Ayva was startled, again, when another Enderman teleported next to them, but fortunately she didn't fall down this time. Instead, she stared incredulously and thought to herself, Oh, and would you look at that. Now there's three Endermen I don't think the slime is going to like that. She didn't say anything, but she looked down at the ground and pretended to be suddenly very interested in a rock half-buried in the sand.
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Insulting people for their beliefs is not a good way of convincing them to adopt yours.
Fiction is just a game of make-believe recorded on paper or film. But that's what makes it so great.
Nora gave the slime a few more seconds to contemplate before nodding slightly and pulling the cape back around her shoulders. She had just slid the clasp together when she her the distinctive "vwip!" of a teleporting Enderman. She turned, taking a step to position herself slightly in front of Jel, in between the small Slime and the newcomer. "All right, Jel, I promise I don't know these guys. I can't make you trust me, but please just take my word for it."
Quote from Greevee>>
//Oh, so the mutant mobs. Okay.\\
((Yep, except less mutant-y. I did leave them with the hope of returning back to them in the future, so I guess that turned out well.))
Twitch
A set of eight glowing red eyes opened up simultaneously, with the spider then suddenly bolting back up onto his feet. The creature hissed in response to the surroundings, but then sighed after a few seconds. It's only my home... the cave. Everything's fine, false alarm! The large place was relatively dark, just as Twitch liked it, with only a few torches set around the area. He breathed in the smell around him, his senses confirming that this was indeed where he had been sleeping for the past few months. Ever since Sentinel left him, Twitch had been wandering around the world aimlessly, before returning back here. Where it had all started. His birthplace.
Everything was almost as he remembered it. A few stalactites had collapsed, but overall, it always looked similar enough to give Twitch bursts of nostalgia. The spider then took a shard of rock resting on the ground, rushing over to a certain wall of the cave. An old stone throne sat in the middle, with a human-like figure sitting in its place. The dark and shadowy corpse's head was facing down at an uncomfortable angle, with its arms spread out from the armrest. The eyes of the dead thing were completely dark in nature, devoid of any life, almost like an eternal abyss. Strangely enough, it didn't seem to decay, and merely gave the appearance of an empty shell. By the side however, was a hulking body, whose flesh did indeed rot, positioned in a kneeling position next to the other corpse. It held a torch in one hand, but this did nothing to quell the unbearable stench up close. The spider didn't seem to notice it though; maybe he had grown used to it.
Once the spider reached the two bodies, he scratched a mark onto the wall behind them with the stone, adding one more drawn line to the collection of the many others scribbled onto the cave. Another day. Sooner and sooner... With this thought in mind, he then kneeled down in front of the two corpses, seemingly expecting an audience with them, but mostly with the being which sat in front of him.
"My lord, it's another day... and yet, I'm no closer, I-I admit, to fulfilling my promise.", he looked up to the corpse, who from this angle, seemed to only look away in apathy. The silence to the spider was deafening.
"I hope you can forgive me for this... I-I'm such a failure... but I pledge to continue my duty until my last breath, I promise you that...", Twitch then stood up after a few more seconds, seeing that the figure was still apparently as disinterested as ever. He sighed disappointingly, before then moving away from them.
He then went on to stir around his home, digging in spots of dirt, almost as if hoping to find something. It's here somewhere, come on, where is it!? A few minutes of desperation passed before he grew tired. Twitch considered taking a fresher breath of air first, before continuing his work. Leaving the cave, he then took a walk with no desired destination in mind, simply letting his instincts and luck guide him. Today will be a different day; I promise.
After around thirty minutes, the spider had managed to stumble across what looked like a village close to the desert. Strangely enough, they seemed to be having a party of sorts, if not a charity function. In his current mood, Twitch was only depressed and scoffed at the villagers and mobs. Just as he was about to turn back however, he caught the sight of something which immediately caused him to open his eyes in disbelief. It might've been him losing his mind(well, more of his mind anyways), but the spider swore that he noticed a skeleton in the distance, merely watching the small town from a distance. The mob had an extra pair of arms, donned with a red cape and a cow skull. The only thing which differentiated the skeleton from his last appearance was the fact that it apparently now had two metal, almost robotic, legs. Twitch quickly hid in a nearby bush, murmuring to himself in a slightly excited tone.
"It's him, that mob who once worked with my master! What was his name... um... Grievous?", he whispered the last word to himself in uncertainty. The spider had a grim, slightly joyful, expression on his face. He then attempted to approach him through taking the longest way possible, which was all around the village(as Twitch had no desire to interact with other mobs). Once he was close enough, he talked softly to the skeleton, just in case he was indeed losing his memory and this was someone he hadn't met before.
"Sir... Grievous, is it?"
