#this was short urrrgh

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YEAh Hojo is so unpleasant and the icing on the cake of his whole horror is that he ACTUALLY gets dates.

Like... Sure maybe those women around him are paid but like. We have to consider the possibility. That he can actually charm people well enough in short bursts to get multiple women hanging off him in the beach scene despite acting Like That naturally. Like is he just that good in bed or something? Horrible thought to contemplate let me bleach my eyes but just??? Like what does he have going for him???

And worse, how are those women treated? Like from what little details we got about how he treats women and people he has control over in general, probably Not Well. BIG YIKES.

The level of sexually uncomfortable just oozing off Hojo is terrible already and then we add the absurdly sexist womanizer thing on top just urrrgh. Enough Red Flags to give a bull a seizure there.

I always saw it as people finding Hojo charismatic not necessarily because he's the strongest or best looking, but because he has CONFIDENCE. He says what he feels, he gets what he wants, and he gives no shits about how his actions impact others. He just does what he wants because he's Hojo. And people are drawn to that.

Think about it--does Hojo ever actually LOSE at any point throughout the entire Compilation? Okay, maybe Dirge. Technically. But isn't it enough that he's already sort of cheated death? In the OG? He gets the last laugh by injecting himself with Jenova cells and then goes out thinking he's given Sephiroth the advantage. The man is perpetually unfazed by everything. He's never truly rattled. He sadistically seizes whatever opportunity comes his way and he revels in it.

@heraldofcrow and I were shitposting about this earlier, but Hojo undeniably comes out on top this entire fucking series. Even if his plans don't ultimately succeed, even when his "creations" fail him. He's always five steps ahead of everyone and he just shrugs off whatever people throw at him. He literally gives no fucks.

I'm not saying Hojo has rizz.

I'm saying that Hojo is a MEGA CHAD and it turns out his offspring inherited his flawless MEGA CHAD genetics.

I'm joking he's awful

[shadowlorddemon]

AVA-M Early Bird: Trip to Nether

Part Three

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[POV of Blue]

“Are we there yet?” Blue asked for tenth time.

TSC glanced down at the baby piglin strolls beside them. He hummed an odd melody as he happily hopped around them.

“Since the little one hadn’t say anything for past twenty minutes, I guess not.” TSC remarked.

“Urrrgh!” Blue groaned.

TSC chuckled softly as they turned to Blue. “Hey. Be grateful that the little one agrees to help us out with searching for nether warts. Otherwise we would have been here for hours.”

Blue grimaced at the thought of staying in the netherworld for hours.

“I hate that you have a point there.” She grumbled as she crossed her arms. TSC can only smile at her.

Then the baby piglin makes an excited squeak as he quickly taps on TSC’s legs. Then he points at the small group of large pig mobs. They look nearly identical to the baby pig mob in terms of clothes and appearance. One of them wears a golden chest plate.

Blue blinks in surprise as she stares at them. It honestly never crossed her mind that there would be society in netherworld.

“Huh. They even have these large hogs that carry the chests.” TSC observed. Blue glanced at her orange friend and looked back at the group of adult piglins- indeed, they did have the large hogs that have short black hair/mane on their back. Their tusks are bigger than piglins’ tusks!

TSC then kneeled down to the ground and leans over to the baby piglin.

“W̷̥̞̙̗̍̍̾̈́̒̎̀̇̕̚͠͝a̸̢̢͓͈̞̪̳̤̫̗̮͓͉̹̎̈̅̐̅̐̚ͅs̸̨̡̨̖̟͓̺̦͔͔̼͍̲͑́͛̾̇̏̎̑̕͜ ̸̢̧̢̛̛͍͓͖̘̲̭̤̺̹͔̳̝͇̗̍̏͆̉̈̋̾͌t̸̨͈̲͚̹͍̭̗̅̾̆̋̆͂̽͆̇͂͝h̶͎̮͆̓̑̍͌̂͋̇́̔̈̈́͘͜a̸̧̧̹̤̦͖͖͓̱̤̠͍̒̽̌͐̅͑̽͌̕ț̸̫̥̼͙̽̄̈́̊͗̐͛̑͝ ̶̢̤̳̰̪̰̟͎̤̺̘̬̤̼̽̀̆̃̆̏̚̕y̶̙̜͐̍̔̆͒͐̿̎̚o̸̢̧̨̠͍̹͙̖̘̜̺̿̋̊̇̈́͐͘̚͝u̸̢̢̢͓̗̺̬͈̝͔̭̜͑̇̈̑̃͜ŗ̸̨̛̝̘͚̖̫̝̯͈͍̼̟̩̇̃͛̓͛̂̊̒͒̈̾̇͋́̇͜͝ͅ ̵̢̡̢̫̱͔̘̭̻͇̯̺̑̾͑p̴̧̢͉͓̝͕̙̼͉͓͖̎̈́̾͛̀̇̂̀͛̚͘͝͠å̶̡̤͚̮͈͕̞̼̞͍̖̲͖̏̇̄̑̎̓́͒́̑̀̅͝c̸͖̹͕̼̠͚͖͉͓̗̉̐̇̅́͐͜͝ͅk̶̖̮͎̫̱̈̒̀̀̿̍̒̋̐̍͑͆͋́̕͝?̷̨̧̦͍̰̳͍̻̳̤̠̻̍̇͐̐̋͐̋̀͊̀͘͝͝ ̵̜̩̖̬̮͔̣͉̦̐̏̑̈́̿͒͑̑̍̄̓́͆͜͝”

The baby piglin looks up and eagerly nods at them. TSC can’t help but smile at his obvious excitement.

“W̵̻͍̞̘̗̫͖͉̫̫̗̳̳̯͇̦̃̅͛̀̐̾̊͒̿̀̑͐̿̐͛̚ờ̵̧̧̫̞̪̩̣̺̫̼̥̘͉̘̇̄̍̐̂͋͂͗̚ṇ̸̡͚̙̓̇́̏͑̐̆̅̂̈́́͑͐̋̾̚ḋ̷̡̛̘̣̥͔̘̥̙̮͎̮̯̗͇́͜͜ͅȩ̵̧͖̱̦̯̜͎̪̪̬̙̼͍̞͐̌̈́͗͆̔̿̆̒͗̑̀̀r̶̢͕̘̪̳͔͙͕͓̼̮͓̦̆͛̃͋͂͐̒̊͘f̶̡͙͔̟̜̥͚̏͗̒̾̑̕͜͜u̸͙͕̻̥̼̣̟̼̱̥̾̑̊̆͝ͅl̵̘̤̘͙̞̻̈́̑͝.̸̝̻̱͇̰͖̼̯͕͎̖̦̀̊ ̵̡̜͍̤̮̬̰̤̪̉͛͗͂͑̾̉͂̉̋̈́͊̔̚͝͝M̴̧̘͋̀̀̍̀͘͝i̵̭͍̿̈́͐͆̄̀͒̽n̶̛̻̜͓̤͈͙͓̗̗̩̤̰̲̝̔̇̽͊̀͆̊d̴͙̦̘͍̟͕͍̬͝ ̷̛̼̠̪͉̹͉͕̱͖́̀̽͂̾͊̇͗̅́̈́̌͘͜ī̵̡̘͕̱̩̺͖̞̜̋̽̅̇̐̆͌̊̄̓̏̌̇͛ṇ̴̗̬̙̠̣̩̳̰͕̮̣̘́̾̐͘ͅẗ̵͈̖͙͓͕̞͇͇͈͈̗̭̫̟͓̀͂͋͑͐͆̆̾͌̒̅̕͠ͅr̶̨̨̧̥̻̹̭͈̳̘͎̮̹̋̉̂̉̾̐̄͜ͅͅo̴͙͈̟̞̟͖̣͇̙̖̟͕̜̝͖̎͜ͅḑ̷̨̧̛̛̘̰̤̗͚̖̮̤͛͋͂̊͒̊̔̎͊̀͛̕͘͝u̸̡̡̎̂̀̈́́̌̄͌͗̅͊̊̒͋́͌̚c̶̡̛͎̙̜̗̗̖̬̊̈́̀̉̓̈̐̊́͘͝i̸̯̩̪͂n̴͔̯͉̠͓̦͕̒g̷̨̪͕̘̘̻̳̘̟̥̮̮͚͈̻͉͆̎̂͆͌ͅ ̵̛͉̝̻̙̬͚̖̮͚̣̘̞̃́̈́̽̄̈͂̅̿͊͊͆͒̃͝y̴̡̢̭͖̰̫̰̼͗͛̄̐́̊́̏̔͋̂̈́̔̽͠͝ó̷͎͍̥̩̗̗͖͕̭͇̖̉̈̋̏̑̈́́̎̐͋͘ų̸̡̨̱̫̩̱̥̙͕͍̈́͒̀̆̒̈́̅͋͐͗̈̄̈́̎̚͘͘r̵̛͓̝͉̎̅̎̿͆̄̓͠ͅ ̴̲͕̖̰͇͖̟͉̌̊͐͠p̶̧̢͔̙̬̫͕̭̲̤͇̙̌̐̀̃̕͠a̶͍̻̣̲̣̖̲̤̦̤͉͈̓͜c̶̨̧̜͔̟̥̥̠̖͕̦̟͈̃͋́̒̓̓̀̌͐̌̚̕͝͝ͅķ̶͕͉͙̕ ̸̡̨̨̙͙̙̊̌̾̀̐̈̈͘͠͝͠͠t̶̢͈͈̞̣̗̦͍̍͗̂͒̒̒͋̄̐̿́̂̿͑͘͜ǫ̸̥̗̜̠̕͜ͅ ̴̨̧̧͔̰̖̠̮̥̫͇̬̞̻͕̯̦̎̏͒͗̊͆̍̓͒̍͝ú̶̮̤̞̲̤͖͔̼̗̪̓̄̔̀͗̃̉̏̏͘̚͝͝͝͝ś̴͇̺̘͚͉̤̤̣͔͙̩̏̉͋͌͋͌̂̆͛́?̵̢̡̻̼͇͕̻̱͓̩̙̤̝̮̈́̾͝ͅ”

He once again nodded at them. Then he waved at his pack, letting out an excitedly squeak noise.

It made the adult piglins look up from what they’re doing and at the baby piglin.

The baby piglin made a sequence of squeak sounds and gestures as he explained to his pack. Occasionally he gestured to two stick figures.

Blue leans to TSC as they stands up from their kneeling position. “Do you think they would help us?”

TSC hummed as they patted on Blue’s head, earning them an elbow nudge. “Honestly, I have my doubts. But for the sake of it, I trust that he knows what to do. Hopefully.”

“Hopefully?”

“He is a baby. A child. They might be able to understand us but they have a childlike mind.”

“…Alright.”

A hostile grunt grabbed their attention. The piglin in golden chest plate pointed a golden sword at them. Then along with three piglins, the golden chest piglin charged toward them.

“What the-?!” Blue exclaimed as TSC lets out a small growl. They take few steps and put their fists up as if they’re going to fight against the piglins.

Only to their surprise, the piglins ignored TSC and focused on Blue.

TSC looked back in surprise and confusion as Blue ended up running away from the hostile mobs.

As Blue runs from the piglins, she spotted the large peak of netherrack and she immediately went to hide behind the red rocky blocks.

She can hear the confused grunts from the piglins then the footsteps away from her hiding place. She lets out a relieved sigh before tensing up at another sets of footsteps.

“Blue?”

Blue immediately relaxed at the voice of the orange hollowhead figure. She then comes out of her hiding place and see that TSC is there, along with the baby piglin.

“Blue!” TSC said with a relieved smile. The baby piglin seemed to be happy to see her as well but then he looked down with a saddened expression. Then he looked up at TSC.

“Ḯ̷̟̙̗̼̒͗͘’̷̯͒͑̐̉̅̍m̵̼̺̼̊̃̎ ̸̼͉̼͖̖̟́͆͛̐̇͠s̸̡̙̺̥̟̱̑͋̾͛̂ǫ̴̯̰̌̄̍̃͊r̵̛̰̣̩̓̄́̇r̴̪̟̩̄̾͗͠ý̴̧̮̓́͐̐.̵̓̏̈́̾́̚ͅ ̵̥̗͍̳̔̈Î̸̡̘̺̅̈ ̶̥͍̏̀͒͛̂̚f̵̰͔̈́̇̿̍̃͜ò̶͔̭̈́͝r̴͓͛͜ġ̸̮͚̰̪e̴͔͇̘̬̖̼̿t̷̛̗̳̫̟̗̖̎ ̴̨̣̝̝̋̎̔t̵̰̭̤́h̸̫̾͆ą̷̞̙̒̄̔̈́̃͝t̷͓̭͚̻̿͛̿̌̈́͝ ̴̬̬͈̑t̸͈̹̾̆͋̄͌͠h̶̀̂ͅě̸̗̣͚̪ỳ̷̖̍̏̀ ̸͔̙̞͍̯́̈̆͜ą̸̛̠̩̗̟̹̀͗͠͝r̶͖͕̓͊̏̐́e̵̦̪͙͔͛ ̴̥̫̗̜͎͍̐̋̍h̸̫̖̜̱͓͉̉̃̀̏̚͝ó̸̢̮̙͉̮s̵͎̰̘̭̰̔͗͘̕ţ̸̺͓̹͙͂͋̍̀ḯ̸̳̃͂́́̐l̶͇̊̓̇͆͐͋ͅe̸̖̟̳̻͌́̍̅̚͜ ̸̤͆̎̕͝ṭ̴̿͝ǒ̷̢̡̼͕̼̭̓̆͠ ̸͍̫̰̕͝ţ̶̣̱͛ͅͅh̸͔͓̭͕̭̯̓̊́͑̀̇ę̷̌̄͒ ̸̬̞͔͑͌́p̷̓̀ͅé̵̲͉͆̀̍̋̚ọ̷̝̻̹͔̹́̈́̏p̶̺̤͖̀ľ̶̡̹͛̈͠ẹ̶͍̣̦́͒̀ ̷̬͚͚͖̏̀̒̍̕͠w̴̨̞̟̺͎̼̌͆͠h̸͇̾́̎̈́͒͘o̷̘̮͎͒ͅ ̷̞̫̬̰͈̎̃̿ḓ̶̛̮̖̳͉͋̕͠ǒ̴̟̭͓̬͛́̄̃͘n̶̙͖̂́’̶̠̮̇̓̉̈̕̕t̵̙͙̖̳͍̭̒͂͋̆͠͠ ̵̦͙̉̊w̷̼͉̞̮̝͛̎e̸̫̤͇̥̓ȃ̷̗̝̞̉̌̊̅̓ŗ̷͍̰͖͙́̍̓͝ͅ ̸͍̼̱̹͇̞̀́̆̒̀̃ģ̵̱̭̝̼͑͛͂o̵̫͆̈͐͛̕͝l̸̠̎͑̃̋͝͠ḋ̵̞͙͇̋͂̕̚e̴̛̘̤̘̟̲͔̽̈́́n̷̨̧̨͇̮̮̈́́̅ ̴̢̡̳̲̈́̋̿͐a̷͈͋̄̔̓̕r̸͈̺͔̫̟̜̀̆ḿ̶̲̒̀̇̋͒o̴̡̨̨̟̝̩͛͆̈́́̒́ȓ̷̳͎̞̚.̶̖͎̪̍͋̃͗̾”

TSC glanced down at the baby piglin.

“I̶̱̯͛͐t̴͕͇̪̹͉̟̎̎̋͂̚͝’̴̗̲͇̮͖̦̈́́š̷̮̥̙̂̽͒͊̓ ̴̪̬͕̱͒̿͂̅̉̽a̴̟̟͆͗l̷͖̻̉͌̿̂͂̇r̶̖͉͕̓͋̾͛̉̀i̸̡̡̞͇̙͈̓̊g̸̰͠h̴͇̗̞͉͒͒̒͝ṫ̸̹̈́͆,̶̡̺͇̜̍͠ͅ ̵̛̬̈̎̈l̸̻̰̖͙͖̄̈́̈́͑͘į̴̩̹̭̞͒͌ẗ̴̡̟͝t̷͔̖̮͂l̵̠̦̲̫̖̃͊̆̿͜e̷͕̊̚ ̴̧̤͍̩̳̔́̌̓o̷̢̞͕͐͂̓͊̅ͅn̶̤̐ͅe̶͓̿̿̋̀.̸͉̬̠͕̻̇̊̀ ̸̳̆̓́̽̊̅͜I̵͕͋t̴̛̩̯̳̝̫͉͠’̴͚̹̺̀̈́̋͒̄̇͜ŝ̸̗͗͊̚ ̷͍̇̀̕ͅn̶̛̹̹̞̒̇̈͊͠o̵͍̩̞̓̈́t̸͍̠͔͔͉̿̌̃̉͛͜͝ ̶̡͖̣̚y̵̲͙̮̻͒͛̾̋̚ȯ̴̝͉͓͎̤̤̾ủ̸̟͕̣̮̥ŗ̴̏̕ ̸̮̯̱͙̈́͗͑̚͝͝ͅf̵̩̪̗̞͊͌͌ä̵̰́u̸̱̿͊͛͆͘͜͜l̷̢͇͈̬̮̺͗̓̓̓͘t̵̤̻͓͉̳̩̊̋͛̕.̵̡̻̹̩͆̉̉̎̃”

TSC then looked at Blue. “Well, apparently these piglins are hostile towards the people, like you, who aren’t wearing golden armor.”

Blue sighed softly as she crossed her arms. “That explains why they are attacking at me.” She then smiled wryly at TSC. “I can guess that because you strongly resembled as an Enderman, they’re leaving you alone.”

TSC huffed in exasperation as they crossed their arms. “I never thought that my height would protect me from potential dangers.”

Blue snickers for a moment before frowning. “Well, now what? They won’t help us out because they’re very hostile towards me.”

TSC thoughtfully hummed before looking down at the baby piglin.

“Ṡ̴̡̡͔̹̺͍̹̗͓̼̮̟̉̔͛̆̚͝a̶̢̫̦̪͇͉͙̩̯͈̮̩͂̔͆̊̅́̇̉ỵ̶͐̌͑͒͗͛̓̋͛,̶̢̣̟͚̳͈̠̙̪͇͚̦̟̪̊̆̅̆̐̃͌͂̑̋̾̏̈͊͜ ̶͈͓̪̝̝̰͆̅̌͗̏̓̄̐̊͝ẉ̴̜̬͂̿͐̕o̸̻̼̞̘̎̌̍̾̎̀͌̎̍̄n̶̼̱̰͕̤̞͙̹͚̰̙͓̯̝̔̅͂̍̀̔̃̚͝’̶͍̲̩͕̯͔̓͋̐̇͋̚̕͠t̸͓̞̻̲͉̥̭̙̳̣̜̭̒̿͂̈̓̈́̃̉̓ ̴̞̱͋̇͂̐̍͆̀ỳ̶̺̤̠̙͖͓͖̻͖̭̜̗̃͑͒̾͘o̸̡͚̜̪̬͇̺̗͂̑͊̅̎̈́͑̈́͗̽̆͐̋̚͝͝u̷̡̨̡̼̪̮̯͓̺̬̬̳͖̥̘͔͚̾͝͝ ̴̫̽́̐̾̿͆̿ḧ̵̨̺͖͇̼̽̈̄á̴̦̗̙̮̹̠̼͎̠̺̤͙͓̣̮͓͌̔̌̏̀͝p̷̡̞̹̥͔̪̼͎̱̮̏̅̈́͌̀͛̊͗̚ͅp̶̲̖̳͓̣͎̗̗̹̩̼̗̗͚͚̙̤̀̽e̶͉̩͔͚̻̽̈̂n̵̥̞͎̼̗̳̰̗̙͓͎̼͉̞̬͎̈́̊̒̑̓̾̽̌̂͂͜͝ ̸̨̫̥̥̒͗̑̑̆͝ṱ̵͙͖͈͚̤͉͋ợ̵̢̧̢͙̳͍̳͖́͂͒͋̚̚͝ ̴̭͎͍̣̌̄̋͛͋͒̈́̉̀̋͛̈͐̕̚ͅh̵̨̩̫̥̰͕̩̻̘̻̰͔͋̄a̶̢͎͎̜͉̘̩̝̭̘͎̺̙̟̱̗͊̍͊̏̊͋̔̄̍̒̇͘͘͘͝ͅv̸̡̩̮̞͇̗̪̿̌́̈́̈́̿̓̈́̑̕͘̕͝͝ĕ̴̺͈̟̅̈́͒ ̶̢͍̞͕̰̣̖̹͕̪̈̔̌̉̏̋͒̍̏̀̓̇̓̈̇͜͠͠a̷̟̙͍̜̳̺̘̤̦̲͓̲̩̮̮͙̹̽̈́́̅̎͛̈́̐̉̈͝͝͝n̸̛̛̹̙̑̀̀̀́̈́̾̑͠y̵̨̧̨̦̞̹̣͓̖̺̭̠͖͇͊̓̽̈́̐̿̈̈́ ̵̧̨̗̳̙̲͙̰̻̣̰̳͉̳̗̀́͐̍̓́͝g̷̛̘͖̽̄͛́͑̊́̆͑̀̐ṓ̷̰̯͇̞͎̥̿͒͌̀͆̽̈́́͂͝ͅĺ̸̺͈̦̪̠͍̺͙͔͚̟͌͗͒̽̿̒̾̈͑͛̊̏̍̂͘d̴̤̊̆̄͑́́͛̽̈́̐̏ḙ̴̡̛̻̭͕̹̘͈͂n̸̼̙̜͎͎̘̑̿ͅ ̴̬̰̬̘̼͔͉̫͈͖̻͎̟̭͇̫̱̂̈̀̏̔̔͂̓͑̒ą̷͈͇͖͈̋̆̈́̀̍̀̿̾̓̃̀̈́̈̚̕͘͝r̵̨̘̖̲̙͇͔͈͍̲̊͑́͋̏̍̀ͅm̷̡͇̗̬̻̬̬̬̲̲̅̔̿̈́́͒̆̆̑͋̑̍̈̎̾̚ơ̴̞̌̓͗̈́̃̎̒͝r̶̛̯͍̂̎̇̈́́́̅̿̆͝ ̶̛̣̖̜̙̙͇̠̯̰̗̝̞̥͌̀͂͜͜͠ͅp̸̬͈͙̯̣̘̲͌̍̔͛̏̓̚͠i̷̮̔͊͊́̈́̓̏͊͛̍͂͛̓̕̕͝é̷̡̨̢͉̩̤̹̺̜̘̪̤̗̏̋̎́͛̀̀̐͐͋̏̈́̏̎͘͝ç̴̧̹̦̘̯̭̯̦̣̳̩̈́̂̾͗͋̉̀͠e̷̛̹̫͔̯͓̲̬̦͚͕͉̤̲̺̩͛̋̋̇̋s̴̢̬̬̫͓͎̠̙̘̬̝͔̓͒̈́̓̊̃̑̂̿͜͜ ̷̭͙͍̘̇̈́͊̓̓͗̃̐w̶̡̠͖̺̯͖̯͚̘̭̻͙̪̩͔̾̋͌̈́̃͆̂̉̔̍̄̒̈́͠ḯ̴̡̻͔͖̻͉̖͇̮̲̻̣̤̘̬́̾̈̂̈́͆̕͝t̵̪̦̱͍͈̘̫͈̿̏̇̌͑͛̑̅̋́̈́̈́̚͘͜͜h̶͚͖̗̯̦͚̓̉̉͛̎̿̄̈́̆̉̉̈́̋̍͘͜͠ ̸̪̦͎̫͕́̑́̃͆̾̊͛̉̃̍̈́̀͋̔͘̕y̴̯̠̞̥̥̠̻̖͇͈͉̍͊̏̌̍̃͜o̷̡̼̖͔͙̟̦͇̯͙̩͔̱̪̒̉̉͒̈́̋̊̓͊̄͛̈́͒͝͠͝u̴̧̠͎̦̩̗͉̤͔̖̤͎͛̌͊̄̓̐̃̌́͛͗̇̓̇̚͝͝ͅ?̶̦͔͒̒̚”

The baby piglin looks up at TSC in confusion before his face lightens up in understanding. Then he eagerly nods at them. Then he reaches in the satchel he carry with him.

Blue raises an eyebrow. “Second? What are you talking to the baby piglin about?”

Her question were answered by the baby piglin pull out a golden helmet, walked up to Blue and present it to her.

“…Huh.” She said as she takes the golden helmet from the baby piglin. She studied the helmet in her hands.

“Put it on.” Blue looked up at TSC. “Put it on, it would prevent the piglins from getting hostile towards you.” They advised as the baby piglin went back to TSC.

“Ah!” Blue said in understanding as she puts the helmet on.

TSC nods at her as the baby piglin begins to bouncing in his place.

“Let’s see if it works.” They say with a grin.

=================================

“Are you sure this would work?” Blue asked in a worried tone. “I know that the baby piglin says that they are normally hostile towards the people who don’t wear golden armor but are you positive that this would works?”

“And I thought I’m the most paranoid one here?” TSC smirked as they looked back at Blue. This time, they carried the baby piglin over their shoulders.

He squeaks to TSC in curiosity. TSC replied with-

“D̸͔̞̪̔͋́͊͘͝ō̵̝͙̘͆̆͂̔̒͘͘̚n̵̻͕̓͛͗͗̈͛̒͑̔̓̿̾̐̚̕͘͝ͅ’̸̡͙̩͎͚̼̫͇̫̦̞̾̌̃̋̈́̇͝t̴̛͙͋͌̐͌͌͐͂̃̓͗̄͠ ̵̧̛̖̞̖̱̯̖̯̞̘̰̭̠̲̯̙͂̃̉̑̈̂̊̒̕̕̚ẅ̴̡̟͉̣̜̰̼́̎̅̂̓̋́́̋̊̈͗̇̕͘ơ̷̡̼̞̞͙̤̼̻̠̱͇̹̯͓̰͚̂̍́͌͒̅̉̓̋̔̕͝r̸̜̙͙͖͛̓́r̶̜͇͓̰̫̩̠͙͙̪͍̱͐̄́͋̃̇͒̈́͋́̾́̃̕͝y̸̨͉̙̠̰͕̣̹̮̤̙̤̹̮͐́͂,̶̻̙̬̠̲͒͆̎̽̋̚͠ ̵̛͈̼̠͓͈̱͓̥͍͖̮̣͇͖̃̓̆ş̵̛͎̠̰̖͙̯̘͍̙̯̻̩͚̂̈́̓͊̀͛́̃̃́̕̕͠͝͝h̸̯͎̯͉̺̣̰̖́͗̾͋̾͒̀̌̾̒̌̑̓̚͜e̸͖̳͚̲͚̘̯̭̟͙͈͓͕̣̮͗̈́͐̇͋̔͛̍͜͠͠ͅ ̶̬̹̽̓̒̋͊̋̔̐͂͝i̵̧̥͖͍̣͓̯̳͚̪͙̖͚͈̬͈͊̿͊̌͋̓̍̍̔̂͑̚͜s̶̡̬̞̫̤̠͇̦̪͚̤̩̭̽̊̏̈́͑̊͋́͆̈́͜ ̷͙͇̹̦̪͚̬̈́̌́͂ͅv̷̧̯͚̣̫͒̕ȇ̵̢̨͔̖̖̼̣̰̤̲͖̌͋͝r̴̢̨̦͓̭͓̟̝͇̈́̎̐͗̕ỷ̷̪̥̠̻̹͍̳̬͕̓͑̈́̋̑͒̾̎́͘͜͜ ̷̡̧̛̯̮̳̠̪͇̜̣̜́͜ẅ̸̧̛͖͖͚͇̯͖̎̌̓̓̇̓̋̃ȯ̵̠̲̞̼͔̹͕͒̊̐͘ͅṙ̸̡̨̛̝̠̮̖͚̂̒͘̕͜͜͝ȑ̶̳̮i̶͔̇̓̓̂̈̈́̔̍̓́͜ḙ̶̹̘̱͉̬̱̖͓̖͓͉̘̿̄̏ͅd̸̢͕̳̩̮͍̾̽̎̿̓͒̽̾͒̂̀̄̈́͘͝ ̴̨̖͔̺͎̳̥̜̥̯͓̺͓͐̓̐̈́̄̀̈́́͛̋͑͠͠t̸̢̡̛͚͉̱̙̯͙͈͇̳̗̦̯̰͂̋͋̓͑ͅh̵̨̳̫̦͕͗̽̿̄͊̍́̆̋̽̌́͐̂̓͊͝ȁ̷̡͚̀̅t̴͕͕̖̙̩̫͍̭͔̣̫̎̄́̾͆͜ ̷̨̡̩͎̘͍͚̘̱̉̏͊͊͊̀͌͘͝i̷̢̥͙͎͙̍͆͝ẗ̸̹̮̗̞͚̞͚̭́ ̵̨̧̧̨̥͉̠̰̘̺͓͔͎͇̳̙͐̒͊͐̀͛̿͆̂̍w̴̡̗̦̖̙̪̱̒̀͆͌o̶̢͕̞̩͓͚͂͋́̌̂̅̎͝ͅň̴̨̪̟̮̫̥̆̈͑̽̆͒̓̿͛̕͠’̶̲̖̀t̵̛͔̗̰͉̩̲̭͚̟̍́̊̆̄ ̴̢̛̠̦̅̓̆̂w̷̠̭͇̗̭͓͙̾̂́̔̉͑̇͂̓̇͝o̸̱̩͓̗̲̺͂̂̂̍̃̃͗̈́̅͘r̶̢̡̧̧̮̩̖̘̳̞̟̞͊̎̇k̷̛̼̇̀̍̄͝.̷̟̮̜̞̟̝̺̩̘̖͖̦͉̓̈́̐̆͐͑̿͠͝”

The baby piglin hums and waved at her in a dismissive manner.

Blue frowns but eventually stays silent along the walk.

A minute later, Blue piped up; “Say, does the baby piglin have a name?”

TSC frowns and then tilted their head to look at the baby piglin.

