still start with the basics of punching a tree
- while others have found this skills in cooking, mining, falling into holes, redstone and building
- jeongin would be more interested in potions and enchanting
- YOU'RE A WIZARD INNIE!
- Jeongin would quickly master potion brewing
- even if it meant battling the scary blazes in the nether
- huh, so that's why Changbin was screaming so much
- he would be hired by Minho to make him potions of breathing so he could go claim an ocean monument
- Jeongin would only do it if he could help
- surprisingly Minho agrees and for the first time in 84 years, everyone gets to see Minho's character
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fireheartfaery · 3 years
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Saving You
Not Ciara writing another gay crackship fic because she got addicted and needed to get something down even though she has no talent and it's too much pressure to write for canon couples in this Fandom because all the fanfic authors are so incredibly talented and she's just a lil bean in a big pot.
Anyway if you want to check out the only other fanfiction I've ever written for this Fandom here it is (spoiler alert it's rowcan).
TW: blood, violence
Edit: meu amor means my love in Portuguese (hopefully. I don’t speak Portuguese so i’m hoping google didn’t lie to me)
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Azriel lands on the snow capped mountain with little more than a whisper. The footprint impression in the snow is barely visible. But it doesn't matter how quiet he is because the deafening screams coming from inside that blackened cave drown out any sound he may have made. Even the vultures that usually circle this mountain, feasting on the decaying bodies that get thrown out, are nowhere to be found now. His black swirls of power reaching for the world dance towards the cave, towards the pain within. He smiles, and it looks like destruction.
Ever so slowly, deliberately, he walks into the mountain that snuffs out light, kills dreams and he becomes the darkness itself.
The first thing he smells is the coppery tang of blood and his rage flickers. A soft red glow begins to illuminate the passage he prowls. His anger burns. He steps into a room, charcoal figures laughing at the armoured red light in the middle of them. He is an inferno.
"Leave him alone." He says softly. He knows they hear because backs stiffen.
His shadows are already weaving themselves through the figures, sussing out weaknesses, places to exploit, fun. They whisper in his ears but his focus is solely on the person in the center of the room. The red glow is coming from them, little jewels the colour of rubies, blood, decorating their body.
"What did you say?" A creature snarls, moving towards him.
"Let him go." He doesn't enjoy repeating himself. It's a waste of energy that gets depleted far too quickly.
"Why don't you make us Illyrian." The thing spits the title like it's dirt on its tongue.
"I don't want a fight." His voice is still so quiet. His eyes glance to the tank of water at the far end of the cave and he knows what they used it for. He's used that same tactic more times than he has fingers to count.
His gaze mists with fury as he takes everything in. Ropes wrap like jewellery around the person in the chair and long, inky hair plasters to sheened skin.
"Keep your shadows away from us!" Something growls.
"Give me my soul." He snaps back.
"Your what?" They look confused, leathery skin bunching as they frown at him. And then one of them giggles. It sounds like sharp nails on broken slate.
"He is your soul?" It crackles, "Gods you two are disgusting."
"Let's just kill them both." One pipes up, hunger rasping it's voice.
"Good plan."
And then faster than Azriel can blink they're pouncing on him: beady, swamp eyes bright with evil and scaly fingers reaching for his exposed skin.
He closes his eyes to them, wishing he had the space to block his nose too. Ever so slowly ice starts to slush in his veins. He can feel their toying, thinking he's surrendered. They same something in a language lost to explosions and extinction and he wonders briefly, pinned under their massive bodies if he'll ever learn all the languages of the world. The sapphires at his shoulders, on his chest start to glow. The ice in his veins is unbreakable. He opens is eyes. Everything shatters. And three creatures turn to dust and shards raining down over him.
There is a vile screech and he hears someone slice skin. With what he doesn't because he's already moving through the crowd. He is a whirlwind, a blizzard, chaos-incarnate. Power thrums in his fingers as he slams a fist into what could be a gut. The floor trembles underneath him, like even it is afraid of the warrior it holds.
The creatures flock to him like birds, beasts, vultures. They claw and shriek and snap razored teeth. He obliterates them. A look, a blade that sings secrets, and jewels of power flowing through him. He is invincible.
One of them blocks his path, "He is dead Illyrian. You are too late."
Azriel plunges a hand into its chest, bones cracking as he rips out its husk of a heart.
"Too late, too late, too late." They start to hum, crowding him.
A discarded body lies in a pool of maroon, a flickering red light surrounding it.
The Shadowsinger's mind goes blank. A claw plunges into the hollow of his throat. He tastes iron. The ice in his veins melt. The world goes black. And the demon inside him opens an eye.
Azriel rips his throat away from the puncturing nail and smiles like sin. True fear enters the creature’s eye but before it can save itself it is nothing but debri. The world narrows to each thing as they enter his- the demon's- line of vision. And one stumbling, shaky foot at a time he moves across the room. Obliterating anything that so much as breathed.
When he turns around to survey the destruction he is pleased to see twitching limbs and a trail of hearts following him. The demon inside him licks its lips. He thanks it and it settles back to sleep once more.
With a deep breath he turns to see the person he had come for. A strangled noise catches in his throat as he falls to his knees and cradles the unmoving body. Those red stones had flickered out, dull and dusty against his own bright blue ones.
"Cassian." He chokes on a sob.
"Please." This is not real.
"Meu amor, please!" The dam in his chest breaks.
Tears fall hot and fast onto their black armour but he doesn't bother to brush them away, just cradles his soul in his arms and rocks back and forth.
An earthy brown hand twitches. He does not notice. Lost in his grief, pain. Hazel eyes gently blink open.
"Az?" A confused rasp echoes through the cave.
Azriel stops moving, gaze sliding down. He isn’t quite sure this is real. There's every possibility he's dreaming.
"Cas?"
"What's wrong? What happened?"
"I— You—" He doesn't have words, doesn't know how to form them. His tongue is lead.
"Did I pass out?" Cassian looks over himself trying to find injury or cause for his unconscious state. "I don't understand."
For there is nothing there. No stab wound, or claw mark, or anything.
"You're alive?" The Shadowsinger is still frozen.
"I don't think any harm was done to me?" Cassian frowns. He was sure he had been tortured for three days at least. But there is nothing. Not even a scar.
"I heard them bring a sword down on you," He mutters, "I heard them hurt you."
But suddenly it doesn’t matter because they’re here and they’re together, and they’re alive. So he cups a warm brown cheek and sears their lips together. It’s like drugs, and addiction, and home. He can taste blood, but there’s wood and forests and adventure there too. The shadows gather around them, like a blanket. Joy blooms in his chest, and the blue stones glow brighter. Cassian’s red ones spark back to life. They are power, and beauty. They are ethereal.
The General breaks away, gasping for breath, but a grin splits his face and happiness spills out. “I love you.”
Before Azriel can reply he gasps. A burning as hot as lava blooms on his side. He looks down slowly and frowns at the growing stain of blood over his ribs.
"What happened?"
He can't talk as his throat opens up, and red spills down the pale column.
The Illyrian in his arms scrambles up and grabs his chin, alarm flashing neon in his eyes. "What the fuck is going on?"
He doesn't know how to tell his love, his heart, his soul that the demon does not do things for free. That he suffers the injuries of every creature it kills. He does not know how to tell Cassian that he asked the demon to take his injuries too.
So instead he grabs those long, supple fingers and places it on his chest. Their gazes clash, and the sea finally meets the earth.
He smiles through the pain. Taps three fingers to the red stone on the Illyrian's chest. I love you. He blinks once. And the Shadowsinger sings no more.
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thecozywhaleshark · 4 years
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Min Yoongi and the Curse of Merlin
Chapter 2: Journey to the Center of the Earth, But Worse 
Word Count: 1870
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Maybe it was the heat waving through the air, the throbbing red walls, or the fact that I was underground, but I had a killer headache.