Rust
The skeletal figure marched across the sandy desert, tilting his leather cowboy hat towards the Sun in order to shield himself from the sunlight. He had been walking here for quite a while now, with what was currently driving him being a pamphlet he had recently found, pertaining to some kind of charity event at a village known as Teft. It was too suspicious for Rust's taste. Something in his non-existent gut told him that something was wrong; and he was going to find out what.
In the distance, he managed to observe what looked like a small gang of mobs. Three endermen, a purple block, and what looked like a slime. Peculiar... They didn't appear to be dangerous... but looks could be deceiving. Rust decided that he could handle them if the need arose, and continued forwards towards them, albeit at a slightly slower and cautious pace, placing his right hand directly on top of his holster to quickly equip himself with his iron dagger if it did indeed turn out that the people ahead of him were hostile.
Jel didn't even flinch when the next enderman showed up, more tired than afraid now. She shook her head slowly.
"I swear, if someone else shows up..." Jel looked at Nora peculiarly. "Uh, whatever you say?" She glanced up at the sky. Losing daylight. With her pace, it'd take her long into the night to reach Teft. She sighed quietly, hoping to get going soon.
Ayva shifted from foot to foot and tried to keep her breathing steady, overwhelmed by the sudden barrage of mobs all round her. It was too much. She preferred to travel alone, anyway. She glanced quickly about the group--an Enderman, an Enderwoman, a Shulker, and a Slime. The Slime seemed wary of the three Enderpeople. Well, she wasn't about to loom over any innocent little creatures. She knew fear too well to impose it on others.
She said, with traces of the High Ender eloquence taught her by her father, "I mean no harm. I will go forth alone. Fare you well."
Without waiting for their answer, she disappeared in a puff of purple sparks.
[Ayva will show up later at Teft, or somewhere round it. Right now she's scoping out the place before she decides if she will enter.]
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Insulting people for their beliefs is not a good way of convincing them to adopt yours.
Fiction is just a game of make-believe recorded on paper or film. But that's what makes it so great.
If you are still accepting, here! If you're not, maybe next time!
Name: Sam
Mob: Creeper (I have no intention of going kamikaze left and right)
Bio: Sam is the last remaining creeper for the Zihal tribe. His mother and father had unfortunately passed away when Sam was a baby creeper. He desperately wanted a friend, but everyone always ran away when Sam approached them. Sam just wants to meet someone who would accept him for who he is.
Appearance: Just a standard creeper, but where's glasses.
Personality: Sam is a really nice, helpful mob. Unfortunately, people always run away whenever Sam approaches them
Other: Absolutely loathes cheeto puffs and has an intense like for green things.
Nora watched Ayva disappear, feeling the air pressure around them change with her absence. She looked towards Teft on the horizon. In standing around, they'd lost precious daylight. "Hey, Jel... If you'd like, I can pick you up and teleport towards Teft. I can't go the whole way in one jump, but it'd shorten our travel time by half at the least. We could still make it before dark, but I don't just want to grab you off the ground if you aren't okay with it."
Grievous quickly spun around, a sword already in hand. He was not expecting a mob to dare come this close, not even a hostile one like himself, especially since nobody had seen him in... years? Weeks? It's been so long, and he's lost count.
"...Yes. How do you know of me?" He asked. He wasn't familiar with this spider, sneaking behind him and hissing so suddenly.
...Then again, this one looked different. He vividly remembered something about guardians... but he couldn't place his finger on it.
At the sight of the spider, the skeleton had reacted swiftly, clearly showing that he had already equipped himself with a sword. The creature raised his two front arms quickly in response to this, attempting to show that he meant no harm. What gave him hope was that the mob confirmed that he was indeed Grievous, and unless he was losing his memory, this meant that he had worked with Nightmare before. It felt like an eternity had passed since then, and yet, here they were. The armed figure questioned him almost rapidly, before the spider smiled in a manner which would've probably been described by the villagers as sinister.
"My name... is Twitch.", he said after a short pause in between. It's been so long since he's talked to anyone, and from Grievous' initial reaction, he could only guess that he experienced the same things he had went through. Great minds think alike, I guess. He then continued.
"You're really him... aren't you? You worked with my master, remember? It an eon before all of this Steve rubbish... you remember that, right?", Twitch watched the skeleton in an almost dire anticipation, hoping that this was indeed the mob he once saw such a long time ago.
Rust
The skeleton was now approaching the group of mobs that he'd previously observed. Looking back up again, Rust noticed that the gang had been reduced by one enderman. He sighed slightly to himself, wondering what it would be like if he could teleport, before trudging onwards through the sandy desert. He was getting closer to those mobs, but by now he honestly couldn't care if they were hostile or not. The desire to reach Teft was still present, and taking a detour wouldn't shorten his travel at all.