“D̷̞͓͖͍̠͔̼̓̑̈́̉͛̒̔̊͑͆̒̾̎͘͘̚͠ͅį̸̢̛̛̗͇̦̻͇̗̓͊͆̇͛͊͐̆̈́̐͛̆̕͝͝d̷̢̨̮̙̠͔̜̺̼̈́́̃͂̈́̕ ̵̧̡̛̛̹̦̰͚̼̬̟̩̫̹͕̖͔͋͂͒̓͘͝w̵̡̛͎̗͔̹̖̯̗̜̋e̷̬̠̜̤͔̩̲̤͈͍̼̦̭͌͆͒̐͊ͅ ̷̧̦͕͔̠̘̝̫̻̝̤͌͜n̴̢̨̥̝͎͕̟̪̜̺̫̊͂́̂̿̎̂͗̓̈́͐͠e̶̫͚̣͗̄̈́̄̔̏̒͊͐̇̊͌̌͆v̴͓̤̞͇̓̆̉͊ȩ̶̝̫̻̣̠͇̦̤̻̋r̷̘̦͎͙̉̅̔̀̕ ̷̢̭̯̂̒̈́͌͆̓͐͆͆͆͗͗̍́̚͝͠a̶̡̼̝̗͍͈̮͕̘̩̣̬̰̹͑́̔̒͑́͒́͝s̴̢͉̼̝͉̫̟̲͙̭͖͖̹̲͝k̴̳̝̲̹͕̘̀̾̾́͋̏̍̎́͛̓̐̀̈̕͘ ̵̦̼͕͔́͋̓̿̅̊͋̾̄̈́̈́͝ͅÿ̵̧̡̨̯̟̻̻̭̺̪̯̰̟̲́͒̓̎͛̄̆͒̌ȯ̵̜͇͎̜̗̬̦͌̅͌̉́̈́̌̄͗̆̾͑̋͝͠͝ű̸̡̯̩̝͖̳̯̗̹̲̱̔̇͌̾ ̷̛͔̥̣̬̝̭̲̙̥̩̀͛̂̓́̃̓̈́͋f̴̨̧̧̠̩̖̯̭̟̱͓͐̿͒̐͆̊̐́̈̇̈̌̃̚͠ô̴̢̖̠̩͖̎̈́̽̑̓̌̑̏͐́͐̓̇̕͘̕ͅr̵̨̯̺̥̘͉̫̣̪̝͓̜͈̦̣̲͗̌̂̋͆̐͜ ̵̧̢͓̙̳̼̹͓̲̫̮̹͐͑̉̒̀̋̓̏̃̐͑͜͝͠y̶̨̩̫̫̦͙̠̬̼̟̹̰̗̦̘̩͍̆̏ŏ̸̠̙̹̼̩̜̈̔͘u̴̢̫̰͓͚̞̦͕͐̊̑̍̊̈͜͝r̵̡̭̜̼̈́͆͋͊̈́̃̉͛̂́̒ͅ ̵͔̫̪͖͔̩͕̫̫̿̃̇͆͊̊͛͐̕ͅn̷̺̗̙̬̪̖̬̫̞̳̟͑̈́̑̾͊̅͌̒̿͋̉̈́̎̀͆͘̚a̴͔̒̈́͊̐͛̈́͊̋̇͝͠m̷̧̪̫̺̖̼̣̖͖̩̎̇̈́́̓̀̈́͋̿́̈́̈́̕͠ȩ̴͓̟̰͈̗̜̗̺̜͈̝͓͚̙̓͝ͅ?̶͎̹̭̙̬̈́̄̾̈́͗̀́̈̈́͌̚ͅ ̵͓̹̻̏̚I̸̟͛͐͂͆̓f̸̱͚͇͉͍͈̍̈́̇́̽͆́͋̏̄̑̿͆͘̕ ̵̡̡͚̣̣̪̬͇̬͉̺̠̳̮̅̓͘̕y̶̨̩̙̺̼̮͚̝̌̔ơ̷̧̢͇̦̮̝̭͙͈̗͚̳̏̊͗̎ų̷͇̯̞̞̼̰͈̬͔̗͕̂́̿͑̈́̌̅̊̒̊̏̇̆́̕͠͝ ̷̡̢̛̺̭̼̝͕̩̜̹̥̪̩͖̓͋͗̈́͒͛̄͜h̷͔̙̥̑̇̐͆͂̂̌͋̆̋̅̉ạ̴̘͓͎̱̠̙̝̣̺͇̗͔̈́͗͆̌̓͛̀͐͋́͐̀̓̚͜͠͝v̴̧̡̢̨̻̠͔̹̙̰̺̖̭͈̰̠̐͂̽̍͒e̸̗̪̥͉̮̣̬̠͍̳͕̽͜͜ ̵̢̨̡̙̬̝͇͓̭̪̞̟̒̀̏̿̍̇̇̎̀̆̈́̉̕͠ã̵̛̛̜̩̜̩̹̩̗̈́͑̈́̇̓̀̍̾̍̍͜͠͝͠ͅ ̴̢͇̱͙͎̫̲͓̰͗̋̉͒͊̄̇̀̚ͅņ̷̤͎̬̙̜̰͈̘͚͎̞̟͓͙̬͊͛̉͘a̷̯̱̠̻̠̞̺̱͆̈́͛̍̉̿̈̔͘ͅm̶̛͓͇͓̟̘̝͗̈́̈́̊͊͐̾̒̊͌̃̅́́͜͝ḙ̶̈́̈̓̀͐̆̈̀̅̈́̀̈́̉̒̇͠?̵̜̹̼̍̾̅͒͝”

The baby piglin squeaks in surprise.

“O̶̟̅̀̇̾̽̇h̷̗̞͚̱̳̙͉̭͉̦̭͕̹̖́̒̿̒̆̽̑͐̉͠!̸̨̞̞͖̫̭͈͇͈͓͒̔̔́̈́͊̓̈̂̈́̔͛̕͘̕͠ ̶̹͇̈̎͛͒̈́͛̀̅̋̂̏͗̀̚͠͠͝M̶̙̠̃̑̀̈́̓̔̏͑̿̐͘̚y̴̨͉̜̜̯̗̬̼̜̬̯̙͙̦̖̪͋ ̴̛̭̣͌̔̏́̋̓̽͂̽̚̚͝͝͝ͅn̵̨̛̻̦͇̫̝̗̫̈̀̆̈̑́̎̽̕a̸̗̘͈̤̍͗̚m̷̨͍͕͎̟͍͚͚̝̲̜̂̋̓̾̃͆͑͑͑̈́̇͛͜͝ė̴͇̳̲͊̓̋͑̚̚ ̵̧̨̲̰̪̱͉̺͆̌͌͆͗̽̓̑̀̋̑͂̅͘͠͝ǐ̴̧̞͓͚̘͔͔̯̬̰̌͒̐̀̌̔̃̽̐s̸͎͇̰̞̋̏̆̀̒͒̓ͅ ̷̢̡̦͙̺̭͎͙͔̥̙͖͗̄͂̃̑̀͒́̿̎̿͊͒͆ͅŖ̵̨͈̥͖̥̤̗̣̘̤͙͂̉́̔̒̈́h̷͖̱̙͓̙̲́̈́̀̐͌̈̈́̋̀̅̆̚͝͠ǫ̸̲̱̘͕̰͌̀̇̃͂̓̑̋̈́̈́̿̾̃́̓́̚n̸̡̧̰̯̞̗̫̣͍̝͚̥͔͍͚͆͒̎̄!̶̗͙͈͎̞͎̣̲͔͈̥̭̫̥͒́͜͝͠ͅ”

“Rhon, huh?” TSC mustered. Then they smiled.

“Y̴̧̛̭͕̙̹̗̲͉͔̥̣̣͕̲̰̤̌͐̉̊̆͑̈́̀̍̑̎̍̇͝͠ơ̸̢̡̰̖̺͚͙͙͖̤̝̝͔̾̉̀̐̂̿u̴̫͚͈̗͔͉̦̤̩̠̲̔̆͛̃̈́̄̿͒̋͘ͅ ̴̢̡͎̮̱͚͕͙̰͚̞͉̐̉̇̒̎̆̈́h̷̛̲̬̖̙͔̭́̆̈̋͂̉̑̅̊̈́̎͋̕̕̕͠à̴̧̨̨̭̜̮̱͉͔̤̲̥̙͔͔̻͇̉̂̐̒̓̇̈́͒v̴̧̛̳̣̼͔̹͖͇̠̼̞̜́̿͂̈́͒̌͜͜e̷̡̛͈̫̘̞̻̯͎̓̀̈̍̒̏̆̕̚ ̵̩̰̩̭̹͓̫̤͔͇̞̙̦̦̫͐̀̂͐̇̒͗͌̉͜͝ā̴̞̻̼̭̹̯̙̮͔͋̿͗̉̊͐̃͋̀͂̀͜͝ ̴̛̜͆́̂̏̕ͅn̶̨̡̩͍̙̳͔̠̖̭͙̬̳͈̙̠͐̊̾ͅḯ̸̢͙̜̰̮̯͐͌̾̍̓̕͝c̶̨̢͕͖͕̗̣̲͕̗͈̗̖̺̪͉͈̐̃͋̀̇̉́̉ę̸̢̹̩̬͍͓͕̝̖̩͚̱͔̬̼͙̓̉̀̍̽̍̂̿̋̉̏̃̚͠ ̵͚̫͇̗̮̜͎̝̠̓̈́̂̂̅͆̃͘͘͜n̵̮̅͌̎̈a̶̧͔̣̻̣͍̞͕͊̀̽̑̊̚͜m̴͇̠̦̖̫̯̘̩͇̀͛̊͑̓̌̈́͒̅͌̇͝͝ͅͅȩ̷̜̝͓̕͝.̵̲̑̽̋̑̽̄͝͝ ̴̥͇͚͋̀͂Ǐ̸̝̯̳̃̑̈́̊͐̇̈͂̀͑͂͝ͅ’̴̨̨̡̗͇͚̪̫̻̯̙̥͚̑͛͐͂̈̊̀̿̉͛̓̆̇̐̈͜͝͝m̶̧͇͔̜̰̮̻̠͙͕̞̞̭̱͓̭̈́̽́ͅ ̶̲̺̅͆̑͑̍̀́͊̈̍́͋̈́̕͝T̸̯͕͙̠̰͋̓̔̕h̶͉̃͝è̸̳͕̟̭͈̰́̂̓̐̋̎̇̕͝ ̸̛̪̂͐͋͗̑͌͂͌́͊̕͠͝Š̶̨͉̭͕̟̫̺̥̘͇̗͛̀͆̆͑̊̊̀͌͂͠͝e̶̩̦̟̭̩̖͉̞͎̘͇̞̻̠̗̞͘c̵̢̪̭̫̦͙̻̥̳͍͇̹̝̟͖̍̾̑̐́̈́́̽̑̈́͒̕ǫ̸̛̹̯̣̗͆̈́̄͑̔̓̀ͅn̸̢̧̳̹̥̠̺̣̣̰͕̭̩̮̮̞̣̿̀͠͠ḑ̴̧̢̛̳̠͕̘̯̝̦̥̃͂͂͑̈́̆͝͝ ̸͚̱̗͚́̊͑̑̿̆̑͝Ç̶̯̉̈̈́̒͌̀̔̓́͐͋͘͝ͅo̴̧̡̡̝͈͕͖̗̠̝̞̫̯̐͗̀̏̍ͅͅm̸̧͔̣̬̈́ī̸̡̢̪̩̮̣̥̘͇͎̩̣̱͍͕͔͙̒̽͛̓̀̐͑̈̾̆n̴̬̼͈̦̯̭̱̱̻̱̪͉̤̏͐̂̐̆͌́̿̃̆̊́̇̔̚͝ͅǵ̶̢̬͇̩̙̜̻̓̿̊̈́̎͑͗̈̈́ͅ.̸̧͙̞͉̗̯̲̼͉̼͕̬̳̠̥̙̲̄̐͂̓̀̊̓͆̕͝͠ ̷̛̻̭̺̯͆̊̓͆̓͋͊͌̆̒̈́̄̅̕͝Ÿ̴̨̢̮̹͙̮̦̝̩̝̭͕͕͔́́̄͆̿̑̊̈́́̐̈́̊͑o̶̧͓̥̹̠̰̗̬̘͑̓͗̌͑̀͋̃̂̈́́͌́̈̾̕͠u̶̧̢̢͍͎͓̔̃̈́̂͆̆̕͠͝ ̴͔̱͍͎̱͖̤͈̦̹͈̖͕̲̳̣̑̊ͅc̷̢̺̝̦̗͆̀̌̊̐͆̓̀̾̀͒́̾̅͠ͅa̷̭̫̜̣̼̍̍̇́͂̅n̶͕̼̻͔̬̝͍͇̲͚͓̖̻̫̜̠̤̓͑͋͗͘͝ ̵̛̠͙͚̞͗̈́̍̆̔̇͘̕̚̚͜c̴̡̨̞͓͕̬̥̤̺̣͔̗̼̲̬̓̈́̄̀̌̈́̓̑͝͝͝ă̸̪͔͓̮̭̇͋̓̾̅́̊͑̋̂́̉̔̀̕̚ļ̴͕͇̣̬̙͍͙͙͕͓̍ļ̵̻̤̘͈̥̟̥͕͍̞͈̻́̆͊͐͒̿̾͗̀͗͂̚̚͝͠ ̵̫̹͚̠̪̭̣̼͂͋̆͋̑̀̓̅̅̍͛͛̄͘m̵̡̞͙̦̠̦͕̞͔̮̈́͆̀̌͂̽́̑̈́̀̉̉̒͘͜ͅe̷̜͖͖͗̏̔̉́ ̴͍̀̂̆̇̊̐̓͘S̵̛̝͓̗̰̦̰̆̐̃̀͒͌͆̆ȩ̸̻͋c̴͖̖͔̫͂̑͂̇̓́́͌̌͜ö̸͍͍̜́̆̌̆̄̈̈́̊̎͗͜n̸̪̼̦̺̤̭̥̗̬̺̪̠̻͒̈́̈͗͗̎̈́́̈́̓̈́͒̅͋̋̐ͅͅḑ̶̪͇̣̤̑̌͒̈͊͐.̶̡̹̩̝͠”

Rhon happily squeaks and pats on TSC’s head, making them chuckle.

Blue watches at TSC and the baby piglin- Rhon’s interactions with a soft smile.

“Don’t take this in a wrong way, but Second… you would make a good parent.” Blue said as she looked ahead, completely missing TSC’s small green blush.

Suddenly Rhon squeaked in excitement as he began to climb down off TSC, causing them to flailing their arms a little. They then grab the baby piglin and puts him down.

He then squeaked and waved at the same piglin group. The adult piglins turned to see Rhon with TSC and Blue once again.

Rhon squeaked out and gestured to two stick figures.

The piglin mobs intensely stares at Blue, which began to fidget under their stares.

Then the piglins waves at them, one comes towards Blue and shakes their hands. Blue can’t help but smile at their hospitality. Then she notices that only one stays at their spot.

The piglin with golden chest armor suspiciously eyed at Blue’s helmet then at TSC.

Then they grunted out,

“Ä̷̟́̄̐̍͂͒͗̓͒͜͠r̶̰̘͌̌̃ȩ̶̡̙͕̲͍̲̙̬̺͓͓͇͙͗ͅ ̶͖͉̽̊͐͠y̴̢̳̥̺͙̼̹͊̿̀̓́̚o̶̡̰͈̤̗̾̀̉͆̇̀̿̃̍̍̕̚͜͝u̴̙͚̎͑͌͂̐̍̀̽́̒͌̈̕ ̶̨̬͖͍̩̲̜͙̎̿ş̸̢͓͈̙̻̠̞̱̫̥̅́͋̇̏̅̔͗̀̂̕͜͝u̸̞̠͌͌̕̕͜p̵̻̫̘̥̝͎͔̈́̃͝p̴͕̣͚̯̃̿̓͆̅̈̑̽̀ō̴̟̤̠̩̣̳̮̯͕͈͙͚͕̙̼̘̓̌͌̌͝š̴̡̡̯̻͇̭̥̼͇̲̠̪̻͓̥̈́́̽͛͐͆͠͝e̷͎̟̤̩̹̒̏͑̎̂̚ḋ̴̛̥̬́͑̐̓̈́̓̔͗̚̕͝͠ ̶̖͍͙̜͎̠͙̜͙͎̠̝͙̥͙̰͎̎̈́̒̿͐́̈́̑̃̇̆́t̷̩͚͓̻̜͔̼̮̓͋̆͆̆̈́̅̎͌͊ͅǫ̸̛̥̮̰̲͖̦̩̠͎͐͊̅̇̌̒̎̓́͂͝ ̴̟͙̱͖̺̹̝̼̽̊͜ͅb̴̢̟̠͈͓̪̬̫̟̥̉̔́̀̎e̴͖̎͑̍̓̍̊̃͗͐͋͐͌̇͠ ̴̡̧̘̻̱̝̪͉̈́̇̔͆̈́͗̑͌̆͛̑̀̚̕a̷̧̨̛̠̻̙͕̰͎͚͔̿́̑̏̿̑̿̄̎̚n̴̡͓̥͖̊̓̿̎̓̇̐̾̓̕͝͠͝͝ ̷͕̘̔͒̔͗̍̽̑̿́̏̓̕͠͠͠E̴͙̮̞̫̠͕̝̖̙̻͓̱̠̒̌̇͊̏̓̍͑̏̔̈́̂͘̚͜͝ņ̸̞̞̦̩̥̩̦͍̘̊̌͒̈́͂̑̈́̑̂̑͐̀́͝͝d̷̨̦̰̳͖̜̺̠̘͚̤̟͓̊̉̓e̷̢̟̪̦̪̥͙̰̙͎̺̪̱̱͚̿̃̾̆̇̔͘̕r̵̡̛͉͙̻̹͓̟͍̮̮̝̹͌̌͂́̃͐̋̔m̶̛͍͙̝͙̞͎̭̤̳͉̣͕͚̗͈͙͚̈̀̄̏̒̊͊͗͆͂͋͂̎̊̍a̴̧̰̩͓̣̺̯̤͔͉̺̫̽̒͒͑̋̚̚n̴̡͈̙͔̝̘̘̙͑̃̐͒̒̉?̷̨̗̳̪͚̻̱͓̼͚͖̓̉́̈̾̃͂̽̎̕͜”

TSC blinks in surprise as they look at the piglin with golden chest armor.

“…̴̧̢̰̣̱̫̻̦̞̙̏̉͐̑̀͝͝͝Ȳ̶̨̥̘͕̙͎͇͔̱̫͚̻̩͗́̆ē̸̻̱͔̯̰̘̣̼̓̃̈́͜s̴̲̖͗̒͌͌́́̆̃̈́̿.̴̛̳̣̓̒̾ ̷̨̨̫̲̹̘͉̯̼̰̺̦̠̈́͐̄͒̇͜͝͝I̷̢̨̡̢̝͙͔͖̠͙͉̱̰̙̣̍̾̍͐̋͂̽ ̴̝͚̥̲̺͎̼͈̖̼̩͈̈́͌̓̈́̿̽̏͜͠ã̸̦̪̟̬̖̥̳̣̖̼̱̜̜́̐̋͆̀͗͌͒̕m̶̧̛͓̖̥͂̌̇̌͂͆̀͆͌̾͐̂͝.̶̛̘̻̠͔̙̣̮̯̭̼̅̽̎̏͛̾̓̑̀̈́͜” They then gestured towards the piglin with golden chest armor.

“Ẅ̸̨̧̯̞̣̺̞͔͓̦̳̳́̓͐̀͂́̍̎̇͂̐͐̇̀̚͝ͅḩ̸̨͉̣̹͙̩͇͍̥̣̥̖̱̞̓̋͗̓͌́̔̃́͂̐͒̾͠͝͠ǭ̷̛͍̟̥̖̟̦̄̋̏̓̀̔͂ ̷͉̩̜̝̩͕̲̫̩́̿̈́́͌͌͊̓̓̀̉̈́͠ã̷̱̭͍̄͂r̴̨̢̢͕̱̮̯͙̦̩͔͎̥̜͙̫͔͂̈̄̃͑̒́͒͊́̚̕̚͝ȅ̴̡̯͉̝̩͍̯̥̜̟̫̊̐͑͗̓͘ ̵̛̠̹̫̙̯͓̟̫̜̤̋͑͛̃̓̇̈́͋̊̔̅̕̕ͅy̶̙̝͇͇̞̮͚͔̞͚͎͊̈͋̇̐̀͐̌͘̚̚͝͠͝ō̸̧̜̞̪͖̪̖̂̒̍̑u̶̠̙̠͉̳̲̰̺͖͇͕̭̭͍̘̙̓̏̌͊̉͛̽͑͊͘͝?̶̡̡̢̧̰̞̭̬̲̝͇͔̲̱̀͑͒̀̅̍̍̄͑͜ ̶̢̥̪̞͍̹̩̳͈̃̈̕͜ͅĂ̸̛̻̮͍͇̹͎̱͈̲̜̮̖͗̏̌̽ŗ̸̬̬̗̹̳̤̳͕̭̬͚̺̳̖͙̪͋̋̀̑̔̇̓́͗̓͑̎̄̔͝e̶̢̻͕̺̠̭͉̠̩̿̃͐͒̍̐͂̑̔̚̚͜ͅ ̶̛̲̬͕̱̙̹͈̰͔͇̙̥͍̇͐͛̄͐̉̚͠ý̴̼̔ö̵̧͇͚̤̺͈̣́̉u̴̢̡͍̲͚̼̻̥̠̖͔̿̊̆̒̇͜ ̸̧̡̡͈̗̩̲̣̱̭̯̱̭͊́̕t̵̨̥̯̜͖̱͎̖̦̼̯̣̹̖̘̂͂͛̉͂́̇̿͜͝h̵̨̛͇͓̣̹̺̦̪̟̥͎̽̆̊́͂̍̒̌͑̋̿̕͝ͅͅe̷͖̩͈̪͈͎̓̊͌ ̴̨̬̩̗̩̮̋̈̽̊́̈́̚̕͝l̷̻͙̙̮͕̼̏͆̈́̌̓͊͂͗̎̿͌̐͊́̚ẻ̷̯͇̞͙̦̠͚̮͖̫̺͔̥̩̼͂̑̉̋̅̇̃͗̋̿̈̓́̓͝͠ͅa̵͇̍͘ḑ̶̩͓̗̤͙̜͍̣̞͈̮̇̄̏̎̆́̓̅̓ȩ̶̺͙̣͈͙͇̤̞̖̥̝̙̻̭̐̌̈̔͗̒̆̌͆͒̄͒̍r̸̺͍̓͑̎̓̿͑̅ ̴̫͙͚̦̬̻̱̪̤̥͎̌ộ̸͈̬̯̻̠̫̠̦̜͍̐́̅̌͗̆͌̈f̵̧̞͚̟̣̯̹͙͙̱͚͉̝̻̤̂̈́͆̀̎͊̋̕ͅ ̷̛̘̫̪̤̯̦̙͎̙͉̥̟̘̃̀̄̒́͗̎̿̏̄̔̚͝ͅͅͅt̴̤͖̭̩̬͓͈̦͕͍̗̉̈́̈̋̔̀͑͜͝͠͝h̵̙͉̮̘̾̈́͗͌̏̀̀͆̽̉̽̔͊͛̚͘͜͝ȉ̴͇̹̱̝̰͓͈̟̤̲͇̠̟̹̜͇s̶̢̛̜̮̣͔̞̝͙̮̎̓͆̿̋̃̇̈́̓͠ ̴̤̞̦̒̃͜ģ̷͔̱̂̌͆̌̈́̇͑̀͑̽̀̀̎̚̚̚r̴̳͉͇̝̣̗̓͗̏̓̉̆̃̉͛̓̊͠o̶̗̖͙̼̜̣͙͉̰̫̪͕̮̠͓̭̲̾̒̑̾̽̑u̵̟̟͐́̀̓̇̾̎͝p̴̨̖͎̥͛?̵̛̤͎̱̗̪̜̰̩̗̰̣̖͙̼̣̖̣́̽͒̑̔͌͐̈̐̃͛͛͛̾̚”

The piglin with golden chest armor grunted, then stood up and walked toward TSC. Then they sticks their hoofed hand to TSC.

“Ì̵̡̥̹̘̜͇̪̺̩͚͎̟̆̓͑̀̋́͘ ̷̪̭̞̂̀̏͐͂̅̎̈́̽̎̆̈́̽̋̍̅̌a̵̡̟̺̹̻̣͕͈̙͕͎̽̎̄͐̃̋̾̋̑̍̽m̸̜̟̤̏͜ ̸̡̺͓̤̯̂̋̑͑̀̋͐̑̆͆̄̈́̓̕H̸͙̬͓̮͕̩͉̫̪̽͗̽̏̊̀̿͋͘̚͘̚͝o̷͈̭̤̤̗̳͔͉̬͋͐̄̂̇̑͋͘̚͠ĺ̶̠̭̜̳͍̀͛͝f̸̧̡̼̜̻̤̮̹̰̒̆̌́̀ͅͅṙ̴͕́͊̈̍̊̾̆͛̀̇̊͒a̵̛̯̺͍̭̣̬̮̫̫̗͂̈̅͐̿̎̇̾͗̔̓̓͜͝g̵̨̨̨̛̛̫̪͔͈̟̭̩̝̐͋̋̋̇͒̚͝.̷͇̯̩͊̀̾̓̍̊̽̓͗ ̵̰̥̋͒͊̈́̔̓͐̔͋̎̆̆̀͝I̴̠͕̝̺̫͓̰͖̲̖͊̆̄̎̑͑͂̈̏̈͜ͅ’̵̻̟̞̜͚̲̱̑̀͑̃͊̀̓͂̄̊̎̉́͘̕m̶̡̨̠̥̦͖̞̯̠̬̭͚̗̙̭͖͆̀͐͗̐̀̓̓́ ̴̬̀̌͗͝t̵̨̛͙͙̤̖͂͐͂̓̌̓̕̕͘̚͝ͅh̵̳̹͈̱̪͓̭̭̥͒͛͑́̆ę̴̭̼̤̦̻͑͆̈́̿̆̚ ̸̛̥̣̼̪̙̼̗͔͙͕̺̿̂́̄͑͘͘͝͠͝͝ĉ̵̢̧̛̛̙̖̥͎͎͖̾͛͛̆̐͒̐̋͗͜ȃ̸̧̤̖̪̦͓͙͎͚̱̲͍̓͂̎̾͜p̷̢̟̺̝̖͍͚̬͙̑͘ͅẗ̸̩̭͇̟̺̭̞͚́̾̈̔̋à̴͔̀͌̓i̴̖̲̯͍̼̠̭̳̻̰̣̭͉͔̓̃́̋̃̆̅͐͒͊̕͝͝ͅn̶̡͙͇͉͍͊̓̅̋̎̒̈́͆̃͆̋̀̕̕͝͝͝ͅ ̸̧̛̘̪͈͕̗̬̗̋͒͌́̓͋̒̀͜͜o̶̢̺̹̦̞͌ͅf̶̫̰͈̙̞͚̮̣̼͎̟͔̼̉́̔͜ ̴͕̘͍̥̥̪͌̔̓̀̾̈̓̾̀̐̇͗̅͠T̵̩̪̗̹̘̩͙͔̈́̄̊̿͐͊̃̆̓̚̕̚̚ḧ̵̘̘̦͕̫͎͖̘̱͍̩͚̯̪̙́̾̆̈̈̄͆͛̋̎̍̌̄͜͠ę̵̢̛̗̩̬̬͖̖̯̯̼͕̗̺̜̻͔̏͐̊͑͗̽̑͐̆̆̽̕͝ ̴̢̛͉̥͈͍̤̮̐͠P̴̺̣̰͎̮͕͈̼̬̞̯̠̻̪̫̿͗͌̐̅͛í̸̜͚̝̙͓͈͌̀̽g̷̨̧͚̖̺̮͚͈̖͖͙̣̝̠͍̋̂̒̒͌͌̽͂̆̒̀̓̓͂͜͠l̴̛̝̞̻͔̜͗͗̑̊̍͋ḭ̸̡̛̲̲̦͔̭̭͂͆̋̈́͐͝ͅn̷̛̛̺̳̩̥̜͖̠̱͍͔̣͙̬̘̔̀̈́̽͂̌̆̑̔̕͝ͅ ̴̛̛̛̙̼̫̰̆̿̾͗̎͊̂̽̏̕̚͜͜Ś̵̙̩̣̟̉́̽̿̋̅̅̀̃͒̃̿ͅq̵̡̬̜̜̠̗̦̼͍͎͋͗͛͗̆̋͐̉̑͐͌͊̿͆̏͜u̴̧̧̙̻̜͖͚̞̦̤̯̞̪̪͋́̈͌̓͗̓͐̄̓̋͜a̶̢̹͖̖̬̞͔̱̜̯͇̼̗̫̟̝̍̀̈́̓̌̏͑̾̽̍̚d̶̲̼̦̪̒̀͊̓̄͝r̸̡͉̼̹͎̭̻̩̩̓̅͜ͅớ̴̢̖͇̰̳̝͓͎̣̪̉̃͂̃̍̈́̈́̓͘͝͝n̶̨̡͍͍̲͓̰͙̣̯̜̈́.̴̨͗̈́͂̈́͋̀́̇̊̚”

TSC hummed. “Holfrag, eh?” They then grabbed Holfrag’s hoofed hand and shakes it.