Or, it could very possibly be from the ghost of my long lost ancestor pulling me through endless tunnels while talking a mile a minute.
Yeah, that was it.
At the moment, Merlin was busy telling me every detail of his exciting life as Arthur’s right hand man and wizard, while I struggled to not stop where I was and close my eyes. What? Don’t judge me. The floor looked warm.
It felt like we had been walking for hours when I finally had enough.
“Sorry to interrupt your oh so important telling of yet another time when you and Arthur were in another terrible battle, but where are we going?”
Merlin looked cross at being cut off. “To get Arthur! Have you not been listening this entire time?”
“Oh, I have been. But if you haven’t noticed,” I gesture around the cavern we were currently standing in. “Everything looks the same. How do you know we haven’t been going around in circles?”
“Oh that’s easy,” Merlin laughs and continues on, tugging at my arm to keep me going. “I’m just letting the pull of the King lead me.”
Okay, this guy is definitely crazy.
I stop dead in my tracks, forcing him to stop and look back at me. “The pull?”
“Yes, the pull.” Merlin tugs on my arm, impatient to keep going. “Don’t you feel it?”
“You’re holding my hands its physically impossible for me to not feel it.”
Merlin sighs in exasperation and lets go of my hand, stepping back. “Now that I’m not touching you, do you feel it?”
He steps closer to me, looking me up and down earnestly. “Do you feel… the pull?”
“The only pull I feel is towards the nearest coffee shop. Do you think this volcano has like an internal city? Some sort of Journey to the Center of the Earth thing going on?”
Merlin blinks.
“I’d settle for like a black tea if you have it.”
Merlin turns on his heel. “If you don’t want to take this seriously, then you’re just going to have to follow me.”
I scuff my toe in the dirt and sigh, seeming to have no other choice unless I wanted to be stuck in a volcano for the rest of my life.
“So that’s a no to the coffee then.”
Merlin continues forward, turning right into yet another stroking red cavern, leaving me no choice but to follow him lest I end up losing him and wandering the underground until I die.
Actually, not the worst way to die…
Nah. Not today.
With a sigh, I continued following him, zoning out at the walls as we go. I’ve honestly lost how many twists and turns we had taken, and if you were to ask, I wouldn’t have the faintest clue how to get back out.
So I guess trusting the deranged ghost of my long lost magical ancestor would have to do.
I was so zoned out looking at the hem of Merlin's coat dragging through the dust on the ground that I didn't notice he had stopped until I ran straight into him... and then through him.
"Gah!" I yelped, shaking myself all over. "That's cold!"
Merlin frowns, stepping to the side and standing next to me. "You know, it's feels rather unpleasant when you walk through someone."
"Believe me, it's just as unpleasant to walk through someone. God. I can't un-feel that." I shake my arms, trying to get rid of the chill.
"It will go away, after all, we are in the center of a volcano." Merlin chuckles, pressing his hand against a wall.
I look around where we have stopped. "Oh great, a dead end."
Merlin frowns. "Not dead, just hibernating."
"That doesn't make sense."
"Yes it does." Merlin pushes his arm through the rock and disappears, only to re-appear a moment later. "Are you coming?"
I knock on the wall. "Can't. I'm solid."
Merlin frowns. "I guess that does put a damper on things...hold on, I have a plan. Stand back."
I step away from the wall seconds before Merlin blacks a hole through it with a gust of cold air and a satisfying crack.
"Jesus Christ!" I shout, coughing and waving red dust away from my face. "Give a warning next time!"
"I did." Merlin gestures impatiently as I crawl through the hole.
"Longer than two seconds, for fucks sake." I jump to the ground on the other side and wipe at my eyes, trying to get the dust out of them.
"But why would I want to give you more than two seconds when we have made it to the King?" Merlin scurries over to a great stone slab with a statue on it and falls to his knees. "My King! Arthur! I have found you at last!"
"Uh..." I peer over his shoulder and look at the statue. "He's stone."
"On the contrary. He's been only made to look like stone." Merlin stands and begins to dust off Arthur's stone frame with his hands, cooing at him. "You're so dusty. We can't have you be dusty, now can we? You're the great King and all..."
"Please stop dusting the stone statue. It's weirding me out." I say, stuffing my hands in my pockets.
Merlin huffs. "Sorry. Arthur was always one for cleanliness. Thought I'd just help him out a bit."
I shrug, looking down at the supposed "once and future king."
"So, are we supposed to carry him out of here or?"
"No! We are to raise him! Or well, you are, with my help. A lot of my help, actually."
"Then why am I here? If you can just do it yourself?"
Merlin begins searching in his robes, fumbling for something. "Because in case you haven't noticed, I'm no longer alive."
I begin to back away from the stone table, hands out in front of me. "Wait a second, did you bring me here as some sort of human sacrifice?"
"No! Not exactly." Merlin grabs my shirt and shoves me back towards the table. "Just need a little blood."
"Excuse me?!" I squeak, watching as Merlin pulls a knife out of his cloak and smiles, his grip like iron on my wrist.
"Ah! Here it is!"
If you thought it was going to be some slender, delicate blade, or maybe Excalibur itself, you would be wrong. 
Merlin was holding a very sharp butchers knife of sorts, carved with ancient ruins on the blade that strangely glowed green in the red light of the cavern.
"Now hold still." I try to jerk my hand away, but Merlin manages to make a slender cut on the inside of my palm, then turns it upside-down over the statue and begins chanting.
"OH ARTHUR, GREAT KING OF CAMELOT, WIELDER OF EXCALIBUR AND FRIEND TO THE GREAT MAGICIAN MERLIN -"
"Way to toot your own horn there, but okay."
Merlin ignored me, continuing on. "ONCE YOU WERE DEAD, BUT NOW YOU'RE TIME HAS COME AGAIN. THE WORLD NEEDS YOU ONCE MORE. RISE - THE ONCE AND FUTURE KING! ARTHUR... PENDRAGON!"
He slams my bleeding hand upon the stone heart of the statue and summons a bolt of lighting to strike through it.
For a second nothing happens and I'm about to make some snarky remark when all of the sudden the cavern rumbles and the stony figure of the King shakes as the dust falls off him and he begins to sit up, his eyes opening to a shocking blue as he turns to look at us.
Merlin falls to his knees. "MY KING!"
"Oh hell no. This is some sort of Frankenstein shit. I'm out." I turn to leave, ready to face losing myself forever and dying in a pool of lava over dealing with a zombie man.
Merlin grabs the back of my shirt and pulls me back to the stone table.
Arthur blinks at us, looking back and forth. "Who's Frankenstein?"
Merlin pats Arthur on the shoulder. "No one you should concern yourself with, your highness."
"Am I Frankenstein?" Arthur points to himself, mystified.
"No, you are Arthur." Merlin insists.
"Are you Frankenstein?" Arthur looks at me, tilting his head. "What an odd name."
"No, he is Yoongi."
Arthur looks even more confused. "Then who is Frankenstein?"
"Nobody! Nobody is Frankenstein!" Merlin shouts, grabbing Arthur's arm and trying to help him to his feet.
"Mary Shelley would be offended." I huff, reaching for Arthur's other arm and helping him up when Merlin gives me a pointed look.
"Who's Mary Shelley?" Arthur asks and Merlin sighs.
"Again, nobody you should concern yourself with."
"I SHALL DECIDE FOR MYSELF!" Arthur roars and turns to me, his head lolling on his shoulder.
"Who is this Miss Mary Shelley?"
"She is a famous author. Gothic literature."
Arthur smiles, nodding slowly. "An author. A very important profession. Someone I think I should concern myself with. Isn't that right, Merlin?"