Um. Okay. Random flyer advertising free food, water, and shelter at Teft. This sounded suspicious, but you know what? I'm an Enderwoman. I can protect myself, especially against villagers. I probably wouldn't be able to teleport all the way to the village in one go, but I could walk a little in between teleports. Walking never killed anyone. But it almost did, a voice in my mind nagged. Agh, shut up, conscience! Just because you are horribly scarred is no reason to be terrified wherever you go! I scowled and teleported as far as I could go. Which happened to be near a strange assortment of mobs. "Oh. Hi. Did I just impose on a party or something?" I said, quickly trying to cover my arm and failing miserably because you can't cover one arm with the other. I paused. "You guys all heading to Teft?"
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Ayva landed a dozen or so blocks away from the outskirts of Teft, atop a hill. Sun-beached, monochrome cream buildings of sandstone were clustered into a settlement, the tall tower of the village church being the most imposing structure among them. Gravel roads cut the village into a grid, all leading to a large well in the centre of town. Villagers were milling about, and appeared to be preparing an empty town square for this supposed "charity event." Ayva couldn't see if any other mobs had arrived at Teft yet for the event, so she hung back and continued to silently observe.
As she sat on the sandy hill and waited, her mind started to drift. She saw shining sand no longer but now a sunset-gilded hill-land, rolling under a pink and orange eventide sky.
Wait. No. Ayva squeezed her eyes shut, trying to block out the memory. But it didn't work.
“Come on, Ayva!” Dominik's clear voice rang out. “Did you get hit with a slowness potion or something?”
“Blah, blah, blah,” Ayva mocked in the usual annoying-little-sister manner, and chased him up the sunset-gilded hill.
“Ha-ha! Catch me if you can—OOF!” Ayva tackled Dominik, sending them both tumbling to the ground and rolling in the grass.
“Caught ya!” Ayva chirped, giggling hysterically.
“You were supposed to tag me, not tackle me.” Dominik, laughing, stood up and brushed the grass off himself.
“Oops. Sorry!” She said it in a way that meant 'I'm not sorry at all!'
“Oh, don't say you're sorry. That's what you do every time, and the both of us know you don't really mean it.”
Ayva stuck her tongue out at him.
“Okay, now I'm it. Better start running, sis!”
Ayva didn't need to be told twice. She tore off, galloping down the hill and towards the nearby woods, with Dominik in hot pursuit.
“Ayva!” he cried, chuckling. “Slow down!”
“No way. You'll catch me.”
“AYVA!” This time, he voice was serious. “STOP!”
“Why?” The question had barely escaped her mouth when she saw why. A human had emerged from the woods. By the looks of the sparkling new diamond sword in his leather-gloved hand, the glowing enchanted bow strapped to his back, his protective skeleton-bone armor, the scars marring his face, and the creeper-skin cloak fluttering out behind him, this was no mere human but a hardcore hunter. The human locked gazes with her.
Avya froze in fear. Her muscles refused to respond. She stood there, staring at the threat. A sadistic look crossed the hunter's eyes.
“Ender pearl, here I come,” the human boasted, swinging his sword. He would have cut Ayva down like a tree on the spot if Dominik hadn't taken action.
Her brother, huge fangs bared in rage, teleported in front of the hunter in a bright burst of light. Dominik drew his long, sharp claws and swiped, raking them across the human's arm.
“Don't. You. DARE!” he screamed.
“Picking fights, are we, ya dumb Enderman?” the hunter spat. “You ain't gonna win this one, I promise you!”
Ayva could only watch in horror as her brother battled the hunter. Dominik bit and clawed the hunter's arms, shredding them to beef chuck, but the human swung and sliced that sword, the diamond blade glinting cruelly in the dying daylight, and soon Dominik was bleeding from more than a few slash wounds.
Finally, the hunter drew back and plunged his sword as deep as it would go into Dominik's side. He kicked Dominik in the gut, sending the Enderman tumbling backwards. Dominik sprawled on the ground, gasping for breath. Blood pooled around him. His arms and legs twitched. A small teal orb materialized beside him.
“Well, I got what I wanted,” the hunter sneered, twirling his sword in hand. He scooped up the Ender pearl. Tucking the prize away in his inventory, he sprinted off.
Ayva, crying out in despair, ran and dropped to her brother's side. “Dominik!” she screamed, oily tears running down the sides of her face.
Dominik's chest heaved. He stared wide-eyed up at the sky. His figure was wreathed in the blood leaking from his gaping wound, his limbs sticking straight out like the points of a star.
“Dominik...no...” Ayva sobbed. “Why?”
Dominik lifted his head to look at her. “B-be-because,” he said in stuttering gasps, “Y-you're w-worth it. W-why would-dn't I p-prot-protect my sister?” A sad smile crossed his mouth. His brilliant purple eyes dimmed as they shut. His head lolled to the side, and then he was still.
STOP.
