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Ah, just another day working.

That was the last thought Exavian thought before 0_13 came up to him, chipper as ever.

"EX! EX! Apparently you've got a new student! They're coming in tomorrow."

Exavian raised an eyebrow under their gray and red helmet. "... Any details on who they are yet, or do we have to give them the whole three pages-"

"Oh, three pages, yeah... Anyway, gotta go, catch you later!"

0_13 skipped away.

Exavian sighed, starting to walk off to see where this person's dorm was and such.

Exavian Void was an admin... And a teacher at the DSAI-T (Dimensional School of Admins [nobody knows what the I-T means]). There were four locations of this place: Aether; and then Overworld, Nether, and End in the Dimensional Hub that most Admin Meetings and such were held at.

Exavian worked in the End location because the air was thinner and the thin End air was pretty much the only time Void-dwellers could breathe clearly. The Overworld and Aether had the same stuffy quality and the Nether was basically suffocating.

Anyway, Exavian had now migrated ends of the building and was looking at the dorm list posted to the wall.

Sure enough, there was a new name; Lumi Flicker, dorm 15.

Exavian nodded and set off to prepare his courses. And a copy of the three-page survey this Lumi person would have to fill out.

~~~~~

Xisuma was calmly planting flowers when xeir communicator went off.

<TheRealSquiddo joined the game>

<TheRealSquiddo> guh

<TheRealSquiddo> wut

<joehillssays> Howdy!

<ZombieCleo> Who the heck just joined

Cleo's message was ignored.

<GoodTimeWithScar> yeah, who just joined?

<ImpulseSV> good question, scar

<falsesymmetry> but didn't cleo just ask that

False's message was also ignored by the other hermits.

<TangoTek joined the game>

<TangoTek> i just joined, what happened, i was trying to explain binary encoding to mumbo

<XisumaVoid> Okay, Joe, you're possibly the least hostile of the people online right now, go to spawn and meet the new person. Bring them to the Shopping District and we'll have a server meeting.

<joehillssays> Okie dokie!

<XisumaVoid> Rest of you, Shopping District as soon as possible.

~~~~~

Squiddo rubbed their eyes under her glasses. Of course they ended up here-

"Florence! Hey!," a familiar voice sounded her out of their thoughts.

"Hey Joe," she said, turning to face the hermit.

Joe looked at his communicator before gazing back up at Squiddo.

"X appears to be calling a server meeting, ey? Suppose we should go there?," Joe "asked" Joeishly.

"Okay." Squiddo let herself be dragged by the wrist, hardly flinching when Joe suddenly shot up into the air on his elytra, only tilting their head back so as to not let her sunglasses fall off.

Joe nimbly landed, Squiddo crashing into his legs from behind him but standing up as if nothing happened.

Squiddo adjusted their sunglasses as they noticed someone looking at her.

A guy in a wheelchair wearing a burgundy suit, green undershirt, and a (comically) tall burgundy top-hat to match.