“Ǐ̵̛̩̘̠̳̝͓̬̫̖̭̓͌̾̾́́̈́̀̿̇͛͗͋̌̚ ̵̈́̓̄̃̈́̏̃̐͑̍̔̊̄͜͝á̸̻̤͖̒̓̀͋͌́̔́̾̈́̉̕͠͝͠m̷̯̲̟̰̰̹̼͉͔̩͐́͒͒̆̾͛͆̈́̄͘̕͝ͅͅ ̸̨̛͙̼͍̱͉̊̍̀͐̏̔̈͌͠Ť̸͇̠̊͐͛̈́̈́̾̓͌̿͌̓͑̐͘͝͝h̷͚͎̄̽̆̀͊̎͌͛̀̽͘͠e̶̛̛̘̰̥̔͊͌̆̐̒͒̎͒͑̚͝͠ ̴̢̛̪̈́͊̊̂̓͗̍̇̈́̈́̀̃̚͘͝͠S̶̢̧̢̼̳̜͖͔͖̀̑̓̅̽̑̅̉͗̋͂̅͘̚͘̚͝e̴̘̙̠̩̜̗̻͊̓͊̏́̽̓̋̿̃̾̃́̃͊̀ç̶̯̘̤̯̼͉̝͙̗͈͍̪̦̭̋̀̆͆̐͗̑̃̀̉͘͜ͅȍ̸̢̹͉̥̉̓̓̂̏͋̏̈͝͝ͅn̸̖̗͖̖͈͋͂̈̏̒͑͊̆̇͗̿̿̕͝ḓ̵̡̢̩͍̭͇̻͖̥̺̤̖͙̱̭͖̍́̇͊̏͝ ̸̨̙̼̪̦̺̮̟̻̹̻͎̰͎̪͈̎̈́̋̀̊͊͑̄͘ͅÇ̶̭̟̰̳̯̯͖̼̟͓̊͑̈́͌̔͛̒͛̊́̈́̈́͑̚̕o̷̡̗̖̗̐̌̏̄̌m̵̝̳̤̰̗̳͙̉̊̉̈́̐͘͜͜ͅǐ̴̗͕̬͖̼̖̺̤͌͌̈́̋̋̌̅̎̆̋͂̕n̴̨̰͇̼̺͔͚͚̬͎͙͉̜̱͐̐͆͗͋͛̓̔͝ģ̷̧̡̡̮̥̖̩̮̗̮̳͐̉̌̓̾̈̆̅͛̉̉̆̐͘̚.̵̛͍͕̹̗͈͔͙̙̹̤̂̿͆͌̒̌̾̍̕͜͠ͅ ̶̡̛̬͉̺̻̰͍̬̘̻̭̘̯̅̂͐̑͐̃̊̉̚͜͝Y̴̭̥͉͎̫̖͚̮̖̥̆̈̿͛̅͛̕ͅͅͅơ̴̛̖̦̗̘̤̹̥̱͎͍̙̥̔͒͆͑͌̾̑̆̀́͘͠͝u̶̫̗̖̼͙͍̥̅͌̄̇̕ ̶̢͎̯̮͖̣͕̀͆͗m̷̱̜͋͒̊̅͗̀̌̇̍̎̈̔̏̕͝ḁ̸̡̯̮̣̪̜͇̯͎̱͐͌̇̊̾̅̈̾̇͝͠ͅẙ̵̡̛̬͍̣̱̓̾̓̔̍̈́̌̊́́̂͊̕͝ͅ ̸̧̜̰͉͛̀̓̑̽̅̃̈̑̏͋̕͘ç̶̧͓̹͍͒̏̽͐͜͝a̸̺̻̻̺͎̝̟͊̅̿̾̾̍̂̾́̆̿̀̍͠l̷̨̡̖̺̙̹̹̭̯͍̪̄̓͂͊̍͗̉̇̎̅̀͜ͅl̶̛͚̼̰̪̟̹͎̹͓͇͊̌̉͆̓̚ ̵͙̯̩͐̏̃̓͗̾͠m̵̡̳̺͎̻͖̳̺̗̜̖͈̘͙͌̒̉͂̉͑̚é̸̛͙̙͚͓̫̆ ̶̧̢̺̙͉̻͓͔̯̳͔͙̆̅̂̊́̅͑̅̈̎͠͝S̷̢̛̛̤̘̹̿̉̍̐̒̇͋̐̕ȩ̸̘͍͇̩͔̩͙̲̭̻̠̺͍̪̒̀̆c̵̤͙̄̋͒͗͂͛̊̿͗̓͊̄̕̕̚͝͝õ̵̧͍̃̎n̵̢̻̱̭̙͇͓̻̮̫̖͉͗ď̷̡̻̯̱̗͎̬͍.̵̧̛̝͈̙̝̥̅̇̉̾̈́̆̈́̔̌̍̈̚͘͘͝”

Holfrag nodded to him. Then he looked at Blue.

“W̶͙̗̤̲̱̲̉͑̓͗̐͂̑̽̅͒͒̎̃͛̕͠ḧ̴̩́̊̌̅̄ą̶̛̛̦̭̻̜̒̂̋̀͆́͒̄̒̃͋̽̚͠͝ţ̵̟́̀̃̈́͗̐ ̶̧̧̬̰̩̩̰̙̳̻̪̣͍̗͙͑̋́̓͐̾̅̔̓̀̀͑͊̊͗̓̕ͅa̵͍̯̓̎͆̓̍̍͛͘͝r̸̡̛̙͎͎̓̒̔͌̌͆̈́̆̃͗̏è̶̛̱̺̟͙̘̈͑͒͌̔̿̈́̐̚̕͝ ̷̬̤͎͔̫̼̱̩̰̰̻͚̇̓y̴̮̼͈̱̞̓͆̏͌̑ọ̴̡̦̝͖̙̺͈͚̥͙̬̱̗̖͛͋̒́͛́̆̔̍̿̓͛̚͜͠ͅü̴̫̘̹̩̠̯̇̌̈́̄̑̀̔̑͛̇͘ ̸̨̨̛̥͍̅̏̀̄̎̑̿̉͗̐̔͛̔͗ţ̵̦̠̠̩͉̹̔́̓͛̍̀̇̆͐̽̅͆̂͝w̶̨͖̝͎̥͔̬̘̬͓͍̍̄͌̚ͅó̴̢̡̤͓͎̼̱̃̎̿͋͘͠ ̷̨̢̛̼͕̯͔̞̑̔́͛̄͘͠͝͝ͅͅd̸͍̻͙̼̭̳̥̗͕͈͈̋̿̆͠o̸̧͚̘͕̦̫̟̤̖̱͉̓̒̐̀͐̉͊́̆͌͊̍̓̇͘̕͠i̴̢̨̼̘̼̻̺̠̣̟̥̟͎̎̌̇͜ͅn̵̻̭͖̉̈̒̓̀̾̏͑̀̃̏̚͜ģ̸̧̠̻̱̙̝͇͚̰̦̟̟̇̀̊͂́́͛̊̅̍̍̋̚͜͝ͅ ̷̺̩̞̇͒̈́̐̌̍̅̕͜͝͝h̸̨̛̗̬̯͎͗̑͗̾̈̊̽̒̏͆͑̈́͝͝e̸̛̛͇͑͑̋͗̎̔̕͝r̸͉͓͎̩̓̂̓̏̀e̶̢̤̣̬͇̤͎̗̹̪̍?̶͍͆͋͛̈́͒̆̉̅̀͛̐͘͠͠”

TSC turned to Blue and beckoned at her. “This is Holfrag. He is the captain of the Piglin Squadron.” They said as Blue walked to TSC.

She nervously waved at Holfrag. “He can speaks Ender language as well?”

TSC nods to her and turns to Holfrag.

“T̶̨̝̣̺̠̯͔͈̮̯̥͂̈̔̆̂̍͛̒̈́̍͐ͅĥ̴̹͎̞͉̯͓̞̮̟̮̭͖̪̤̄̈͑͜i̴̪̥̞̺͑̏̀̈̉ͅs̷̡̨̨̨̬͔͈̠̱͕̖̱̱͈̻̯̟͑̈́͊̄͒̑͊̂̏̄͗̕ ̷̧͍̣̻̻̹̟̲̰̝̝͙̀̅̈̔̏̍̊̉͗͝͠͠ḯ̴̧̤̻͎͍̬͍̝͈̮̰̠̬̲̈̾͐̂̄̈́̓̒̀̃͌͜s̴̳͉͎̱̰̹̃̓͊̒̐̐̋̄͑̅͘ ̶̧̘͈̮̝̤̹̗̾͆̒̾̅̌̾̏ͅB̵̨̘̠͍̗̗̀l̶̦͖̲̐̊̃̉͗ų̸̛̲͙͐́͊͒͛̊̇͒̾̎̇̋͋̅͋͝ͅȩ̴̢̨̞̯̻̰̜͖̦̩̰͗̈́̋̀̆̊͒̿ͅ.̷̨̭̰̲̻͉̪͔̜͍̙̞̥̰͇̣̊̈́̒́͑̿̆̀̓̍̊̐͝͝ͅ ̶̢̛͖͉͔̼̠̗̗̣͇̫̹̟͂̾̉̀͐͒̕͜͝S̶̛͇̩̣̹̱͓̠̯̖̪͖̼̗̝̼̰̬̋͆̆̿̀̽̓̅̽̆̽̀̓͝h̴̨̼̗̲̬̦͎̹̺̱̀ͅe̵͇̠̥̼̬̺̲̤̊̂̕͝ ̵̮͈̥̗̟͖͎̬͓̓̇̽̈́̿́͘i̵̱̝̘̲͖͔̹͖̍͗̔̉̔̑́̌̚͠͠s̶̡̨̛̟͇̰͔͇͛̑̓̅͘ ̷̡̢̫̯̹̫̬̳̖̲͕̲̜͖͚͕̑͌̐̊̑̊̀̕̚̚m̶̢̼̮͍̺͚̞̗̥̀̽̓́̉́̊͒̀̍̂̾͘̕͜͝y̷̛̰̻̳̠͔̟͍͉̩͚̋͛̊̃̃̾͑̈́̕͝ ̴̨̙̬͖͙̫͎̝̲̰͙̓̒̈́͛͛̂̀́̓͆̊̌̕͝f̵̢͓̝̼̣̣̩̣͔̜͆̍̈́́͂̈́͘ͅͅr̸̘̪̬͂̊̑̈̔̓̔͌̈ḯ̷̖̱̠̼̘̯̗̤̳̦̦̰̖̙́̄̒͊̃̑̉́̅̒̊͘ͅę̵̺͎̠͚̹̦̥̟̠̺̲͕̭̓̆̓̿̈̇̾̾͝n̵̛̰͊̋̇̆̂̄̄̊̓̆͛̃́́͘ḑ̶̢̜͚̞͖̺̮͗͛͋̀͗̏̔̇͑̆͝ͅͅ.̴̡͍̤̝̘̯̼̻̱̗̫͙͈̟̻͖͆̄̎̈́̅͆͐̋͗͒͘͘͠”

They then nudged at Blue and held a clawed hand out. Blue looked at TSC’s hand and pulled out the paper of nether warts she drawn before they entered into the Netherworld.

TSC then hold the paper up so Holfrag can see it.

“Ẇ̷̘̼̻̽̅e̷̗͎͕̙̺̎͆͒̌̀͝ͅ ̶̦͍̤̗̜̙̂a̴̻̱̾̉c̸̮̮̖̱̮̝̓̉͝t̴̠̘͊̉̿̈́̀͜͠ư̸͖͇̓̓̚ą̶̡̡̦̝̯͒̊̉͋̂̆l̷̲̥͔̰͆̔̐̏̀ĺ̵̖̤͔y̶̰̺͖̗͆̍͑ ̸͙̟̙̘̘̈́̉̓͂̕c̵̘̼͊̾̍o̶͕̺̒̓m̷̧̼̤͑͑̇͜ͅȇ̷̟̖̀̄̈́ ̴̛̛̩̼̟̥̌̈́̉͑t̸̨͋h̶̖̻̠͎̉r̸̦͇̝̗̙̠̓̈́ő̸̘͒̂̆ư̷͔̤̈́̆̓͊̄ͅǵ̶̢͓̲̩͕̆̓ḧ̸͓̫̈́̿ ̸̞̝̜͓͆̔͛͂͘͝ṱ̵̛͉̃͛̈́͗͠ĥ̶̯̪͖̥́̈́͊͊͆e̴͙͓̺͒̋̒͒ ̵̤͉͉̘͌͊̍͑̋̕͜n̶͔̝̗̰͓̏̑̈͑͆͆͜e̴̙̺̭̒t̶͓̮̜͕̮̞̓͌͒͗h̸̥̞̦̆͗͘ȇ̵͍͕̤̥̣̦̎r̸̢̧̢̲̩͈̓̈́̂ ̷͚̖̤͗̕̕̚p̸̖̂̊ő̵̢̪̙̗̈̂͛̈r̵̥͙̥͖̀́̿̋̆t̴̢͈̫̘́͗̋̽ą̵̹̲͎̝̋̉̋́͑͝l̴̞͉̪͑ ̷͔̘̜̽͂́̃î̵̹̣̥͚͐͛n̵̡̛̥̦͇̺͍͂͊̈́̓̃ ̷͖̦̃̋́a̴̞͐ ̶̡͓̝͉̏̓̈́́̇͂s̷̝̼͕̼̩̅̈́̆̋͝ͅḛ̵̡̘̓̏̒̅̋͛a̷̠̠͙͑͊̒̓̎̚r̸̳̰̠̻̦̻͂̈́c̵͕̱̻̪̮̽́̈́̂̋̃h̶̦̰̟̱̉͗̊̃͘ ̴̫͛̂ḟ̸͍̯̣̟͕̀̓̏̀ö̷͇͖̻́͛̽ͅȓ̶̠͖ ̷͙̰̂̂̀̀́Ṉ̸̫̉̽e̶̻̩̦̓̊t̴̖̬̤̅͐̿̈́̽̈h̵̲̜̜̰̍̉͒̇̈́̕e̸̲̦̋̓̀̂̒r̵͔̙͕͎̍̆̿̔̀͂ ̶̢̧͇͔͆͐̀w̴̱̰͙͓̼͗͑͜a̶͙͎͕̔̅̓͜͜ͅŕ̴͓̖̟̱t̵͈̥͔͚̄̒̏̆͒͘ͅs̷̛̗̯̟̺̘̠̄͂̒͆͝.̸̟͓̤̄̒̊̋͜ ̷̢̫͎̤͆̃̃́̇͊ͅ”

Holfrag looks at the paper of crudely drawn nether warts.

“R̶̥̘̘̪̞̍̓̋̕͘͝͝͝ͅh̴͖̣̗̬̩̰͈̱̹̣̲̩̰̃̇͐͑̈́̆̊̃̕̕ó̶̡̞̻̩̦̺̟̦̱̏̒͒̅̆̓̌͒͆͝n̷̡͎̠͈͈̘͔̟̥͓̣͓̏̐͐̊̆̉̆̀̑͌̚ ̴͙͖͖͓̖̼̄̐̂̈́͂̆͆͘ͅͅh̷̪̠̗̺̪̾̏̾͑͑̈́̊͗̑̒̍̈́̕e̸̫̺̥̤͎̍͑̅̈̂͂̂̄͘͠r̸̹̟̤̦͈̮̮̥͖̺̮̀͐̑͜͝e̶̡̼̘͂͐̀̇̇̏͌̓̈́̾͛́̌ ̴̡̢̨̛̲͕̖͍̬̭̠͇̩͚̝̀̇̏͋̎̓̒̂̃̾̈́̀̇̎͝͝t̴̨̡̢͙̠̲̫̜̘̫̪͓͓̜̯̍͌͐̌̓͘e̷̩̹̫̻̳̼͉͕̟͒l̸̟͗̀̐̋̽̈͗͗̂̌̄̓͆͂̂̐̀l̶̢̛̞͙̫̣͔̩̮̥̱̳̙̠͈̖̹̅̓͒̐̄̑̂̈́̅́̐͝s̵͇̯͙̼͉͉͕͉̪̖̗͍͖̲̾̈̀́̄̽̋̋͘͝ ̵̧̡̧͖̠̭̤͔͖̮̝̫͓̻̩̓̅̈́̋̑̕ͅͅų̴̧͎̭̗̺̭̬̻̲͈͂̀̽̊͛͌̀͑͒̃̕̕s̶̢̯̹̻̤͉̱̤̗͂̒̿̐͒̕̕͝ ̷̢̡̤̳͕͉͍̻̺̥̜̰͕͉͈̯̘̿͑̊̑̇̄̀͋̾̕̕͝͝t̴̢̑̐̀̇̚͝͠h̵̛̘̉͗̏̍̿̃̂́̚͘̚͝ȁ̷͇̞̓̓̅̋͊̏͌͐̉̀̌̏̄͋̚ţ̴͉̝̟̯̤̘̹͕̳̥͈̪̇̂̔̊̅̈́̒̍̒̕ ̶̨̛̖̺͇͇̘͌̉̀̐̄̌͒͒̏̌̂̚͝y̶̧̟̮͚̟̖̯̜͙̖̩̲͙͙̍͛̈́͐̃ơ̸͚͓̮̜̦̻͎̠͇̯͎̱̟̺̪̿̄͝ų̸͎͍͎̹̘͕̞̙̤̲̬̱̪̑̉͗̐͘͜ͅ ̴̬͓̬͈̮̼͍̩̬̎̋̅͋̅͑̌̈́͘͝m̷͍͕͆̇̊̊̒̄̿̄͆͂̌̇̾̓͘͝͝ĩ̶͚͌̒̿ĝ̶̘̮̭̫͉̹͓̥̟̦̺̫́͌̀h̶͔̣̤̤̫̜̻̝͇͚̃͜t̴̡̤̰̳̟̠͐̆̄̓͒͐̔̃͌̽̂͘ ̶̓̓͆͊̂̅͐̒͗̇͜ķ̶̢̙̲͇̫͓͚̱̲̱̩͇̩̳͇̂̽͆̀̀̓̽͑͛̕n̸̢̯̄̏̓̑ͅó̵̧̻̮͚̩͎̞͚̹͇̰̭͕̲̝ẉ̸͊͛̔͘̕�� ̵̧̯̘̱͙̘̖͋́͒̈́͗̆̓̀̚͝w̸̛̖̍̐̔̾̇̃͌̉͊͒̐̿̾́̚̚h̷̤͙͍̜̠͈̦̔̉̀e̷͎͎͒͒̓̉͊̒̽͋̕ṙ̸̤̈́́͆ͅͅẹ̷̹̩̯̮̱̭͕̬̙͚̺͕̌͒́̋͌̓̈́̀̚͝ͅ ̸̡̝̜̖͎̗̰̪͔͖͒̃̓̽͐̿̄͛̔̈̏̈́̓̾͊̚͠t̸̨̢̢̧̞̖̙̖̞͈̼̳͖͕̼͔̓̌͆̐̉͛̒̏̾͘̕͜ǭ̵͈̹̫̞̝̞̰̳̬̮̮̘̅̒͌̉̔̈́̒̈̔̍͂̓͊̕͜ͅ ̷̙͓̯̎͆̅̓̀̉̈́͐̐̐͗̚̕̕͜͝͝f̵̢͔͙̩͈̬̪̓̾͛̇͝ȋ̴̹͚͙̘̪͙̓̈́̇͘͝ñ̷̡̛̯̪͚̻̠͎̯͎̱̫̦͉̊̉̈́́̍̕ͅd̷̮̾͊͐̈̌̄̈́͂̅͆͆̋̕͠ ̴̭͎̦̙̩̱͔̟͈̗͉̤͗̽̓̂͝t̴̫̹̳̼͎͛̅́͗̓̎̾͝h̸͓̼͓͇̰̱͎̊́̔͆͗̃́̆̀̉̚͝͝ȩ̸̯̮̠̳͍͚̅̈̊̾̈́͝m̵̧̜̖͙̭̱̽̉͒̌̎̏͆͒̆͝͝ ̴̧̩̜̞̞̞̠͕͍̜͂͒̕͜͝͝á̵̜ņ̴̛͖̭̲̯̹͉̃͌͐̔̈̀̐̓͊͌̔̽͘͘͝͝d̸͓̘̬̯̝̠͓̬͒͗͐̾̾͗͒̀́͘̚ ̸̡̛͇͍̥̟̱̜̖̲̞̙̭̂̈́̋͆w̷̨̜̖̮͕͚̳̗̖̗͚̾͜ơ̸͍̘̝͎̣͈̭̖̥̱̼̳̜̅̓͂͐̀̽̓͜͜͠u̴̧̧̠̳̱̣̱̯͕̥̙̩̩͖̲̜̽̃́̈́͠͠l̷̡̛̪͉̣̿̏̇̓̾͠d̵̡̨̧̳̪̖͉̣̼̪̻̦̮̼̒͜ͅ ̵̻̄̎͐͠g̸̺̯̤̹̝͎̒̽͂̓̀͑͌̀͐͛̾͘̚͝͠͝ű̸̧̫͇̦̳͓̹̜͕̰̜͙̱̹̀̊ì̵͚̯̤̥̞̦̰̩͈̤͇̭̟͖͓̈́͆̈́̃͊́̃͘̚d̵̛̯̹͓̿͒́́̿̔͜ë̴̺̜̀̍̐͠ ̵̧̢͚̹̗̦̱̹̭͖̺̱̗̪͎̈̆̎̏̋͋̈́̍̐̈́̄̕ų̵͔͍̝̅͌̍̓̋͝ͅs̵̡̨̝̬͕͍̬̠̫̜̱̝̅̈̃͂̅͒͋̎̕ ̷̡͚̫̫̲̹̫͍̦͔͉̪͑͋́ţ̴̯̱̪̘̤̦̄̾̏̍͌̕͠͝h̴̛͍͉͑̓̐͌̈́͆͠͝ẹ̸̡͈͈͍̻̟̳̝̒̉̓́̓̾̇̆̾͐̅̕͠ͅr̵͉͌ẹ̴̃̀͑̽̆̈́̀̑̾̌͗̈́͘̕.̴̧̧̥̲̰̖̫̪͓̼̱̹͉̯̥̳̋͋ͅ”

Holfrag grab the paper and studied it closely, the other piglins joined in.

Blue then lifted the helmet up to itch on her head. Rhon noticed and gestured to her to put it back on.

The three piglins noticed Blue holding her helmet up and immediately raised their golden swords up.

Blue & TSC flinched at the sudden hostility from the piglins. Blue then hurriedly put her helmet back on.

They abruptly stopped and looked back at the paper.

Blue blinked at them. She hesitantly pulled her helmet up. Three piglins raised their swords again. She puts it back on. They stopped.

She pulled it up again. They raised their swords up. She put it back on. They stopped.

“Blue. Please don’t confuse them anymore.” TSC lightly chided at her. Blue just grinned at TSC. “The helmet did worked.”

Holfrag finally grunted and gestured to TSC and Blue.

“I̵̼̰̳͑͒͒̉͆̇̂͊͛̾͂ ̷̧̩̙̻̪̞̭̝̖̺̱́͂̎͗̎̀̽͒̍͂̽̏̐͐͘̚͝ḍ̵̛̫̺̜̳̂̓̅̾͂͝o̵̢̧̫͎̝̗̬̙͓̭̣̣̖͈͆̃̉̔̉̀̚͝ ̵̻̬͖̜̈͆̃̆̚ķ̴̞̹̝͈̠͈͍͈̪̲͌̂͌͛̐̓̈́̈́͒̓̏̏̈́̚͘͠n̶̮͒̎̿́̃́̎͝õ̵̙̃̐̅͋̓͊̉̓̈́̿̐̂͌͠͝͝w̷͇̐ ̵̨͉̠̦̞͉͓̻̭̫̹̯̠͙̓̓̓͂w̷̛̛̤̣̘̱͚̍́̃̋̄͘h̸͕̜̠͔̹̼͉̥͍͗̈́̏̍̐͛͝ͅé̶̩͕̱̒̎́̌̊̿̒̑̓̓͐̕͝r̵̡̨̛̫̹͙̰̞̠̫͕͖̦̉̓͆̓͌͆́͊̿̇̋̕e̶̫̣̭̅͌̽ ̴̡̢̢̡̛͍͖̜̯͍̙̟̊̾͆̈́̚ẗ̸̡̢̖͔̙̻̻̻̺̺̭̦̩̞͈̞́̀͐͑͋͊̌͆͝ọ̵͇̽̈́̏͗̓̈́̐͆͒̽̏̈́͘ ̶̧̖̝̩̹͓̜̖̦͓̺̯̏̓̉̆̑̏̚͘͜͜f̸̣̯̰̲̖͍͇̰͙̳̼̀́̂͘͜i̶̢̧̝̰͖͉̿̌̍͐̈́̀̌̔̚͠͝n̸̡̡̢̤̠̮͎̗̗͚̼̬̟͚̩͙̠͒̀͊̐̆̂͗͠͝d̶͉̭̤̩͉̖͈̖̀̆̿̎͜ ̵̛̻̝̱͙͎̑̾͂̈́͑̈͒̑̿͌̈́̇͌̕ͅţ̶͓͔̼͆̈́̎͂̈́̅͂̉̉̈́̎̏͑̒͜ͅh̴̢͔̩̻͓̣̙̞̻̳̎͆̉̆̎̉̽̔͌̅̈̇̋͝ȅ̸̲̱̻͎̠̈̈́̔͛̀̓̋͐́̎͛̃̓̐̈͝ͅḿ̵̢͚̘̦̹͈͖̙͚͒̀́͑̈̄́͒͘͘͜͝͝.̶̢̨̙̪͓͓̙̰̝̹̦͈̆́̕͘ ̴̡̨̼͉̖̲̞̪̫͔̉̍̈̓̌̿̄̓̎́̅͘͘͝͠A̸̢̢̫̦̪̦͎̹̹̫̥̥̩̞̼̬͇̾̑̔͋̂͋̌͝n̶̡̲̯̞̦̠̑̉̇͆̑̅̓͑̽̓̇͂̑̅̕͘͝ͅd̷̡̧̦̝͙̜̠̬̣̭̱̫͖̓͒̐̆̀͌̎̑͑́̑̈́̚͝ ̴̝̭̰̫̹͓͕͍̰̅͊̓̕R̶̩̖̥̭̝̗͉͙̣͉̃̒͋̀̅͂͂̈̎̑͊͋̕͘̚͜͜͝͝ͅh̷̢̤̼̞̻͖̣̹̱̋́͑̌̆͠͝o̶͇̙̼̥͓̣̺͙͔̙̔̑̐́̏̃̅̓́̐͌͂̂́̕̕͝ͅͅn̷͔̱͍̮̞̮̲̔̈́͒̉̀͒̆̌̆̒͘ ̴̺͘͠͝į̸̤̗̠̦̭́͊̚ͅs̶̢̢̨͖̗̯͉̥̬̥̖̮͈̊̆͂͂̀͗ ̴̣͎͕̽͋͑̀̋̿̊̈̃̀̕̕̚r̸̨̲̲͇̞͕͕̩̭̘͔̓̀̿̊̍̽̉͒͘͝į̸̪̞̺̯̜̩̰̩͓̤̱̻̔̒̈̈́̈́̒̽̄̄̎̕̕͠ģ̶̜͓̬͉̜̠̞̦̗͓̰̙͈͚͖̽̆́̈̀́̐͛̋̍̆̒͠͠͝ͅḩ̵̗̳̽́̃͌̂̌̔̎̐̀̿͘͝͝ţ̸̡̡͈̬͖͙̣̘͓̘̮͙̲͎̙͇͑́̈̍̚ ̶̢̱̼̖͓̘̠̼̘̻͍̝̼̞̫͇͗̾̃͊́̄̆͂̈̎̑́̊̀͐͘͜͠t̷͇͇̖͇̪̺̮̙̘̊͆̅͗̇̉̄̓̕̚̚ǫ̶̢̞̫̩̳͎̲̬̻͙͚͉̅͂͐͗̾͋͘̚ͅͅ ̵̳̤̞͕̺̠̯͐̔͘͝͝͝o̴̢̡̼̹͍̜̦̱̪̫͐̀̒̽̃̃̀͒̑͗̕͘̚͝͝͝f̵̨̙̥̯̫̮͚̫̰͒͆̋̄͂͘f̴̻̣̹̙̮̂̇̐̚͝ȩ̸͓̦̭͉̤͈͂̀̀̽̐͑̔̔̂̀͗̆͑̔̊̂͑ͅr̶̨̨̦͍͇̥͉̬̞͈̙̫̍̊̅́̆͐͌ͅ ̴̨̢̧̧͍̟̼̱͙͐̉͗͐̊̽̔̀̇̐̆͌͆͘͘o̶͔͆̈́̌̽̔͒́̃̉̾͠ŭ̷̗̞̳̟̟̯̱̈́̈́̏̾͋͋̒̚͠ṟ̶̢̡̧̛̣̝̺͉̪̝̩̺͖̼̐͆̋̅͆̓͜͜͠ͅ ̶̨̢̗̠̤͇̞͈̫̞̣̤̠̌̎̽̍̉̉̓̃͌͂̐́͝ͅg̴͍̘̖̖̺̝̠͚̗̱͔͚̽̎̾̐̿̈́̉͛͒͘͜͜ư̴̛̛͎͈̙͕͍̼͈̣̝̳̥̚̚͠ỉ̸̢̢͈̞̦̟̞͍̰̱̲̗̞̣͓͗̋̿̔̉͊̂̔̿d̶̢͓͇̜̩̰̙̖͔̙͎̯͚̏̋̒̃̄̿a̸̧̤̦̝̘̪̩̠̤̠̗̤͖̅̿̓̽̄͝n̵͔̹̗̭̈́̈́̆̃̿͠c̵̹͓̟̦̙͔̦̭̭̤̎̾̂̓͗̀̉͋́̓̅̂̕͝ͅȩ̷̧̜̪͕̹̪͎͔͍͉̻̠̖͓͓́͒̒̅̃̇̾̈́͘͝ ̷͍̣͙̟͛̾̈́̇͒͐̕͠͝t̸̛͔̙̝̼͕͕͔͈̖́͛̆̎̐̑̓̅̀o̴̢̠͉̮͙̯͆̓́͆̎̌͗̃͒̍͛͑͘̚͠͝͝ͅ ̶̧̧̭͎̠̝̅͛͜y̴̨͕̰̮̙͌̾̽̄̏̎̑͊͗͋̏̑̀̆͘ó̷̢̪͔̖̰͍͉̝̲̑̾́̀̾̅͆͒̏͛̃̾͝u̶͖̘͚̹̺̖̖͈̭̮̿͝.̷̩̬̘̫̖̯̰͚͆͂͐̄̈͗̐̽͠”

He then gestured towards the large hogs with chests.

