technos-mailbox

[technos-mailbox]

Doc,

Be careful. You don’t want your loved ones caught in the crossfire.

Technoblade.

[Had he messed up by telling him? Yeah, he was definitely asking Grian about this Doc guy.]

A letter is sent your way. It smells faintly of swamp water and redstone dust.

Technoblade,

You strike me as someone who knows how to spark true fear in the eyes of your enemies.

How would one go about keeping a reputation such as yours without hurting the ones they love?

Asking for a friend.

– Docm77, God of Automated Terror.

[Hm? DocM77, perhaps some guy from another server?]

Doc,

Thank you.

It’s difficult. People know I’m dangerous, that if they mess with me, there are consequences. If the people I love aren’t on my side, then there are no issues with hurting them, and if they are on my side, then they don’t need to be hurt at all.

It’s important to be strong on a server like mine, where do you live that needs people to fear you?

Technoblade.

[technos-mailbox]

Docm77,

Hah- mailing themselves? How strange.

Well, thank you, my potato farm is very cool.

Hm. I’m not sure what will work for you, however withers seems to do the trick for me. I am also ‘The Blood God’, which I’m sure helps, although the divinity comes with a cost. You say people call you the God of Automated Terror? That’s quite the title, I’m surprised ‘nobodies’ are willing to mess with you.

But, yeah, Withers and a sick crossbow make them fall into line.

Technoblade.

[Hermitcraft was where Phil’s brother was? He’d always heard it was a peaceful place, he’d have to question Phil or his brother about it at some point.]

A letter is sent your way. It smells faintly of swamp water and redstone dust.

Technoblade,

You strike me as someone who knows how to spark true fear in the eyes of your enemies.

How would one go about keeping a reputation such as yours without hurting the ones they love?

Asking for a friend.

– Docm77, God of Automated Terror.

[Hm? DocM77, perhaps some guy from another server?]

Doc,

Thank you.

It’s difficult. People know I’m dangerous, that if they mess with me, there are consequences. If the people I love aren’t on my side, then there are no issues with hurting them, and if they are on my side, then they don’t need to be hurt at all.

It’s important to be strong on a server like mine, where do you live that needs people to fear you?

Technoblade.

[technos-mailbox]

A letter is sent your way. It smells faintly of swamp water and redstone dust.

Technoblade,

You strike me as someone who knows how to spark true fear in the eyes of your enemies.

How would one go about keeping a reputation such as yours without hurting the ones they love?

Asking for a friend.

– Docm77, God of Automated Terror.

[Hm? DocM77, perhaps some guy from another server?]

Doc,

Thank you.

It’s difficult. People know I’m dangerous, that if they mess with me, there are consequences. If the people I love aren’t on my side, then there are no issues with hurting them, and if they are on my side, then they don’t need to be hurt at all.

It’s important to be strong on a server like mine, where do you live that needs people to fear you?

Technoblade.

[technos-mailbox]

“That was my accessories, thank you. I think you’re just going deaf.”

[He snipped back with a smile.]

[her foundation had all but disappeared, which wasn’t good considering there was a syndicate meeting. It didn’t matter when she was a he, and had facial hair, but she couldn’t shift to hide her vitiligo, which was obvious when she was smooth faced, if she had her wings hidden, which she was doing because the dress she had on didn’t have holes, nor did she want to make them. So now it was a matter of where the hell was her foundation?!]

[technos-mailbox]

[He recentred the skull.]

“Yep, sounds good.”

[And he stretched his arms above his head, bones giving a quiet rattle.]

[her foundation had all but disappeared, which wasn’t good considering there was a syndicate meeting. It didn’t matter when she was a he, and had facial hair, but she couldn’t shift to hide her vitiligo, which was obvious when she was smooth faced, if she had her wings hidden, which she was doing because the dress she had on didn’t have holes, nor did she want to make them. So now it was a matter of where the hell was her foundation?!]

[technos-mailbox]

“How long until the meeting?”

[He asked, finally drawing himself away from the interesting objects and back over to Phil.]

[her foundation had all but disappeared, which wasn’t good considering there was a syndicate meeting. It didn’t matter when she was a he, and had facial hair, but she couldn’t shift to hide her vitiligo, which was obvious when she was smooth faced, if she had her wings hidden, which she was doing because the dress she had on didn’t have holes, nor did she want to make them. So now it was a matter of where the hell was her foundation?!]

[technos-mailbox]

“I’ll let you know what he thinks.”

[Technoblade was now looking around for an alternate source of entertainment, peering at Phil’s belongings and poking about.]

[her foundation had all but disappeared, which wasn’t good considering there was a syndicate meeting. It didn’t matter when she was a he, and had facial hair, but she couldn’t shift to hide her vitiligo, which was obvious when she was smooth faced, if she had her wings hidden, which she was doing because the dress she had on didn’t have holes, nor did she want to make them. So now it was a matter of where the hell was her foundation?!]

[technos-mailbox]

[He huffed.]

“Steve deserves a mask, I’ll make him a mask at some point then.”