Merlin glares at me before nodding his head. "Ah - yes. I suppose so."
"Exactly." Arthur Nods and rests his head on Merlins shoulder. "Where am I?"
Merlin sighs and waves his wand. "Inside Mount Etna."
Arthur looks confused. "Inside?"
"Not for much longer." Merlin sweeps his cloak over the three of us and with a few murmured words the grey smoke reappears and takes us out of the volcano.
When the smoke clears, I realize we that we are not, in fact, in Seoul.
"Uh... Merlin?"
"Yes, grandchild?" Merlin lets go of Arthur and claps his hands together, shaking off residue smoke.
"First of all, it's weird when you call me grandchild. Second, Arthur has passed out." I shake him a little and Merlin looks over.
"Ah, he'll be fine."
"Third...this isn't Seoul."
Merlin peers around, still shaking his cloak. "What do you mean? How do you know?"
"Well for starters, that over there is Buckingham Palace."
"Could be a replica."
"We're standing on Big Ben."
Merlin steps over to the edge and looks down. "Oh, well would you look at that."
I roll my eyes. "So, are you going to magically poof us to Seoul? Please?"
Merlin chuckles nervously and wraps his cloak around himself a little tighter.
"Unfortunately, my time here in the mortal world is coming to a close and my powers are limited. I have to go back to the other side now."
"You what-? Wait you can't seriously leave us on top of Big Ben."
Merlin pats me awkwardly on the shoulder and steps closer to the edge. "You have the blood of Merlin in you! You'll be fine...hopefully."
"Hopefully?! What do you mean hopefully?! We're in fucking LONDON!"
"Tootleloo-" Merlin waves, stepping off the edge and disappearing in another cloud of smoke.
As soon as he dissolves into thin air, Big Ben decides to chime right then, causing me to stumble and drop the once and future king on the roof.
"Fucking perfect." I spit, trying to grab at him and keep him from sliding. "Or should I say, bloody brilliant."
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Bound by Destiny ― Chapter 13: The Shadows
PAIRING: Kamilah Sayeed x MC (Nadya Al Jamil) RATING: Mature
⥼ MASTERLIST ⥽
⥼ Bound by Destiny ⥽
Nadya Al Jamil (MC) has been struggling from the day she moved to Manhattan, but her new job as assistant to the mysterious CEO of Raines Corp was supposed to turn her luck around. Until she finds herself caught in the middle of a war involving the Council of Vampires who secretly run the city. An evil from the birth of Vampire-kind stirs beneath, feeding on the conflict, and finds Nadya bound to a destiny she never asked for.
Bound by Destiny and the rest of the Oblivion Bound series is an ongoing dramatic retelling project of the Bloodbound series and spin-off, Nightbound. Find out more [HERE].
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⥼ Chapter Summary ⥽
The Awakening Ball turns upside-down when Ferals attack. Nadya goes into hiding with new friends... and ends up finding an old one along the way.
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When the penthouse door opens in the other room Nadya’s still awake.
She looks at the clock — worries her bottom lip between her teeth as 02:59 changes to 03:00 right on cue. Arches her back to flip her hair over her shoulder and shake it out. Either this will go surprisingly spectacularly or it will be her largest failure to date.
Either way Nadya knows better than to expect anything to go according to plan. Especially something as important as this.
Nature sets the stage for her; flashes an arc of lightning across the sky that gives her a backlight against the large glass wall that serves as Kamilah’s bedroom window… right as Kamilah herself enters the doorway.
The vampire stares in statuesque silence; looks Nadya’s naked body up and down on the smooth canvas of her maroon duvet.
Twenty seconds pass — thunder rumbles in the distance.
“Have you anything to say to accompany your… spontaneous decision?” Kamilah finally asks.
Nadya bears down all her nerves and slides her hand over her midriff.
“I’m tired of waiting?”
It comes out less a declaration and more a question; makes Nadya curse herself mentally when Kamilah’s full lips quirk in amusement.
“Are you telling me, or asking?”
“Telling you.”
“Is that your final answer?”
There’s no hiding the way her flush starts at her cheeks and goes all the way down her body. How her toes curl at half-formed thoughts of what’s to come when she realizes she’s being toyed with.
So she tries again; “I’m tired of waiting, Kamilah.”
Every step the woman takes towards the bed is slow and purposeful agony. Nadya watches her nostrils flare and dares to imagine in the darkness of the room that Kamilah can taste her arousal on the tip of her wicked tongue.
“Such a daring little thing, aren’t you?” Her voice grows husky as she trails two fingertips along Nadya’s prone jaw; follows the movement with her eyes as they travel down her neck, tickle her collarbone, skirt around the curve of her breast. Nadya opens her mouth to respond but the finger over her lips has other plans.
“Speaking requires permission, now. Do you understand?”
Somehow Nadya’s body manages to break out in even more thrills. She nods once and earns a proper smile in reward.
“There will be no crude word choice to act as a symbol,” Kamilah purrs, “should you wish to stop, simply say ‘stop.’ Do you understand?”
Her second nod earns Nadya the press of a finger against her bottom lip; the nail catching on her front teeth as Kamilah slides it along her tongue. Nadya sucks on the digit with eager obedience. Marvels at the sudden black that envelops the eyes of the woman before her that mean only one thing: arousal.
They maintain eye contact like breaking it would kill them both. The room, hot and heavy against the summer night, echoes empty with nothing but the wet noises of Nadya’s desperation to please, to encourage.
She actually whines when Kamilah draws her hand back. Catches herself leaning forward and she has to stop herself, adjust her hips and the pooling lava in her belly. There should be an actual award for the restraint she shows by not moaning the temptress’ name.
Some stuff definitely happens in the interim but Nadya’s brain must have flicked off in between then and now. Her mind has certain priorities and at the moment the largest one is the way Kamilah’s naked body hovers over hers, holds her arms up above her head… the dichotomy between the cold body and its startlingly warm mouth.
“Hnnhgh…” It would be great if Kamilah would shove something in her mouth to erase the temptation of talking — but that would be too easy.
“Remember your place, Nadya.”
Kamilah lowers her attentions in breathless kisses scattered around her middle. Nips with blunted teeth and hot breath that tickles thin dark hairs she wanted to hide but now is glad for — just more of her for Kamilah to bask in.
She drinks from the well of Nadya’s skin like it’s the Nile — haha, punny — and she’s been lost in the desert. And just when she thinks her eyes have gotten used to the darkness, to the faint outline of Kamilah’s seduction, the storm outside blinds her in a flash.
And Kamilah definitely takes the opportunity to surprise her with a kiss somewhere new; somewhere exciting.
Nope, she can’t do it. Can’t stay still or quiet any longer — not when she’s finally getting the thing she wants most in the entire world. Not when she’s finally with the person she wants most in the entire world.
“Kamilah!” Nadya gasps — like a trigger pulled Kamilah is suddenly gone. It makes her whine and writhe upon the silken bed. Turns her grasp on the iron-wrought headboard into white knuckles and sweaty palms.
The world around them is dark — too dark. Nadya squints towards the window but the New York skyline has gone black as the void.
In the distance the clouds part to the light of the full moon. Too far to objectify, too far to bring her comfort. But somehow close enough to bathe Kamilah’s bedroom in an ethereal lunar glow.
Nadya barely stifles her gasp as Kamilah comes into view atop her. Straddling her frame on either side of the bed but easily avoiding touch. Thank god she’s still there.
She peels her hands from above her; reaches out to wreathe her fingers in honey-brown hair.
“There you are…”
The smile with which the vampire looks down at her is soft; affectionate. Doesn’t last long enough when it begins to melt like a glacier into a twisted snarl of ravenous fangs and a predator’s blood-red eyes.
“Here I am.” Croons whatever monster is left in Kamilah’s image; inhabiting her body like a shell.