The flashback shattered and Ayva found herself in the present, curled into a ball, her head resting on her knees and her paw-hands holding an iron grip on her ankles. Eyes wide, she gasped shallow breaths and shivered as if a cold gust had blown over her. She no longer saw the sunset and grassy hills, but instead the dusty village of Teft. She squeezed her eyes shut, then opened them again, keeping tears from making an appearance. She breathed in and out slowly, calming down, then unsteadily stood up.
Without thinking about it, she started descending the hill towards Teft.
Another enderwoman joined the party. "Oh. Hi. Did I just impose on a party or something...? You guys all heading to Teft?" She said. "What's this... Teifth?" Snatch said, mispronouncing it. Snitch just looked at the enderwoman, curiously.
((I thought I'd mention that my characters cannot read English due to being in the end for most of their lives, however they can speak it for some unexplained reason. #plothole ))
((Oh and also, you may of noticed my new profile picture ))
Grievous lowered his blade. He had mentioned his master... What was his name? He feel like he should remember, like he should have known since the beginning of this apocalypse...
"I have not seen you before, and I don't remember you in the flesh. However, I do remember hearing about you... through some sort of stories or legends or..."
He stopped. He wasn't sure how to respond anymore. His mind was going fuzzy, which happens a lot nowadays. Just thinking about that accursed human made his head hurt. This was the reason that mobs had attacked Steve. He was power hungry, foolish, and arrogant. Other mobs may just want to go their way, but that was why the group called the "hostile mobs" was formed.
He doesn't remember anything else. Just him, his cave, and his former acquaintances. Anything else he tried to remember was a gap, as if he had a strange case of amnesia...
Once Grievous had lowered his weapon, the spider slowly did the same for his two raised arms. The skeleton understood his words, and Twitch could only smile in satisfaction as this was realised. However, his response only served to confuse the mob. It was at this point when he wondered, for practically the first time, just how long it had been since then. Since his master had perished. Since Steve had started conquering the lands. Since Sentinel had left him. He'd been marking the walls of the cave once everyday... but there were now so many that he couldn't even count all of them reliably. The past was admittedly a blur, and Twitch has been so fixated on Nightmare since his death that he hasn't really noticed anything unrelated to that.
An eerie silence occurred as the two evildoers stood still, facing each other. After a while, Twitch finally spoke once more, his tone slightly more dire than before.
"We're relics of the past, aren't we? I can't even remember anything but that; the past...", he stopped for a few seconds, before returning back to the subject at hand.
"Ever since Nightmare died, I've been wandering around aimlessly. Murdering, destroying, stealing, torturing... anything that could possibly help in fulfilling my promise to him... I'll admit it, I'll never be as good as him. My master was so different, something unlike anything the world had ever seen before... It's such a shame that he died the way he did.", the spider had digressed slightly as he rambled on about what he'd been doing all this time. He looked to Grievous, wondering if he'd been just as lost as he was.
"I'll take that as a no." I said. "But in that case, I mean Teft. The village that claims to randomly be offering food, water and shelter to mobs."
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nora gave the other Enderwoman a quick assessment. All these newcomers were getting overwhelming. "I'm heading to Teft. In fact, we," Nora gestured to the small Slime at her feet, "were just about to head out." She cast another glance towards Teft. "We have to get heading out before sunset." She reached down, scooped Jel up off the ground, and gave the others a nod. "I hope to see you all there, safe and sound." She looked down at the Slime in her arms. "You ready?"
Jel stared blankly at the other enderwoman. Where were all these end creatures coming from and why did they all come to her? It was overwhelming indeed.
"Er, yeah, ready when you are." She glanced up at Nora. Jel had never teleported before, and she hoped it wouldn't hurt. She braced herself, just in case.
Nora nodded, held Jel close to her chest, and blipped into the space between dimensions with a distorted "vwip!" She had to admit, her first teleportation had made her queasy. It got easier with each teleportation, and now it served as second nature. However, she didn't know if Slimes could even be nauseated. She walked a short while, covering ten Overworld blocks in with each step. Time was slow, distance was magnified, and sound was muffled in this interdimensional space. She moved back into the Overworld halfway to Teft, having covered over two miles in one teleport. "Sorry, I have to walk for a bit. Teleporting with another person is exhausting."
Jel shut her eyes, trying to ignore the odd sensation of teleportation. It turns out that slimes could, in fact, feel queasy. She wobbled uneasily in Nora's arms, the feeling of being carried new to her as well.
"You do that...on a regular basis?" Jel's voice also shook, although that could be contributed to her gelatinous, wobbly body. She opened her eyes cautioualy, surprised to see how much farther they had travelled.
"Wow..." Perhaps agreeing to travel with Nora was a better decision than she had originally thought. Once Nora had regained her energy, another teleport could half the time of travel again.