Joe was doing his part to act like he didn't know Squiddo, and Squiddo was also playing along, acting like the confused silly adventurer guy that they acted like around most people.

~~~~~

Before Scar could keep staring at the newcomer, Xisuma hopped down from the crafting table he was balancing on.

"So you're...," xey started, looking at his communicator, "... TheRealSquiddo?"

"Mhm!," they chirped, extending a hand. "Squiddo. Yep, that's me. She/they please."

Xisuma shook aforementioned hand. "Xisuma. Er, just call me whatever, I have nicknames and such and I use any pronouns or labels."

Squiddo pulled back first.

"Now, do you know where you are?"

Squiddo looked deep in thought for a moment before shaking her head.

"Nope!"

Xisuma nodded.

"Welcome to Hermitcraft, then."

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<GoodTimeWithScar created a group chat.>

System: GoodTimeWithScar ---> Scar

<Scar invited Xisumavoid>

System: Xisumavoid ---> Xisuma

<Scar invited joehillssays>

System: joehillssays ---> Joe

<Scar invited Grian>

<Scar invited EthosLab>

System: EthosLab ---> Etho

<Scar> I have gathered you all here today to talk.

<Etho> ... about what. i haven't slept in a week.

<Scar> Hashtag not my problem. Anyway, that new girl.

<Joe> Squiddo? What about them?

<Xisuma> Scar, if this is another incident of you being nosy, I swear to Lord Xelqua.

<Grian> ow.

<Scar> No, no,...

<Scar> Actually, that's a lie, she has a weird presence. Literally as soon as I looked at her it felt like they had this weird magical knowledge.

<Joe> Well, we mustn't talk about her behind their back, that's not really a good thing, now is it?

<Scar> Oh lighten up Joe, it's fine, she has literally no way of knowing what happens in this chat.

<Grian> you'd be surprised...

However, nobody seemed to be listening to Grian right now.

<Xisuma> Scar, I think we should drop it, they might not be comfortable with sharing.

<Scar> Okay fine, but it's still weird! How did she even bypass your firewalls and whitelists?

<Etho> maybe the same way new hermits get on the server? i dunno, i just wanna sleep.

<Joe> I really think we should stop talking about them behind her back.

<Scar> Oh please, how could they access this chat anyway?

Just then.

<TheRealSquiddo joined the chat.>

<TheRealSquiddo> nope.

[GoodTimeWithScar, Xisumavoid, and 3 others have been kicked from the chat! Error message, "don't question it :)"]

~~~~~

Scar blinked at his communicator.

"Okay, so maybe I was wrong...," he mumbled with a shake of his head, putting away the electronic and wheeling himself out of the back of his shop in the Shopping District.

~~~~~

Xisuma sighed from behind his helmet, deciding to go see Squiddo and Joe. Squiddo had been staying in Joe's base for the time being.

Xey shot up into the air on caer elytra, waving to False as he spotted her.

False held up a peace sign back before turning back to building on her base.

Xisuma continued on his way, dodging through the air in an agile and almost effortless manner.

He soon spotted Joe from xeir aerial point of view, landing a few feet in front of the hermit.

Joe simply waved, not even phased.

"Hey Joe, I was thinking we should show Squiddo around?," Xisuma said, standing up straight.

"Yep, yep, sounds good! They should be just out back-"

A loud crack was heard and a glaring purple shot into the sky.

"Oh, looks like she figured out the fireworks I left them with."

... Xisuma simply blinked, pretending to not be both startled and puzzled.

Joe beckoned Xisuma follow him and skipped towards around the back of the base.

The brunette person in question was kneeling in the dirt next to a dispenser that was smoking from the top. Mumbo was next to them in all his mustachioed glory, mouth hanging slightly open and hands frozen in place, looking like he was saying something when the aforementioned dispenser went off. Redstone dust was mixed in with the soil at this point, the handle of the lever buried in the loose topsoil.

It looks like the redstone broke in some way.

... Xisuma blinked.

Joe didn't dawdle on it.

"Hey Squiddo, we wanted to show you around the server? Mumbo, you can come too if you want," he 'asked' Joeishly.

Squiddo looked up at them from across the dusty clearing.

"Sure!"

Mumbo looked down at his hands before back up at Joe.

"... I have nothing better to do, let's go."

Joe nodded with a smile, beckoning the two follow him.

As they were walking out to the front, Xisuma's communicator pinged.

"... Oh gods, okay, apparently Doc broke the laws of physics again and made a hole in the code, catch you later."

The armoured admin nonchalantly waved goodbye and jetted into the air.

Joe waved and then continued walking.

[Insert the tour because I'm lazy as hell]

~~~~~

"And this is Grian's base!," Joe announced, gesturing to the... Massive castle behind him.

Squiddo had to step back to see the whole thing it was so huge.

"... I know I said the others were insane, but this one's especially. This is insane, man, what the hell," she stated, flexing their fingers a bit before putting her hands on their hips.

A thud drew Squiddo out of her thoughts, turning to see the Grian in question. They knew all of the hermits because of the meeting, even if she was more than just a bit face blind.