The air grows cold around them; chills the sweat dripping down her prone body until she’s shaking on the verge of collapse.
Nadya tries to look around, tries to understand, but Kamilah’s hand grasps at her chin on the cusp of painful — holds her gaze upwards.
Something isn’t right. “Kamilah…?”
As Kamilah opens her mouth to speak another hand — pale, masculine, calloused and almost like stone — brushes Nadya’s hair from her forehead.
She tries to scream but the hand moves down to her throat. Makes her watch as a familiar face of impeccable beauty and devastating monstrosity looms down at her just over Kamilah’s shoulder.
“Is my Queen not the most divine?” asks the Man from the Painting. His smile is more than just a vampire’s — every single tooth a pointed fang.
She can’t scream. Not when she watches him—Gaius—kiss Kamilah’s temple above her. Not when his hand presses onto her trachea with ease. Not when both vampires descend in a blur of violence on either side of her neck.
Not when the moonlight grows in the room to illuminate the piles of corpses littered around the bedroom floor.
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It’s the kind of nightmare that should send her jumping back to consciousness with a racing heart and those bleary moments trying to make some sort of connection with the physical world.
Maybe she does jump — her heart is definitely racing fast enough — but Nadya knows without a doubt she’s awake. Not only because it was impossible for that to have been anything but a dream, but because the world she wakes up to isn’t all that much better.
No one comes rushing to see if she’s all right. Not just because she doesn’t know anyone — because she does. Looks across the narrow aisle of the coach car where Greer cradles the larger form of his partner in his arms.
Tear tracks in their makeup run down their cheeks. There’s something powdery in Brandon’s hair. Ash — realizes Nadya too late, and her stomach heaves yet again to try and empty itself but there’s nothing left to throw up.
Compared to the rest of the passengers Nadya’s pretty darn okay. Unharmed — if shaken. Intact — if covered in the blood of others. Alive — if struggling to fully grasp that concept.
She’s alive. And that’s better than could be said for Megan.
A figure blocks her view of the boys and she looks up to see a younger girl, probably no more than sixteen, offering her a small bag of snack chips.
She carries the box tucked under her arm. A new sound joins the choir of weeping the train has been chugging along to; the rustle of plastic bags and processed junk being eaten not for enjoyment but for survival.
Nadya takes the bag — gestures silently across the way and the girl gives an understanding nod when she gives her Brandon and Greer’s shares. My condolences, says the misty shimmer of her young eyes. But she moves on to the row behind Nadya. Keeps going. Keeps doing good.
There must have been a group that raided the food cars because after her they just keep coming. Some offer sandwiches; frequently groups of two and three bring around water bottles and tiny paper cups of hot tea.
Near the front of the car Nadya looks to see a couple scouring over a trembling young man. Checking his arms, neck; any exposed skin. They coax him to turn and that’s when Nadya catches sight of his fangs.
“A-Am I clean?” stumbles the vampire when the couple finally pull away. They nod and open the passage door.
“Remember to take only what will get you to tomorrow.” One of them warns. The door closes behind the vampire loudly.
It’s all absolutely awful. The empty seats scream of casualties in a number Nadya doesn’t even want to comprehend right now.
But the sight of people — some vampires, some humans, all people — coming together to try and do what they can… it brings back just a little bit of light in the world.
Everyone exits the train like the beginning of a strange foreign film; both outside of time and within it. Those who wore modern costumes don’t have to worry about standing out but Nadya can’t exactly take the subway in a dress not only half the size of a row of seats but also torn, matted; stained with blood.
“You’ll fit right in,” says the Lily-voice in her head, but she doesn’t even want to risk it.
She wants to go home. Realizes with a strange numbness that she really has no home to go to. She can’t see Nicole being hospitable without Adrian at her back and while the thought of Gerard comforting her with a cup of hot chocolate makes her legs go to jelly it feels wrong. Wrong to just… go there without them.
Nadya has to lean against a nearby column to steady herself as all the terrible horrible what ifs try again to push against the door she’s slammed them behind. She clasps the Clan Sayeed charm between her clammy palms and actually prays.
“Nadya, pet, c’mon — we can’t stay here.”
She looks up and hastily wipes away her tears at the sight of Brandon and Greer approaching hand-in-hand. It feels wrong to cry in front of them. At least she can have hope those she cares about will return.
“Brandon — I —”
He shakes his head and Nadya falls silent. Reaches out with his free hand; she takes it in both of hers and tries not to think about the sight of Megan going grey underneath their touch.
“I know,” he says through a voice thick with pain, “and thank you. But this place is going to be barren soon.”
At a quick glance she sees he’s right; the train is already preparing to depart and the survivors leave in hasty groups. Some head towards the nearby parking complex while others step into cabs and hired cars that pull onto the nearby road in a trail of burning rubber.
“Where will you go?” she asks; contemplates the sobering thought of not being alone by offering them the apartment she isn’t even sure she has keys for any longer.
Brandon pulls his hand away and produces his phone from his breast pocket. Starts typing on the screen furiously. The backlight illuminates his face with an eerie blue glow; makes it easier to see the tears he’s trying desperately not to shed. His hands are shaking. Greer is there to steady them.
“Our flight back overseas isn’t for a few days,” Greer laments, “but while we were in town we were staying with some friends. Group of vampires living on the low — an old flame of… of hers.” He doesn’t say Megan’s name. It’s still too painful.
She wants to warn them of the dangers of staying in the city without Council approval — remembers then that there might not even be a Council anymore.
But it’s enough that they have a place to go. “Good. I’ll stay with you until they can pick you up.”
The couple exchange somber glances. Greer pulls her against him and kisses the top of her head.
“Not happenin’, pet. You’re coming with us.”
“No, no I have somewhere to go.”
“Do you, though?”
He probably doesn’t mean it to sound as harsh as it does but the words sting enough; make Nadya flinch against him. “They’ll come back. They have to.”
“And I hope they do,” Greer clarifies, “but until they do — or don’t — I don’t like the thought of you on your own.”
“I’m a big girl.”
“In a big dress.” Brandon comments quietly. It’s enough to make them all smile even if for a moment.
He pockets his phone. “Alright, she said her boss is on his way.”
“Ooh, good. I could use a bit of eye candy right now.”
There may not be as much heart in the way Greer says it but it eases the tension from everyone’s shoulders.
They wait together inside the midnight ride section of the station. It’s just a couple of plastic chairs and a closed coffee cart but it’s not standing outside and being questioned about what they’re wearing, who they are, or what happened to them.
Nadya’s finding it harder and harder to stay awake. Now that the tumultuous emotions and fear-fueled adrenaline of their escape has passed through her she feels hollow; like a being of exhaustion wearing her face for a mask.
Then she remembers the last look back. The sight of Kamilah wrenching a large executioner’s axe from the grasp of a suit of armor and vanishing into the fray — of Adrian holding two hulking Ferals back by the necks with their grotesque fangs just inches from his face.
And she isn’t tired anymore.
Brandon’s fallen asleep on her shoulder when their ride finally shows. A dirty beaten van with rust creeping up from the undercarriage and ‘NORTHMUN & CO. PLUMBING’ in peeling letters on the side.
It definitely isn’t the scariest thing Nadya’s seen tonight but it sets off all her ‘Single Girl Alone in New York’ alarms and makes her wish she’d just sucked it up and called Gerard.
With a nudge and a soft “c’mon,” she helps Brandon up and together the three leave the stillness of the platform’s purgatory to head out into the big, bad world.
The van’s back door slides open; Greer helps her up and into a crumby leather seat. She moves a tool box and pile of oil-smeared rags onto the cluttered floor to give the boys space.