“Į̵̛̛̝͖̈́̍̈́̎̔̒̓͐̿̚͘̕͘͝͝t̸̡̙̠̀͐̔̽̄́́ ̴̡̱͖̪̩̰̠̙̲͎̱͓̻̖̥̃͐̈̆̀̾̐͐̈́̌͆̉̆͐͝ị̶̭͔̖͔̝̙̥̅̋͑͛̈́̐s̴̡͎̝̮͚̘͈̺͇̩͖̓͛̄͒͝ ̷̧̹̗̭͎͉̼̞̞́͆̀͆̇͝ą̸͍̺̱͖͉̭͖̥̃̔̓̾̿̔͌́̅̽̎̚͝͝ ̴̛͇̭͚̣̳̮̠͙̟̂͑̎̐͌̆̃̽͊̊̈̈́͝͝͝l̴̪̤͐̀̑͐̇̊̽̊͆̉͒̀̔͊̎̚͝ȍ̵͕̖̇̒͗̽ͅn̸̹̣̙͕̥̥̘̣̞̼͓̯̳̬̻̓́͑̉̽̆̄̋͋̎̿͊͑̕͜͝ģ̵̞̱̯͖̰͙̋͛̐͒̈́̈́̏͐̐ͅ ̴̹͇̫̘͓͎͆ͅt̷̝͖̞͎̗̩͔͎̔̃͜r̶̨͙̯̮͙͔̩̗̝̙̀̈́̌͘̕͜e̴̢̧̬͙̜̫͖̥̙̝̦̹̝͖̲̟͈͊͒̔̊͌͝k̸͌͌̾́̋͒̐̀̋͜ ̶̨̛͙͈̝̠͔̹͕͈̝̜̤̼̦̝͍͐̇̓͊̏̌͋͗̀͋̐̅̄̒̕͝ͅţ̸̡̻̻͍̥͖͇̀̈̎̓̄̀͊̆̍̿̇̅͘͠͝ò̶̼͕͈̪̜̯̰̞̞̫͠ ̴̢̛̹̟̙͑̆̓̓̚͝g̸̡̛͖̬͈̪̳̫̩̫̯̘͇͓͕̹̑́͛̈́̏͒̀̇̎̀̆͌̊͠ę̴̮̦̩̘͔̲̭̪͇̪̯̭̣̖̐͑̊͂́̚͝t̷͍̯̯̋̉̒̂̓̾́̍̉̒̚͠͠ ̴͚͉̱̥͗̉͛͑̈̒͌̈́͜ͅt̸̟̙̬̫͍͔͌́́͌̋͒͘̚ȟ̵̳͈͋̀̌́̌̋͆͆̀̂̕͝è̵̢̨͕̣̩̫̪̟̼̯̞̓̑̽͛͠ͅr̸̢̢̥̘͓͉̱̥̰̤̳̫͙̬͆̀̇͘ͅę̵̡̨̞̰͕̪͋̐͋̑̾̋͆.̸̦̱̈́̄̒̓̍̓̀̏̀̚ ̶̗̭̞̱͈́́͊̈̆͛̑̍̊Ç̶̛̭̭̳̞̱̉̊̍͗̉̚͝ọ̴̌̓̋͌́̃̒ḿ̷̞̯͇͕̪̐̈̀̓̿̊́͊̅͊͘̚͘̕͜͜e̴̡̎̓̈̏̉̓͒̿͗͋̚̚͝ ̸̢̻̭̻̜̟̩̭̾́̐a̷̟̳̭̲̬̳̮̭͝n̸̦͇̳͔̙̿̌̓̈́̀́͜d̸̻̣̬̫̮̳̮͛̈́̽̆̔͜ ̷̨̭͉̹͋́̋̓ͅȓ̶̥̩̤̭̭ͅï̵͔̳̪͕̫͎̯̼͍̲̾͌̃̔͗̽̔̌̿̚̕̕͝d̴̮͔̻̼̀̔͆̈́͗̂̆̒̒́̐̈͊͌͘͠ẻ̴̦͗͊̓̏̿̽̀̊̚̚ ̵̮̻͓̜̳̟̱̰͍̫̭̽̏͋̔́̈̐̆͛͋̿̂͘̚̚w̸̯̅̊̓ḯ̷͚̘̐́̽͗̓͋͝͝͝t̸̢̰̲͕̟̬̀̌̎̒ͅh̷͓̯͚͔̭̯͚̘̥̞̤̜̭̳̞̟̖͌̾̓̐̀̒́̉̓̓̓ ̸̣̪͍̥̹̈̈́̈́u̷̘͖͑̇̋͒̔̒̀͐͛̒̚͝s̸̛͚̥̫̟̖̺̘̞̰̔͑́̄̓̓̽̾̇͘͝ ̶̧̖̯̼̼̳̫̥̯̝̩͗̄̾̇͊̍͌͑̓̌̾̌̀̚͝͝ͅo̵̪͖̪̐͋̇̄̔͝n̷̢̩̙̜̹͙̙̝͇̰̯̞̬̥̬̯͖̊̔͑͛̿͒̐̄͂͆̂̽̃͊̌̚ ̴̡̧̢͕̬̯͇̯̳̻͍͉͈̤͌̾̋̃͗̌H̷͔͍͙̜̰̣͇͈̋o̸̯̳̳͙͎͈͍̠̱̞͛̀͛͋̔̈́͛͑̅͘͝g̸̡͔̞͖̳̣͙̭̠̹̳̀̎̿̇͒͌̀͝ļ̵͓̘͈͈̟̗̮͈̬̝̑ͅi̴̛̗̓͋͒̏̄̍̄̊́̈́͊ṅ̵̛̛̤͉̥̙̣̱̮̭͉͗͛̓͐͋͂̆͒͘ş̵͚̞̫̫̝̳̪̲̯̞̂̈́̐̈́̂̄̈̊̈́̔͠͝.̵̨̧̭̹̬̜̠͍͇̈̈́́̅̍́͝ ̶̞̿̂̂̋̉̈̋̓͗͘̕͠͝Ẅ̶̛̭̗̻̺̬̫͇́͂̀̏̿̓̈́̑͝͠͠ȅ̴̢̧̮͓͓̘͇̭̳͈̳̳̖͖̺̅͋̔́̏̊̈́̑̿̓͂͌̍͂ ̸̢̡̘̹̜̱͉̲̬̳̫͓͂̄͗͐̓̿͊͊̉͗̔̚ẉ̶͒̿̓̎̾͂̈̈́̄̐̑͠į̷͍̞̱͎̪̮͍͇̰̟̓́̃̓̏̌́͝͝͠ļ̵̨͚͕̹̹̲͎̟̣̞͖̟͖̫͙̋̈̑̋̇͗̊̿̒̅ļ̸̺̯̲͕͓̪̠̘̏̍͊̋̋͗̀͑͐̓͝ ̵̡̣͔̜͈̯̬̪̠̦͚̟̹͌͊̈́̃̐̈́͆̈́̔̓̈́͛͝ͅg̴̡̧̨̪̳͓̺͍͇͕̝̟̹̠̘̏̆́͐̆̔̋͋̀̔̈́̂̓̉͝͝e̴̡̧͚͇̹̼̟̿̍͊͛̈͘̚͘ͅt̷̨̡̬̱̫̪͕͖̬͉̜̓̍̅̀̄͗̒̓̽̊̿͝͠͝ ̵̨͇̮̃̀̏͆̑͝ÿ̸̨̯͚̩̗̝̞͚̥̝́͆̃͗̈́̓͑ò̶̡̨̖̤̺̙̥̳̃̏̏̔̓̍u̸̡̨̥͚͖͙̩̤͚͎̯̬͕̹̘̤͆̿̏̄̊̔̓̊͊͠ ̵̗̞̫̰̖̰͖͈͚͈͋̂͝ͅt̶̥̘̖̪̀͛́͂̐̃̓̓̌̀̓̐h̸̢̨̖̼̲̣̆̑̈́̓̒̈̂̎̀͜͠͝͝ḛ̴̙͚̥̫̠̲̫̩̙͓̅̒̽̒́͗͘͜ŗ̶̨̨̺͎̤̮̩͍̥̙̈́͌͜ĕ̸̹̤̹̬͕̰̯̯̄̃̚ ̵̣͕̲͖͓̘̜̠̞̬͎̼̱͉̙͔͒͐̅̿̚͠ṣ̸̨̯͓͙̦̭̰͉̮͔̃̈́̌͜à̵̜͓͕͎̳̂̃͂͒̓̑̀̀̊̈́̔̎͜͝͠ͅf̵̢̡̨̻̝͈̯͖̬̪͗̈̉͑̌̽́͛͗̒͝͠ͅë̴̢̡̛͍͔͙̥̲̃̑͐̑̚͜l̶̢̝̲͔̩͛̈́̾̔͆̒̈́͠͝͝y̷̢̢͚̦͈̳̝̲̯͑͋̆̑̈́̆͒̅̾̌͒̈͜.̵̼̘͕̱̓̃”

TSC then smiled at the captain and nodded.

“T̴̻̳̼̭̼̊͐̀̔̑̅̅̈͛̏͛͝h̴̪̜͈̱͖́́̆̌̌͗͠â̶̧͈̱̖̳̺͕͐̏̆̌̐͒̕ņ̸̨͇̝̭̱͙̻̘͕̺̱͍͋͛͑̐̅̆̔̀́̏ͅk̸͙͎̻̦̘̲̃͛̈̒̓́͜ ̷͕̈́ȳ̷̬̣̱̹͉͇̅͛͒̉̽̉̚ö̵̡͔̘͋͌̐ͅǔ̴͙̭̮̯̲̝͓̟͍̪̓͒,̵̧̛̳̟͖̖͐̅̆͗́͐ ̵̡̧̺͍̦̙̞̣̫̝̣̯̤̔͂́̈́̕c̵̜̿̇̋̈́͑̅̎̒͆̎̇̚̚å̸̤̠̹͉̈́p̵̘͔̬̱̗̯̯̈́̀̏t̶̗̔̓̕ȃ̵̡̢̻̈́̄̄͝ị̶̗̯̞̼͑n̷̻̰̱̖̘̩͙̳̾̓̇̂̆̈͠.̴͖̙̟̞̯̰̩̳̱̟̯̰͓̻̏ ̷̧̺̺͍̭͙̞̣̱̖̤̥̻̈ͅ”

They then turned to Blue. “Holfrag does know where to find them. He, along his squadron, would guide us there.”

Blue then happily smiled at TSC. “Really?! Great!”

Holfrag tilted his head at Blue and gestured to her.

“S̸̛̭̤̾̓̿̇̑͒́͑̓ḩ̴̢̢̳̲̜̝̞̩̉͌̄̈́͂̆́̓̋̑͌́̾̓̊̽ͅȩ̴̡̛͈̝͈̹̳͑̉͆̆͆̈́̃͘͜ͅ ̴̛͓͗́̾͑̌͂͂̋̄̏͌͒̈́̔̾͘c̶͖̬̱̹͖̥̗̩̬̮̣̥̜͖̻̔͑ͅͅả̶̹̞ͅn̷̲̦̻̲̞̦̘͖̉̉̐̎̅̇̒̎͒̂̑͆͌̄͗̂͠ͅṅ̴̢̡͙̤̱̳̰̠̲̼̙̱̼̯̬̱͛͆̀̎̔̓́̑̈́ō̷̢̡̹̝̭̼̣͒̎͊̈́̔͑̄̇̾̌̀̒̓͠͠ţ̵̘̰͇̗̤͆̐̒͗͐̒̽̀͐̓͘ ̷̨̨̨̡̰͍̱͍̟̙͒͗̅̀̌̃̾̉͝š̷̺͓̭͉̤̺̭̫̗̲͚̓̾̇͗̒͋̐̈́̏̈́͐̀͆̏͜p̷̠͍̣͚̝͕̱̹̠̤̣̺̒̋͗͆̎̀̽͂͆͝e̷̮̤̻͆̾̑̐̄̈͝͝a̴̲̔͂̔̈̿̄̑̉̊̍̆͌̎̐̓̚͝k̷̡̝͇͎̦̠̯̰̭̜̯̘̯̀͊̌̍̍͂̚͜ ̵̨̛̬͎̤̻̱̮̳̺͌̿͌̎̃̅̍̈́̎͌͗͘͘͝͝͝Ė̶̹̠̻͉̻͉͇̻̜͓̻̥̂̈́n̵̬̖̻̹̟̗̐̉̅̀̿̀̀͑͑̾̚̚͝ḋ̴͖͎͐̿̒̾̀̈́̓͐̐̾͝ḛ̴̢̈́̈̐̊̃̅̚ŗ̵̢̱̥͖̦̬͕͖͖̮̜͎̭͉͍̍̉͆͗̽̇̀̓̑̏̒́̿͛̇̓͐ͅ ̷̧̝̬̻̰͕̝̠̤̣͎̻̮͉͌̿̿͘͘͘l̶̗̻͙̤͙̰̜̪͕̺͕͌̃̈́̀̆͑͌̕͠ą̴̯̜͖̳͕͓̥̬̗̒͑̋͛̑͜͠n̷͑͛̑͊̒̔́̐̍́̉̉́͘ͅg̸̡̠̜͖̪̠͇͍̜͚̭̥̺̻͙̝̈͝u̷͓̮͚͌͋̑͠a̵͍̙̤͗̉͊̕͠ģ̸͚͈͙̞̖̜͎̫͍̥̖̻͈̫͎̰̿e̸̠̞͌̑̓̊̾͌͊͊̌͒̓͊͆̅̕̚ͅ?̸͓͎̝̮̤̜͇͖̖̳̝̹̬͎́̽̏́͂̉̌͊̀̏̚͜”

TSC then shakes their head.

“N̵̮̠̅ȏ̵͈̳͚̔̓͗,̷̞̹̂̊́̌ ̴̬͉̀̉̍̽û̴̫̪̂̇̈ǹ̷̨̥͘͜f̸̫̖̀̓̃õ̵̘͒̋r̸̨͇̦̔ẗ̷̙̬̭̫́u̷̧̮̹̪̅͋̕n̷̤̘̣̦̏́͝a̶͎̙͎̋̉t̴̰̰͍͈̀͒͠e̸̫̲̟͑̇͗͝l̸͉̬̤̈́̎ͅy̵̬̹͌.̵̣̩̻̏͂ ̴̧̹̜̗̆S̷̺̪̙͇̉͋͂̊h̵̭͆͒̂͌e̷͙͊ ̴̺͂́î̶͙̭̜̋͜s̶͖͚̥͔̍̏̒͠n̵͎̬̮͇̅̚’̷͔̦̼̉t̵̪̤̺̋ ̶͚͇́̈́̚c̷̣̲̰͍̽̎̌a̵̝͎͑͗p̵͍͖̀͊͘a̸̧̘̯̒̒̾b̷̧̬̼̹͊̓l̸̘͖̍̈́̆̾e̴̖̙̒̂ ̷̠̰͂͗̃͌t̸͈͂ő̶̜̙͕̟ ̷͔͉̍s̸̢̜̯̜̊̆́̄p̸̞̳̪͋ͅẽ̶̬̐̋ȧ̴̩͖̞͕͌̾̈́k̶̢͌͂ ̸̊͜͠t̶̟̼̪̍͝h̵͓̠̝̝̊̀̚ḛ̸͙̫̔̋̎ ̴̜̣͂l̵̲̲̾a̶͙͔̤̻͛̈́͛n̴͎͆̊ͅͅğ̵̜̞͌̌̅ü̴̧͍̻͆͝a̸̛̮̼̱̓͌̕ǵ̴̨͠͝ĕ̴̠̒͗.̸̡͓̃̒̋ ̶̦͚͊͜I̵̖̦̯̝̅̎̀͛t̵̜̃̇̽’̷̩̖̞̤̈̕͘s̷̥̯͠ ̴̡̱͂͌̈́t̵̩̪̤͐o̶͉̺̗̞̎o̷̞̤͗̃ ̷̬̲̃̋̓̕c̸̡̩͈̣͌ŏ̵̘͊͊͜m̸̻͊̿̕p̵̢̖̩͎̿͘l̶̫͈̰̏͆͂͝ͅḯ̶͕̼͚̚͠͝c̸͎̞̯̳͂͒̂͘a̶̭̼̣͛ͅt̷̛̟̉͝ȇ̶̲̩̮̿̐͐ḑ̵̙̓̓̏̕ ̴̬̦͕̀̿͜͝f̸̰̩͑̓̈́͒ō̴̯̐͐r̴͕̃ ̶̡̉̓ẖ̵̡̞͖̊͘̕ȅ̵̱̮̦r̶͙̯͙̻̍̚͝͝.̷̨͓̭̫̌”

Holfrag nodded and gestured to the piglins, grunting out the orders.

TSC then held out a hand to Blue.

“Come on, Blue. Onward to the fortress.” They smiled at her. Blue smiled back at them.

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Part Two

Hi again.

I think the characters here are little ooc and some scenes are altered to fit the storyline.

So, obviously there will be some changes to the few scenes in the episodes.

I have to give the piglins names. (I used Barbarian name generator for the names)

Poor TSC, they cannot escape from the height jokes and the constant comparisons between them and an Enderman mob.

You can tell when he begrudgingly accepts the fact he’s similar to an Enderman and would be forever misidentified as Enderman.

(Yes, I still believe in the supremacy of TSC being taller than his friends. They’re built like an Enderman~!)

Also, I actually have the Masterpost set up to keep track of the progress of the storyline. It’s currently in the draft storage.

I wasn’t sure if I should post it up or not because I have the whole timeline of the storyline in there and the titles there might spoil the whole story I have in plan for this AU.

Should I post the Masterpost anyway? Or should I wait to get the point where the titles won’t spoil anything?

Zalgo Text translation:

W̷̥̞̙̗̍̍̾̈́̒̎̀̇̕̚͠͝a̸̢̢͓͈̞̪̳̤̫̗̮͓͉̹̎̈̅̐̅̐̚ͅs̸̨̡̨̖̟͓̺̦͔͔̼͍̲͑́͛̾̇̏̎̑̕͜ ̸̢̧̢̛̛͍͓͖̘̲̭̤̺̹͔̳̝͇̗̍̏͆̉̈̋̾͌t̸̨͈̲͚̹͍̭̗̅̾̆̋̆͂̽͆̇͂͝h̶͎̮͆̓̑̍͌̂͋̇́̔̈̈́͘͜a̸̧̧̹̤̦͖͖͓̱̤̠͍̒̽̌͐̅͑̽͌̕ț̸̫̥̼͙̽̄̈́̊͗̐͛̑͝ ̶̢̤̳̰̪̰̟͎̤̺̘̬̤̼̽̀̆̃̆̏̚̕y̶̙̜͐̍̔̆͒͐̿̎̚o̸̢̧̨̠͍̹͙̖̘̜̺̿̋̊̇̈́͐͘̚͝u̸̢̢̢͓̗̺̬͈̝͔̭̜͑̇̈̑̃͜ŗ̸̨̛̝̘͚̖̫̝̯͈͍̼̟̩̇̃͛̓͛̂̊̒͒̈̾̇͋́̇͜͝ͅ ̵̢̡̢̫̱͔̘̭̻͇̯̺̑̾͑p̴̧̢͉͓̝͕̙̼͉͓͖̎̈́̾͛̀̇̂̀͛̚͘͝͠å̶̡̤͚̮͈͕̞̼̞͍̖̲͖̏̇̄̑̎̓́͒́̑̀̅͝c̸͖̹͕̼̠͚͖͉͓̗̉̐̇̅́͐͜͝ͅk̶̖̮͎̫̱̈̒̀̀̿̍̒̋̐̍͑͆͋́̕͝?̷̨̧̦͍̰̳͍̻̳̤̠̻̍̇͐̐̋͐̋̀͊̀͘͝͝ ̵̜̩̖̬̮͔̣͉̦̐̏̑̈́̿͒͑̑̍̄̓́͆͜͝ -

Was that your pack?

W̵̻͍̞̘̗̫͖͉̫̫̗̳̳̯͇̦̃̅͛̀̐̾̊͒̿̀̑͐̿̐͛̚ờ̵̧̧̫̞̪̩̣̺̫̼̥̘͉̘̇̄̍̐̂͋͂͗̚ṇ̸̡͚̙̓̇́̏͑̐̆̅̂̈́́͑͐̋̾̚ḋ̷̛̘̣̥͔̘̥́��̡̮͎̮̯̗͇͜͜ͅȩ̵̧͖̱̦̯̜͎̪̪̬̙̼͍̞͐̌̈́͗͆̔̿̆̒͗̑̀̀r̶̢͕̘̪̳͔͙͕͓̼̮͓̦̆͛̃͋͂͐̒̊͘f̶̡͙͔̟̜̥͚̏͗̒̾̑̕͜͜u̸͙͕̻̥̼̣̟̼̱̥̾̑̊̆͝ͅl̵̘̤̘͙̞̻̈́̑͝.̸̝̻̱͇̰͖̼̯͕͎̖̦̀̊ ̵̡̜͍̤̮̬̰̤̪̉͛͗͂͑̾̉͂̉̋̈́͊̔̚͝͝M̴̧̘͋̀̀̍̀͘͝i̵̭͍̿̈́͐͆̄̀͒̽n̶̛̻̜͓̤͈͙͓̗̗̩̤̰̲̝̔̇̽͊̀͆̊d̴͙̦̘͍̟͕͍̬͝ ̷̛̼̠̪͉̹͉͕̱͖́̀̽͂̾͊̇͗̅́̈́̌͘͜ī̵̡̘͕̱̩̺͖̞̜̋̽̅̇̐̆͌̊̄̓̏̌̇͛ṇ̴̗̬̙̠̣̩̳̰͕̮̣̘́̾̐͘ͅẗ̵͈̖͙͓͕̞͇͇͈͈̗̭̫̟͓̀͂͋͑͐͆̆̾͌̒̅̕͠ͅr̶̨̨̧̥̻̹̭͈̳̘͎̮̹̋̉̂̉̾̐̄͜ͅͅo̴͙͈̟̞̟͖̣͇̙̖̟͕̜̝͖̎͜ͅḑ̷̨̧̛̛̘̰̤̗͚̖̮̤͛͋͂̊͒̊̔̎͊̀͛̕͘͝u̸̡̡̎̂̀̈́́̌̄͌͗̅͊̊̒͋́͌̚c̶̡̛͎̙̜̗̗̖̬̊̈́̀̉̓̈̐̊́͘͝i̸̯̩̪͂n̴͔̯͉̠͓̦͕̒g̷̨̪͕̘̘̻̳̘̟̥̮̮͚͈̻͉͆̎̂͆͌ͅ ̵̛͉̝̻̙̬͚̖̮͚̣̘̞̃́̈́̽̄̈͂̅̿͊͊͆͒̃͝y̴̡̢̭͖̰̫̰̼͗͛̄̐́̊́̏̔͋̂̈́̔̽͠͝ó̷͎͍̥̩̗̗͖͕̭͇̖̉̈̋̏̑̈́́̎̐͋͘ų̸̡̨̱̫̩̱̥̙͕͍̈́͒̀̆̒̈́̅͋͐͗̈̄̈́̎̚͘͘r̵̛͓̝͉̎̅̎̿͆̄̓͠ͅ ̴̲͕̖̰͇͖̟͉̌̊͐͠p̶̧̢͔̙̬̫͕̭̲̤͇̙̌̐̀̃̕͠a̶͍̻̣̲̣̖̲̤̦̤͉͈̓͜c̶̨̧̜͔̟̥̥̠̖͕̦̟͈̃͋́̒̓̓̀̌͐̌̚̕͝͝ͅķ̶͕͉͙̕ ̸̡̨̨̙͙̙̊̌̾̀̐̈̈͘͠͝͠͠t̶̢͈͈̞̣̗̦͍̍͗̂͒̒̒͋̄̐̿́̂̿͑͘͜ǫ̸̥̗̜̠̕͜ͅ ̴̨̧̧͔̰̖̠̮̥̫͇̬̞̻͕̯̦̎̏͒͗̊͆̍̓͒̍͝ú̶̮̤̞̲̤͖͔̼̗̪̓̄̔̀͗̃̉̏̏͘̚͝͝͝͝ś̴͇̺̘͚͉̤̤̣͔͙̩̏̉͋͌͋͌̂̆͛́?̵̢̡̻̼͇͕̻̱͓̩̙̤̝̮̈́̾͝ͅ -

Wonderful. Mind introducing your pack to us?

Ḯ̷̟̙̗̼̒͗͘’̷̯͒͑̐̉̅̍m̵̼̺̼̊̃̎ ̸̼͉̼͖̖̟́͆͛̐̇͠s̸̡̙̺̥̟̱̑͋̾͛̂ǫ̴̯̰̌̄̍̃͊r̵̛̰̣̩̓̄́̇r̴̪̟̩̄̾͗͠ý̴̧̮̓́͐̐.̵̓̏̈́̾́̚ͅ ̵̥̗͍̳̔̈Î̸̡̘̺̅̈ ̶̥͍̏̀͒͛̂̚f̵̰͔̈́̇̿̍̃͜ò̶͔̭̈́͝r̴͓͛͜ġ̸̮͚̰̪e̴͔͇̘̬̖̼̿t̷̛̗̳̫̟̗̖̎ ̴̨̣̝̝̋̎̔t̵̰̭̤́h̸̫̾͆ą̷̞̙̒̄̔̈́̃͝t̷͓̭͚̻̿͛̿̌̈́͝ ̴̬̬͈̑t̸͈̹̾̆͋̄͌͠h̶̀̂ͅě̸̗̣͚̪ỳ̷̖̍̏̀ ̸͔̙̞͍̯́̈̆͜ą̸̛̠̩̗̟̹̀͗͠͝r̶͖͕̓͊̏̐́e̵̦̪͙͔͛ ̴̥̫̗̜͎͍̐̋̍h̸̫̖̜̱͓͉̉̃̀̏̚͝ó̸̢̮̙͉̮s̵͎̰̘̭̰̔͗͘̕ţ̸̺͓̹͙͂͋̍̀ḯ̸̳̃͂́́̐l̶͇̊̓̇͆͐͋ͅe̸̖̟̳̻͌́̍̅̚͜ ̸̤͆̎̕͝ṭ̴̿͝ǒ̷̢̡̼͕̼̭̓̆͠ ̸͍̫̰̕͝ţ̶̣̱͛ͅͅh̸͔͓̭͕̭̯̓̊́͑̀̇ę̷̌̄͒ ̸̬̞͔͑͌́p̷̓̀ͅé̵̲͉͆̀̍̋̚ọ̷̝̻̹͔̹́̈́̏p̶̺̤͖̀ľ̶̡̹͛̈͠ẹ̶͍̣̦́͒̀ ̷̬͚͚͖̏̀̒̍̕͠w̴̨̞̟̺͎̼̌͆͠h̸͇̾́̎̈́͒͘o̷̘̮͎͒ͅ ̷̞̫̬̰͈̎̃̿ḓ̶̛̮̖̳͉͋̕͠ǒ̴̟̭͓̬͛́̄̃͘n̶̙͖̂́’̶̠̮̇̓̉̈̕̕t̵̙͙̖̳͍̭̒͂͋̆͠͠ ̵̦͙̉̊w̷̼͉̞̮̝͛̎e̸̫̤͇̥̓ȃ̷̗̝̞̉̌̊̅̓ŗ̷͍̰͖͙́̍̓͝ͅ ̸͍̼̱̹͇̞̀́̆̒̀̃ģ̵̱̭̝̼͑͛͂o̵̫͆̈͐͛̕͝l̸̠̎͑̃̋͝͠ḋ̵̞͙͇̋͂̕̚e̴̛̘̤̘̟̲͔̽̈́́n̷̨̧̨͇̮̮̈́́̅ ̴̢̡̳̲̈́̋̿͐a̷͈͋̄̔̓̕r̸͈̺͔̫̟̜̀̆ḿ̶̲̒̀̇̋͒o̴̡̨̨̟̝̩͛͆̈́́̒́ȓ̷̳͎̞̚.̶̖͎̪̍͋̃͗̾

I’m sorry, I forget that they are hostile to the people who don’t wear golden armor.

I̶̱̯͛͐t̴͕͇̪̹͉̟̎̎̋͂̚͝’̴̗̲͇̮͖̦̈́́š̷̮̥̙̂̽͒͊̓ ̴̪̬͕̱͒̿͂̅̉̽a̴̟̟͆͗l̷͖̻̉͌̿̂͂̇r̶̖͉͕̓͋̾͛̉̀i̸̡̡̞͇̙͈̓̊g̸̰͠h̴͇̗̞͉͒͒̒͝ṫ̸̹̈́͆,̶̡̺͇̜̍͠ͅ ̵̛̬̈̎̈l̸̻̰̖͙͖̄̈́̈́͑͘į̴̩̹̭̞͒͌ẗ̴̡̟͝t̷͔̖̮͂l̵̠̦̲̫̖̃͊̆̿͜e̷͕̊̚ ̴̧̤͍̩̳̔́̌̓o̷̢̞͕͐͂̓͊̅ͅn̶̤̐ͅe̶͓̿̿̋̀.̸͉̬̠͕̻̇̊̀ ̸̳̆̓́̽̊̅͜I̵͕͋t̴̛̩̯̳̝̫͉͠’̴͚̹̺̀̈́̋͒̄̇͜ŝ̸̗͗͊̚ ̷͍̇̀̕ͅn̶̛̹̹̞̒̇̈͊͠o̵͍̩̞̓̈́t̸͍̠͔͔͉̿̌̃̉͛͜͝ ̶̡͖̣̚y̵̲͙̮̻͒͛̾̋̚ȯ̴̝͉͓͎̤̤̾ủ̸̟͕̣̮̥ŗ̴̏̕ ̸̮̯̱͙̈́͗͑̚͝͝ͅf̵̩̪̗̞͊͌͌ä̵̰́u̸̱̿͊͛͆͘͜͜l̷̢͇͈̬̮̺͗̓̓̓͘t̵̤̻͓͉̳̩̊̋͛̕.̵̡̻̹̩͆̉̉̎̃ -

It’s alright, little one. It’s not your fault.