"You like the base, I take it?"

They blinked behind her sunglasses.

"... You BUILT THIS!? How long did it take? How many blocks did you have to mine? How many times did you have to move it so it's symmetrical and all that?-"

A hand on their shoulder paused her onslaught of questions.

"Squiddo, slow down, I don't think he can answer all those questions-"

"I could if I tried hard enough, I'm sure," Grian replied to Joe for Squiddo.

Meanwhile, poor Squiddo was still gaping, attempting to grapple with the fact that a bunch of random people ended up making these gargantuan, insane builds. They could barely make a dirt hut herself, for the void's sake.

Mumbo, the spoon he was, was simply standing there and observing as Squiddo's expression started to look more like that of a goldfish's while Joe and Grian were bantering.

"... Are you okay?," Mumbo asked Squiddo.

"... Processing, please wait...," Squiddo said in an almost sarcastic tone, still trying to get her thoughts in order.

Grian had turned back to Squiddo.

"If you've got questions, I'll answer them-"

And he was immediately hit with a barrage of rapid-fire inquiries.

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Exavian yawned, stepping into the lobby to come meet this new kid. Lumi, was it?

0_13 waltzed in the front door, dragging who seemed to be a young adult who was significantly taller than it behind it.

0_13 waved at Exavian as soon as it spotted him.

"Ex! Ex! This is your new student, yeah? See ya, I'm meeting 0_05 for lunch."

0_13 skipped away.

Exavian sighed, muttering something about 'just get together already'.

They shrugged and turned to the person who just arrived.

Said person notably had pale skin, black hair, grayish blue eyes that seemed to be a bit darker on the left one than the right one, and was wearing a hoodie of the colour teak. On their chest were two pronoun pins: 'he/him' and 'they/them'.

"So... Lumi, no?"

The person blinked for a second before nodding.

"Alright."

The conversation between the two introverts stilled.

"... Come with me," Exavian stated, starting to lead Lumi somewhere.

They soon made it to the cafeteria that the location provided.

Exavian gestured Lumi sit down on a bench and then placed three pieces of paper and one pencil down in front of them.

Lumi stared at it for a moment before beginning.

~~~~~

Name?: Lumi Spectra Flicker.

Preferred pronouns?: He/him or they/them, idrc.

Species?: ... Human.

Age?: ... 29.

What's 2+2?: Fish, obvi. Whaddya talkin' 'bout.

Family members?: Two siblings (Noah and Maxx), a partner (Marley), and a sibling in-law (Laiko).

Hobbies?: Drawing. Reading (Percy Jackson). Coding.

Et cetera. There's a lot of questions.

~~~~~

Lumi finished fairly quickly, passing the packet and pencil back to Exavian.

~~~~~

0_13 smiled to itself, teleporting up behind 0_05.

0_05 yelped.

"Oh my flucking Lord Xelqua, stop doing that, Mallo."

Mallo smirked, standing beside 0_05.

"And why shouldn't I, Thomas?"

Thomas rolled his eyes.

"Because you could be disrupting something? You do this with everyone. Say, if you popped up behind Eir when she was like, healing someone or something, you'd probably get stabbed with a scalpel faster than you can say her name."

That was, unfortunately, brutally true. Eir, otherwise known as 1_06, was the healer for their division. She, despite the fact she was named after the Norse goddess of mercy, was shockingly rambunctious, brash, and definitely the fighter type. Her harshness made the healing part of her job easier.

Mallo chuckled. "Anyway, enough about that, lunch. There's a new place I wanna go to."

Thomas sighed, adjusting his glasses. "Alright, lead the way then, ya dunce."

Mallo shrugged with an amused smile, starting to walk the two out of the door.

They soon fell into a conversation about... Trains. Okay, maybe they're both neurodivergent Void-dwellers that fell under the transgender umbrella.

As that conversation goes on, I'll explain more about them.

Jesse "Mallo" Ivory, otherwise known as 0_13. It/its/itself. Brown-haired, hazel-eyed, kind of short. Literally the definition of bisexual. Surprisingly quiet and sentimental, just acts like an extroverted and dense goof out of... Self-defence? Not sure.

Thomas Bastion, otherwise known as 0_05. He/him/himself. Black-haired, brown-eyed, tall. Gay as hell. Acts stoic and logical, but is actually an emotional creative that's just in a position that he thinks is too important for "someone like him".