Only then does Brandon give himself the luxury of a relived sigh. He reaches out and knocks on the small dingy window between them and the front of the van. It slides open and the hand that Brandon takes in his has a strong grip and a strangely familiar voice.
“I’m sorry for your loss, Brandon.”
Brandon doesn’t acknowledge it. “Thank you for picking us up. I know it’s risky for you to be out like this.”
“Well, you were willing to wait until everyone was gone so…”
Nadya’s still trying to place the voice when the van groans to life and begins its journey towards the city.
“I only got the cliff notes of what happened,” the driver continues, “and I know it’ll be a tough talk to have — but we need to know the level of danger we’re in.”
Whether she can place the voice or not aside — Nadya’s really not a fan of the tone.
“I understand.”
“The sooner the better.”
Brandon looks almost guiltily at Greer. “Well, I was hoping we could rest first…”
“You can rest after. This isn’t just about you.”
“All right, nope.” Nadya manages to stand without immediately falling over into a pile of pipes strapped down to the van floor, holds herself up on a metal hook and smacks her flat palm on the driver’s side wall just beside the window.
She succeeds in startling the driver — but has to hold on when they swerve and straighten out.
“What the hell is your problem,” the man barks, “are you trying to get us killed?!”
“You need to shut up. He just lost his sister, you jerk. So how about you show a little compassion, I don’t think it’ll kill you!”
The van slows to a halt — the traffic signal’s red glow streams into the back. There’s the sound of a seatbelt unbuckling and as Nadya falls back into her little seat the driver half-turns to scorn her.
“Just who the hell do you — think… you are…”
Nadya has to take a second for her eyes to adjust. It’s easier when the light turns green behind the shadow of his head but she’s definitely seen his face before.
Judging by their reactions they recognize each other at the same time.
Jax’s jaw is set in a scowl that twitches his upper lip. She has to push down her surprise and the sudden rush of thoughts but Nadya takes a little pride in how quickly she meets him foot-first with her chin held high.
“Nadya.” He finally exhales, like she asked him or something, though she’s a little surprised he remembers her name after all this time.
“Chill out,” Nadya insists, “and give him some time to breathe.” To grieve.
Whatever else he’s going to say is drowned out by the first car horn that screams behind them. Followed by another, and another. Jax makes his decision and turns around; slams his foot on the gas so hard they jerk and the free-range equipment goes sliding to the back of the van.
At the next red light he stays up front. Does the same at the one after. Whatever argument they’ll get into has apparently been tabled. At least they have the drive to collect their thoughts.
There’s a hand on her knee and Nadya looks over to see Brandon offering her a tired — if relieved — smile. She takes his hand and squeezes.
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They’ve been in a tunnel going on ten minutes when Jax finally turns and parks. He hops out of the front seat and there’s a brief second where the part of her that’s started to expect the worst at any given time thinks he’s abandoned them.
Then the back doors click unlocked and all three partygoers look to where Jax stands stoic.
“Come on. Let’s get you guys cleaned up.”
Brandon and Greer must have arrived by the same way of transport because they don’t wait for Jax to lead them down one of the several tunnel entrances they’ve parked beside.
The Clanless vampire offers Nadya a hand to help her down; she doesn’t take it.
But before she can follow her friends there’s a heavy hand holding her back. There’s definitely a part of her that channels Kamilah when she rounds on him with anger.
“Let. me. go.”
Jax’s narrowed eyes roam her up and down until he spots what he’s looking for. Grabs her wrist and holds it up to let Kamilah’s charm catch the floodlights above them.
“Where are your masters?” he practically spits.
She acts without thinking — yanks her hand away and smacks him across the face. Judging by the way he doesn’t flinch and the sting in her palm it definitely hurt her more than him but the satisfaction is worth it.
“My friends are risking their lives for the sake of yours.” Nadya hisses. It makes him growl.
“Bullshit. The Clans don’t give a damn about us.”
“That doesn’t change the fact that they’re out there fighting off a hundred Ferals; maybe more. Keeping them from getting to the city — from getting to the likes of you.”
Whatever retort Jax had lined up fades the moment he hears ‘Ferals.’ There’s just the tiniest chip in his bravado and Nadya glimpses justifiable horror before he manages to cover it up.
“A hund… but that’s not possible.”
“Yeah…” and remembering it all wilts her temporary confidence, “they thought that, too.”
When she tries again to head down the same pathway as the others Jax veers her off the course to a different tunnel.
“Where are we going?”
“They know the area. You don’t. This —” a sigh, “—this heads to the Plaza. And it’ll be easier for you to get your bearings so…”
It doesn’t make a whole lick of sense — not what he’s saying, she gets that — but all of this. Down wherever they are. It reminds her of those news clips of abandoned subway tunnels the city didn’t have the funds to refurbish.
Now that she thinks about it, that was a huge point of favor for Senator Vega’s re-election; his initiative to ‘clean up the city’ one tunnel at a time. Nadya, like most people, had let his strange wording go in one ear and out the other. But if that’s truly where they are…
“This is it—isn’t it,” Nadya asks, “this is where the Clanless are hiding out.”
“This is where we’re forced to cower. Where the Clans have forced us to barely live all because they refuse to acknowledge their system is a flawed one.”
Jax corrects her with an edge to his voice and she takes it for what it is — a silent demand to stop asking.
They round a corner and there’s a literal light at the end of the tunnel; dim and yellow in the way old lightbulbs were, accompanied by the smell of those seasonal walnut carts that stopped frequenting the streets in preparation for summer and ice cream.
The tunnel empties out into a bazaar — that’s the only word Nadya knows to compare it to. Not like those in movies filled with hagglers and their livestock trying to sell them under a strange alien sun but all cramped together; ramshackle stalls literally held in place by the skin of their teeth with rusty nails and old wooden planks rotting in some places.
To her left there’s a woman using exposed and collapsing pipes to hang blankets and clothes. Across the excuse for a path, a young duo with tattoos on every inch of skin show a yellowing booklet of designs to a middle-aged man sitting in an old barbershop chair.
The source of the sweet smell, Nadya sniffs to find, is exactly one of those celebratory carts at the end of a corner. The worker wipes sweat from her brow over the hot flames and churns walnuts in sugar and cinnamon in a beat-up wok.
All around her there is life. Life just as vibrant and busy as the streets above them.
“Watch your step.” Jax yanks her back as she goes forward — Nadya catches herself before she trips and falls into a railway gap.
She nods in thanks; still trying to take everything in. “Where are we?”
“An old spaghetti junction for the subway — abandoned after a construction collapse in the Eighties,” Jax points across the market to a crumbled section of the wall and ceiling; marked off with bright yellow police tape that’s been reapplied as many times as it has broken, “It’s served a good purpose. Everyone needs a place to congregate, to chat and meet new people. That’s how it started; just a place to talk. Talking helped some Turned relive their human memories and think of the things that made their life good. Distracted them from the tragedy.
“It kept them grounded; alive. Less chance of Turning Feral that way.”
The word makes her shudder but also see the place in a new light. None of the people around her — which was which, who was who, were they all vampires or were other humans here too? — had a Clan brand. They were all a risk.
Kamilah would be so mad; a thought that actually helps her breathe a little easier.
“I didn’t know there’d been, like, studies done on how that happens.”
“There haven’t. Come on.” Jax doesn’t wait or help her across the rail gap. Nadya struggles to keep up without her dress — and the state of her — getting in everyone’s way.
While they walk he continues; “Ferals are a taboo subject among most vampires. The thing everyone knows about but no one wants to mention. But if we ignore the problem how are we ever gonna find a solution?
“There are myths — pretty much the vampire equivalent of old wives’ tales — about things that can keep a newly Turned from going Feral in the crucial hours after.”
“Like what?”
“Well, blood from a loved one is said to help tether the soul to the body. It’s the first measure we take whenever possible.”