Ṡ̴̡̡͔̹̺͍̹̗͓̼̮̟̉̔͛̆̚͝a̶̢̫̦̪͇͉͙̩̯͈̮̩͂̔͆̊̅́̇̉ỵ̶͐̌͑͒͗͛̓̋͛,̶̢̣̟͚̳͈̠̙̪͇͚̦̟̪̊̆̅̆̐̃͌͂̑̋̾̏̈͊͜ ̶͈͓̪̝̝̰͆̅̌͗̏̓̄̐̊͝ẉ̴̜̬͂̿͐̕o̸̻̼̞̘̎̌̍̾̎̀͌̎̍̄n̶̼̱̰͕̤̞͙̹͚̰̙͓̯̝̔̅͂̍̀̔̃̚͝’̶͍̲̩͕̯͔̓͋̐̇͋̚̕͠t̸͓̞̻̲͉̥̭̙̳̣̜̭̒̿͂̈̓̈́̃̉̓ ̴̞̱͋̇͂̐̍͆̀ỳ̶̺̤̠̙͖͓͖̻͖̭̜̗̃͑͒̾͘o̸̡͚̜̪̬͇̺̗͂̑͊̅̎̈́͑̈́͗̽̆͐̋̚͝͝u̷̡̨̡̼̪̮̯͓̺̬̬̳͖̥̘͔͚̾͝͝ ̴̫̽́̐̾̿͆̿ḧ̵̨̺͖͇̼̽̈̄á̴̦̗̙̮̹̠̼͎̠̺̤͙͓̣̮͓͌̔̌̏̀͝p̷̡̞̹̥͔̪̼͎̱̮̏̅̈́͌̀͛̊͗̚ͅp̶̲̖̳͓̣͎̗̗̹̩̼̗̗͚͚̙̤̀̽e̶͉̩͔͚̻̽̈̂n̵̥̞͎̼̗̳̰̗̙͓͎̼͉̞̬͎̈́̊̒̑̓̾̽̌̂͂͜͝ ̸̨̫̥̥̒͗̑̑̆͝ṱ̵͙͖͈͚̤͉͋ợ̵̢̧̢͙̳͍̳͖́͂͒͋̚̚͝ ̴̭͎͍̣̌̄̋͛͋͒̈́̉̀̋͛̈͐̕̚ͅh̵̨̩̫̥̰͕̩̻̘̻̰͔͋̄a̶̢͎͎̜͉̘̩̝̭̘͎̺̙̟̱̗͊̍͊̏̊͋̔̄̍̒̇͘͘͘͝ͅv̸̡̩̮̞͇̗̪̿̌́̈́̈́̿̓̈́̑̕͘̕͝͝ĕ̴̺͈̟̅̈́͒ ̶̢͍̞͕̰̣̖̹͕̪̈̔̌̉̏̋͒̍̏̀̓̇̓̈̇͜͠͠a̷̟̙͍̜̳̺̘̤̦̲͓̲̩̮̮͙̹̽̈́́̅̎͛̈́̐̉̈͝͝͝n̸̛̛̹̙̑̀̀̀́̈́̾̑͠y̵̨̧̨̦̞̹̣͓̖̺̭̠͖͇͊̓̽̈́̐̿̈̈́ g̷̛̘͖̽̄͛́͑̊́̆͑̀̐ṓ̷̰̯͇̞͎̥̿͒͌̀͆̽̈́́͂͝ͅĺ̸̺͈̦̪̠͍̺͙͔͚̟͌͗͒̽̿̒̾̈͑͛̊̏̍̂͘d̴̤̊̆̄͑́́͛̽̈́̐̏ḙ̴̡̛̻̭͕̹̘͈͂n̸̼̙̜͎͎̘̑̿ͅ ̴̬̰̬̘̼͔͉̫͈͖̻͎̟̭͇̫̱̂̈̀̏̔̔͂̓͑̒ą̷͈͇͖͈̋̆̈́̀̍̀̿̾̓̃̀̈́̈̚̕͘͝r̵̨̘̖̲̙͇͔͈͍̲̊͑́͋̏̍̀ͅm̷̡͇̗̬̻̬̬̬̲̲̅̔̿̈́́͒̆̆̑͋̑̍̈̎̾̚ơ̴̞̌̓͗̈́̃̎̒͝r̶̛̯͍̂̎̇̈́́́̅̿̆͝ ̶̛̣̖̜̙̙͇̠̯̰̗̝̞̥͌̀͂͜͜͠ͅp̸̬͈͙̯̣̘̲͌̍̔͛̏̓̚͠i̷̮̔͊͊́̈́̓̏͊͛̍͂͛̓̕̕͝é̷̡̨̢͉̩̤̹̺̜̘̪̤̗̏̋̎́͛̀̀̐͐͋̏̈́̏̎͘͝ç̴̧̹̦̘̯̭̯̦̣̳̩̈́̂̾͗͋̉̀͠e̷̛̹̫͔̯͓̲̬̦͚͕͉̤̲̺̩͛̋̋̇̋s̴̢̬̬̫͓͎̠̙̘̬̝͔̓͒̈́̓̊̃̑̂̿͜͜ ̷̭͙͍̘̇̈́͊̓̓͗̃̐w̶̡̠͖̺̯͖̯͚̘̭̻͙̪̩͔̾̋͌̈́̃͆̂̉̔̍̄̒̈́͠ḯ̴̡̻͔͖̻͉̖͇̮̲̻̣̤̘̬́̾̈̂̈́͆̕͝t̵̪̦̱͍͈̘̫͈̿̏̇̌͑͛̑̅̋́̈́̈́̚͘͜͜h̶͚͖̗̯̦͚̓̉̉͛̎̿̄̈́̆̉̉̈́̋̍͘͜͠ ̸̪̦͎̫͕́̑́̃͆̾̊͛̉̃̍̈́̀͋̔͘̕y̴̯̠̞̥̥̠̻̖͇͈͉̍͊̏̌̍̃͜o̷̡̼̖͔͙̟̦͇̯͙̩͔̱̪̒̉̉͒̈́̋̊̓͊̄͛̈́͒͝͠͝u̴̧̠͎̦̩̗͉̤͔̖̤͎͛̌͊̄̓̐̃̌́͛͗̇̓̇̚͝͝ͅ?̶̦͔͒̒̚

Say, won’t you happen to have any golden armor pieces with you?

D̸͔̞̪̔͋́͊͘͝ō̵̝͙̘͆̆͂̔̒͘͘̚n̵̻͕̓͛͗͗̈͛̒͑̔̓̿̾̐̚̕͘͝ͅ’̸̡͙̩͎͚̼̫͇̫̦̞̾̌̃̋̈́̇͝t̴̛͙͋͌̐͌͌͐͂̃̓͗̄͠ ̵̧̛̖̞̖̱̯̖̯̞̘̰̭̠̲̯̙͂̃̉̑̈̂̊̒̕̕̚ẅ̴̡̟͉̣̜̰̼́̎̅̂̓̋́́̋̊̈͗̇̕͘ơ̷̡̼̞̞͙̤̼̻̠̱͇̹̯͓̰͚̂̍́͌͒̅̉̓̋̔̕͝r̸̜̙͙͖͛̓́r̶̜͇͓̰̫̩̠͙͙̪͍̱͐̄́͋̃̇͒̈́͋́̾́̃̕͝y̸̨͉̙̠̰͕̣̹̮̤̙̤̹̮͐́͂,̶̻̙̬̠̲͒͆̎̽̋̚͠ ̵̛͈̼̠͓͈̱͓̥͍͖̮̣͇͖̃̓̆ş̵̛͎̠̰̖͙̯̘͍̙̯̻̩͚̂̈́̓͊̀͛́̃̃́̕̕͠͝͝h̸̯͎̯͉̺̣̰̖́͗̾͋̾͒̀̌̾̒̌̑̓̚͜e̸͖̳͚̲͚̘̯̭̟͙͈͓͕̣̮͗̈́͐̇͋̔͛̍͜͠͠ͅ ̶̬̹̽̓̒̋͊̋̔̐͂͝i̵̧̥͖͍̣͓̯̳͚̪͙̖͚͈̬͈͊̿͊̌͋̓̍̍̔̂͑̚͜s̶̡̬̞̫̤̠͇̦̪͚̤̩̭̽̊̏̈́͑̊͋́͆̈́͜ ̷͙͇̹̦̪͚̬̈́̌́͂ͅv̷̧̯͚̣̫͒̕ȇ̵̢̨͔̖̖̼̣̰̤̲͖̌͋͝r̴̢̨̦͓̭͓̟̝͇̈́̎̐͗̕ỷ̷̪̥̠̻̹͍̳̬͕̓͑̈́̋̑͒̾̎́͘͜͜ ̷̡̧̛̯̮̳̠̪͇̜̣̜́͜ẅ̸̧̛͖͖͚͇̯͖̎̌̓̓̇̓̋̃ȯ̵̠̲̞̼͔̹͕͒̊̐͘ͅṙ̸̡̨̛̝̠̮̖͚̂̒͘̕͜͜͝ȑ̶̳̮i̶͔̇̓̓̂̈̈́̔̍̓́͜ḙ̶̹̘̱͉̬̱̖͓̖͓͉̘̿̄̏ͅd̸̢͕̳̩̮͍̾̽̎̿̓͒̽̾͒̂̀̄̈́͘͝ ̴̨̖͔̺͎̳̥̜̥̯͓̺͓͐̓̐̈́̄̀̈́́͛̋͑͠͠t̸̢̡̛͚͉̱̙̯͙͈͇̳̗̦̯̰͂̋͋̓͑ͅh̵̨̳̫̦͕͗̽̿̄͊̍́̆̋̽̌́͐̂̓͊͝ȁ̷̡͚̀̅t̴͕͕̖̙̩̫͍̭͔̣̫̎̄́̾͆͜ ̷̨̡̩͎̘͍͚̘̱̉̏͊͊͊̀͌͘͝i̷̢̥͙͎͙̍͆͝ẗ̸̹̮̗̞͚̞͚̭́ ̵̨̧̧̨̥͉̠̰̘̺͓͔͎͇̳̙͐̒͊͐̀͛̿͆̂̍w̴̡̗̦̖̙̪̱̒̀͆͌o̶̢͕̞̩͓͚͂͋́̌̂̅̎͝ͅň̴̨̪̟̮̫̥̆̈͑̽̆͒̓̿͛̕͠’̶̲̖̀t̵̛͔̗̰͉̩̲̭͚̟̍́̊̆̄ ̴̢̛̠̦̅̓̆̂w̷̠̭͇̗̭͓͙̾̂́̔̉͑̇͂̓̇͝o̸̱̩͓̗̲̺͂̂̂̍̃̃͗̈́̅͘r̶̢̡̧̧̮̩̖̘̳̞̟̞͊̎̇k̷̛̼̇̀̍̄͝.̷̟̮̜̞̟̝̺̩̘̖͖̦͉̓̈́̐̆͐͑̿͠͝

Don’t worry, she is very worried that it won’t work.

D̷̞͓͖͍̠͔̼̓̑̈́̉͛̒̔̊͑͆̒̾̎͘͘̚͠ͅį̸̢̛̛̗͇̦̻͇̗̓͊͆̇͛͊͐̆̈́̐͛̆̕͝͝d̷̢̨̮̙̠͔̜̺̼̈́́̃͂̈́̕ ̵̧̡̛̛̹̦̰͚̼̬̟̩̫̹͕̖͔͋͂͒̓͘͝w̵̡̛͎̗͔̹̖̯̗̜̋e̷̬̠̜̤͔̩̲̤͈͍̼̦̭͌͆͒̐͊ͅ ̷̧̦͕͔̠̘̝̫̻̝̤͌͜n̴̢̨̥̝͎͕̟̪̜̺̫̊͂́̂̿̎̂͗̓̈́͐͠e̶̫͚̣͗̄̈́̄̔̏̒͊͐̇̊͌̌͆v̴͓̤̞͇̓̆̉͊ȩ̶̝̫̻̣̠͇̦̤̻̋r̷̘̦͎͙̉̅̔̀̕ ̷̢̭̯̂̒̈́͌͆̓͐͆͆͆͗͗̍́̚͝͠a̶̡̼̝̗͍͈̮͕̘̩̣̬̰̹͑́̔̒͑́͒́͝s̴̢͉̼̝͉̫̟̲͙̭͖͖̹̲͝k̴̳̝̲̹͕̘̀̾̾́͋̏̍̎́͛̓̐̀̈̕͘ ̵̦̼͕͔́͋̓̿̅̊͋̾̄̈́̈́͝ͅÿ̵̧̡̨̯̟̻̻̭̺̪̯̰̟̲́͒̓̎͛̄̆͒̌ȯ̵̜͇͎̜̗̬̦͌̅͌̉́̈́̌̄͗̆̾͑̋͝͠͝ű̸̡̯̩̝͖̳̯̗̹̲̱̔̇͌̾ ̷̛͔̥̣̬̝̭̲̙̥̩̀͛̂̓́̃̓̈́͋f̴̨̧̧̠̩̖̯̭̟̱͓͐̿͒̐͆̊̐́̈̇̈̌̃̚͠ô̴̢̖̠̩͖̎̈́̽̑̓̌̑̏͐́͐̓̇̕͘̕ͅr̵̨̯̺̥̘͉̫̣̪̝͓̜͈̦̣̲͗̌̂̋͆̐͜ ̵̧̢͓̙̳̼̹͓̲̫̮̹͐͑̉̒̀̋̓̏̃̐͑͜͝͠y̶̨̩̫̫̦͙̠̬̼̟̹̰̗̦̘̩͍̆̏ŏ̸̠̙̹̼̩̜̈̔͘u̴̢̫̰͓͚̞̦͕͐̊̑̍̊̈͜͝r̵̡̭̜̼̈́͆͋͊̈́̃̉͛̂́̒ͅ ̵͔̫̪͖͔̩͕̫̫̿̃̇͆͊̊͛͐̕ͅn̷̺̗̙̬̪̖̬̫̞̳̟͑̈́̑̾͊̅͌̒̿͋̉̈́̎̀͆͘̚a̴͔̒̈́͊̐͛̈́͊̋̇͝͠m̷̧̪̫̺̖̼̣̖͖̩̎̇̈́́̓̀̈́͋̿́̈́̈́̕͠ȩ̴͓̟̰͈̗̜̗̺̜͈̝͓͚̙̓͝ͅ?̶͎̹̭̙̬̈́̄̾̈́͗̀́̈̈́͌̚ͅ ̵͓̹̻̏̚I̸̟͛͐͂͆̓f̸̱͚͇͉͍͈̍̈́̇́̽͆́͋̏̄̑̿͆͘̕ ̵̡̡͚̣̣̪̬͇̬͉̺̠̳̮̅̓͘̕y̶̨̩̙̺̼̮͚̝̌̔ơ̷̧̢͇̦̮̝̭͙͈̗͚̳̏̊͗̎ų̷͇̯̞̞̼̰͈̬͔̗͕̂́̿͑̈́̌̅̊̒̊̏̇̆́̕͠͝ ̷̡̢̛̺̭̼̝͕̩̜̹̥̪̩͖̓͋͗̈́͒͛̄͜h̷͔̙̥̑̇̐͆͂̂̌͋̆̋̅̉ạ̴̘͓͎̱̠̙̝̣̺͇̗͔̈́͗͆̌̓͛̀͐͋́͐̀̓̚͜͠͝v̴̧̡̢̨̻̠͔̹̙̰̺̖̭͈̰̠̐͂̽̍͒e̸̗̪̥͉̮̣̬̠͍̳͕̽͜͜ ̵̢̨̡̙̬̝͇͓̭̪̞̟̒̀̏̿̍̇̇̎̀̆̈́̉̕͠ã̵̛̛̜̩̜̩̹̩̗̈́͑̈́̇̓̀̍̾̍̍͜͠͝͠ͅ ̴̢͇̱͙͎̫̲͓̰͗̋̉͒͊̄̇̀̚ͅņ̷̤͎̬̙̜̰͈̘͚͎̞̟͓͙̬͊͛̉͘a̷̯̱̠̻̠̞̺̱͆̈́͛̍̉̿̈̔͘ͅm̶̛͓͇͓̟̘̝͗̈́̈́̊͊͐̾̒̊͌̃̅́́͜͝ḙ̶̈́̈̓̀͐̆̈̀̅̈́̀̈́̉̒̇͠?̵̜̹̼̍̾̅͒͝

Did we never ask you for your name? If you have a name?

O̶̟̅̀̇̾̽̇h̷̗̞͚̱̳̙͉̭͉̦̭͕̹̖́̒̿̒̆̽̑͐̉͠!̸̨̞̞͖̫̭͈͇͈͓͒̔̔́̈́͊̓̈̂̈́̔͛̕͘̕͠ ̶̹͇̈̎͛͒̈́͛̀̅̋̂̏͗̀̚͠͠͝M̶̙̠̃̑̀̈́̓̔̏͑̿̐͘̚y̴̨͉̜̜̯̗̬̼̜̬̯̙͙̦̖̪͋ ̴̛̭̣͌̔̏́̋̓̽͂̽̚̚͝͝͝ͅn̵̨̛̻̦͇̫̝̗̫̈̀̆̈̑́̎̽̕a̸̗̘͈̤̍͗̚m̷̨͍͕͎̟͍͚͚̝̲̜̂̋̓̾̃͆͑͑͑̈́̇͛͜͝ė̴͇̳̲͊̓̋͑̚̚ ̵̧̨̲̰̪̱͉̺͆̌͌͆͗̽̓̑̀̋̑͂̅͘͠͝ǐ̴̧̞͓͚̘͔͔̯̬̰̌͒̐̀̌̔̃̽̐s̸͎͇̰̞̋̏̆̀̒͒̓ͅ ̷̢̡̦͙̺̭͎͙͔̥̙͖͗̄͂̃̑̀͒́̿̎̿͊͒͆ͅŖ̵̨͈̥͖̥̤̗̣̘̤͙͂̉́̔̒̈́h̷͖̱̙͓̙̲́̈́̀̐͌̈̈́̋̀̅̆̚͝͠ǫ̸̲̱̘͕̰͌̀̇̃͂̓̑̋̈́̈́̿̾̃́̓́̚n̸̡̧̰̯̞̗̫̣͍̝͚̥͔͍͚͆͒̎̄!̶̗͙͈͎̞͎̣̲͔͈̥̭̫̥͒́͜͝͠ͅ -

Oh! My name is Rhon!

Y̴̧̛̭͕̙̹̗̲͉͔̥̣̣͕̲̰̤̌͐̉̊̆͑̈́̀̍̑̎̍̇͝͠ơ̸̢̡̰̖̺͚͙͙͖̤̝̝͔̾̉̀̐̂̿u̴̫͚͈̗͔͉̦̤̩̠̲̔̆͛̃̈́̄̿͒̋͘ͅ ̴̢̡͎̮̱͚͕͙̰͚̞͉̐̉̇̒̎̆̈́h̷̛̲̬̖̙͔̭́̆̈̋͂̉̑̅̊̈́̎͋̕̕̕͠à̴̧̨̨̭̜̮̱͉͔̤̲̥̙͔͔̻͇̉̂̐̒̓̇̈́͒v̴̧̛̳̣̼͔̹͖͇̠̼̞̜́̿͂̈́͒̌͜͜e̷̡̛͈̫̘̞̻̯͎̓̀̈̍̒̏̆̕̚ ̵̩̰̩̭̹͓̫̤͔͇̞̙̦̦̫͐̀̂͐̇̒͗͌̉͜͝ā̴̞̻̼̭̹̯̙̮͔͋̿͗̉̊͐̃͋̀͂̀͜͝ ̴̛̜͆́̂̏̕ͅn̶̨̡̩͍̙̳͔̠̖̭͙̬̳͈̙̠͐̊̾ͅḯ̸̢͙̜̰̮̯͐͌̾̍̓̕͝c̶̨̢͕͖͕̗̣̲͕̗͈̗̖̺̪͉͈̐̃͋̀̇̉́̉ę̸̢̹̩̬͍͓͕̝̖̩͚̱͔̬̼͙̓̉̀̍̽̍̂̿̋̉̏̃̚͠ ̵͚̫͇̗̮̜͎̝̠̓̈́̂̂̅͆̃͘͘͜n̵̮̅͌̎̈a̶̧͔̣̻̣͍̞͕͊̀̽̑̊̚͜m̴͇̠̦̖̫̯̘̩͇̀͛̊͑̓̌̈́͒̅͌̇͝͝ͅͅȩ̷̜̝͓̕͝.̵̲̑̽̋̑̽̄͝͝ ̴̥͇͚͋̀͂Ǐ̸̝̯̳̃̑̈́̊͐̇̈͂̀͑͂͝ͅ’̴̨̨̡̗͇͚̪̫̻̯̙̥͚̑͛͐͂̈̊̀̿̉͛̓̆̇̐̈͜͝͝m̶̧͇͔̜̰̮̻̠͙͕̞̞̭̱͓̭̈́̽́ͅ ̶̲̺̅͆̑͑̍̀́͊̈̍́͋̈́̕͝T̸̯͕͙̠̰͋̓̔̕h̶͉̃͝è̸̳͕̟̭͈̰́̂̓̐̋̎̇̕͝ ̸̛̪̂͐͋͗̑͌͂͌́͊̕͠͝Š̶̨͉̭͕̟̫̺̥̘͇̗͛̀͆̆͑̊̊̀͌͂͠͝e̶̩̦̟̭̩̖͉̞͎̘͇̞̻̠̗̞͘c̵̢̪̭̫̦͙̻̥̳͍͇̹̝̟͖̍̾̑̐́̈́́̽̑̈́͒̕ǫ̸̛̹̯̣̗͆̈́̄͑̔̓̀ͅn̸̢̧̳̹̥̠̺̣̣̰͕̭̩̮̮̞̣̿̀͠͠ḑ̴̧̢̛̳̠͕̘̯̝̦̥̃͂͂͑̈́̆͝͝ ̸͚̱̗͚́̊͑̑̿̆̑͝Ç̶̯̉̈̈́̒͌̀̔̓́͐͋͘͝ͅo̴̧̡̡̝͈͕͖̗̠̝̞̫̯̐͗̀̏̍ͅͅm̸̧͔̣̬̈́ī̸̡̢̪̩̮̣̥̘͇͎̩̣̱͍͕͔͙̒̽͛̓̀̐͑̈̾̆n̴̬̼͈̦̯̭̱̱̻̱̪͉̤̏͐̂̐̆͌́̿̃̆̊́̇̔̚͝ͅǵ̶̢̬͇̩̙̜̻̓̿̊̈́̎͑͗̈̈́ͅ.̸̧͙̞͉̗̯̲̼͉̼͕̬̳̠̥̙̲̄̐͂̓̀̊̓͆̕͝͠ ̷̛̻̭̺̯͆̊̓͆̓͋͊͌̆̒̈́̄̅̕͝Ÿ̴̨̢̮̹͙̮̦̝̩̝̭͕͕͔́́̄͆̿̑̊̈́́̐̈́̊͑o̶̧͓̥̹̠̰̗̬̘͑̓͗̌͑̀͋̃̂̈́́͌́̈̾̕͠u̶̧̢̢͍͎͓̔̃̈́̂͆̆̕͠͝ ̴͔̱͍͎̱͖̤͈̦̹͈̖͕̲̳̣̑̊ͅc̷̢̺̝̦̗͆̀̌̊̐͆̓̀̾̀͒́̾̅͠ͅa̷̭̫̜̣̼̍̍̇́͂̅n̶͕̼̻͔̬̝͍͇̲͚͓̖̻̫̜̠̤̓͑͋͗͘͝ ̵̛̠͙͚̞͗̈́̍̆̔̇͘̕̚̚͜c̴̡̨̞͓͕̬̥̤̺̣͔̗̼̲̬̓̈́̄̀̌̈́̓̑͝͝͝ă̸̪͔͓̮̭̇͋̓̾̅́̊͑̋̂́̉̔̀̕̚ļ̴͕͇̣̬̙͍͙͙͕͓̍ļ̵̻̤̘͈̥̟̥͕͍̞͈̻́̆͊͐͒̿̾͗̀͗͂̚̚͝͠ ̵̫̹͚̠̪̭̣̼͂͋̆͋̑̀̓̅̅̍͛͛̄͘m̵̡̞͙̦̠̦͕̞͔̮̈́͆̀̌͂̽́̑̈́̀̉̉̒͘͜ͅe̷̜͖͖͗̏̔̉́ ̴͍̀̂̆̇̊̐̓͘S̵̛̝͓̗̰̦̰̆̐̃̀͒͌͆̆ȩ̸̻͋c̴͖̖͔̫͂̑͂̇̓́́͌̌͜ö̸͍͍̜́̆̌̆̄̈̈́̊̎͗͜n̸̪̼̦̺̤̭̥̗̬̺̪̠̻͒̈́̈͗͗̎̈́́̈́̓̈́͒̅͋̋̐ͅͅḑ̶̪͇̣̤̑̌͒̈͊͐.̶̡̹̩̝͠

You have a nice name. I’m The Second Coming. You can call me Second.

Ä̷̟́̄̐̍͂͒͗̓͒͜͠r̶̰̘͌̌̃ȩ̶̡̙͕̲͍̲̙̬̺͓͓͇͙͗ͅ ̶͖͉̽̊͐͠y̴̢̳̥̺͙̼̹͊̿̀̓́̚o̶̡̰͈̤̗̾̀̉͆̇̀̿̃̍̍̕̚͜͝u̴̙͚̎͑͌͂̐̍̀̽́̒͌̈̕ ̶̨̬͖͍̩̲̜͙̎̿ş̸̢͓͈̙̻̠̞̱̫̥̅́͋̇̏̅̔͗̀̂̕͜͝u̸̞̠͌͌̕̕͜p̵̻̫̘̥̝͎͔̈́̃͝p̴͕̣͚̯̃̿̓͆̅̈̑̽̀ō̴̟̤̠̩̣̳̮̯͕͈͙͚͕̙̼̘̓̌͌̌͝š̴̡̡̯̻͇̭̥̼͇̲̠̪̻͓̥̈́́̽͛͐͆͠͝e̷͎̟̤̩̹̒̏͑̎̂̚ḋ̴̛̥̬́͑̐̓̈́̓̔͗̚̕͝͠ ̶̖͍͙̜͎̠͙̜͙͎̠̝͙̥͙̰͎̎̈́̒̿͐́̈́̑̃̇̆́t̷̩͚͓̻̜͔̼̮̓͋̆͆̆̈́̅̎͌͊ͅǫ̸̛̥̮̰̲͖̦̩̠͎͐͊̅̇̌̒̎̓́͂͝ ̴̟͙̱͖̺̹̝̼̽̊͜ͅb̴̢̟̠͈͓̪̬̫̟̥̉̔́̀̎e̴͖̎͑̍̓̍̊̃͗͐͋͐͌̇͠ ̴̡̧̘̻̱̝̪͉̈́̇̔͆̈́͗̑͌̆͛̑̀̚̕a̷̧̨̛̠̻̙͕̰͎͚͔̿́̑̏̿̑̿̄̎̚n̴̡͓̥͖̊̓̿̎̓̇̐̾̓̕͝͠͝͝ ̷͕̘̔͒̔͗̍̽̑̿́̏̓̕͠͠͠E̴͙̮̞̫̠͕̝̖̙̻͓̱̠̒̌̇͊̏̓̍͑̏̔̈́̂͘̚͜͝ņ̸̞̞̦̩̥̩̦͍̘̊̌͒̈́͂̑̈́̑̂̑͐̀́͝͝d̷̨̦̰̳͖̜̺̠̘͚̤̟͓̊̉̓e̷̢̟̪̦̪̥͙̰̙͎̺̪̱̱͚̿̃̾̆̇̔͘̕r̵̡̛͉͙̻̹͓̟͍̮̮̝̹͌̌͂́̃͐̋̔m̶̛͍͙̝͙̞͎̭̤̳͉̣͕͚̗͈͙͚̈̀̄̏̒̊͊͗͆͂͋͂̎̊̍a̴̧̰̩͓̣̺̯̤͔͉̺̫̽̒͒͑̋̚̚n̴̡͈̙͔̝̘̘̙͑̃̐͒̒̉?̷̨̗̳̪͚̻̱͓̼͚͖̓̉́̈̾̃͂̽̎̕͜ -

Are you supposed to be an Enderman?

… ̴̧̢̰̣̱̫̻̦̞̙̏̉͐̑̀͝͝͝Ȳ̶̨̥̘͕̙͎͇͔̱̫͚̻̩͗́̆ē̸̻̱͔̯̰̘̣̼̓̃̈́͜s̴̲̖͗̒͌͌́́̆̃̈́̿.̴̛̳̣̓̒̾ ̷̨̨̫̲̹̘͉̯̼̰̺̦̠̈́͐̄͒̇͜͝͝I̷̢̨̡̢̝͙͔͖̠͙͉̱̰̙̣̍̾̍͐̋͂̽ ̴̝͚̥̲̺͎̼͈̖̼̩͈̈́͌̓̈́̿̽̏͜͠ã̸̦̪̟̬̖̥̳̣̖̼̱̜̜́̐̋͆̀͗͌͒̕m̶̧̛͓̖̥͂̌̇̌͂͆̀͆͌̾͐̂͝.̶̛̘̻̠͔̙̣̮̯̭̼̅̽̎̏͛̾̓̑̀̈́͜ -

…Yes, I am.

Ẅ̸̨̧̯̞̣̺̞͔͓̦̳̳́̓͐̀͂́̍̎̇͂̐͐̇̀̚͝ͅḩ̸̨͉̣̹͙̩͇͍̥̣̥̖̱̞̓̋͗̓͌́̔̃́͂̐͒̾͠͝͠ǭ̷̛͍̟̥̖̟̦̄̋̏̓̀̔͂ ̷͉̩̜̝̩͕̲̫̩́̿̈́́͌͌͊̓̓̀̉̈́͠ã̷̱̭͍̄͂r̴̨̢̢͕̱̮̯͙̦̩͔͎̥̜͙̫͔͂̈̄̃͑̒́͒͊́̚̕̚͝ȅ̴̡̯͉̝̩͍̯̥̜̟̫̊̐͑͗̓͘ ̵̛̠̹̫̙̯͓̟̫̜̤̋͑͛̃̓̇̈́͋̊̔̅̕̕ͅy̶̙̝͇͇̞̮͚͔̞͚͎͊̈͋̇̐̀͐̌͘̚̚͝͠͝ō̸̧̜̞̪͖̪̖̂̒̍̑u̶̠̙̠͉̳̲̰̺͖͇͕̭̭͍̘̙̓̏̌͊̉͛̽͑͊͘͝?̶̡̡̢̧̰̞̭̬̲̝͇͔̲̱̀͑͒̀̅̍̍̄͑͜ ̶̢̥̪̞͍̹̩̳͈̃̈̕͜ͅĂ̸̛̻̮͍͇̹͎̱͈̲̜̮̖͗̏̌̽ŗ̸̬̬̗̹̳̤̳͕̭̬͚̺̳̖͙̪͋̋̀̑̔̇̓́͗̓͑̎̄̔͝e̶̢̻͕̺̠̭͉̠̩̿̃͐͒̍̐͂̑̔̚̚͜ͅ ̶̛̲̬͕̱̙̹͈̰͔͇̙̥͍̇͐͛̄͐̉̚͠ý̴̼̔ö̵̧͇͚̤̺͈̣́̉u̴̢̡͍̲͚̼̻̥̠̖͔̿̊̆̒̇͜ ̸̧̡̡͈̗̩̲̣̱̭̯̱̭͊́̕t̵̨̥̯̜͖̱͎̖̦̼̯̣̹̖̘̂͂͛̉͂́̇̿͜͝h̵̨̛͇͓̣̹̺̦̪̟̥͎̽̆̊́͂̍̒̌͑̋̿̕͝ͅͅe̷͖̩͈̪͈͎̓̊͌ ̴̨̬̩̗̩̮̋̈̽̊́̈́̚̕͝l̷̻͙̙̮͕̼̏͆̈́̌̓͊͂͗̎̿͌̐͊́̚ẻ̷̯͇̞͙̦̠͚̮͖̫̺͔̥̩̼͂̑̉̋̅̇̃͗̋̿̈̓́̓͝͠ͅa̵͇̍͘ḑ̶̩͓̗̤͙̜͍̣̞͈̮̇̄̏̎̆́̓̅̓ȩ̶̺͙̣͈͙͇̤̞̖̥̝̙̻̭̐̌̈̔͗̒̆̌͆͒̄͒̍r̸̺͍̓͑̎̓̿͑̅ ̴̫͙͚̦̬̻̱̪̤̥͎̌ộ̸͈̬̯̻̠̫̠̦̜͍̐́̅̌͗̆͌̈f̵̧̞͚̟̣̯̹͙͙̱͚͉̝̻̤̂̈́͆̀̎͊̋̕ͅ ̷̛̘̫̪̤̯̦̙͎̙͉̥̟̘̃̀̄̒́͗̎̿̏̄̔̚͝ͅͅͅt̴̤͖̭̩̬͓͈̦͕͍̗̉̈́̈̋̔̀͑͜͝͠͝h̵̙͉̮̘̾̈́͗͌̏̀̀͆̽̉̽̔͊͛̚͘͜͝ȉ̴͇̹̱̝̰͓͈̟̤̲͇̠̟̹̜͇s̶̢̛̜̮̣͔̞̝͙̮̎̓͆̿̋̃̇̈́̓͠ ̴̤̞̦̒̃͜ģ̷͔̱̂̌͆̌̈́̇͑̀͑̽̀̀̎̚̚̚r̴̳͉͇̝̣̗̓͗̏̓̉̆̃̉͛̓̊͠o̶̗̖͙̼̜̣͙͉̰̫̪͕̮̠͓̭̲̾̒̑̾̽̑u̵̟̟͐́̀̓̇̾̎͝p̴̨̖͎̥͛?̵̛̤͎̱̗̪̜̰̩̗̰̣̖͙̼̣̖̣́̽͒̑̔͌͐̈̐̃͛͛͛̾̚

Who are you? Are you the leader of this group?