Ayva was startled, again, when another Enderman teleported next to them, but fortunately she didn't fall down this time. Instead, she stared incredulously and thought to herself, Oh, and would you look at that. Now there's three Endermen I don't think the slime is going to like that. She didn't say anything, but she looked down at the ground and pretended to be suddenly very interested in a rock half-buried in the sand.
Insulting people for their beliefs is not a good way of convincing them to adopt yours.
Fiction is just a game of make-believe recorded on paper or film. But that's what makes it so great.
Hipster Jesus liked you before you were cool.
((It's purple. ))
Nora gave the slime a few more seconds to contemplate before nodding slightly and pulling the cape back around her shoulders. She had just slid the clasp together when she her the distinctive "vwip!" of a teleporting Enderman. She turned, taking a step to position herself slightly in front of Jel, in between the small Slime and the newcomer. "All right, Jel, I promise I don't know these guys. I can't make you trust me, but please just take my word for it."
((Yep, except less mutant-y. I did leave them with the hope of returning back to them in the future, so I guess that turned out well.))
Twitch
A set of eight glowing red eyes opened up simultaneously, with the spider then suddenly bolting back up onto his feet. The creature hissed in response to the surroundings, but then sighed after a few seconds. It's only my home... the cave. Everything's fine, false alarm! The large place was relatively dark, just as Twitch liked it, with only a few torches set around the area. He breathed in the smell around him, his senses confirming that this was indeed where he had been sleeping for the past few months. Ever since Sentinel left him, Twitch had been wandering around the world aimlessly, before returning back here. Where it had all started. His birthplace.
Everything was almost as he remembered it. A few stalactites had collapsed, but overall, it always looked similar enough to give Twitch bursts of nostalgia. The spider then took a shard of rock resting on the ground, rushing over to a certain wall of the cave. An old stone throne sat in the middle, with a human-like figure sitting in its place. The dark and shadowy corpse's head was facing down at an uncomfortable angle, with its arms spread out from the armrest. The eyes of the dead thing were completely dark in nature, devoid of any life, almost like an eternal abyss. Strangely enough, it didn't seem to decay, and merely gave the appearance of an empty shell. By the side however, was a hulking body, whose flesh did indeed rot, positioned in a kneeling position next to the other corpse. It held a torch in one hand, but this did nothing to quell the unbearable stench up close. The spider didn't seem to notice it though; maybe he had grown used to it.
Once the spider reached the two bodies, he scratched a mark onto the wall behind them with the stone, adding one more drawn line to the collection of the many others scribbled onto the cave. Another day. Sooner and sooner... With this thought in mind, he then kneeled down in front of the two corpses, seemingly expecting an audience with them, but mostly with the being which sat in front of him.
"My lord, it's another day... and yet, I'm no closer, I-I admit, to fulfilling my promise.", he looked up to the corpse, who from this angle, seemed to only look away in apathy. The silence to the spider was deafening.
"I hope you can forgive me for this... I-I'm such a failure... but I pledge to continue my duty until my last breath, I promise you that...", Twitch then stood up after a few more seconds, seeing that the figure was still apparently as disinterested as ever. He sighed disappointingly, before then moving away from them.
He then went on to stir around his home, digging in spots of dirt, almost as if hoping to find something. It's here somewhere, come on, where is it!? A few minutes of desperation passed before he grew tired. Twitch considered taking a fresher breath of air first, before continuing his work. Leaving the cave, he then took a walk with no desired destination in mind, simply letting his instincts and luck guide him. Today will be a different day; I promise.
After around thirty minutes, the spider had managed to stumble across what looked like a village close to the desert. Strangely enough, they seemed to be having a party of sorts, if not a charity function. In his current mood, Twitch was only depressed and scoffed at the villagers and mobs. Just as he was about to turn back however, he caught the sight of something which immediately caused him to open his eyes in disbelief. It might've been him losing his mind(well, more of his mind anyways), but the spider swore that he noticed a skeleton in the distance, merely watching the small town from a distance. The mob had an extra pair of arms, donned with a red cape and a cow skull. The only thing which differentiated the skeleton from his last appearance was the fact that it apparently now had two metal, almost robotic, legs. Twitch quickly hid in a nearby bush, murmuring to himself in a slightly excited tone.
"It's him, that mob who once worked with my master! What was his name... um... Grievous?", he whispered the last word to himself in uncertainty. The spider had a grim, slightly joyful, expression on his face. He then attempted to approach him through taking the longest way possible, which was all around the village(as Twitch had no desire to interact with other mobs). Once he was close enough, he talked softly to the skeleton, just in case he was indeed losing his memory and this was someone he hadn't met before.
"Sir... Grievous, is it?"
Rust
The skeletal figure marched across the sandy desert, tilting his leather cowboy hat towards the Sun in order to shield himself from the sunlight. He had been walking here for quite a while now, with what was currently driving him being a pamphlet he had recently found, pertaining to some kind of charity event at a village known as Teft. It was too suspicious for Rust's taste. Something in his non-existent gut told him that something was wrong; and he was going to find out what.