~~~~~

Currently, Squiddo was being dragged around by Joe, being shown the Shopping District this time. They were accompanied by Grian, who was just walking beside the two and bantering with them.

A certain blaze hybrid accidentally set part of his store on fire.

"-Oh, and that's Tango. Hi Tango!," Joe greeted Joeishly, not even reacting to the fire.

Tango waved while panicking over the flames.

Squiddo was as phased as Joe was, just continuing to try to keep up as Joe dragged them by the wrist.

...

And then all of the people currently on any server were kicked to the Hub.

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Xisuma sighed, pulling out his communicator to see the stats.

Hermitcraft's system did that sometimes. Randomly failed after either a normal day or someone did something stupid.

"By Lord Xelqua..." Xisuma sighed.

Grian fell into a wall and went ignored.

Xisuma turned to all of the hermits just awkwardly standing around.

"Who used too much magic or who broke the code again?," xey called over the noise.

The hermits' speaking ceased, all of them looking at eachother awkwardly.

Impulse took an unsure step forward. "Uh... I dunno, I think Mumbo did something, but you can't be too sure-"

"I was right next to Mumbo, he was kind of just standing there," Joe piped up.

"Did Doc do something-?," Zedaph guessed.

"He was flying to my base, I think," Ren chipped.

"Grian-?," Hypno tried.

"Explaining how his base worked," Wels stated.

"New girl?," Cleo attempted.

"Nah, she was being shown around the server," Tango said.

"Did your server code just collapse?," Grian asked Xisuma.

"... I'm sorry, what?," Xisuma said in a tone of voice that clearly suggested he had absolutely no idea what Grian was talking about.

Grian sighed. "Hand me your comms," he said, holding out a hand.

The admin stared for a moment before deciding he trusted Grian and handed it over.

Xisuma could only watch as the blonde, seemingly stupid, supposed human clicked and typed, soon up on a page's interface that he'd never even heard of before.

"Error message 6B 75 64 6F 73 20 69 66 20 79 6F 75 20 63 61 6E 20 72 65 61 64 20 74 68 69 73. Aka, your code gave out because of someone's magic firing up too hard. Who is..."

Grian scrolled down.

"Player ID Cubfan135. Heh."

Xisuma just stared. How in Lord Xelqua's name did he even figure that out?

Cub just sighed. "Of course. Of course it was me. All I was doing was going through a woodland mansion."

Scar chuckled.

Xisuma finally regained his bearings. "... Well then, now we wait for the server to come back online. I betcha word's already gotten to Admin IT."

Little did they know, they'd be standing out there for a while.

Cleo and False had resorted to a staring contest, Bdubs and Etho sitting nearby and refereeing. Doc was just pacing in a circle a few meters away from the other hermits (I'M TRYING NOT TO MAKE A DOC CENTRIC ANGST, OKAY???). Cub and Scar were talking about plants. Zedaph occasionally piped in. Speaking of Zedaph, him, Tango, and Impulse were bickering. By that I mean Impulse and Tango were engaged in an argument and Zedaph was trying to mediate but he just accidentally ended up supporting who's statement he thought correct. Jevin and Wels were awkwardly leaning against one of the quartz pillars dotted around the Hub. Joe and Squiddo were engaged in a drawing competition, TFC (o7) sitting on the sidelines and spewing prompts and also judging the art. Xisuma and Keralis were talking, but Xisuma kept glancing at Grian out of the corner of his eye, as xey were still bewildered from Grian knowing how to use admin links. Grian, Stress, xB, Beef, and Hypno were just casually talking.