[her foundation had all but disappeared, which wasn’t good considering there was a syndicate meeting. It didn’t matter when she was a he, and had facial hair, but she couldn’t shift to hide her vitiligo, which was obvious when she was smooth faced, if she had her wings hidden, which she was doing because the dress she had on didn’t have holes, nor did she want to make them. So now it was a matter of where the hell was her foundation?!]

[technos-mailbox]

“Mmm, fair enough.”

[He nodded, satisfied with that answer.]

“If you did want a mask that matched the dress, I could make you one?”

[He offered.]

[her foundation had all but disappeared, which wasn’t good considering there was a syndicate meeting. It didn’t matter when she was a he, and had facial hair, but she couldn’t shift to hide her vitiligo, which was obvious when she was smooth faced, if she had her wings hidden, which she was doing because the dress she had on didn’t have holes, nor did she want to make them. So now it was a matter of where the hell was her foundation?!]

[technos-mailbox]

“What’s it like, being genderfluid?”

[He asked bluntly, the concept of sensitively asking was simply foreign.]

[her foundation had all but disappeared, which wasn’t good considering there was a syndicate meeting. It didn’t matter when she was a he, and had facial hair, but she couldn’t shift to hide her vitiligo, which was obvious when she was smooth faced, if she had her wings hidden, which she was doing because the dress she had on didn’t have holes, nor did she want to make them. So now it was a matter of where the hell was her foundation?!]

[technos-mailbox]

“Oh.”

[That was- nice. He didn’t hear that often.]

“I- uh, thank you.”

[He eventually spluttered out. Compliments on his battling were frequent, he was used to being reduced to a weapon, but compliments on his knowledge? And Phil even appreciating it??]

[her foundation had all but disappeared, which wasn’t good considering there was a syndicate meeting. It didn’t matter when she was a he, and had facial hair, but she couldn’t shift to hide her vitiligo, which was obvious when she was smooth faced, if she had her wings hidden, which she was doing because the dress she had on didn’t have holes, nor did she want to make them. So now it was a matter of where the hell was her foundation?!]

[technos-mailbox]

“Just- talking about health. Nothin’ special. Make sure to take the makeup off after the meeting though.”

[He averted his eyes sheepishly.]

[her foundation had all but disappeared, which wasn’t good considering there was a syndicate meeting. It didn’t matter when she was a he, and had facial hair, but she couldn’t shift to hide her vitiligo, which was obvious when she was smooth faced, if she had her wings hidden, which she was doing because the dress she had on didn’t have holes, nor did she want to make them. So now it was a matter of where the hell was her foundation?!]

[technos-mailbox]

“Hopefully. Just careful to wash it off when you get back as it’s likely expired and-“

[He cut himself off.]

“Use it. Ignore me.”

[her foundation had all but disappeared, which wasn’t good considering there was a syndicate meeting. It didn’t matter when she was a he, and had facial hair, but she couldn’t shift to hide her vitiligo, which was obvious when she was smooth faced, if she had her wings hidden, which she was doing because the dress she had on didn’t have holes, nor did she want to make them. So now it was a matter of where the hell was her foundation?!]

[technos-mailbox]

[Techno was still pattering after Philza.]

“Good, wouldn’t want you chopping your wings off.”

[her foundation had all but disappeared, which wasn’t good considering there was a syndicate meeting. It didn’t matter when she was a he, and had facial hair, but she couldn’t shift to hide her vitiligo, which was obvious when she was smooth faced, if she had her wings hidden, which she was doing because the dress she had on didn’t have holes, nor did she want to make them. So now it was a matter of where the hell was her foundation?!]

[technos-mailbox]

“That’s good, hope the infection clears up soon then,”

[Techno wasnt entirely sure if Phil was lying, but he wasn’t about to question it right now.]

[her foundation had all but disappeared, which wasn’t good considering there was a syndicate meeting. It didn’t matter when she was a he, and had facial hair, but she couldn’t shift to hide her vitiligo, which was obvious when she was smooth faced, if she had her wings hidden, which she was doing because the dress she had on didn’t have holes, nor did she want to make them. So now it was a matter of where the hell was her foundation?!]

[technos-mailbox]

“Gotten any worse?”

[He prompted further.]

[her foundation had all but disappeared, which wasn’t good considering there was a syndicate meeting. It didn’t matter when she was a he, and had facial hair, but she couldn’t shift to hide her vitiligo, which was obvious when she was smooth faced, if she had her wings hidden, which she was doing because the dress she had on didn’t have holes, nor did she want to make them. So now it was a matter of where the hell was her foundation?!]

[technos-mailbox]

“Yeah, that meeting.”

[He trailed after Phil.]

“How’s ya wing been, by the way?”

[her foundation had all but disappeared, which wasn’t good considering there was a syndicate meeting. It didn’t matter when she was a he, and had facial hair, but she couldn’t shift to hide her vitiligo, which was obvious when she was smooth faced, if she had her wings hidden, which she was doing because the dress she had on didn’t have holes, nor did she want to make them. So now it was a matter of where the hell was her foundation?!]