In the distance, he managed to observe what looked like a small gang of mobs. Three endermen, a purple block, and what looked like a slime. Peculiar... They didn't appear to be dangerous... but looks could be deceiving. Rust decided that he could handle them if the need arose, and continued forwards towards them, albeit at a slightly slower and cautious pace, placing his right hand directly on top of his holster to quickly equip himself with his iron dagger if it did indeed turn out that the people ahead of him were hostile.
Jel didn't even flinch when the next enderman showed up, more tired than afraid now. She shook her head slowly.
"I swear, if someone else shows up..." Jel looked at Nora peculiarly. "Uh, whatever you say?" She glanced up at the sky. Losing daylight. With her pace, it'd take her long into the night to reach Teft. She sighed quietly, hoping to get going soon.
What now?
Ayva shifted from foot to foot and tried to keep her breathing steady, overwhelmed by the sudden barrage of mobs all round her. It was too much. She preferred to travel alone, anyway. She glanced quickly about the group--an Enderman, an Enderwoman, a Shulker, and a Slime. The Slime seemed wary of the three Enderpeople. Well, she wasn't about to loom over any innocent little creatures. She knew fear too well to impose it on others.
She said, with traces of the High Ender eloquence taught her by her father, "I mean no harm. I will go forth alone. Fare you well."
Without waiting for their answer, she disappeared in a puff of purple sparks.
[Ayva will show up later at Teft, or somewhere round it. Right now she's scoping out the place before she decides if she will enter.]
Insulting people for their beliefs is not a good way of convincing them to adopt yours.
Fiction is just a game of make-believe recorded on paper or film. But that's what makes it so great.
Hipster Jesus liked you before you were cool.
((Accepted --GMSloop))
Nora watched Ayva disappear, feeling the air pressure around them change with her absence. She looked towards Teft on the horizon. In standing around, they'd lost precious daylight. "Hey, Jel... If you'd like, I can pick you up and teleport towards Teft. I can't go the whole way in one jump, but it'd shorten our travel time by half at the least. We could still make it before dark, but I don't just want to grab you off the ground if you aren't okay with it."
Grievous quickly spun around, a sword already in hand. He was not expecting a mob to dare come this close, not even a hostile one like himself, especially since nobody had seen him in... years? Weeks? It's been so long, and he's lost count.
"...Yes. How do you know of me?" He asked. He wasn't familiar with this spider, sneaking behind him and hissing so suddenly.
...Then again, this one looked different. He vividly remembered something about guardians... but he couldn't place his finger on it.
"Who are you, then? Did someone send you here?"
I killed 5 Jedi today. What did you do?
Enter the Void.
Twitch
At the sight of the spider, the skeleton had reacted swiftly, clearly showing that he had already equipped himself with a sword. The creature raised his two front arms quickly in response to this, attempting to show that he meant no harm. What gave him hope was that the mob confirmed that he was indeed Grievous, and unless he was losing his memory, this meant that he had worked with Nightmare before. It felt like an eternity had passed since then, and yet, here they were. The armed figure questioned him almost rapidly, before the spider smiled in a manner which would've probably been described by the villagers as sinister.
"My name... is Twitch.", he said after a short pause in between. It's been so long since he's talked to anyone, and from Grievous' initial reaction, he could only guess that he experienced the same things he had went through. Great minds think alike, I guess. He then continued.
"You're really him... aren't you? You worked with my master, remember? It an eon before all of this Steve rubbish... you remember that, right?", Twitch watched the skeleton in an almost dire anticipation, hoping that this was indeed the mob he once saw such a long time ago.
Rust
The skeleton was now approaching the group of mobs that he'd previously observed. Looking back up again, Rust noticed that the gang had been reduced by one enderman. He sighed slightly to himself, wondering what it would be like if he could teleport, before trudging onwards through the sandy desert. He was getting closer to those mobs, but by now he honestly couldn't care if they were hostile or not. The desire to reach Teft was still present, and taking a detour wouldn't shorten his travel at all.
Jel looked up at the sky again, and then back to Nora. She then looked out towards Teft far in the distance. She sighed quietly.
"Alright...That...That might be better." Jel said, looking up at Nora.
What now?
Um. Okay. Random flyer advertising free food, water, and shelter at Teft. This sounded suspicious, but you know what? I'm an Enderwoman. I can protect myself, especially against villagers. I probably wouldn't be able to teleport all the way to the village in one go, but I could walk a little in between teleports. Walking never killed anyone. But it almost did, a voice in my mind nagged. Agh, shut up, conscience! Just because you are horribly scarred is no reason to be terrified wherever you go! I scowled and teleported as far as I could go. Which happened to be near a strange assortment of mobs. "Oh. Hi. Did I just impose on a party or something?" I said, quickly trying to cover my arm and failing miserably because you can't cover one arm with the other. I paused. "You guys all heading to Teft?"