“And the success rate? Did you run trials? What about a control group and a testing group? What if —”
Jax rounds on her quickly. Startles an elderly man nearby but he doesn’t say anything, just huffs and mumbles under his breath. There isn’t even a trace of hunger in his eyes and Nadya comes to the quick conclusion that this guy is probably prone to lashing out.
“They’re people, not experiments! God, that’s the problem with you Clan types. So obsessed with your own wealth and status you don’t realize that a person is still a person even if they don’t have your precious little mark.”
And maybe she had been thinking about it like Adrian once described to her — that awful night she decided to ask about his previous assistant and learned of Adrian’s fight against the Feral problem through modern science over violence — but…
The fact that she can’t find an excuse that doesn’t sound like it was taken straight out of Adrian’s mouth doesn’t do much to affirm her convictions.
Jax takes her silence as a victory. Crosses his arms over his chest and looks down at her smugly.
“I figured you of all people — Clan pet or not — would care about the difference.”
Hands clenching into trembling fists at her sides; before Nadya can say anything Jax gives her his back to approach the woman with her clothes on the knot of pipes overhead.
She’s the kind of old that still looks beautiful; wears her age with grace and commands respect from it. Again Nadya is reminded of Kamilah and, again, her heart aches.
“Well if it isn’t old Mister Matsuo.” She teases; cups his cheek in a wrinkled palm and brushes a smudge of dirt away in a motherly fashion. “If you’re looking to win back your book you’ll have to wait — I can’t just pull away from a good day trading for your gambling problem.”
‘Gambling problem?’ Nadya mouths — has to hide her grin at the flustered way Jax one-arms the woman in a hug.
“Not this time, Evelyn. I was actually hoping for a favor.”
“Ha! Not likely. You owe me, remember?”
Jax huffs. “The favor isn’t mine.”
When they both look her way is when Nadya has her answer; Evelyn has a vampire’s unmistakable grace. She beckons an arthritic finger and gently takes Nadya’s hand.
“Welcome to the Shadow Den, dear,” Evelyn looks down at the blood stain on her abdomen, “I’m sure Jax here wouldn’t leave you hanging if you were hurt, so I’ll give my condolences to your dress.”
The Shadow Den. She keeps that in mind. “T-Thanks.”
“Think you have something her size?” asks Jax with his arms crossed over his chest.
Evelyn coaxes Nadya to turn this way and that; surveys the fabric with a clinical eye by grabbing her skirts and rifling through the folds.
She finally pulls back and tugs off several items from the overhead pipes, then hikes up her own long skirt and toes off a pair of well-loved construction boots. “These ought to do. But I’ll be taking the dress as payment — I think I could make Liv something pretty for her show out of what’s left.”
Before the vampire can grab her dress again Nadya steps back. “You can’t take this,” doesn’t realize she’s said it but she has — “it was a gift.” It might be all I have left. No — stop thinking like that. Oh god, but what if it’s true?
But Evelyn just watches her — watches her with an offering of clothes she doesn’t have to pay for and her own shoes. The woman���s toes wiggle in thick woolen socks on the cement.
So she wraps her arms around her middle and hugs the dress one last time. “Thank you for your kindness. Do you have a place I could, uh…”
“Come back here, dear. Would you like some help?”
“Yes, please.”
Evelyn leads her — helps her hold up all the poof of her dress through the stall’s narrow sides — to a small area walled off with dusty flannel blankets. Closes a dark ocean-themed shower curtain with bleach stains on the hem to give them both some privacy.
She almost asks Evelyn if she could keep the corset. Instead just slips one of the silk ribbons out of its place and wraps it around her charm bracelet tightly. The shirt is a little too big but she cuffs up the sleeves and the opportunity to breathe without whalebone confines is actually heaven.
Part of Nadya expected (hoped, definitely hoped) Jax would be gone when they emerged.
Jax is still there. And he’s not alone.
“Sanderson’s been working his ass off, man. But that doesn’t mean any of those kids are ready for an actual fight —” Maricruz gestures in frustration, her voice weary, “— they’re gonna get slaughtered.”
“You think I don’t know that? Just—have him get on his guys to bulk up weapons. See if anyone’s willing to raid some construction sites for supplies. But they have to look the part, Mari. We’re not having another Lula incident.”
“Yeah, I hear you.”
Her eyes fall on Nadya. Hard-edged just like before, but weary.
Evelyn gently pushes her way passed Nadya with the dress in hand. Starts rifling around for something and smiles at her own genius when she procures fabric shears from a shoe box.
It’s taken her a second but everything sort of clicks, then. “You were Megan’s ex.” She recognizes the grief that flickers and dies — somehow feels a little angry that it isn’t harder; that it doesn’t last longer.
“Brandon, Greer — are they okay?”
“Yeah, they’re resting. Or they better be.” That’s not who she wants to ask about and Mari knows it; lets it hang between them ugly and stifling in the already uncomfortable underground air. “You holding up?”
“No, not really.” At least she’s honest.
“Do you —”
“I want to see her.” Nadya demands, doesn’t let her finish, doesn’t want anymore hospitality or kindness from anyone.
Because seeing Maricruz again after all these months lights a fire inside her that she didn’t even know was still there. She’s done crying, worrying, grieving. Everything has gone to absolute crap in the last twelve hours and if this is where she ends up then fine — so be it — but hell if she’s not going to be this close and not see her.
The longer Mari hesitates the angrier Nadya finds herself. “Now.”
Mari and Jax exchange a look. If he keeps setting his jaw like that he’s going to grind his teeth to dust. “I’ll go to Griff. Meet me back at mine when you can.” Then he’s gone without so much as a goodbye. Behind them Evelyn huffs a laugh, mutters something about youths in a hurry and keeps cutting Nadya’s dress.
“This way.” Mari gives as a reply to the expectant quirk of Nadya’s brow.
She follows side-by-side.
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Nadya has only seen giant bank vaults with spinning-wheel locks the size of her dinner table in movies — until now. Thought that ripping them out of their moorings with bits of drywall and anchorings was something only for Hollywood’s penchant for drama — until now.
She’s also definitely never seen this much actual gold in her life — until now.
The middle of the vault floor has been cleared for habitation; bars of precious metals and stacks of what Nadya now recognizes as legal documents, financial records, and auto titles sort of teetering over dangerously. Her fingers itch with that familiar desire to organize and file.
Lily’s done the same thing to the vault as she does to every space she inhabits. There’s a purple picnic blanket underneath her and a discarded pile of snack wrappers waiting to join the big garbage bin in the sky behind her.
Her video games have been replaced by six, no, seven computers. Three laptops and a tablet and three monitors with cables snaking along the floor to towers haphazardly stacked in the vault corner. And don’t even get her started on the accessory keyboards.
Flattened boxes at her sides double as desk space and a crumb-catcher. Nadya spots a neon green water bottle with a crazy straw sticking out. Objectively she knows what it contains but it doesn’t really register.
Without so much as a glance her way Mari abandons Nadya at the entrance to the vault and crouches down behind Lily where her back is turned. There’s a squeal of laughter and Mari dips her head to Lily’s neck, followed by soft moans that make Nadya shift in her borrowed boots.
She watches them with unwelcome bitterness in her heart.
Then there’s whispering, and Mari holds Lily’s shoulders and it takes Nadya a second to realize she’s holding her down. Holding her back.
With her girlfriend’s help Lily slowly stands and turns.
Everything looks the same. She’s even wearing an outfit they bought together — right after Nadya’s first Raines Corp. paycheck, treating themselves to more than just window-shopping for the first time in months — that must have been taken from the apartment when Nadya abandoned it.
Everything looks the same but they meet each other like strangers. Lily’s eyes burn red and Nadya flinches back. There’s a difference between knowing and seeing.