Soon, the portal back to Hermitcraft fired back up, Xisuma going through first. The rest followed suit.

The hermits popped out and scrambled off to do their things.

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My friend Lumi tried naming everyone in https://www.google.com/amp/s/ametariu. /post/711913602940125184/amp and called everyone...

Grian: Odysseus

Pearl: Tiresias

Martyn: Random crew member

Jimmy: Polites but he forgot his headband and glasses at home

BigB: Eurylochus

Taurtis(I think that's Taurtis in the back): 600 men

Ah, yes. My EPIC: The Musical and Percy Jackson obsessed friend tried to name MCYTs.

Also, in another text...

Grian: Percy Jackson

Pearl: Will Solace

Martyn: Hazel Levesque

In yet another text...

Grian: Odysseus

Pearl: Eurylochus

Martyn: Polites

In a fourth text...

Grian: Telemachus

Pearl: Athena

Martyn: Penelope

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Squiddo sighed, sitting down on the floor and looking at their newly-registered communicator.

Absolutely nothing.

She groaned and started thinking over what to do with their spare time, when a truly brilliant idea came to her head.

"I'm going to throw myself into the sea!," they said, holding up a finger and taking off her denim jacket.

And so they were off to... Do that.

She made it to the unmarked land of a beach and just kind of... Dropped themself face-first into the water, letting the waves move her around and keep them afloat.

It must've been a few hours of just being out in the ocean when boat noises were heard coming up to her, someone pulling them into the boat.

"ARE YOU TRYING TO GET YOURSELF KILLED‽," the person shouted, notably a Tango of the Tek variety.

"What do you mean, mate? As far as I'm concerned, I'm physically healthy," Squiddo said, pushing up her sunglasses casually.

Tango was clearly not aware they'd spent about three hours just floating in the open ocean.

Tango just sighed and started rowing.

Squiddo tapped her foot to the beat playing non-stop in their head. Yes, she always did that. Music was always floating around Squiddo in bubbles of tune.

Tango was trying not to pay much attention to Squiddo, but the extra presence in the boat plus the added curiosity of what their eyes looked like was too much for him.

"... So... What's with the glasses?," the blaze hybrid asked, glancing back at them.

"Oh yeah, nabbed 'em way back in middle school. Never let go of 'em," Squiddo said, not even bothering to look up (as far as Tango was aware).

Tango hummed in acknowledgement, making the better choice to look back ahead.

"The more you question a person," Tango remembered Joe saying one time while the hermits were out camping, "the more you question a person, the more confusing and terrifying they become."

Tango thought. And thought some more. That's surprising, didn't think he did that often. 

Tango Haze Tek was piecing a few pieces together.

Joe seemingly having knowledge outside what the others do... Squiddo being so casual to just being whitelisted to a completely new server... Whatever the hell's up with Grian...

A barely coherent storyline was forming in his head as he pulled up to the shoreline.

Squiddo stepped off. "Thanks mate!," she called, racing off to get back to her base.

Tango waved until Squiddo was out of sight. He tied his boat to the dock and picked up on his elytra, starting the fly back to the Toon Towers (yes, this is Hermitcraft seven).

He soon made it back to his base, immediately walking up to the room that contained his bed.

He went up to the chalkboard hung on the wall, erased the previous scribbles, and started taking notes.

Meanwhile, with Squiddo, they were bored again. Throwing herself into the sea didn't work because Tango happened to exist, they had nothing else to do...

A truly horrible idea came to her head.

"I should expand my base!," they exclaimed into the 9x9 dirt walls around her.

So there they were. A person who sucked at building. Trying her best to make something.

They changed the walls out to wood and tried to make a roof. She shook her head and realigned it. They shook her head again and fixed it once more. There.

They added a second room on the side. She spent like an hour trying to properly straighten it out. There.

They stepped back and looked at the build she spent at least two hours on.

It wasn't good, but it was their best work. She tried.

This is why they were always nominated the 'certified worst builder' in convention polls, by the way.

She sighed and walked inside.