Ì̵̡̥̹̘̜͇̪̺̩͚͎̟̆̓͑̀̋́͘ ̷̪̭̞̂̀̏͐͂̅̎̈́̽̎̆̈́̽̋̍̅̌a̵̡̟̺̹̻̣͕͈̙͕͎̽̎̄͐̃̋̾̋̑̍̽m̸̜̟̤̏͜ ̸̡̺͓̤̯̂̋̑͑̀̋͐̑̆͆̄̈́̓̕H̸͙̬͓̮͕̩͉̫̪̽͗̽̏̊̀̿͋͘̚͘̚͝o̷͈̭̤̤̗̳͔͉̬͋͐̄̂̇̑͋͘̚͠ĺ̶̠̭̜̳͍̀͛͝f̸̧̡̼̜̻̤̮̹̰̒̆̌́̀ͅͅṙ̴͕́͊̈̍̊̾̆͛̀̇̊͒a̵̛̯̺͍̭̣̬̮̫̫̗͂̈̅͐̿̎̇̾͗̔̓̓͜͝g̵̨̨̨̛̛̫̪͔͈̟̭̩̝̐͋̋̋̇͒̚͝.̷͇̯̩͊̀̾̓̍̊̽̓͗ ̵̰̥̋͒͊̈́̔̓͐̔͋̎̆̆̀͝I̴̠͕̝̺̫͓̰͖̲̖͊̆̄̎̑͑͂̈̏̈͜ͅ’̵̻̟̞̜͚̲̱̑̀͑̃͊̀̓͂̄̊̎̉́͘̕m̶̡̨̠̥̦͖̞̯̠̬̭͚̗̙̭͖͆̀͐͗̐̀̓̓́ ̴̬̀̌͗͝t̵̨̛͙͙̤̖͂͐͂̓̌̓̕̕͘̚͝ͅh̵̳̹͈̱̪͓̭̭̥͒͛͑́̆ę̴̭̼̤̦̻͑͆̈́̿̆̚ ̸̛̥̣̼̪̙̼̗͔͙͕̺̿̂́̄͑͘͘͝͠͝͝ĉ̵̢̧̛̛̙̖̥͎͎͖̾͛͛̆̐͒̐̋͗͜ȃ̸̧̤̖̪̦͓͙͎͚̱̲͍̓͂̎̾͜p̷̢̟̺̝̖͍͚̬͙̑͘ͅẗ̸̩̭͇̟̺̭̞͚́̾̈̔̋à̴͔̀͌̓i̴̖̲̯͍̼̠̭̳̻̰̣̭͉͔̓̃́̋̃̆̅͐͒͊̕͝͝ͅn̶̡͙͇͉͍͊̓̅̋̎̒̈́͆̃͆̋̀̕̕͝͝͝ͅ ̸̧̛̘̪͈͕̗̬̗̋͒͌́̓͋̒̀͜͜o̶̢̺̹̦̞͌ͅf̶̫̰͈̙̞͚̮̣̼͎̟͔̼̉́̔͜ ̴͕̘͍̥̥̪͌̔̓̀̾̈̓̾̀̐̇͗̅͠T̵̩̪̗̹̘̩͙͔̈́̄̊̿͐͊̃̆̓̚̕̚̚ḧ̵̘̘̦͕̫͎͖̘̱͍̩͚̯̪̙́̾̆̈̈̄͆͛̋̎̍̌̄͜͠ę̵̢̛̗̩̬̬͖̖̯̯̼͕̗̺̜̻͔̏͐̊͑͗̽̑͐̆̆̽̕͝ ̴̢̛͉̥͈͍̤̮̐͠P̴̺̣̰͎̮͕͈̼̬̞̯̠̻̪̫̿͗͌̐̅͛í̸̜͚̝̙͓͈͌̀̽g̷̨̧͚̖̺̮͚͈̖͖͙̣̝̠͍̋̂̒̒͌͌̽͂̆̒̀̓̓͂͜͠l̴̛̝̞̻͔̜͗͗̑̊̍͋ḭ̸̡̛̲̲̦͔̭̭͂͆̋̈́͐͝ͅn̷̛̛̺̳̩̥̜͖̠̱͍͔̣͙̬̘̔̀̈́̽͂̌̆̑̔̕͝ͅ ̴̛̛̛̙̼̫̰̆̿̾͗̎͊̂̽̏̕̚͜͜Ś̵̙̩̣̟̉́̽̿̋̅̅̀̃͒̃̿ͅq̵̡̬̜̜̠̗̦̼͍͎͋͗͛͗̆̋͐̉̑͐͌͊̿͆̏͜u̴̧̧̙̻̜͖͚̞̦̤̯̞̪̪͋́̈͌̓͗̓͐̄̓̋͜a̶̢̹͖̖̬̞͔̱̜̯͇̼̗̫̟̝̍̀̈́̓̌̏͑̾̽̍̚d̶̲̼̦̪̒̀͊̓̄͝r̸̡͉̼̹͎̭̻̩̩̓̅͜ͅớ̴̢̖͇̰̳̝͓͎̣̪̉̃͂̃̍̈́̈́̓͘͝͝n̶̨̡͍͍̲͓̰͙̣̯̜̈́.̴̨͗̈́͂̈́͋̀́̇̊̚

I am Holfrag. I’m the captain of the Piglin Squadron.

Ǐ̵̛̩̘̠̳̝͓̬̫̖̭̓͌̾̾́́̈́̀̿̇͛͗͋̌̚ ̵̈́̓̄̃̈́̏̃̐͑̍̔̊̄͜͝á̸̻̤͖̒̓̀͋͌́̔́̾̈́̉̕͠͝͠m̷̯̲̟̰̰̹̼͉͔̩͐́͒͒̆̾͛͆̈́̄͘̕͝ͅͅ ̸̨̛͙̼͍̱͉̊̍̀͐̏̔̈͌͠Ť̸͇̠̊͐͛̈́̈́̾̓͌̿͌̓͑̐͘͝͝h̷͚͎̄̽̆̀͊̎͌͛̀̽͘͠e̶̛̛̘̰̥̔͊͌̆̐̒͒̎͒͑̚͝͠ ̴̢̛̪̈́͊̊̂̓͗̍̇̈́̈́̀̃̚͘͝͠S̶̢̧̢̼̳̜͖͔͖̀̑̓̅̽̑̅̉͗̋͂̅͘̚͘̚͝e̴̘̙̠̩̜̗̻͊̓͊̏́̽̓̋̿̃̾̃́̃͊̀ç̶̯̘̤̯̼͉̝͙̗͈͍̪̦̭̋̀̆͆̐͗̑̃̀̉͘͜ͅȍ̸̢̹͉̥̉̓̓̂̏͋̏̈͝͝ͅn̸̖̗͖̖͈͋͂̈̏̒͑͊̆̇͗̿̿̕͝ḓ̵̡̢̩͍̭͇̻͖̥̺̤̖͙̱̭͖̍́̇͊̏͝ ̸̨̙̼̪̦̺̮̟̻̹̻͎̰͎̪͈̎̈́̋̀̊͊͑̄͘ͅÇ̶̭̟̰̳̯̯͖̼̟͓̊͑̈́͌̔͛̒͛̊́̈́̈́͑̚̕o̷̡̗̖̗̐̌̏̄̌m̵̝̳̤̰̗̳͙̉̊̉̈́̐͘͜͜ͅǐ̴̗͕̬͖̼̖̺̤͌͌̈́̋̋̌̅̎̆̋͂̕n̴̨̰͇̼̺͔͚͚̬͎͙͉̜̱͐̐͆͗͋͛̓̔͝ģ̷̧̡̡̮̥̖̩̮̗̮̳͐̉̌̓̾̈̆̅͛̉̉̆̐͘̚.̵̛͍͕̹̗͈͔͙̙̹̤̂̿͆͌̒̌̾̍̕͜͠ͅ ̶̡̛̬͉̺̻̰͍̬̘̻̭̘̯̅̂͐̑͐̃̊̉̚͜͝Y̴̭̥͉͎̫̖͚̮̖̥̆̈̿͛̅͛̕ͅͅͅơ̴̛̖̦̗̘̤̹̥̱͎͍̙̥̔͒͆͑͌̾̑̆̀́͘͠͝u̶̫̗̖̼͙͍̥̅͌̄̇̕ ̶̢͎̯̮͖̣͕̀͆͗m̷̱̜͋͒̊̅͗̀̌̇̍̎̈̔̏̕͝ḁ̸̡̯̮̣̪̜͇̯͎̱͐͌̇̊̾̅̈̾̇͝͠ͅẙ̵̡̛̬͍̣̱̓̾̓̔̍̈́̌̊́́̂͊̕͝ͅ ̸̧̜̰͉͛̀̓̑̽̅̃̈̑̏͋̕͘ç̶̧͓̹͍͒̏̽͐͜͝a̸̺̻̻̺͎̝̟͊̅̿̾̾̍̂̾́̆̿̀̍͠l̷̨̡̖̺̙̹̹̭̯͍̪̄̓͂͊̍͗̉̇̎̅̀͜ͅl̶̛͚̼̰̪̟̹͎̹͓͇͊̌̉͆̓̚ ̵͙̯̩͐̏̃̓͗̾͠m̵̡̳̺͎̻͖̳̺̗̜̖͈̘͙͌̒̉͂̉͑̚é̸̛͙̙͚͓̫̆ ̶̧̢̺̙͉̻͓͔̯̳͔͙̆̅̂̊́̅͑̅̈̎͠͝S̷̢̛̛̤̘̹̿̉̍̐̒̇͋̐̕ȩ̸̘͍͇̩͔̩͙̲̭̻̠̺͍̪̒̀̆c̵̤͙̄̋͒͗͂͛̊̿͗̓͊̄̕̕̚͝͝õ̵̧͍̃̎n̵̢̻̱̭̙͇͓̻̮̫̖͉͗ď̷̡̻̯̱̗͎̬͍.̵̧̛̝͈̙̝̥̅̇̉̾̈́̆̈́̔̌̍̈̚͘͘͝

I am The Second Coming. You may call me Second.

W̶͙̗̤̲̱̲̉͑̓͗̐͂̑̽̅͒͒̎̃͛̕͠ḧ̴̩́̊̌̅̄ą̶̛̛̦̭̻̜̒̂̋̀͆́͒̄̒̃͋̽̚͠͝ţ̵̟́̀̃̈́͗̐ ̶̧̧̬̰̩̩̰̙̳̻̪̣͍̗͙͑̋́̓͐̾̅̔̓̀̀͑͊̊͗̓̕ͅa̵͍̯̓̎͆̓̍̍͛͘͝r̸̡̛̙͎͎̓̒̔͌̌͆̈́̆̃͗̏è̶̛̱̺̟͙̘̈͑͒͌̔̿̈́̐̚̕͝ ̷̬̤͎͔̫̼̱̩̰̰̻͚̇̓y̴̮̼͈̱̞̓͆̏͌̑ọ̴̡̦̝͖̙̺͈͚̥͙̬̱̗̖͛͋̒́͛́̆̔̍̿̓͛̚͜͠ͅü̴̫̘̹̩̠̯̇̌̈́̄̑̀̔̑͛̇͘ ̸̨̨̛̥͍̅̏̀̄̎̑̿̉͗̐̔͛̔͗ţ̵̦̠̠̩͉̹̔́̓͛̍̀̇̆͐̽̅͆̂͝w̶̨͖̝͎̥͔̬̘̬͓͍̍̄͌̚ͅó̴̢̡̤͓͎̼̱̃̎̿͋͘͠ ̷̨̢̛̼͕̯͔̞̑̔́͛̄͘͠͝͝ͅͅd̸͍̻͙̼̭̳̥̗͕͈͈̋̿̆͠o̸̧͚̘͕̦̫̟̤̖̱͉̓̒̐̀͐̉͊́̆͌͊̍̓̇͘̕͠i̴̢̨̼̘̼̻̺̠̣̟̥̟͎̎̌̇͜ͅn̵̻̭͖̉̈̒̓̀̾̏͑̀̃̏̚͜ģ̸̧̠̻̱̙̝͇͚̰̦̟̟̇̀̊͂́́͛̊̅̍̍̋̚͜͝ͅ ̷̺̩̞̇͒̈́̐̌̍̅̕͜͝͝h̸̨̛̗̬̯͎͗̑͗̾̈̊̽̒̏͆͑̈́͝͝e̸̛̛͇͑͑̋͗̎̔̕͝r̸͉͓͎̩̓̂̓̏̀e̶̢̤̣̬͇̤͎̗̹̪̍?̶͍͆͋͛̈́͒̆̉̅̀͛̐͘͠͠ -

What are you two doing here?

T̶̨̝̣̺̠̯͔͈̮̯̥͂̈̔̆̂̍͛̒̈́̍͐ͅĥ̴̹͎̞͉̯͓̞̮̟̮̭͖̪̤̄̈͑͜i̴̪̥̞̺͑̏̀̈̉ͅs̷̡̨̨̨̬͔͈̠̱͕̖̱̱͈̻̯̟͑̈́͊̄͒̑͊̂̏̄͗̕ ̷̧͍̣̻̻̹̟̲̰̝̝͙̀̅̈̔̏̍̊̉͗͝͠͠ḯ̴̧̤̻͎͍̬͍̝͈̮̰̠̬̲̈̾͐̂̄̈́̓̒̀̃͌͜s̴̳͉͎̱̰̹̃̓͊̒̐̐̋̄͑̅͘ ̶̧̘͈̮̝̤̹̗̾͆̒̾̅̌̾̏ͅB̵̨̘̠͍̗̗̀l̶̦͖̲̐̊̃̉͗ų̸̛̲͙͐́͊͒͛̊̇͒̾̎̇̋͋̅͋͝ͅȩ̴̢̨̞̯̻̰̜͖̦̩̰͗̈́̋̀̆̊͒̿ͅ.̷̨̭̰̲̻͉̪͔̜͍̙̞̥̰͇̣̊̈́̒́͑̿̆̀̓̍̊̐͝͝ͅ ̶̢̛͖͉͔̼̠̗̗̣͇̫̹̟͂̾̉̀͐͒̕͜͝S̶̛͇̩̣̹̱͓̠̯̖̪͖̼̗̝̼̰̬̋͆̆̿̀̽̓̅̽̆̽̀̓͝h̴̨̼̗̲̬̦͎̹̺̱̀ͅe̵͇̠̥̼̬̺̲̤̊̂̕͝ ̵̮͈̥̗̟͖͎̬͓̓̇̽̈́̿́͘i̵̱̝̘̲͖͔̹͖̍͗̔̉̔̑́̌̚͠͠s̶̡̨̛̟͇̰͔͇͛̑̓̅͘ ̷̡̢̫̯̹̫̬̳̖̲͕̲̜͖͚͕̑͌̐̊̑̊̀̕̚̚m̶̢̼̮͍̺͚̞̗̥̀̽̓́̉́̊͒̀̍̂̾͘̕͜͝y̷̛̰̻̳̠͔̟͍͉̩͚̋͛̊̃̃̾͑̈́̕͝ ̴̨̙̬͖͙̫͎̝̲̰͙̓̒̈́͛͛̂̀́̓͆̊̌̕͝f̵̢͓̝̼̣̣̩̣͔̜͆̍̈́́͂̈́͘ͅͅr̸̘̪̬͂̊̑̈̔̓̔͌̈ḯ̷̖̱̠̼̘̯̗̤̳̦̦̰̖̙́̄̒͊̃̑̉́̅̒̊͘ͅę̵̺͎̠͚̹̦̥̟̠̺̲͕̭̓̆̓̿̈̇̾̾͝n̵̛̰͊̋̇̆̂̄̄̊̓̆͛̃́́͘ḑ̶̢̜͚̞͖̺̮͗͛͋̀͗̏̔̇͑̆͝ͅͅ.̴̡͍̤̝̘̯̼̻̱̗̫͙͈̟̻͖͆̄̎̈́̅͆͐̋͗͒͘͘͠ -

This is Blue. She is my friend.

Ẇ̷̘̼̻̽̅e̷̗͎͕̙̺̎͆͒̌̀͝ͅ ̶̦͍̤̗̜̙̂a̴̻̱̾̉c̸̮̮̖̱̮̝̓̉͝t̴̠̘͊̉̿̈́̀͜͠ư̸͖͇̓̓̚ą̶̡̡̦̝̯͒̊̉͋̂̆l̷̲̥͔̰͆̔̐̏̀ĺ̵̖̤͔y̶̰̺͖̗͆̍͑ ̸͙̟̙̘̘̈́̉̓͂̕c̵̘̼͊̾̍o̶͕̺̒̓m̷̧̼̤͑͑̇͜ͅȇ̷̟̖̀̄̈́ ̴̛̛̩̼̟̥̌̈́̉͑t̸̨͋h̶̖̻̠͎̉r̸̦͇̝̗̙̠̓̈́ő̸̘͒̂̆ư̷͔̤̈́̆̓͊̄ͅǵ̶̢͓̲̩͕̆̓ḧ̸͓̫̈́̿ ̸̞̝̜͓͆̔͛͂͘͝ṱ̵̛͉̃͛̈́͗͠ĥ̶̯̪͖̥́̈́͊͊͆e̴͙͓̺͒̋̒͒ ̵̤͉͉̘͌͊̍͑̋̕͜n̶͔̝̗̰͓̏̑̈͑͆͆͜e̴̙̺̭̒t̶͓̮̜͕̮̞̓͌͒͗h̸̥̞̦̆͗͘ȇ̵͍͕̤̥̣̦̎r̸̢̧̢̲̩͈̓̈́̂ ̷͚̖̤͗̕̕̚p̸̖̂̊ő̵̢̪̙̗̈̂͛̈r̵̥͙̥͖̀́̿̋̆t̴̢͈̫̘́͗̋̽ą̵̹̲͎̝̋̉̋́͑͝l̴̞͉̪͑ ̷͔̘̜̽͂́̃î̵̹̣̥͚͐͛n̵̡̛̥̦͇̺͍͂͊̈́̓̃ ̷͖̦̃̋́a̴̞͐ ̶̡͓̝͉̏̓̈́́̇͂s̷̝̼͕̼̩̅̈́̆̋͝ͅḛ̵̡̘̓̏̒̅̋͛a̷̠̠͙͑͊̒̓̎̚r̸̳̰̠̻̦̻͂̈́c̵͕̱̻̪̮̽́̈́̂̋̃h̶̦̰̟̱̉͗̊̃͘ ̴̫͛̂ḟ̸͍̯̣̟͕̀̓̏̀ö̷͇͖̻́͛̽ͅȓ̶̠͖ ̷͙̰̂̂̀̀́Ṉ̸̫̉̽e̶̻̩̦̓̊t̴̖̬̤̅͐̿̈́̽̈h̵̲̜̜̰̍̉͒̇̈́̕e̸̲̦̋̓̀̂̒r̵͔̙͕͎̍̆̿̔̀͂ ̶̢̧͇͔͆͐̀w̴̱̰͙͓̼͗͑͜a̶͙͎͕̔̅̓͜͜ͅŕ̴͓̖̟̱t̵͈̥͔͚̄̒̏̆͒͘ͅs̷̛̗̯̟̺̘̠̄͂̒͆͝.̸̟͓̤̄̒̊̋͜ ̷̢̫͎̤͆̃̃́̇͊ͅ

We actually come through the nether portal in a search for nether warts.

R̶̥̘̘̪̞̍̓̋̕͘͝͝͝ͅh̴͖̣̗̬̩̰͈̱̹̣̲̩̰̃̇͐͑̈́̆̊̃̕̕ó̶̡̞̻̩̦̺̟̦̱̏̒͒̅̆̓̌͒͆͝n̷̡͎̠͈͈̘͔̟̥͓̣͓̏̐͐̊̆̉̆̀̑͌̚ ̴͙͖͖͓̖̼̄̐̂̈́͂̆͆͘ͅͅh̷̪̠̗̺̪̾̏̾͑͑̈́̊͗̑̒̍̈́̕e̸̫̺̥̤͎̍͑̅̈̂͂̂̄͘͠r̸̹̟̤̦͈̮̮̥͖̺̮̀͐̑͜͝e̶̡̼̘͂͐̀̇̇̏͌̓̈́̾͛́̌ ̴̡̢̨̛̲͕̖͍̬̭̠͇̩͚̝̀̇̏͋̎̓̒̂̃̾̈́̀̇̎͝͝t̴̨̡̢͙̠̲̫̜̘̫̪͓͓̜̯̍͌͐̌̓͘e̷̩̹̫̻̳̼͉͕̟͒l̸̟͗̀̐̋̽̈͗͗̂̌̄̓͆͂̂̐̀l̶̢̛̞͙̫̣͔̩̮̥̱̳̙̠͈̖̹̅̓͒̐̄̑̂̈́̅́̐͝s̵͇̯͙̼͉͉͕͉̪̖̗͍͖̲̾̈̀́̄̽̋̋͘͝ ̵̧̡̧͖̠̭̤͔͖̮̝̫͓̻̩̓̅̈́̋̑̕ͅͅų̴̧͎̭̗̺̭̬̻̲͈͂̀̽̊͛͌̀͑͒̃̕̕s̶̢̯̹̻̤͉̱̤̗͂̒̿̐͒̕̕͝ ̷̢̡̤̳͕͉͍̻̺̥̜̰͕͉͈̯̘̿͑̊̑̇̄̀͋̾̕̕͝͝t̴̢̑̐̀̇̚͝͠h̵̛̘̉͗̏̍̿̃̂́̚͘̚͝ȁ̷͇̞̓̓̅̋͊̏͌͐̉̀̌̏̄͋̚ţ̴͉̝̟̯̤̘̹͕̳̥͈̪̇̂̔̊̅̈́̒̍̒̕ ̶̨̛̖̺͇͇̘͌̉̀̐̄̌͒͒̏̌̂̚͝y̶̧̟̮͚̟̖̯̜͙̖̩̲͙͙̍͛̈́͐̃ơ̸͚͓̮̜̦̻͎̠͇̯͎̱̟̺̪̿̄͝ų̸͎͍͎̹̘͕̞̙̤̲̬̱̪̑̉͗̐͘͜ͅ m̷͍͕͆̇̊̊̒̄̿̄͆͂̌̇̾̓͘͝͝ĩ̶͚͌̒̿ĝ̶̘̮̭̫͉̹͓̥̟̦̺̫́͌̀h̶͔̣̤̤̫̜̻̝͇͚̃͜t̴̡̤̰̳̟̠͐̆̄̓͒͐̔̃͌̽̂͘ ̶̓̓͆͊̂̅͐̒͗̇͜ķ̶̢̙̲͇̫͓͚̱̲̱̩͇̩̳͇̂̽͆̀̀̓̽͑͛̕n̸̢̯̄̏̓̑ͅó̵̧̻̮͚̩͎̞͚̹͇̰̭͕̲̝ẉ̸̻͊͛̔͘̕ ̵̧̯̘̱͙̘̖͋́͒̈́͗̆̓̀̚͝w̸̛̖̍̐̔̾̇̃͌̉͊͒̐̿̾́̚̚h̷̤͙͍̜̠͈̦̔̉̀e̷͎͎͒͒̓̉͊̒̽͋̕ṙ̸̤̈́́͆ͅͅẹ̷̹̩̯̮̱̭͕̬̙͚̺͕̌͒́̋͌̓̈́̀̚͝ͅ ̸̡̝̜̖͎̗̰̪͔͖͒̃̓̽͐̿̄͛̔̈̏̈́̓̾͊̚͠t̸̨̢̢̧̞̖̙̖̞͈̼̳͖͕̼͔̓̌͆̐̉͛̒̏̾͘̕͜ǭ̵͈̹̫̞̝̞̰̳̬̮̮̘̅̒͌̉̔̈́̒̈̔̍͂̓͊̕͜ͅ ̷̙͓̯̎͆̅̓̀̉̈́͐̐̐͗̚̕̕͜͝͝f̵̢͔͙̩͈̬̪̓̾͛̇͝ȋ̴̹͚͙̘̪͙̓̈́̇͘͝ñ̷̡̛̯̪͚̻̠͎̯͎̱̫̦͉̊̉̈́́̍̕ͅd̷̮̾͊͐̈̌̄̈́͂̅͆͆̋̕͠ ̴̭͎̦̙̩̱͔̟͈̗͉̤͗̽̓̂͝t̴̫̹̳̼͎͛̅́͗̓̎̾͝h̸͓̼͓͇̰̱͎̊́̔͆͗̃́̆̀̉̚͝͝ȩ̸̯̮̠̳͍͚̅̈̊̾̈́͝m̵̧̜̖͙̭̱̽̉͒̌̎̏͆͒̆͝͝ ̴̧̩̜̞̞̞̠͕͍̜͂͒̕͜͝͝á̵̜ņ̴̛͖̭̲̯̹͉̃͌͐̔̈̀̐̓͊͌̔̽͘͘͝͝d̸͓̘̬̯̝̠͓̬͒͗͐̾̾͗͒̀́͘̚ ̸̡̛͇͍̥̟̱̜̖̲̞̙̭̂̈́̋͆w̷̨̜̖̮͕͚̳̗̖̗͚̾͜ơ̸͍̘̝͎̣͈̭̖̥̱̼̳̜̅̓͂͐̀̽̓͜͜͠u̴̧̧̠̳̱̣̱̯͕̥̙̩̩͖̲̜̽̃́̈́͠͠l̷̡̛̪͉̣̿̏̇̓̾͠d̵̡̨̧̳̪̖͉̣̼̪̻̦̮̼̒͜ͅ ̵̻̄̎͐͠g̸̺̯̤̹̝͎̒̽͂̓̀͑͌̀͐͛̾͘̚͝͠͝ű̸̧̫͇̦̳͓̹̜͕̰̜͙̱̹̀̊ì̵͚̯̤̥̞̦̰̩͈̤͇̭̟͖͓̈́͆̈́̃͊́̃͘̚d̵̛̯̹͓̿͒́́̿̔͜ë̴̺̜̀̍̐͠ ̵̧̢͚̹̗̦̱̹̭͖̺̱̗̪͎̈̆̎̏̋͋̈́̍̐̈́̄̕ų̵͔͍̝̅͌̍̓̋͝ͅs̵̡̨̝̬͕͍̬̠̫̜̱̝̅̈̃͂̅͒͋̎̕ ̷̡͚̫̫̲̹̫͍̦͔͉̪͑͋́ţ̴̯̱̪̘̤̦̄̾̏̍͌̕͠͝h̴̛͍͉͑̓̐͌̈́͆͠͝ẹ̸̡͈͈͍̻̟̳̝̒̉̓́̓̾̇̆̾͐̅̕͠ͅr̵͉͌ẹ̴̃̀͑̽̆̈́̀̑̾̌͗̈́͘̕.̴̧̧̥̲̰̖̫̪͓̼̱̹͉̯̥̳̋͋ͅ

Rhon here tells us that you might know where to find them and would guide us there.