Until she sees the wounded look on Lily’s face; knows that she’s just hurt her best friend in the entire world even though she’s the reason Lily’s like this. — All the messages half-written that she couldn’t muster up the courage to send, never knowing if she would see them at all…
Nadya doesn’t know what to do so she does what she does best. She rambles.
“It’s not something we ever talked about, you know,” she hiccoughs out; feels her throat start to close up and that familiar burn of teary eyes, “like, what we should do if one of us gets hurt — really, really hurt. I know I made you my emergency contact but that was just in case because I didn’t want my mom to have to fly out here, you know? You didn’t have to do it back. But you did.”
Lily nods slowly, whispers; “But I did.”
“Who was I supposed to call, the hospital, your sister? They wouldn’t’ve known what to do. I just kept seeing you laying there and, Lil’, all that blood was…”
“I know you don’t like gore.” She says it like it’s supposed to be a laugh. Nadya isn’t laughing.
“It wasn’t gore! It was my best friend’s life all over the kitchen floor!” And Lily doesn’t know what to say to that; so Nadya keeps going.
“And I was selfish. I was selfish for not wanting to think about a world without you in it. I didn’t even think about what you would want, I was so focused on finding a way to make it all better.”
Through the haze of her unshed tears she watches Lily place her hand over Mari’s; sees her give the older vampire an imploring look and the barest of nods from her.
Then Lily’s across the vault room — her hands are heavy on Nadya’s shoulders but definitely not as heavy as the decision of letting her live or die had been. She thumbs the tears away from Nadya’s cheeks. Clearer, now, she can see Lily holding back her own downpour.
She’d better — together they might accidentally flood the vault.
“I’m not mad, Nadi’. I’ve had time to be mad… and thought about all the time I might have to be mad, too. And it’s just not worth it. You did way more than needed.”
“But I didn’t even think about if you would have wanted… this.”
“Yeah, you did,” Lily gives her a wry smile and a glimpse of fang, “and you knew I would make the single most badass vamp in the whole city, obviously.”
Nadya chokes on her laugh. They take one another’s hands; the cool touch strange but she’s had time to get used to it from others, now. That helps.
Her thought makes her laugh, makes Lily tilt her head curiously.
“Sure,” Nadya teases, “but what do I find? You’re still sitting around on your computer even as a vampire!”
Lily shrugs. “Well… you know what they say. Don’t mess with perfection.”
Their embrace is long enough that Nadya’s pretty sure her arms fall asleep around Lily’s neck. When the squeeze gets a little too tight all she has to do is hold her breath and her newborn vampire best friend backs off; learns the limits of her still-mortal body.
“I missed this.” They both sigh in unison; bring about more soft peals of laughter.
It’s enough. For now — it’s enough.
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flame-cat · 6 years
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YDYD episode one
below the cut are all events of importance that transpired, preserved so that others may learn from the fallen gods’ mistakes
DAY 1 michael immediately falls out of a tree while everyone is gathering wood and apples and such ryan is the first to craft tools geoff builds a lean-to in the side of a mountain after an argument about what a lean-to even is ryan finds a hole michael nearly gets blown up by a creeper, but is in the water so he doesnt die ryan has a successful run-in with a creeper in the hole trevor begins building a farm in the pond next to the lean-to. jack argues with him about how to build it gavin: "who do you think will die first?" michael: "alfredo." everyone agrees aside from geoff, who says lindays gonna die first. she doesnt disagree. michael isnt sure jeremy builds beds for everyone in the lean-to, with alfredo's help in collecting the wool (he did NOT help much) trevor: "hey. alfredo. hey." alfredo: "yeah?" trevor: "waddaya say we just.... get outta here?" "lets both... start our own lean-to, yknow what im sayin?" "here we go. while theyre not lookin, lets book." michael: "while theyre not looking- i dunno what the FUCK alfredos talkin about." everyone is perfectly aware of this development and dont try to stop them at all the twins find sheep. trevor is very excited about this lindsay: "what the fuck you two twins doin over here? stop touchin each other." geoff accidentally destroys the "sap of life" night comes. jack calls everyone back to the hovel. ryan is impressed with said hovel despite earlier shenanigans, the twins come back to go to bed ryan is still in his hole, alone, not knowing where the hovel is, because hes obsessed with cooking his irons i guess. too many irons in the fire geoff suggests a dead pool. everyone emphatically condones this ryan, ALMOST back: "oh god, i hear them." everyone makes it to bed jack congratulates everyone on surviving the first night. DAY 2 alfredo steals jeremys crafting table ryan nearly falls in a deadly hole in a desert michael, next to two block deep water: "careful, gavin. you could drown" geoff is about to follow ryan into a new hole ryan has a dangerous run-in with a skeleton, taken down to three hearts. he abandons the hole jack changes his vote from alfredo to ryan. lindsay approves of ryans running away tactics everyone basically just beats up animals and collects shit. sex jokes are made jack: "who put a tree on top of the house?" lindsay: "me. hi. dont touch my tree." michael wants "sap of life" gavin wants "tree of hope" lindsay just wants her husbands to stop fighting trevor changes his bed covers from white to black, because hes an edgy high schooler i guess ryan and geoff are lost jeremy finds a village. michael says to kill the inhabitants and take their shit geoff finds trevor alfredo spends some time being hopelessly incompetent jack is also mining and wants coal alfredo is proud of his shovel trevor threatens gavin with a beating because gavin doesnt like his one-on-one thing gavin apologises after being a cheeky fuck about it ryan returns with an iron chestplate. gavin is upset that he did that before making everyone iron swords. ryan says he needed the armor to get more iron trevor tries to goad alfredo into jumping into a river from the top of a cliff. they dont do it lindsay calls in the stragglers alfredo falls in a hole in the dark, takes out half his health. he is very scared and freaks everyone out. he gets back fine the tree of hope is grown apparently alfredo also got shot in the back. jeremy michael and ryan herd him back inside for the night. poor boy gavin is about to be locked out by jack, who notices hes being chased by a zombie. hes putting torches in the area around the hovel. ryan watches and makes sure he gets in ok and they cant sleep because gavin brought the zombie to them everyone gets up to help, jack advises them to stay put. ryan deals with it since hes the most equipped. he takes minimal damage the gang finally sleeps michael: "ok, nobody do any funny business in the middle of the night." "where are my pants?" DAY 3 ryan: "theres creepers everywhere." jeremy: "theres two thatre-" *hissssss* "piSSED AT-" *boom!