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Ayva landed a dozen or so blocks away from the outskirts of Teft, atop a hill. Sun-beached, monochrome cream buildings of sandstone were clustered into a settlement, the tall tower of the village church being the most imposing structure among them. Gravel roads cut the village into a grid, all leading to a large well in the centre of town. Villagers were milling about, and appeared to be preparing an empty town square for this supposed "charity event." Ayva couldn't see if any other mobs had arrived at Teft yet for the event, so she hung back and continued to silently observe.
As she sat on the sandy hill and waited, her mind started to drift. She saw shining sand no longer but now a sunset-gilded hill-land, rolling under a pink and orange eventide sky.
Wait. No. Ayva squeezed her eyes shut, trying to block out the memory. But it didn't work.
“Come on, Ayva!” Dominik's clear voice rang out. “Did you get hit with a slowness potion or something?”
“Blah, blah, blah,” Ayva mocked in the usual annoying-little-sister manner, and chased him up the sunset-gilded hill.
“Ha-ha! Catch me if you can—OOF!” Ayva tackled Dominik, sending them both tumbling to the ground and rolling in the grass.
“Caught ya!” Ayva chirped, giggling hysterically.
“You were supposed to tag me, not tackle me.” Dominik, laughing, stood up and brushed the grass off himself.
“Oops. Sorry!” She said it in a way that meant 'I'm not sorry at all!'
“Oh, don't say you're sorry. That's what you do every time, and the both of us know you don't really mean it.”
Ayva stuck her tongue out at him.
“Okay, now I'm it. Better start running, sis!”
Ayva didn't need to be told twice. She tore off, galloping down the hill and towards the nearby woods, with Dominik in hot pursuit.
“Ayva!” he cried, chuckling. “Slow down!”
“No way. You'll catch me.”
“AYVA!” This time, he voice was serious. “STOP!”
“Why?” The question had barely escaped her mouth when she saw why. A human had emerged from the woods. By the looks of the sparkling new diamond sword in his leather-gloved hand, the glowing enchanted bow strapped to his back, his protective skeleton-bone armor, the scars marring his face, and the creeper-skin cloak fluttering out behind him, this was no mere human but a hardcore hunter. The human locked gazes with her.
Avya froze in fear. Her muscles refused to respond. She stood there, staring at the threat. A sadistic look crossed the hunter's eyes.
“Ender pearl, here I come,” the human boasted, swinging his sword. He would have cut Ayva down like a tree on the spot if Dominik hadn't taken action.
Her brother, huge fangs bared in rage, teleported in front of the hunter in a bright burst of light. Dominik drew his long, sharp claws and swiped, raking them across the human's arm.
“Don't. You. DARE!” he screamed.
“Picking fights, are we, ya dumb Enderman?” the hunter spat. “You ain't gonna win this one, I promise you!”
Ayva could only watch in horror as her brother battled the hunter. Dominik bit and clawed the hunter's arms, shredding them to beef chuck, but the human swung and sliced that sword, the diamond blade glinting cruelly in the dying daylight, and soon Dominik was bleeding from more than a few slash wounds.
Finally, the hunter drew back and plunged his sword as deep as it would go into Dominik's side. He kicked Dominik in the gut, sending the Enderman tumbling backwards. Dominik sprawled on the ground, gasping for breath. Blood pooled around him. His arms and legs twitched. A small teal orb materialized beside him.
“Well, I got what I wanted,” the hunter sneered, twirling his sword in hand. He scooped up the Ender pearl. Tucking the prize away in his inventory, he sprinted off.
Ayva, crying out in despair, ran and dropped to her brother's side. “Dominik!” she screamed, oily tears running down the sides of her face.
Dominik's chest heaved. He stared wide-eyed up at the sky. His figure was wreathed in the blood leaking from his gaping wound, his limbs sticking straight out like the points of a star.
“Dominik...no...” Ayva sobbed. “Why?”
Dominik lifted his head to look at her. “B-be-because,” he said in stuttering gasps, “Y-you're w-worth it. W-why would-dn't I p-prot-protect my sister?” A sad smile crossed his mouth. His brilliant purple eyes dimmed as they shut. His head lolled to the side, and then he was still.
STOP.
The flashback shattered and Ayva found herself in the present, curled into a ball, her head resting on her knees and her paw-hands holding an iron grip on her ankles. Eyes wide, she gasped shallow breaths and shivered as if a cold gust had blown over her. She no longer saw the sunset and grassy hills, but instead the dusty village of Teft. She squeezed her eyes shut, then opened them again, keeping tears from making an appearance. She breathed in and out slowly, calming down, then unsteadily stood up.
Without thinking about it, she started descending the hill towards Teft.