Notably, it looked better, plus more space, but they still felt like the only 'bad builder' amongst these insane people. Whatever. Remember what Staci taught you about self-consciousness.

She looked at the time, ate a porkchop, and collapsed into bed.

The next morning, they woke up, stretched, chowed down on a random apple she found in their pocket, and started work on the interior and windows.

Admittedly, Squiddo was most proud of her windows. They had decently good shaping.

Now, considering this was Squiddo, most of their time was spent on getting bookshelves in. Bookshelves and a desk and good-looking storage and just trying her best.

A few hours later, a knock sounded at their door.

They flung it open with a smile. "Hey!"

Xisuma was standing on the other side. "Hi, I brought you a thing."

Xisuma produced a jukebox and the music disc Cat out of nowhere.

Squiddo paused then smiled. "Thank you! These'll be put to good use. Cat is my favorite."

"You'd be good friends with Scar."

"Eh?"

"Mayor of the Shopping District. The guy who was staring at you when you arrived the first time. Y'know."

Squiddo was still trying to run her memory.

"Running against Grian's resistance...?," Xisuma tried.

"Oh! Yeah. That guy."

Xisuma almost laughed at how long they took to remember.

Squiddo cracked her neck, picked up the jukebox in one arm (somehow), balanced the disc on top of it, and then gestured Xisuma inside.

Xisuma just didn't question it, stepping inside.

"So, as you can see here, I'm trying my best. Heh," Squiddo said, gesturing to their base.

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Firework rockets were a normal sound amongst hermits.

If you fire one, you're propelled forward in the air on elytra.

...

Something was different about the loud explosion noise that seemed to ring across the server.

Conversations went quiet. Materials were dropped.

People froze in place.

Zedaph regained his bearings first, leaning halfway out the window to look.

A trail of smoke rose from a spot somewhere around the barge in the Shopping District.

Zedaph was immediately concerned.

He adjusted his lab coat over his shoulders and ran out the door.

Upon getting there, nobody was around, and a bit of the Shopping District was in flames.

Ouch.

He quickly pulled out his communicator.

<Zedaph> you guys seeing this??? fire by the barge, come ASAP

<xisumavoid> Oh. Oh that's nifty. Be there soon.

<joehillssays> ... WHAT? Okay then.

<Falsesymmetry> uh-huh. See ya there.

A few more replies of affirmation came from the hermits as Zedaph ran off to get some water.

Not even a few seconds after Zedaph sent the message, Xisuma was darting in on elytra.

A few other hermits arrived, all carrying water buckets.

Most of the hermits were there by now, including Squiddo.

And so, Operation: Put Out the Fire That We Don't Know Where Came From is a go.

Soon the flames were quenched, and Grian stepped forward to mourn the loss of the barge that's been there ever since he started the Mycelium Resistance.

Impulse joined him, but that's because he's concerned about Grian's mental state and didn't want to leave him alone.

(I JUST ACCIDENTALLY CLOSED THIS TAB AND PANICKED FOR A SECOND THAT MY WORK WOULD BE DELETED)

Ren shot a worried look in Grian's direction and kneeled on the other side of the blonde.

xB went home.

Jevin leaned against a wall to watch his partners in revolution.

Etho saluted the charred remains and started walking home.

Stress sat criss-cross-applesauce and stared at the wreckage.

Doc went home also.

Squiddo—who, by now, was an honorary member of the Mycelium Resistance after her days spent on the server—leaned against a pillar and watched with a solemn expression on their face. She'd experienced wreckage where they're from, yes. It wasn't any less saddening when it felt like she played a part in the alliance making, though.

After a few minutes of Grian sitting there, quite possibly seething and also just plain sad that the loss of his beloved barge, he went home.

Impulse watched in concern but parted too.

Stress huffed under her breath, gave the barge one last look, and stepped off to go back to her base.

Ren walked his separate direction aswell.

Squiddo went home.

Later that night, Xisuma was checking the server files when he noticed something.

A new player came on the server before that barge incident earlier that day.