I̵̼̰̳͑͒͒̉͆̇̂͊͛̾͂ ̷̧̩̙̻̪̞̭̝̖̺̱́͂̎͗̎̀̽͒̍͂̽̏̐͐͘̚͝ḍ̵̛̫̺̜̳̂̓̅̾͂͝o̵̢̧̫͎̝̗̬̙͓̭̣̣̖͈͆̃̉̔̉̀̚͝ ̵̻̬͖̜̈͆̃̆̚ķ̴̞̹̝͈̠͈͍͈̪̲͌̂͌͛̐̓̈́̈́͒̓̏̏̈́̚͘͠n̶̮͒̎̿́̃́̎͝õ̵̙̃̐̅͋̓͊̉̓̈́̿̐̂͌͠͝͝w̷͇̐ ̵̨͉̠̦̞͉͓̻̭̫̹̯̠͙̓̓̓͂w̷̛̛̤̣̘̱͚̍́̃̋̄͘h̸͕̜̠͔̹̼͉̥͍͗̈́̏̍̐͛͝ͅé̶̩͕̱̒̎́̌̊̿̒̑̓̓͐̕͝r̵̡̨̛̫̹͙̰̞̠̫͕͖̦̉̓͆̓͌͆́͊̿̇̋̕e̶̫̣̭̅͌̽ ̴̡̢̢̡̛͍͖̜̯͍̙̟̊̾͆̈́̚ẗ̸̡̢̖͔̙̻̻̻̺̺̭̦̩̞͈̞́̀͐͑͋͊̌͆͝ọ̵͇̽̈́̏͗̓̈́̐͆͒̽̏̈́͘ ̶̧̖̝̩̹͓̜̖̦͓̺̯̏̓̉̆̑̏̚͘͜͜f̸̣̯̰̲̖͍͇̰͙̳̼̀́̂͘͜i̶̢̧̝̰͖͉̿̌̍͐̈́̀̌̔̚͠͝n̸̡̡̢̤̠̮͎̗̗͚̼̬̟͚̩͙̠͒̀͊̐̆̂͗͠͝d̶͉̭̤̩͉̖͈̖̀̆̿̎͜ ̵̛̻̝̱͙͎̑̾͂̈́͑̈͒̑̿͌̈́̇͌̕ͅţ̶͓͔̼͆̈́̎͂̈́̅͂̉̉̈́̎̏͑̒͜ͅh̴̢͔̩̻͓̣̙̞̻̳̎͆̉̆̎̉̽̔͌̅̈̇̋͝ȅ̸̲̱̻͎̠̈̈́̔͛̀̓̋͐́̎͛̃̓̐̈͝ͅḿ̵̢͚̘̦̹͈͖̙͚͒̀́͑̈̄́͒͘͘͜͝͝.̶̢̨̙̪͓͓̙̰̝̹̦͈̆́̕͘ ̴̡̨̼͉̖̲̞̪̫͔̉̍̈̓̌̿̄̓̎́̅͘͘͝͠A̸̢̢̫̦̪̦͎̹̹̫̥̥̩̞̼̬͇̾̑̔͋̂͋̌͝n̶̡̲̯̞̦̠̑̉̇͆̑̅̓͑̽̓̇͂̑̅̕͘͝ͅd̷̡̧̦̝͙̜̠̬̣̭̱̫͖̓͒̐̆̀͌̎̑͑́̑̈́̚͝ ̴̝̭̰̫̹͓͕͍̰̅͊̓̕R̶̩̖̥̭̝̗͉͙̣͉̃̒͋̀̅͂͂̈̎̑͊͋̕͘̚͜͜͝͝ͅh̷̢̤̼̞̻͖̣̹̱̋́͑̌̆͠͝o̶͇̙̼̥͓̣̺͙͔̙̔̑̐́̏̃̅̓́̐͌͂̂́̕̕͝ͅͅn̷͔̱͍̮̞̮̲̔̈́͒̉̀͒̆̌̆̒͘ ̴̺͘͠͝į̸̤̗̠̦̭́͊̚ͅs̶̢̢̨͖̗̯͉̥̬̥̖̮͈̊̆͂͂̀͗ ̴̣͎͕̽͋͑̀̋̿̊̈̃̀̕̕̚r̸̨̲̲͇̞͕͕̩̭̘͔̓̀̿̊̍̽̉͒͘͝į̸̪̞̺̯̜̩̰̩͓̤̱̻̔̒̈̈́̈́̒̽̄̄̎̕̕͠ģ̶̜͓̬͉̜̠̞̦̗͓̰̙͈͚͖̽̆́̈̀́̐͛̋̍̆̒͠͠͝ͅḩ̵̗̳̽́̃͌̂̌̔̎̐̀̿͘͝͝ţ̸̡̡͈̬͖͙̣̘͓̘̮͙̲͎̙͇͑́̈̍̚ ̶̢̱̼̖͓̘̠̼̘̻͍̝̼̞̫͇͗̾̃͊́̄̆͂̈̎̑́̊̀͐͘͜͠t̷͇͇̖͇̪̺̮̙̘̊͆̅͗̇̉̄̓̕̚̚ǫ̶̢̞̫̩̳͎̲̬̻͙͚͉̅͂͐͗̾͋͘̚ͅͅ ̵̳̤̞͕̺̠̯͐̔͘͝͝͝o̴̢̡̼̹͍̜̦̱̪̫͐̀̒̽̃̃̀͒̑͗̕͘̚͝͝͝f̵̨̙̥̯̫̮͚̫̰͒͆̋̄͂͘f̴̻̣̹̙̮̂̇̐̚͝ȩ̸͓̦̭͉̤͈͂̀̀̽̐͑̔̔̂̀͗̆͑̔̊̂͑ͅr̶̨̨̦͍͇̥͉̬̞͈̙̫̍̊̅́̆͐͌ͅ ̴̨̢̧̧͍̟̼̱͙͐̉͗͐̊̽̔̀̇̐̆͌͆͘͘o̶͔͆̈́̌̽̔͒́̃̉̾͠ŭ̷̗̞̳̟̟̯̱̈́̈́̏̾͋͋̒̚͠ṟ̶̢̡̧̛̣̝̺͉̪̝̩̺͖̼̐͆̋̅͆̓͜͜͠ͅ ̶̨̢̗̠̤͇̞͈̫̞̣̤̠̌̎̽̍̉̉̓̃͌͂̐́͝ͅg̴͍̘̖̖̺̝̠͚̗̱͔͚̽̎̾̐̿̈́̉͛͒͘͜͜ư̴̛̛͎͈̙͕͍̼͈̣̝̳̥̚̚͠ỉ̸̢̢͈̞̦̟̞͍̰̱̲̗̞̣͓͗̋̿̔̉͊̂̔̿d̶̢͓͇̜̩̰̙̖͔̙͎̯͚̏̋̒̃̄̿a̸̧̤̦̝̘̪̩̠̤̠̗̤͖̅̿̓̽̄͝n̵͔̹̗̭̈́̈́̆̃̿͠c̵̹͓̟̦̙͔̦̭̭̤̎̾̂̓͗̀̉͋́̓̅̂̕͝ͅȩ̷̧̜̪͕̹̪͎͔͍͉̻̠̖͓͓́͒̒̅̃̇̾̈́͘͝ ̷͍̣͙̟͛̾̈́̇͒͐̕͠͝t̸̛͔̙̝̼͕͕͔͈̖́͛̆̎̐̑̓̅̀o̴̢̠͉̮͙̯͆̓́͆̎̌͗̃͒̍͛͑͘̚͠͝͝ͅ ̶̧̧̭͎̠̝̅͛͜y̴̨͕̰̮̙͌̾̽̄̏̎̑͊͗͋̏̑̀̆͘ó̷̢̪͔̖̰͍͉̝̲̑̾́̀̾̅͆͒̏͛̃̾͝u̶͖̘͚̹̺̖̖͈̭̮̿͝.̷̩̬̘̫̖̯̰͚͆͂͐̄̈͗̐̽͠

I do know where to find them. And Rhon is right to offer our guidance to you.

Į̵̛̛̝͖̈́̍̈́̎̔̒̓͐̿̚͘̕͘͝͝t̸̡̙̠̀͐̔̽̄́́ ̴̡̱͖̪̩̰̠̙̲͎̱͓̻̖̥̃͐̈̆̀̾̐͐̈́̌͆̉̆͐͝ị̶̭͔̖͔̝̙̥̅̋͑͛̈́̐s̴̡͎̝̮͚̘͈̺͇̩͖̓͛̄͒͝ ̷̧̹̗̭͎͉̼̞̞́͆̀͆̇͝ą̸͍̺̱͖͉̭͖̥̃̔̓̾̿̔͌́̅̽̎̚͝͝ ̴̛͇̭͚̣̳̮̠͙̟̂͑̎̐͌̆̃̽͊̊̈̈́͝͝͝l̴̪̤͐̀̑͐̇̊̽̊͆̉͒̀̔͊̎̚͝ȍ̵͕̖̇̒͗̽ͅn̸̹̣̙͕̥̥̘̣̞̼͓̯̳̬̻̓́͑̉̽̆̄̋͋̎̿͊͑̕͜͝ģ̵̞̱̯͖̰͙̋͛̐͒̈́̈́̏͐̐ͅ ̴̹͇̫̘͓͎͆ͅt̷̝͖̞͎̗̩͔͎̔̃͜r̶̨͙̯̮͙͔̩̗̝̙̀̈́̌͘̕͜e̴̢̧̬͙̜̫͖̥̙̝̦̹̝͖̲̟͈͊͒̔̊͌͝k̸͌͌̾́̋͒̐̀̋͜ ̶̨̛͙͈̝̠͔̹͕͈̝̜̤̼̦̝͍͐̇̓͊̏̌͋͗̀͋̐̅̄̒̕͝ͅţ̸̡̻̻͍̥͖͇̀̈̎̓̄̀͊̆̍̿̇̅͘͠͝ò̶̼͕͈̪̜̯̰̞̞̫͠ ̴̢̛̹̟̙͑̆̓̓̚͝g̸̡̛͖̬͈̪̳̫̩̫̯̘͇͓͕̹̑́͛̈́̏͒̀̇̎̀̆͌̊͠ę̴̮̦̩̘͔̲̭̪͇̪̯̭̣̖̐͑̊͂́̚͝t̷͍̯̯̋̉̒̂̓̾́̍̉̒̚͠͠ ̴͚͉̱̥͗̉͛͑̈̒͌̈́͜ͅt̸̟̙̬̫͍͔͌́́͌̋͒͘̚ȟ̵̳͈͋̀̌́̌̋͆͆̀̂̕͝è̵̢̨͕̣̩̫̪̟̼̯̞̓̑̽͛͠ͅr̸̢̢̥̘͓͉̱̥̰̤̳̫͙̬͆̀̇͘ͅę̵̡̨̞̰͕̪͋̐͋̑̾̋͆.̸̦̱̈́̄̒̓̍̓̀̏̀̚ ̶̗̭̞̱͈́́͊̈̆͛̑̍̊Ç̶̛̭̭̳̞̱̉̊̍͗̉̚͝ọ̴̌̓̋͌́̃̒ḿ̷̞̯͇͕̪̐̈̀̓̿̊́͊̅͊͘̚͘̕͜͜e̴̡̎̓̈̏̉̓͒̿͗͋̚̚͝ ̸̢̻̭̻̜̟̩̭̾́̐a̷̟̳̭̲̬̳̮̭͝n̸̦͇̳͔̙̿̌̓̈́̀́͜d̸̻̣̬̫̮̳̮͛̈́̽̆̔͜ ̷̨̭͉̹͋́̋̓ͅȓ̶̥̩̤̭̭ͅï̵͔̳̪͕̫͎̯̼͍̲̾͌̃̔͗̽̔̌̿̚̕̕͝d̴̮͔̻̼̀̔͆̈́͗̂̆̒̒́̐̈͊͌͘͠ẻ̴̦͗͊̓̏̿̽̀̊̚̚ ̵̮̻͓̜̳̟̱̰͍̫̭̽̏͋̔́̈̐̆͛͋̿̂͘̚̚w̸̯̅̊̓ḯ̷͚̘̐́̽͗̓͋͝͝͝t̸̢̰̲͕̟̬̀̌̎̒ͅh̷͓̯͚͔̭̯͚̘̥̞̤̜̭̳̞̟̖͌̾̓̐̀̒́̉̓̓̓ ̸̣̪͍̥̹̈̈́̈́u̷̘͖͑̇̋͒̔̒̀͐͛̒̚͝s̸̛͚̥̫̟̖̺̘̞̰̔͑́̄̓̓̽̾̇͘͝ ̶̧̖̯̼̼̳̫̥̯̝̩͗̄̾̇͊̍͌͑̓̌̾̌̀̚͝͝ͅo̵̪͖̪̐͋̇̄̔͝n̷̢̩̙̜̹͙̙̝͇̰̯̞̬̥̬̯͖̊̔͑͛̿͒̐̄͂͆̂̽̃͊̌̚ ̴̡̧̢͕̬̯͇̯̳̻͍͉͈̤͌̾̋̃͗̌H̷͔͍͙̜̰̣͇͈̋o̸̯̳̳͙͎͈͍̠̱̞͛̀͛͋̔̈́͛͑̅͘͝g̸̡͔̞͖̳̣͙̭̠̹̳̀̎̿̇͒͌̀͝ļ̵͓̘͈͈̟̗̮͈̬̝̑ͅi̴̛̗̓͋͒̏̄̍̄̊́̈́͊ṅ̵̛̛̤͉̥̙̣̱̮̭͉͗͛̓͐͋͂̆͒͘ş̵͚̞̫̫̝̳̪̲̯̞̂̈́̐̈́̂̄̈̊̈́̔͠͝.̵̨̧̭̹̬̜̠͍͇̈̈́́̅̍́͝ ̶̞̿̂̂̋̉̈̋̓͗͘̕͠͝Ẅ̶̛̭̗̻̺̬̫͇́͂̀̏̿̓̈́̑͝͠͠ȅ̴̢̧̮͓͓̘͇̭̳͈̳̳̖͖̺̅͋̔́̏̊̈́̑̿̓͂͌̍͂ ̸̢̡̘̹̜̱͉̲̬̳̫͓͂̄͗͐̓̿͊͊̉͗̔̚ẉ̶͒̿̓̎̾͂̈̈́̄̐̑͠į̷͍̞̱͎̪̮͍͇̰̟̓́̃̓̏̌́͝͝͠ļ̵̨͚͕̹̹̲͎̟̣̞͖̟͖̫͙̋̈̑̋̇͗̊̿̒̅ļ̸̺̯̲͕͓̪̠̘̏̍͊̋̋͗̀͑͐̓͝ ̵̡̣͔̜͈̯̬̪̠̦͚̟̹͌͊̈́̃̐̈́͆̈́̔̓̈́͛͝ͅg̴̡̧̨̪̳͓̺͍͇͕̝̟̹̠̘̏̆́͐̆̔̋͋̀̔̈́̂̓̉͝͝e̴̡̧͚͇̹̼̟̿̍͊͛̈͘̚͘ͅt̷̨̡̬̱̫̪͕͖̬͉̜̓̍̅̀̄͗̒̓̽̊̿͝͠͝ ̵̨͇̮̃̀̏͆̑͝ÿ̸̨̯͚̩̗̝̞͚̥̝́͆̃͗̈́̓͑ò̶̡̨̖̤̺̙̥̳̃̏̏̔̓̍u̸̡̨̥͚͖͙̩̤͚͎̯̬͕̹̘̤͆̿̏̄̊̔̓̊͊͠ ̵̗̞̫̰̖̰͖͈͚͈͋̂͝ͅt̶̥̘̖̪̀͛́͂̐̃̓̓̌̀̓̐h̸̢̨̖̼̲̣̆̑̈́̓̒̈̂̎̀͜͠͝͝ḛ̴̙͚̥̫̠̲̫̩̙͓̅̒̽̒́͗͘͜ŗ̶̨̨̺͎̤̮̩͍̥̙̈́͌͜ĕ̸̹̤̹̬͕̰̯̯̄̃̚ ̵̣͕̲͖͓̘̜̠̞̬͎̼̱͉̙͔͒͐̅̿̚͠ṣ̸̨̯͓͙̦̭̰͉̮͔̃̈́̌͜à̵̜͓͕͎̳̂̃͂͒̓̑̀̀̊̈́̔̎͜͝͠ͅf̵̢̡̨̻̝͈̯͖̬̪͗̈̉͑̌̽́͛͗̒͝͠ͅë̴̢̡̛͍͔͙̥̲̃̑͐̑̚͜l̶̢̝̲͔̩͛̈́̾̔͆̒̈́͠͝͝y̷̢̢͚̦͈̳̝̲̯͑͋̆̑̈́̆͒̅̾̌͒̈͜.̵̼̘͕̱̓̃

It is a long trek to get there. Come and ride with us on Hoglins. We will get you there safely.

T̴̻̳̼̭̼̊͐̀̔̑̅̅̈͛̏͛͝h̴̪̜͈̱͖́́̆̌̌͗͠â̶̧͈̱̖̳̺͕͐̏̆̌̐͒̕ņ̸̨͇̝̭̱͙̻̘͕̺̱͍͋͛͑̐̅̆̔̀́̏ͅk̸͙͎̻̦̘̲̃͛̈̒̓́͜ ̷͕̈́ȳ̷̬̣̱̹͉͇̅͛͒̉̽̉̚ö̵̡͔̘͋͌̐ͅǔ̴͙̭̮̯̲̝͓̟͍̪̓͒,̵̧̛̳̟͖̖͐̅̆͗́͐ ̵̡̧̺͍̦̙̞̣̫̝̣̯̤̔͂́̈́̕c̵̜̿̇̋̈́͑̅̎̒͆̎̇̚̚å̸̤̠̹͉̈́p̵̘͔̬̱̗̯̯̈́̀̏t̶̗̔̓̕ȃ̵̡̢̻̈́̄̄͝ị̶̗̯̞̼͑n̷̻̰̱̖̘̩͙̳̾̓̇̂̆̈͠.̴͖̙̟̞̯̰̩̳̱̟̯̰͓̻̏ ̷̧̺̺͍̭͙̞̣̱̖̤̥̻̈ͅ -

Thank you, captain.

S̸̛̭̤̾̓̿̇̑͒́͑̓ḩ̴̢̢̳̲̜̝̞̩̉͌̄̈́͂̆́̓̋̑͌́̾̓̊̽ͅȩ̴̡̛͈̝͈̹̳͑̉͆̆͆̈́̃͘͜ͅ ̴̛͓͗́̾͑̌͂͂̋̄̏͌͒̈́̔̾͘c̶͖̬̱̹͖̥̗̩̬̮̣̥̜͖̻̔͑ͅͅả̶̹̞ͅn̷̲̦̻̲̞̦̘͖̉̉̐̎̅̇̒̎͒̂̑͆͌̄͗̂͠ͅṅ̴̢̡͙̤̱̳̰̠̲̼̙̱̼̯̬̱͛͆̀̎̔̓́̑̈́ō̷̢̡̹̝̭̼̣͒̎͊̈́̔͑̄̇̾̌̀̒̓͠͠ţ̵̘̰͇̗̤͆̐̒͗͐̒̽̀͐̓͘ ̷̨̨̨̡̰͍̱͍̟̙͒͗̅̀̌̃̾̉͝š̷̺͓̭͉̤̺̭̫̗̲͚̓̾̇͗̒͋̐̈́̏̈́͐̀͆̏͜p̷̠͍̣͚̝͕̱̹̠̤̣̺̒̋͗͆̎̀̽͂͆͝e̷̮̤̻͆̾̑̐̄̈͝͝a̴̲̔͂̔̈̿̄̑̉̊̍̆͌̎̐̓̚͝k̷̡̝͇͎̦̠̯̰̭̜̯̘̯̀͊̌̍̍͂̚͜ ̵̨̛̬͎̤̻̱̮̳̺͌̿͌̎̃̅̍̈́̎͌͗͘͘͝͝͝Ė̶̹̠̻͉̻͉͇̻̜͓̻̥̂̈́n̵̬̖̻̹̟̗̐̉̅̀̿̀̀͑͑̾̚̚͝ḋ̴͖͎͐̿̒̾̀̈́̓͐̐̾͝ḛ̴̢̈́̈̐̊̃̅̚ŗ̵̢̱̥͖̦̬͕͖͖̮̜͎̭͉͍̍̉͆͗̽̇̀̓̑̏̒́̿͛̇̓͐ͅ ̷̧̝̬̻̰͕̝̠̤̣͎̻̮͉͌̿̿͘͘͘l̶̗̻͙̤͙̰̜̪͕̺͕͌̃̈́̀̆͑͌̕͠ą̴̯̜͖̳͕͓̥̬̗̒͑̋͛̑͜͠n̷͑͛̑͊̒̔́̐̍́̉̉́͘ͅg̸̡̠̜͖̪̠͇͍̜͚̭̥̺̻͙̝̈͝u̷͓̮͚͌͋̑͠a̵͍̙̤͗̉͊̕͠ģ̸͚͈͙̞̖̜͎̫͍̥̖̻͈̫͎̰̿e̸̠̞͌̑̓̊̾͌͊͊̌͒̓͊͆̅̕̚ͅ?̸͓͎̝̮̤̜͇͖̖̳̝̹̬͎́̽̏́͂̉̌͊̀̏̚͜ -

She cannot speak Ender language?

N̵̮̠̅ȏ̵͈̳͚̔̓͗,̷̞̹̂̊́̌ ̴̬͉̀̉̍̽û̴̫̪̂̇̈ǹ̷̨̥͘͜f̸̫̖̀̓̃õ̵̘͒̋r̸̨͇̦̔ẗ̷̙̬̭̫́u̷̧̮̹̪̅͋̕n̷̤̘̣̦̏́͝a̶͎̙͎̋̉t̴̰̰͍͈̀͒͠e̸̫̲̟͑̇͗͝l̸͉̬̤̈́̎ͅy̵̬̹͌.̵̣̩̻̏͂ ̴̧̹̜̗̆S̷̺̪̙͇̉͋͂̊h̵̭͆͒̂͌e̷͙͊ ̴̺͂́î̶͙̭̜̋͜s̶͖͚̥͔̍̏̒͠n̵͎̬̮͇̅̚’̷͔̦̼̉t̵̪̤̺̋ ̶͚͇́̈́̚c̷̣̲̰͍̽̎̌a̵̝͎͑͗p̵͍͖̀͊͘a̸̧̘̯̒̒̾b̷̧̬̼̹͊̓l̸̘͖̍̈́̆̾e̴̖̙̒̂ ̷̠̰͂͗̃͌t̸͈͂ő̶̜̙͕̟ ̷͔͉̍s̸̢̜̯̜̊̆́̄p̸̞̳̪͋ͅẽ̶̬̐̋ȧ̴̩͖̞͕͌̾̈́k̶̢͌͂ ̸̊͜͠t̶̟̼̪̍͝h̵͓̠̝̝̊̀̚ḛ̸͙̫̔̋̎ ̴̜̣͂l̵̲̲̾a̶͙͔̤̻͛̈́͛n̴͎͆̊ͅͅğ̵̜̞͌̌̅ü̴̧͍̻͆͝a̸̛̮̼̱̓͌̕ǵ̴̨͠͝ĕ̴̠̒͗.̸̡͓̃̒̋ ̶̦͚͊͜I̵̖̦̯̝̅̎̀͛t̵̜̃̇̽’̷̩̖̞̤̈̕͘s̷̥̯͠ ̴̡̱͂͌̈́t̵̩̪̤͐o̶͉̺̗̞̎o̷̞̤͗̃ ̷̬̲̃̋̓̕c̸̡̩͈̣͌ŏ̵̘͊͊͜m̸̻͊̿̕p̵̢̖̩͎̿͘l̶̫͈̰̏͆͂͝ͅḯ̶͕̼͚̚͠͝c̸͎̞̯̳͂͒̂͘a̶̭̼̣͛ͅt̷̛̟̉͝ȇ̶̲̩̮̿̐͐ḑ̵̙̓̓̏̕ ̴̬̦͕̀̿͜͝f̸̰̩͑̓̈́͒ō̴̯̐͐r̴͕̃ ̶̡̉̓ẖ̵̡̞͖̊͘̕ȅ̵̱̮̦r̶͙̯͙̻̍̚͝͝.̷̨͓̭̫̌

No, unfortunately. She isn’t capable to speak the language. It’s too complicated for her.

[thatoneguy031]

[Cherry snuck up behind Guy as they made their way to Opelucid City, flying as quietly as she could manage. Slowly, she reached for the Samurott's shelmet.]

Ah HAH-

[She attempted to lift it off Guy's head, but it was as though the helm was stuck to his head.]

Wha-?

[Despite her best efforts, Cherry couldn't pick up the helmet. She tried everything just short of using Dragon Dance and tipping him over.

It wasn't like that didn't happen, however; Guy came to a stop, and Cherry crashed right into him. The two of them then bumped into Mx. Suicune, causing all three of them to topple to the ground, like the world's worst set of dominoes.]

...

[Everyone scrambled to their feet again, and Guy and Suicune looked at Cherry with confusion and (presumably) anger respectively.]

Urrrgh... What the heck, Cherry?

I know you can take it off! ...Why is it so heavy?

[The question caught Guy off guard.]

...W-Well, I just like being prepared! [He took off his shelmet himself, revealing that it was filled to the brim with various items, ranging from potions and status-healers to things such as Big Roots, pastries of many kinds, Gems and even a Nugget.]

Sorta been keeping these doodads since I first evolved, and- Oh, I forgot I had that. Anyway, I think all of these can be useful someday, even if I just sell half of 'em. Mx. Suicune gets it.

...And I don't think its so heavy.

[demondads]

[ injury ] sender cleans receiver's wound and patches it up (lcftcult to Sir Pent, using her healing abilities to patch him up!)

Vaggie's trust exercises/warzones were very helpful in the long run. In the short run? They were mostly just very painful, for Pentious in particular. He was actually quite surprised when a total stranger dragged him out of the chaos instead of Angel Dust. Not that he was complaining, considering the headache he had right now.

"Urrrgh... thank you, ssstrange cat demon..."

[princessslut6969]

Cannot BELIEVE--

Just a few weeks ago, Hunny & I just happened to be talking about this ex of his (kinda overlapped with me... but no cheating... not poly/enm yet tho... we were "broken up" for a bit. it was complicated those 1st few months lol) & confirming my glitchy memory that yes they had sex, he was her 1st, it was awesome, & all about it.

She randomly called the other day, "cleaning out her contacts." First sign of life from her in 13 years.

I did yell over, "Oh my god HI!"

Catching up on life, good, good. Not on speaker tho.

He tells me later she initially worded "getting together" as "fourway?" to which was his "UHMmmm..." that I heard. Negatively. Started talking about other things.

Now, she was like, ethereal gorgeous. & she looked up to me. We did actually have a phone conversation one time about pl[tting out on/off time literally splitting him, before any clue beyond the word "open." & other convos about other life stuff. Obvs really liked each other.

Then her super abusive religious family sucked her up outta Philly, took her phone & all internet from her. They quickly found a secret facebook that also got abandoned.

We're so relieved & happy to hear from her. She was so stoked to hear we'd ended up together. She's married now, too, 2 kids & 2 stepkids. Wow.

But.

4WAY.

HUNNY.

Hunny: "Well me & him can go to Dave & Buster's, & you two can fuck."

Me: "Wha- *I* wanna go to Dave & Buster's, too!"

Hunny: "So you & him go, & she & I'll fuck."

Me: "I WANT THAT TOO!"

Hunny: 🤣

URRRGH

Look. I don't know the first thing about this guy - no name, no looks - just 39yo, 2 stepkids, & married her. Idek when or if the other 2 are his. Maybe I won't like him myself. But ya GOTTA at least gimme a CHANCE to see if this can ALL happen. 🥵🥵 At least just once. Come on!

Yes, we're the type that's the devil to r/poly. We're worse than het monos. We're a het guy & bi woman. (Basically. Tho maybe the intersex news would make me more favorable to them, but still not trans either, so wtf knows.) So effectively this has ended up as the dreaded "one penis policy." Which I have agreed to, but also simply hasn't mattered. Cuz god is it just plain difficult to find a guy who I could trust for sex AND trust him to not get attached - forget the true fantasy unicorn of finding a guy Hunny got along with well enough for a hinge triad. I haven't been seriously interested in taking any action with any other guy. (1 mutual crush developing got cut short when we had to move away from Philly ourselves. Never even got to discuss that. 😥)

But THIS is different!

...

At very least us girls will probably get our chance 😏😏

[lins-fandom-hub]

Fictober no. 7: hot chocolate

I’m very behind on Fictober now so I’m just going to try and combine prompts now and hope things work out. Last night I’ve been through some tough stuff that I’m not sure I’m ready to talk about, so let’s just take things easy and hope that real life would get better.

This is taken from @hphm-fictober‘s list.

Prompts: Nightmare, Home

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Cold, slippered feet gently padded through the empty corridors, the white bath-robed figure of a student shuffling by as she headed to the kitchens for some hot chocolate. It wasn’t normally like her to wander the corridors in the wee early hours of the morning, but she never expected to wake up at all in the night--and especially not as a result of a scary, frightful vision in her sleep.

The torches that illuminated the halls weren’t enough to quench the darkness she saw in her nightmares.

Her friends and family, the ones she loved most, laid dead in front of her, eyes glassy and lifeless as they stared into the unknown. It all happened in a blast of light, a sudden shout followed by a bang as loud as a gunshot. Not a scratch was marked on their bodies; there was no sign of a murder.

“How could you?!”

“You left me no choice, dear.” She pointed her wand straight at the little girl, her eyes malicious as they stared down into her own. “Your stupid decisions lead to this. We asked for one, but you gave us all. It was too easy.”

“You--you heartless little--”

“Ah ah ahhhh. Watch your words, Miss Lin. Your tongue could cost you your life.”

“Not if I can help it.” She raised her wand. “Expelliar--”

“Obliviate!”

A flash of white light seared through her vision; it was all she could remember before she woke.

“Clara Lin has no reason to be here this late.”

A sudden gruff voice spoke up as she entered the warm kitchens, where the house-elves were all busy preparing the students’ breakfasts. Wafts of scrumptious pastries baking and soups boiling hit her nose, and she smiled slightly at the little fat elf serving as her boss in detention last year.

“I’m surprised you remember me, Pitts,” Clara murmured. “I’ll only be here for hot chocolate, I swear.”

“Hmph. Pitts has had a lot of people take hot chocolate here,” Pitts said. “They say it reminds them of home. Pitts thinks hot chocolate takes up space here.”

Oh. Clara recalled all too well how Pitts went through so much hardship--more than she could imagine. Pitts was enslaved for a while, after all, and his host family treated him like...something much less than human.

“It brings comfort to those who have it,” Clara told him, gently pulling out a pouch of cocoa powder and mixing it in hot water. “My mom used to give it to me or my siblings every time we had nightmares. I’d make my own in my dormitory, but I’ve run out.”

“Best not let Filch see. He’ll think you’re up to no good.”

“Mm.” Clara nodded, picking up the steaming mug and gently blowing over the rich brown liquid. The scent of chocolate mixed with a dash of milk and cinnamon made her smile, and she offered the mug to Pitts. “Here. Maybe you should have it.”

“Me? Why?”

Clara tilted her head and put the mug beside Pitts. “I know you’ve been through a lot. The least I can do is make something that would give you a sense of what home feels like...and should taste like, too.”

This instantly moved Pitts to tears. He picked up the mug and took a careful sip of it while Clara stood there, unsure of what he’d make of it.

“Mm. Clara Lin makes good hot chocolate,” Pitts told her with a small smile. “It tastes like...home. A real home.”

“See? There will always be someone who cares for you, Pitts--even if you don’t see it,” Clara told him gently as she followed up with another mug for her to drink herself.

“Clara Lin must come back and make more hot chocolate,” Pitts finally said. “And bring more of home here.”

She couldn’t make many promises with the lives of those she cared for most on the line, but she agreed. Admittedly, time spent with Pitts made her feel a ton better, and she eventually returned to her dormitory--surprisingly without being caught by Filch, and with her heart feeling lighter than before.