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Another enderwoman joined the party. "Oh. Hi. Did I just impose on a party or something...? You guys all heading to Teft?" She said. "What's this... Teifth?" Snatch said, mispronouncing it. Snitch just looked at the enderwoman, curiously.
((I thought I'd mention that my characters cannot read English due to being in the end for most of their lives, however they can speak it for some unexplained reason. #plothole ))
((Oh and also, you may of noticed my new profile picture ))
So basically, I'm stupid.
Grievous lowered his blade. He had mentioned his master... What was his name? He feel like he should remember, like he should have known since the beginning of this apocalypse...
"I have not seen you before, and I don't remember you in the flesh. However, I do remember hearing about you... through some sort of stories or legends or..."
He stopped. He wasn't sure how to respond anymore. His mind was going fuzzy, which happens a lot nowadays. Just thinking about that accursed human made his head hurt. This was the reason that mobs had attacked Steve. He was power hungry, foolish, and arrogant. Other mobs may just want to go their way, but that was why the group called the "hostile mobs" was formed.
He doesn't remember anything else. Just him, his cave, and his former acquaintances. Anything else he tried to remember was a gap, as if he had a strange case of amnesia...
I killed 5 Jedi today. What did you do?
Enter the Void.
Twitch
Once Grievous had lowered his weapon, the spider slowly did the same for his two raised arms. The skeleton understood his words, and Twitch could only smile in satisfaction as this was realised. However, his response only served to confuse the mob. It was at this point when he wondered, for practically the first time, just how long it had been since then. Since his master had perished. Since Steve had started conquering the lands. Since Sentinel had left him. He'd been marking the walls of the cave once everyday... but there were now so many that he couldn't even count all of them reliably. The past was admittedly a blur, and Twitch has been so fixated on Nightmare since his death that he hasn't really noticed anything unrelated to that.
An eerie silence occurred as the two evildoers stood still, facing each other. After a while, Twitch finally spoke once more, his tone slightly more dire than before.
"We're relics of the past, aren't we? I can't even remember anything but that; the past...", he stopped for a few seconds, before returning back to the subject at hand.
"Ever since Nightmare died, I've been wandering around aimlessly. Murdering, destroying, stealing, torturing... anything that could possibly help in fulfilling my promise to him... I'll admit it, I'll never be as good as him. My master was so different, something unlike anything the world had ever seen before... It's such a shame that he died the way he did.", the spider had digressed slightly as he rambled on about what he'd been doing all this time. He looked to Grievous, wondering if he'd been just as lost as he was.
"I'll take that as a no." I said. "But in that case, I mean Teft. The village that claims to randomly be offering food, water and shelter to mobs."
-The Lovely and Magestic RainbowGirl
Whatever I just said, I didn't mean any offense. Unless we're fighting, in which case I probably did.
If I said something was a joke when it didn't seem like one, I'm making an excuse to avoid an argument I know is coming. Instead of telling me how not funny I am and how it didn't seem like a joke at all, just go along with it. Because flame wars suck and nobody wants to be a part of one.
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nora gave the other Enderwoman a quick assessment. All these newcomers were getting overwhelming. "I'm heading to Teft. In fact, we," Nora gestured to the small Slime at her feet, "were just about to head out." She cast another glance towards Teft. "We have to get heading out before sunset." She reached down, scooped Jel up off the ground, and gave the others a nod. "I hope to see you all there, safe and sound." She looked down at the Slime in her arms. "You ready?"
Jel stared blankly at the other enderwoman. Where were all these end creatures coming from and why did they all come to her? It was overwhelming indeed.
"Er, yeah, ready when you are." She glanced up at Nora. Jel had never teleported before, and she hoped it wouldn't hurt. She braced herself, just in case.
What now?
Nora nodded, held Jel close to her chest, and blipped into the space between dimensions with a distorted "vwip!" She had to admit, her first teleportation had made her queasy. It got easier with each teleportation, and now it served as second nature. However, she didn't know if Slimes could even be nauseated. She walked a short while, covering ten Overworld blocks in with each step. Time was slow, distance was magnified, and sound was muffled in this interdimensional space. She moved back into the Overworld halfway to Teft, having covered over two miles in one teleport. "Sorry, I have to walk for a bit. Teleporting with another person is exhausting."
Jel shut her eyes, trying to ignore the odd sensation of teleportation. It turns out that slimes could, in fact, feel queasy. She wobbled uneasily in Nora's arms, the feeling of being carried new to her as well.
"You do that...on a regular basis?" Jel's voice also shook, although that could be contributed to her gelatinous, wobbly body. She opened her eyes cautioualy, surprised to see how much farther they had travelled.
"Wow..." Perhaps agreeing to travel with Nora was a better decision than she had originally thought. Once Nora had regained her energy, another teleport could half the time of travel again.
What now?