Xisuma was now—officially—in concerned mode.

Looks like even less sleep for the sleep-deprived admin this week.

Or month.

We don't know how long this'll take.

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1_06 set down the roll of gauze. "0_23, you'll be good for now."

"Thanks Eir," said the blonde, sliding off the table.

"Oh— Diana, you'd better not do your weird machinery stuff. Take it easy, lass," subtly threatened the medic, eyes boring into Diana's very soul.

"Uh- okay, alright, I won't overexert myself," stuttered the Ukrainian girl, blinking a few times.

"Hell, I'll remind Daisy to make you take today and tomorrow off," Eir said, turning to her laptop to email Diana's supervisor.

That was just how it was in Eir's office. Designated nurse for the first quadrant and yet the respect she gets...

... Is a lot because everyone's scared of the 5'1 skinny ass healer.

Very loud running footsteps sounded through the concrete hallway of the warehouse.

Eir poked her head out of the door-

"OI! 0_13! SLOW IT THE HELL DOWN!"

Yep. Normal stuff.

Jesse quickly backed out of the hall.

"Mallo, did you get yelled at again," deadpanned 0_05 from where he was standing outside the door.

"Not my fault they can't handle me, Thomas."

"Actually, it kind of is," said a third voice, butting into the conversation. 0_46.

Jesse sighed. "Why are you here?"

"Because you look like you need a second voice of reason," she said, putting her hands on her hips arrogantly.

"Oi, Eir'll bash your head into a pillar if she catches arguing outside the workshop," called a fourth voice. 0_88.

"Oh gods— first Zuri of all people, then Bellamy?," Jesse groaned, facepalming.

Thomas rolled his eyes. "Let's just go, Caleb will probably be waiting for us," the ravenette said, dragging Jesse away by the collar.

Zuri Amaral. 0_46. Blue-eyed, black-haired, clear skin... Picture perfect example of pretty and popular. Actually hates interacting with people and acts like an actual bitch to get people away from her.

Bellamy Kay. 0_88. Brown eyes, blonde hair, perfectly preened wings. Definitely the one that follows the rules the most. Can get very annoying sometimes, but just wants the best for everyone.

Caleb Andilet. 0_04. Green eyes, brown hair, horns, and a devil tail that swings more with stronger emotions. Very loud and is often passed off as stupid, though is very intelligent.

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Like seven weeks on the server. Squiddo seemed to adjust well and even fit in quite a bit, but Zedaph and Tango were... Concerned.

How they moved, her supposed thought process, what they did, her comments on others' builds... Wow, they were strange.

So here Zedaph and Tango sat. In a field. Away from other hermits. Sitting in silence, both too afraid to break it.

Zedaph sighed and started, "so... You've seen how Squiddo acts, right? I highly doubt their name is even Squiddo, in fact."

"Oh... Yeah. On Herobrine's name, I was the one lifting them out of the sea the other day," Tango said, shaking his head.

"Sea?"

"Oh yeah. I found them floating in the middle of the ocean at like 5 o'clock PM a few days ago. Just laying. I lifted them into my boat. They're kind of like Etho! I wonder if they've interacted yet. The sunglasses situation is kind of like the mask," Tango said.

"So we can both agree Squiddo's strange," Zedaph concluded, leaning back on his hands.

Tango hummed in agreement, laying on the grass.

Zedaph smiled and poked him in the shoulder a few times. Tango jokingly swatted his hand away.

The two ended up sharing bits of conversation and laying there for the next hour or so, before they parted to go carry about their errands elsewhere.

All in all, another normal day on Hermitcraft.

リ𝙹ℸ ̣ ⎓𝙹∷ ꖎ𝙹リ⊣, ᑑ⚍╎ℸ ̣ ᒷ !¡𝙹ᓭᓭ╎ʖꖎ||.

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Basically, as is probably apparent by this point, I'm very bad at sticking to a single project.

I'm trying to rewrite this now because I'm better at coherently stringing together my thoughts.

I will be posting it on my profile, so stay tuned or something.