* "Me.... theyre gone." michael takes 2.5 hearts of damage from a creeper from behind jack takes .5 damage dealing with the creepers. its the first time hes been damaged so far gavin is writing a diary on the wall with signs. "dear diary- im not sure about this new world. i dont think ive made many friends yet. maybe tomorrow someone will be f-" alfredo sees the publicly displayed diary and reads it aloud, to gavins embarrassment after some apologies and laughter, gavin gets to finish in private- "THEY FOUND MY DIARY! SCATTER!" lindsay is alerted to the status of the tree of hope. "get the fUCK OUTTA MY WAy i wanna go see my kid" jeremys a fyeshin boi trevor rennovates the house. it has wood instead of dirt michael complains no one is dead yet. jack feels like he should give them more credit alfredo: "i made a STONE pickaxe!" jack: "ok, point taken michael" trevor plants some flowers outside gavin: "alfredo, why you starin at me? you wanna go down?" alfredo: "no, just wonderin what a creeper was doin in here" thems fightin words. everyone oooohs when aflredo says he feels like he could take him may 25th is the "i quit" fight i guess ryan: "ok, everyone quiet for a second." ....... "...i think i hear water near me and i wanna know where it is." gavin does some dangerous shit near a hole, a creeper blows up. after a life check, a vern comes out and takes out half of his health jack: "oh, gavin, dont be the first to die" trevor finds this hilarious before he tramples his lilacs geoff gets it mining is now the thing to be doing geoff brings a witch out of the danger cave and tries to get alfredo to kill her alfredo accidentally hits trevor when trying to mine its the first night they spend out gavin is excited about cave squid and gets hit by a creeper from behind. jeremy helps take it out a skeleton takes out a good chunk of michaels health. hes not nearly as concerned as he should be lindsay gets killed by a zombie while shes in her inventory. shes not even in a cave. geoff gets the zombie too late DEATHS- 1. FIRST BLOOD- LINDSAY michael volunteers to make her grave stone trevor and geoff are home damage control, basically just keeping alfredo safe trevor makes alfredo a sword alfredo kills his first zombie a skeleton starts to pick the home crew off so they retreat inside michael nearly dies to a skeleton in a cave near lava a skeleton starts to fuck up the home crew. alfredo has one heart when they kill it jack finds an enderman near a skeleton. half health michael is stuck at half health because hes hungry. so is jack alfredo continues to be incompetent geoff nearly gets stuck outside with zombies jeremy and gavin tag team some mobs and its pretty great the sun rises over nine made eight. DAY 4 michael and jack come home to heal up and pull the arrows out of their poor bodies jack says michael can use his iron sword better than he can and gives it to him "live together die alone" trevor gets a jack o lantern to light the way home ryan tries to argue for lindsays value. michael says shed have died anyway. alfredo thinks it was a murder jack and the twins  build a farm geoff makes the hovel bigger at the behest of jack michael gets domestic on alfredos ass jack thinks alfredo will die next. michael says both the twins. ryan thinks it will be him michael builds a perimeter of cactus and accidentally hits trevor hovel is now happy house ryan finds gold geoff puts down red carpet night two out! jeremy and ryan live underground at this point jeremy finds a skeleton with chain mail and a zombie support. hes poisoned and at half a heart. he survives and gavin comes in to help kill the witch. michael joins in and kills her in a couple hits. "patillo sends his regards" alfredo continues experimenting with crafting no jumping on the farm!!! what the fuck is alfredo building the lads find an abandoned mineshaft jack is unhappy with the house. so is alfredo gavin is unhelpful with torches when jeremy gets fucked by a spider jack gets chased by a skeleton trying to gather supplies. two hearts. he makes it back to the house with alfredo keeping the monsters at bay day breaks. DAY 5 (DON'T FALL ASLEEP) ryan finds diamond. he is now marked for death the tree of hope becomes lindsays grave "here lies lindsay. she was a good wife" its the tree of life and death gavin has armor alfredo steals michaels iron. he is fucking pissed the tree is now the tree of wife
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Mobcraft Chronicles
Chapter 1: The Game
In a dungeon well-lit by a lava pool, a dusty skeleton lies inanimate on a wall. His name was Jon.
Five meters away from Jon, a rotting zombie cups his left ear- or only ear- to another wall, listening. He calls himself "Bih" because that is all he could remember of his name, since certain parts of his brain have long since withered away.
As Bih was listening to the wall, he heard a cow's moo from the outside.
"Jon!" called an excited Bih. Jon woke up surprised and slightly annoyed.
"What is it, Bih?" grumbled Jon.
"I hear food!"
"What do you mean?"
"I hear a cow!"
"C'mon, Bih! We've got plenty of steak in here!" Jon yelled, but since Bih's only ear was now again pressed against the wall, he didn't hear him.
Bih then, without any other thoughts but food and his natural pathway-finding AI, turned around and started speed-walked towards the dungeon exit.
"Where are you going?" asked Jon worriedly.
"Out, comrade! Out to find a beefs- I mean beef!" Bih replied.
"Wha- Aren't you going to bring any weapons?"
"A smart man will never come at towards the trench!"
"What about dumb men? Or archers? They can still shoot you no matter where you are!"
"You a paranoids. I'll be find- er, uh, fine! Yeah, I think that's it!"
Jon sighed. "I'm coming with you," he said. "I may not need food, but I do need you to stay alive."
Jon rose and opened the dungeon chest to grab his bow and sword. The two roommates walked out of their home and stopped at the four meter wide trench and stared at the drop below. There, at the bottom of the trench (which was two meters deep) stood an old, but plump cow, which made Bih's mouth water. Meanwhile, a young player with the name tag "OwenBurger12" was walking throughout the forest near the trench, for he too heard the cow's moos, and his hunger bar was down to three and a half.
'Thank goodness, an animal!' he thought to himself. 'And once I eat, I'll have enough energy to sprint all the way back home!' As Owen finally made it to the trench, he spotted Jon and Bih on the other side.
"Uh-oh." said Owen. Bih groaned in worry. "Okay then," said Owen as he drew out his iron sword. "Let's get this over wi-" Owen was interrupted by the arrow that struck him in the knee. "Oh, are you serious!?" Just after that, Bih sprinted towards the trench, pounced on Owen, and began pounding his face with his undead fists. Owen, having had enough, punched him in the jaw, which temporarily stunned Bih. Owen then rose up from his pinned position, about to strike.
"Ready..." Jon pulled back his bow. "Aim..." Jon aimed at the tree behind Owen, where a nearby creeper was standing. "Fire!" cracked the skeleton as he released his bow. The arrow flew over the trench and had hit its designated area, which was the second block of wood of the tree (to Jon's chagrin). Owen turned around in question and made eye-to-eye contact with the creeper behind him.
"That'sss a very nice iron sssword you've got there," hissed the menacing mob. "It'sss a ssshame it hasss to go away ssso sssoon... ssssssss-"
BOOM!
Dirt and wood flew, and OwenBurger12 was nothing but smoke and scattered items.
"UGH
why does this always happen to me?!" typed an upset Owen into the server's chat. Unsurprisingly, other players teased at him for his misadventure. If Jon had skin, you would've seen a smirk on his face.
'That would've taught that noob not to come near our trench again!' thought Jon, proudly. Then, he suddenly remembered something he wished he hadn't forgot.
'Oh no! I forgot all about Bih!' worried Jon as he ran towards the edge of the trench, just to see Bih on his stomach, legs out of sight. Such force from the creeper's explosion had blown them to the bottom of the trench.
"Bih! Are you okay?"
"Trench!"
"What?"
"Ah, yeah, I'm fine! No need to fret!"
"Uh... Where are your-" wondered Jon as he slowly tilted his head downwards, just to see Bih's pair of upside-down legs jump back to their feet and quickly rejoined the rest of his body as he launched himself onto them.
"Ta-da!" said Bih triumphantly with his arms spread out.
"Oh." finished Jon whilst regaining his composure. "Well now..." said Jon as looked towards the rising sun. "I believe we should be going back now!"
"Heh, you said 'now' twice." chuckled Bih as he stacked himself out of the ditch with dirt.
"Hey... Did you get that cow, friend?" asked Jon.
"Huh? What co- OH YEAH THAT COW.... Um... Possibiny-"
"Possibly."
"Thanks, possibly! But really, to be honest,"
"Let me guess, you didn't?"
Bih turned around and peered down at the trench. The cow wasn't there. "Awwww maaaaan!" Bih groaned.
"Correct-a-mundo..." mumbled Jon disappointedly to himself.
Bih sat on the ground and held his head down. Jon then walked over to him and placed his hand on his shoulder.
"It's fine Bih," reassured Jon. "We could always hunt tomorrow night anyway-" Jon was interrupted by the crackling sound of fire.
"What's that?!" asked Bih, surprised. He then turned his head to see Jon frantically try to put out his flaming hand. Bih started to feel a bit warm as well, as his skin was starting to sizzle. "Uh-oh..." said Bih.
A split-second later, both were already in flames, running for their afterlives.
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