[silverislander]

ooooooooguhoguh i might be getting my hair cut on wednesday i’m kinda scared :)

[unsmalld]

;;tobey from the first wordgirl shorts is both a blessing & a curse ( playdate is just an Experience can we please -- X, X, & X )

[toweroftickles]

Avatar - Stress Test (Tickle Fic)

Kinda-sorta written for @trrickytickle but also for me 😆

“Ugh; I don’t have time for this shit,” Trudy Chacon grumbled.

The ace RDA combat and transport pilot sat uncomfortably on a periwinkle blue medical bed on Pandora’s research bay. She’d already been measured and weighed and fidgeted around as Dr. Grace Augustine looked into her throat, and her sunglasses did little to hide her annoyed expression. This room…the coolness bothered her. She’d always preferred warmer climates and was much more at home on the field of battle than in a cramped doctor’s office with the AC turned up too high. It didn’t help that she was wearing her tank top and beige hiking shorts for the exam, but she still kept her boots on for the moment.

“It’s only a few minutes once every six months; I think you’ll live,” Grace remarked. She brushed a strand of faded red hair aside and marked something on her digital clipboard.

“Should you really be smoking if you’re doin’ this, doc?” laughed Trudy. Grace said nothing and merely inhaled through her nose before stamping out her cigarette. “I’m not even in the Avatar program.”

“No, but you are piloting advanced helicopters at 200mph in an atmosphere humans generally can’t breathe in. So it’s kind of important.”

In truth, that wasn’t the reason Trudy hated getting physicals. The stethoscope made her jump. Her head involuntarily wiggled when the otoscope touched her inner ear…that was a little too sensitive. But when Grace stretched her arm out and removed a blood pressure cuff, her hand gently grazed the skin just slightly under Trudy’s armpit, which caused the army girl to shudder and bite her lip in a helpless grin. A giggly snort escaped Trudy’s nostrils as she flinched, and to her embarrassment, her reflex exasperated the doctor. Grace hung her head for a moment before glancing sternly back at her patient.

“Are we really going to do this again?” she asked. (If a smoke wasn’t going to cut it, she at least felt the need to jab a toothpick in her mouth.)

“No,” Trudy blurted out insistently. “I can do this. Come on.”

The pilot leaned back, her black ponytail brushing against the pillow, and breathed deeply. Nothing was worse than this part.

Her tank top lifted up. Ugh, just get it over with…

Her whole body tensed. Dr. Augustine’s hands bent into terrible claws, pointed right at her…

All ten of Grace’s sharp fingers jabbed deep into the soldier’s belly…

…and squeezed.

No…no! Don’t giggle! Trudy was thrashing already. The cot squeaked and creaked underneath her.

“VVV-VVVVFFFF, Hhhhhhaha! URRRGH!!”

It was those damn nails…Dr. Augustine’s weren’t long or pointed, but they were just barely sharp enough to burrow agonizingly into the skin of Trudy’s tummy. They were grabbing, wiggling their tips and pressing hard on every inch of her abdomen, moving like big spiders.

“Heheh-Heheh; Heheh-Huhuh Heh! Sh-hit, that tickles; Heh-Heh Heh-Heh!”

“You see? This is why I like plants more than people. They don’t laugh when I do this.”

Why, Trudy wondered, did she have to touch everywhere? Above her hip-bones…her sides…oh god, not underneath the ribs… The sunglasses weren’t just to look cool; Trudy couldn’t bear to look in Dr. Augustine’s eyes. Not when she was tickling her like this. Every prod made the soldier girl jump and want to curl up in a little ball.

“HEH-Hn; Ha-Ha Ha-Ha Ha!! Ckkkggghn, Hnhn!! Gahh, this suhucks!! Hn! I-hit…ffff…it is soho hard not to la-haugh, Huhuh-Huh!”

Despite a thick, multi-layered hide of snark and superiority, deep down, Grace caught herself admitting that this whole thing was a bit funny. Watching a hardened military fighter pilot giggle like a schoolgirl…Grace was frustrated, but it almost made her smile. At least, for a moment.

Trudy felt a terrible grip from a hand’s full set of fingers, all five, chomping down in that tender area just between her hip and her inner thigh, and she couldn’t help it…she yelped loudly and flailed around on the cot, and her boot connected with Grace’s knee before either could think. There was an unbearable pause while Grace groaned in pain…now she was annoyed.

“Ugh…if you don’t hold still,” the doctor ordered, “I’m gonna have to make you.”

Uh-oh. A jolt of fear reverberated up Trudy’s back. Not that…not again… she’d experienced that before and knew what it was like. Her wrists and ankles strapped down to the examination table, unable to move while the doctor’s hands probed her every soft spot…Grace always seeming to take as long and go as slow as possible, just to punish her…always giving her an extra reflex test on her feet…the thought filled the shuddering Trudy with dread as she struggled to hold in her laugh. Her eyes were shut, but she could feel Dr. Augustine smiling at her. Two fingers were rubbing slowly in little circles just below her liver…

“PfffVVN!! Hnhn-Hn!! F-HUH-huck, no, stohop it!” she cackled furiously. Her raspy voice crackled with tomboyish energy. It took every ounce of strength she had to keep from spazzing out.

“Oh, get a grip; this doesn’t tickle that bad,” Grace said, almost teasing her, now unable to hide the grin on her face. She was trying not to laugh herself.

God, why is this taking so long?! Trudy was really struggling now. Her stomach bounced and heaved. She slapped the cot. Her eyes were squeezed so tight she could see the swirling colors of the Pandoran oceans in their lids. But as soon as Trudy sneezed out another forced gasp of laughter…it stopped. The constantly-pulsing room around her slowed to a standstill, and the splotches of color stinging her eyes faded. Her tummy ached from all of her constant wiggling, but the abdominal exam was finally over.

“This isn’t going to be a problem, is it? Hmm? You know if screw up my results, I’ll have to start over…” Grace said, visibly stifling a chuckle of her own.

“*whew*…ugh…gimme a sec…just gimme a sec…” Trudy was positively giddy from the tickle torture.

After a brief moment to recuperate, the pilot soldiered through the rest of it as normal. No issues with her nose or finger reflexes, nor any reactions when the little orange hammer smacked her in the knee. (Though she did chuckle a bit when Dr. Augustine traced the hammer along the back of her knees.) Before she knew it, it was finished.

“Alright, you know the drill; come back in another six months.” Grace’s tone was her usual brand of icy, but a little twinkle of mischief didn’t go unnoticed. Trudy was still trying to catch her breath. Tiny rivulets of sweat dotted her flushed back…she was worn out.

“Heh-Heh…you at least gonna take me to dinner first next time?” she scoffed.

“Just be grateful I don’t show the log video of your check-ups to your meathead squadmates,” Dr. Augustine replied with a devious smirk, hand on her hip. “Wouldn’t want anyone to know how ticklish you are.”

Trudy blushed a little and angrily huffed a strand of hair out of her face. As she sat up, her lighter clicked open and a cigarette popped into her mouth.

“Yeah, screw you, doc.”

Half-serious and half-joking, Trudy stood and walked out as fast as her feet would carry her.

[wonwoosthetic]

MEN.IS.TRASH. urrrgh, that man seriously, the fact that this kind of assault still happens irl make me even more mad. BUT mister Jeon FREAKING Wonwoo can't be more sexier saying no to that pig. I'm sure that if OC stayed her panties would melt, I mean....................

I couldn't blame her if happens 🤷‍♀️

I'll be short in this one because my app is acting weird. BUT I LOVED IT SO MUCHHH URRRGHHHA.

The fact that it happens in real life DISGUSTS me! But yes, Mister Jeon Wonwoo IS THE MAN👏🏼👏🏼Actions like these actually bring me to my knees, so I knew that I wanted to include it😮‍💨

NOT THIS GIF, IT KILLS ME😫😫😫

Thank youuuu☺️☺️☺️ AND don’t worry, this was not the last time misandrist Jeon Wonwoo has struck 🤫

[mxmayor]

Raffles and Bunny enjoy a quiet night at the club, replaying a historic game of baccarat.

[thekrazykeke]

I’m starting to realize how short my works are without smut attached to it. xD Urrrgh. Trying to write is complicated because I crave validation but oh well. Powering through my writer’s block, that is my promise. Maybe I should write for Thor next? It’d be interesting, especially since I never have. 

[travllingbunny]

The 100 rewatch: 2x07 Long into an Abyss

A strong episode that moves the plot along in major ways and has some very tense scenes.

Rating: 8.5/10

It helps a lot that Finn’s storyline doesn’t get featured much, and that Finn is much more likable this time, showing actual guilt for what he’s done. The moment between him and Clarke, where she tries to comfort him: “Lincoln is saveable, and so are you” is actually touching.

This episode has one of the most effective creepy openings: starting out with an incredibly idyllic moment that feels like it’s from some other show, with a young woman enjoying the sunny, beautiful day on the outside, before turning into the horror scene of her dying of radiation burns while desperately begging people on the inside to let her back into Mount Weather. It’s a part of Dr Tsing’s and Cage’s experiment to find out if the blood treatments work – obviously, just for a short while – and they decide to let her die, so she wouldn’t tell about it to Dante, since they’re doing it behind his back. Tsing is firmly established as a completely cold evil scientist, and Cage is also OK with sacrificing their own people if need be, though he was initially uncomfortable with it. 

Cage and Dante later have a not-so-idyllic father/son moment when Cage convinces Dante to go outside courtesy of the treatment and feel for a moment what it’s like, as a part of the plan to convince him to go along with his and Tsing’s plans. Cage says "This is out world, we deserve it". He’s quite a Mountain Man supremacist. It’s that conviction that they’re entitled to the good life more than any other group of people, who aren’t even entitled to not be tortured and/or killed, that’s the main problem of the Mount Weather society. But Dante is angrily refusing to go along, because he’s apparently more moderate or more concerned with morality, or just more hypocritical: "What we've done to Outsiders has corrupted our legacy, I can't go that road any further". So, he is bothered by what they have been doing to Grounders? But he is still doing it anyway? How is that not going that same road? Because he likes the kids and doesn’t look down on them as “savages”? (The Mountain Men never considered assimilating the Grounders into the “gene pool” as they planned with the kids, did they?) Whatever, Dante.

The stakes are definitely raised as what we always could have guessed is confirmed: Cage and Tsing are planning to kill all the kids. We get the exact number of Mountain Men at the moment: 382. Tsing tells Cage they need the bone marrow and they need 8 treatment by a kid, which means that all the 47 kids will have to die. Now, if they had instead decided to not be terrible people for once and not treat other people as cattle, if they had met up with the other Arkers, offered them support and asked them to donate bone marrow, they wouldn't need to kill anyone, because there’s thousands of Arkers out there.

Other developments in Mount Weather include the 47 learning that the Arkers are alive and on the ground, and making plans how to work inside Mount Weather to free themselves – using Monty’s hacking skills and Miller’s thieving skills. Although Jasper has faith in Clarke (it’s so sad that their relationship will deteriorate so much after S2), they are not sure if she’s even alive, so they have to rely on themselves. (This is most info we’ve gotten on Miller so far: he was a thief, and he’s from the Alpha station.)

Meanwhile, poor Harper gets experimented on. Knowing now that she was first meant to die in season 1 of the hemorrhagic fever, it’s so lucky that she got a chance to survive till the end of season 5 and get such a great arc.

But most of the episode is about the tensions in Camp Jaha, where Arkers are debating what to do about the imminent Grounder attack that was threatened at the end of 2x06. Jaha and Abby find themselves on the opposite sides of the argument, which is awkward, since they both think they’re the Chancellor. Jaha advocates that they should leave and go look for the City of Light (oh, no, not a good solution), and justifies this by saying: "This is not our home, it's theirs". Urrrgh. See me roll my eyes. Not that crap, please. Everywhere they go is going to be someone’s “home”, if it’s inhabitable, nowhere is going to be “your home” since you’re refugees/exiles who have spent a century in space, but it’s not like there isn’t enough room for everyone. And hey, Jaha, you’re gonna change your mind completely come season 4! He’s just saying this because he got into his head that it’s his messianic mission to find the COL. Yes, I felt the same the first time when I had no idea what COL would turn out to be.  Abby, on the other hand, is like "I'm not ready to march our people into the desert". Again with the Biblical references.

Jaha’s better argument is that they’re going to die if they don’t leave, what with the Grounders being much more numerous, and if they live, they can fight another day and see what the best solution is then. This is basically the same argument Clarke made in her speech in 1x12, when she convinced the Delinquents to leave and try to search for Luna. But with one big difference: the Delinquents weren’t leaving anyone to die, and this time, leaving would mean giving up on the 47 in Mount Weather – so it’s a definite “no” for Clarke. Unsurprisingly, it’s also a big “no” for David Miller and the other parents of the kids trapped in MW. In one of the most tense moments of the episode, Jaha tries to stage a coup, unsuccessfully, but Miller and Byrne listen to Abby as the Chancellor instead of Jaha, and obey her order to arrest him. (I guess they’ll have to change the name of the camp soon.) Abby declares “I have faith, too, in my daughter". (But the mother/daughter relationship won’t remain that harmonious, with Clarke staging her own successful coup and showing her mom who’s really in charge in 2x11.)

The other big plot thread is Bellamy and Octavia asking Clarke to try to help save Lincoln, which Clarke can’t, but asks Abby to do. Lincoln’s friend, healer Nyko, tries to “save” him by killing him – clearly thinking that mercy kill is the only way to save a Reaper, but there’s a nice payoff to the scene a few episodes ago, when Clarke heard Anya say “Your fight is over” – it allows her to realize what Nyko is doing. But stopping the heart temporarily turns out to be part of the process of healing. And the two plot threads then become one, thanks to Clarke’s quick thinking and willingness to hope and take a huge risk: the possibility of healing Reapers is a big bargaining chip for peace and an alliance against the Mountain Men, which Clarke already tried to make happen by convincing Anya, and now she has to convince Lexa herself.

The first meeting of Clarke and Lexa starts with this exchange: “You’re the one who burned 300 of my warriors” – “You’re the one who sent them to attack our camp”. Thankfully, this is the last time Lexa mentions this, so I guess she must have realized that it’s stupid to complain about people defending themselves when you attack them, and was probably impressed by Clarke’s attitude. Grounder warrior culture respects strength, and Lexa is probably not used to people talking back to her. And this is probably why and how Clarke came to be regarded as the leader of the Arkers for the rest of season 2 – she acted like one, in her determination to save her people, so Lexa perceived her the leader and started treating her that way. Clarke then uses all her skills of persuasion and references Anya to convince Lexa to agree to an alliance against Mount Weather, with the promise of showing her the success of the Reaper treatment through Lincoln – even if she’s not sure that Abby will succeed in bringing him back. The most tense moment of the episode is the standoff that happens when Lexa and Indra come with Clarke to see Lincoln, but he appears dead, and for a moment, everyone is about to kill each other, until Clarke thinks of electro-shocking Lincoln to bring him back.

This is the beginning of the complicated relationship between Clarke and Lexa, and it pretty much sets up the parameters of it from the start: through everything that will happen between them, as allies, enemies or lovers, their dynamic will always be colored by the facts that Lexa has, at all times, the power to give orders to start killing Clarke’s people, while Clarke is determined to do her best to convince Lexa to not kill her people/not let them die.

And it gets additionally awkward when, in the big cliffhanger, Lexa tells Clarke the price of the truce: Finn’s death. I know from BTS comments that the writing staff wasn’t planning at this point to have those two romantically involved (they even didn’t give any thought to Lexa’s sexuality until the writer of 2x09 wrote the part about Costia), but once they did make that decision, this becomes kind of an awkward part of the setup for their romance. In a way, it’s nothing unusual for this show, which really loves developing romantic relationships from messed up situations (I think the only exceptions so far are Marper and Mackson), but “future love interest makes you kill your former love interest” is still high on the unpleasantness scale. What’s even odder is that it’s not even high on the list of the issues I’ll eventually have with their romance – because, in this case, Lexa is not doing anything bad, just following the law, and Finn is guilty.

Regardless of that, at this point my impressions of Lexa were predominantly positive (and remained so for 4 more episodes). She seemed reasonable, calm and controlled, which was very refreshing, since most Grounder warriors were constantly angry and talking about revenge. And Indra was one of the worst at this point. My god, I had forgotten how annoying she used to be – not only was she the Angry Black Woman stereotype, but she was the biggest warmonger at Lexa’s side and was constantly “Kill, kill, kill them all!” The only thing I liked about her was Adina Porter’s performance – she was way better than Dichen Lachman or any of the other actors playing Angry Grounder Warriors. This character has had such a huge character development.

One thing that did always bother me and still does is the fact that Lexa, Tristan, Nyko, Quint (annoying general who goes on to appear in 2x10)… all the white Grounders had such a strong fake tan. Wow, they must have great solariums in Polis! Who would think! And what about their cultural-appropriation-mishmash fashion sense? How did that happen? Did Becca tell her subjects: “I think it would be cool if you started wearing this, and this, and this…”? It makes even less sense as the distorted-English that the Grounders speak, even though it’s been less than a century since the end of the world, and that’s nowhere near enough time for a whole new language or even dialect to develop. But it’s not like anything about their culture and society is remotely realistic – however, overall it’s just a cliché of all post-apocalyptic dramas. The crap with bronzed tans and bindi and dreads etc.? That’s just idiotic and offensive. It doesn’t even make sense in the context of “Proud Warrior Race” stereotypes – I get the war paint, but why bindi and dreads, those aren’t even associated with warriors? If they wanted popular warriors/savages stereotypes, hey, how about Vikings? But nope – they were white, and the logic is “non-white cultures – savages” or something? Uuuum….

But that’s the kind of BS you get used to on this show after a while. What do you do? World-building has never been its strong suit. If I gave lower scores for episodes for that, I’ll have to give low scores to almost everyone episode from now on, so… never mind.

Body count: 1 - Keenan, the Mountain Man girl (and minor character that appeared in a couple of episodes before this) that Cage and Tsing used as an experiment.

[achtung-attitude]

CHAPTER TWELVE: Love Street

Doctors, nurses and nuns file through the hallways of the Love Street General Health Center, providing aid both physical and spiritual to patients sitting or lying on gurneys. Down one hallway, a janitor mops away a speckled trail of blood leading to a ward room. The janitor does not enter this room, nor do any of the medical professionals or people of the cloth.

Inside, Kilo Staples is alone, recovering. Intermittently, he paces up and down at the far end of the room, pausing to glare out of the window. His eyes are clear. WITCH MOUNTAIN’s power has left his system entirely it seems, and anger hangs around him like an aura.

Facing the window, he hears the door to the room open. “I told you I’m fine,” he says without turning around, “If you people ain’t gon’ let me out of here, then piss off!” The door closes, but no doctor or nurse responds to him. Kilo frowns, and turns to see he is, apparently, still alone in the room. SATURN BARZ tentatively emerges, gathering its power in Kilo’s hands. “Who’s there…?”

“IT’S ME IT’S ME!!” comes the anxious reply from a few feet in front of him. Shizuka cancels her invisibility and appears in front of him, clad in her regular clothes now. She giggles nervously, embarrassedly.

“Shizuka?! Why are you…? Why did you have to sneak in? Is someone after you--?”

“Oh no, it’s not like that! I just didn’t feel like waiting around and signing a bunch of paperwork before I could see you, that’s all! Ehehehe...”

“Uh, ok… So what happened?” He clenches his fist, “What happened with WITCH MOUNTAIN?”

“Oh yeah yeah, that’s what I’m here to tell you! I beat her! We won’t be seeing her again!”

“Is she dead?”

“Uh…”

“Did you kill her?” he asks again, insistently.

Shizuka swallows, then says, “... No. We… she ended up saving my life, and we parted ways.”

After an agonizing moment, Kilo says through clenched teeth, “What?”

“Yeeeahh, it’s kinda a long story. But, like I said, don’t worry about it! She’s not going to bother us again, we’re not going to see her again!”

“Bother us?” Kilo whispers, chillingly soft. He steps towards her slowly, “Bother us? She tried to kill me. She tried to make me kill myself. And you just gonna play it cool like that’s all hunky. Fucking. Dory?”

“Kilo--” Shizuka starts to say, until he shoots his hand out and grabs her lapel.

“I told you before, you wouldn’t survive here. You’re too damn soft! Are you just gonna make friends with everybody who tries to kill you?! Is that it?!”

“Kilo, you’re hurting me--” she says steadily.

“Do you know what that cunt did to me?!! She made me feel things I never wanted to feel again! You think that’s funny?! You think this is a game, huh?!! If you think I’m just gonna lie down and be a stepping stone for you to find your mommy, you better think again!!”

A hard, cold hand tightly grips Kilo’s wrists, cutting his tirade short. When he looks, he sees that his hands and half his forearms have disappeared. Only no, they haven’t. He can still feel them gripping the fur of Shizuka’s jacket.

“You need to calm down,” she says, calmly, meeting his gaze. Kilo does not let go of her, but he does not shout at her either.

“I’m sorry,” Shizuka continues. “I understand if you’re angry. If you don’t wanna help anymore, I understand that too. I just… I did was what I thought was right. You don’t need to worry about Moya anymore. She won’t hurt us again.”

They stare at each other for a long time. Then at last, Kilo exhales and releases her. His hands become visible in the same instant. He walks backwards to the window and sits on the sill. Looking to the side, he mutters, “Sorry.”

Shizuka smiles, and trots next to him. “How are your injuries? Are they gonna keep you for long?”

“I’m fine. All they had to do was slap me awake,” Kilo replies, then irritatedly clicks his tongue, looking at the door and raising his voice, “Still gotta pay for the ambulance and the room, though! So much for affordable fucking healthcare…!”

She laughs. “I could pay your bills if you wanted, Kilo. I just need to call--”

“Don’t you say anotha word!” cries a voice, accompanied by the slam of the ward room door bursting open.

“C-KING!!!” squeals Shizuka, delighted to see the rapper standing in the doorway, all nonchalant and cool.

“It’s Jerome, baby. Kilo, brother, what’s this shit I heard about you drowning yourself, man?”

“Nothing,” Kilo replies. “It’s complicated. I’ll fill you in later…”

“Well, your business is your business. I just asked cause I worry, you know? But hey, don’t you worry about no bills. Ya boy’s got you covered!”

“Jerome, you don’t gotta--”

“I know I don’t, but I’m gonna anyway! It’s on me, no big deal.”

“... Thanks,” Kilo says, rubbing the back of his neck. He then glances at Shizuka, and says, “Shizuka, you’re bleeding.”

“What?” Shizuka, who watched the men with a beaming smile on her face, looks down and notices the blood emerging from her sleeve and streaming down her hand and fingers. “Whoa wow! Completely forgot about that!”

She removes her jacket and pulls up her shirt sleeve, revealing the cut on her upper arm. Blood streams dully from it and the flesh around it turns purple and bruised. “I got this in the fight with Moya.”

“That don’t look good. Who’s Moya?” Jerome remarks.

“You should go get that looked at.” Kilo says, chin resting in hand. “Could get infected...”

“Yeah…” Shizuka agrees, embarrassedly, “Good thing we’re in a hospital, right?” She stands, seemingly to leave, but then stops and turns around to bare her wound to Kilo. “You can fix it for me,” she says.

“What?” he asks.

“Re-composition of matter, that’s what you said your power was. Solid to liquid, liquid to gas and back again, right?”

“Well… yeah, but--”

“So, blood’s a liquid. So you should be able to do it on blood too. You can heal me Kilo!”

“What you talking about, girl?” Jerome cuts in.

“That’s not how it works, I can’t--”

“Oh shit!” Jerome cuts in, “she talkin’ about your voodoo thing, mayn?”

“Voodoo?” Shizuka asks.

“Yeah yeah! This one time I got a flat tire on my Lambo and my boy Kilo waved his hand over it and fixed it up! Voodoo shit! Magic!”

“It’s not magic, they’re called Stands!” Shizuka corrects. “They’re a manifestation of your fighting spirit.  I’ve got one too, and I bet Kilo can use his Stand to fix me!”

“Just hold on a damn minute--” Kilo argues, overwhelmed.

“Just give it a try!” Shizuka cries, insistently, “I know you can do it if you try!”

“Alright, fine!” Kilo says, relenting. He stands up and raises his hand to Shizuka’s wound, summoning the hand of SATURN BARZ. He gingerly places his hand over the cut, feeling out the composition of the running blood. Then he acts, exercising his ability, solidifying liquid into solid on a minute scale.

Shizuka hisses in pain, and Kilo jolts back, removing his hand quickly. “Sorry! I tried to… You ok?”

“It’s cold!” she giggles, despite herself, then inspects her arm. “And it’s good as new! See?” she declares, showing her arm. The cut is scabbed over. No blood is flowing, and the flesh around is still purple and bruised.

“Uh, sure…” says Jerome, skeptical. Kilo stays quiet.

“Do you know what this means? Kilo, you’re a healer!” Shizuka declares, delighted. Kilo stays quiet, dumbfounded.

“This is damn bizarre, man…” Jerome says, removing his hat and rubbing his head.

                                                      ***

Later on, as they leave the hospital, Jerome gripes to his companions, but also no one in particular, “So not only was the lead a bust, but we also got a undercover cop to deal with? Aw man, I don’t know about this no more. I don’t need no pig tryin’ to bust me on whatever.”

“Why would the police wanna do that to you, C-King?” Shizuka asks, quizzically. Kilo and Jerome both look at her, but neither of them answer.

“...Anyway,” Kilo says, “We still could use your help, Jerome.”

“A’ight,” Jerome sighs, “I’ll keep my ears open. But y’all gotta do something for me tonight.”

“What do you need?” Shizuka asks, just as Jerome pulls out two slips of paper from his pocket and hands them to her and Kilo. Upon seeing them, Shizuka appears to vibrate on the spot.

“Y’all have just received exclusive official backstage passes to my show tonight at the Santa Monica Pier! Take a load off for tonight and watch me do my thing!”

“Urrrgh…” says Kilo.

“That means you too, mang! And Shizu, between you and me...”

“... What?” Shizuka  asks after he doesn’t continue.

“Lean in,” he whispers, gesturing her closer, “I got a special guest playing with me tonight. Secret special guest. We kept it under wraps for a while now, so nobody but me and the coordinators know who.”

“Who?! Who is it?!”

Jerome whispers in her ear, covering his mouth with a hand. Kilo strains his ears to hear, then shudders all over when Shizuka releases a squeal of excited joy.

“NO WAY NO WAY NO WAY!!” she exclaims, bouncing around in a circle.

“Shh shh, keep it down, girl!” Jerome chides, laughing.

“Even though I nearly died a couple hours ago, this’ll be the best day of my life!!” she declares.

“Uh… ok. Always good to please a fan, I guess.” Saying this, he ushers her and Kilo into his limousine, and they drive away.

                                                         ***

Elsewhere, a stage is being set up right on Santa Monica Pier. In a trailer a short distance away, a woman sits in front of a mirror while a gaggle of make-up artists attend to every detail of her face. There is a white cloth over her head to protect her hair. A ladybug brooch pinned to the jacket is hanging on the back of her chair.

A professional looking woman clad in business attire and sensible shoes steps into the trailer, going over a clipboard. “Are you almost ready in here, boss?”

“Yes, Maria, of course I am,” the woman says, “But I don’t see why we have to do this all now. The show doesn’t start for another two hours.”

“Well, we need to do something with our time. C-King hasn’t arrived yet. He didn’t even show up for rehearsal!”

“Well, then give him another call! If Jerome doesn’t show up, then this isn’t happening.”

“I’m on it,” Mariah says, leaving the trailer. She hardly looked up from her clipboard.

The woman in the chair sighs, and reaches for the table. On it are six bullets, .32 calibre, arranged in a straight line along the edge. She takes all 6 in one hand and starts counting them, absently. “You can never be too early, am I right?” she says.

“Uh, of course, ma’am,” says one of the make-up artists.

The woman waves at them to stop and they recede. “It’s not right.” the woman says, standing up and removing the towel from off her head, revealing pink hair arranged in a large whorl. “It’s not right to keep a star as big as Trish Una waiting, right?”

From where they are, it’s possible to see the Hollywood sign in the distant hills. If one were to squint.

END of CHAPTER TWELVE

[moxiefantastico]

I gotta admit I was wrong.

I've been making these diet friendly personal pizzas lately and my boyfriend has basically been blocking me from eating the whole thing. He says that I need half. Save the rest. Blah blah. Well, he went out tonight so I immediately whipped up some pizza. Long and short of it.

He was so right. I think I'm either going to pop or worse. Urrrgh.

[kiwipharmer]

January 12, 2018

Ranting

“ oooOOooOo Its getting kinda late Ame,” “ ooOoooOoo You should sleep Ame”

WHOS FAULT IS IT THAT ITS 1 AM PUNK!

(ootd - purphoodie, sandals and my black sports shorts)

Todaaay was a daaay. And that daaay, well nothing particularly heckin happened. Ya know, I’ve been a bit annoyed with Geo lately. There’s this game called League of Legends. he’s been getting into it, despite both him and I rage quitting and uninstalling it multiple times. Now that the medication seems to be kicking in, he seems to be able to bare the utter stupidity of people in that game.

That being said, he wastes a lot of time playing that game now. Between the drawings I need to get done, the learning he needs to do now that he’s heading this VR company, and the physical fitness I have planned for him, there really shouldn’t be that much time to be playing video games.

Now, I’m all for taking breaks and having fun to relieve some stress, but that game is a frigging vampire of time. It forces you to play it without taking a break, or else you or your team gets penalized. Even worse, they usually last between 30 - 60 minutes a single game!

I honestly hate league of legends with a flaming passion, because it makes me see the absolute worst in other people. Betrayal, Hatred, Spite, the whole deal. I gave up playing that game because my time can be better invested in other things, and I think Geo should do the same.

I’m slightly afraid he might be playing to ignore the anxiety he feels over all his responsibilities. I mean, I don't want him to feel guilty either for playing games or neglecting his responsibilities, but I want him to be productive at the same time.

... Ya know, I say that, but later today he went back to his pal’s house to fix his machine for free, and that's most of the reason this blog is so late now. I didn't get an OUNCE of drawing done! we had a schedule for this too! He gets the day to do what he wants, and nights are for me to practice my art.

Urrrgh, I don't want to be mad at him for being productive at his friends house, I just feel like he might be being used a bit. That annoys me too. Too many annoying things right now! Maybe I need to meditate or something. I gotta calm down. Deep breaths. Deeeep breaths. Aaaah.

...Peace. Hamburgers. Walnut Shrimp...

I’m hungry.