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▷ BOLD ANY FEAR WHICH APPLY TO YOUR MUSE, ITALICIZE WHAT MAKES THEM UNCOMFORTABLE

Tagged by: @bermudaxbound (you oversized weevil)

the dark. fire. open water. deep water. being alone. crowded spaces. confined spaces. change. failure. war. loss of control. powerlessness. prison. blood. drowning. suffocation. public speaking. natural animals. the supernatural. heights. death. dying. intimacy. rejection. abandonment. loss. the unknown. the future. not being good enough. scary stories. speaking to new people. poverty. loud noises. being touched, the cold

Tagging: @michaelgno1 honestly anyone who wants to do it too, I blame @bermudaxbound for tagging most others I could think of

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michaelgno1-roleplay:

*takes a look at the biome around them, curious as to what Herobrine was waiting for and surprised by the amount of time he waited*

“Your really patient aren’t you? For an entity that’s been around for so long it must come naturally I take it?”

*sits down beside him, listening to the natural sounds occurring around them. It helps to soothe michael down as he thinks things through*

“I was wondering… Since i’m still learning what it’s like to be a brine would it be alright for me to stay and serve you? The truth is, I enjoy your presence, your always so calm and thoughtful and you remind me of my master in various ways. I could learn a lot from working with you and you wouldn’t need to pay me for it either. Plus you look like you could use a helping hand, i’d be honoured to stand by your side master.”

*looks into the water at their reflections, as well as fish swimming by underneath*

“Of course, your probably used to being alone and I’m not native to this server. If you would allow it I’ll do my best not to let you down!”

“It comes with the territory,” he murmured, looking up into the sky. Scanning for any sign of smoke. Or shouting.

There had been nothing out of place, as of yet. Just silence. No ripples, unless what he was waiting for had slipped under his radar. Which was quite likely, given the trend of his...brother’s activities. He would have to do a more discreet scan later on. 

Preferably with Michael not hanging around, if that was possible. He’d rather any outside interference be limited, with less chances of the problem spreading. But dooming the former servant back to a life of perpetual wandering was not something appealing. Especially after he had been so close to one of the entity’s kind - with Michael’s especially close proximity, he was something to keep an eye on. 

He let the silence envelop the both of them for a moment, weighing the options. 

“ I personally don’t think I require a constant servant, nor am I a teacher about how to...exist.” he eventually said. Raised a hand, halting the other when it looked like he was about to speak. “But I would not mind if you choose to stick around, though do not expect me to give many instructions.”

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Had he been inclined to display such behaviours, he would have shrugged. But as it was he simply kept quiet and listened.

“No,” he said. “It simply is a fact.”

When he had first stumbled across the players, the system had been going on for millennia. And he had initially thought that he had found creatures like himself. And for a while they thought that he was just an odd-looking player, learning to live. But that was not true. Peace between the them did not hold for too long - certain whispers eventually cast him as a powerful demon, a messenger of chaos. And he left. That was the only practical solution. 

But even when he walked with the players he could not seem to participate in their activities fully. Despite being surrounded, there was still an abyss none could, or was willing to cross.

This was possibly to his detriment as well as benefit - the resultant reputation was a two-edged sword now, much like how his...alternates were perceived - something to be left alone out of fear and respect. Mostly fear. But that was also partly due to the actions of several others.

But he kept his silence.

“It is fine,” he said, nodding impassively at Michael. “There is no problem in that. And to answer your question, for at least three hours. I’ve been waiting for something, but it might not come to pass.”

*tilts his head in surprise at Herobrine’s words, trying to understand him*

“You aren’t bothered about being alone? It’s just a part of your life? I used to be all alone too, tortured by players and mobs everyday of my life…”

*recalls all the times he was attacked, suffered and tormented by mobs and players and shivers*

“That was until my master took me in, from that point on we protected the server from anything that would harm it. I felt safe with him being there, his presence was reassuring.”

*takes the time to think about his master*

“He isn’t the evil, murderous entity players make him out to be. He may not understand or experience emotion well but for a being made of code he’s really nice to be around. Just don’t break his rules and he won’t be an issue.”

*realises he’s going on about his missing master and panics a little*

“Sorry sir! It’s nothing you need to concern yourself about, this is my problem to fix not yours! So tell me, how long have you been here for?”

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michaelgno1-roleplay:

*the fish swimming by along with Herobrine’s words broke the silence between them, he looks up to him and answers in hesitation*

“…Nothing at all sir. He didn’t mention going away anywhere, when I got home there was no trace of him whatsoever. I don’t think he’s completely gone but at the same time I have no idea where he is.”

*takes a moment to think about his current situation*

“Still… maybe it’s not just a coincidence. He may be testing my ability to work without his assistance. If I depended on him forever i’d be nothing without him.”

*faces Herobrine with a faint smile*

“How do you manage on your own sir? Is it hard?”

Hiding then. A mild break, perhaps? Or seeking refuge from something? He wasn’t sure. But he knew he was overthinking things. Or perhaps he wasn’t, with the current set of circumstances that he was facing. What was to say the other did not extend his reach to other systems?

The fish in the river made “blob-blub” noises, returning his attention to Michael’s predicament.

But to leave Michael alone without warning the other did not find an entirely benign purpose behind. He had not inquired much about Michael’s missing master, but from what he could gather, the alternate was a less than pleasant personality to be around at times. Perhaps it was just a normal course of action for the other to take. He wasn’t the one to judge.

“Perhaps,” he said simply, squatting down. Watching the river flow past. “Independence is a valued trait, from what I know.”

But when Michael asked him about himself, he was silent for a while.

“I...For most of existence, just went about my own business,” he eventually spoke. “There was nothing else. It’s simply routine for me.”

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@michaelgno1-roleplay (Original post)

Under the river’s surface, a fish swam by, briefly breaking up any reflection.

While he waited, the entity thought. Letting himself think about the world. The system. What pattern was there to the other’s actions? Where was he going to appear next… A two-hundred block radius around the last site? Or getting near the player settlements? It was exasperating, trying to get into his head.

But his thoughts were interrupted with Michael’s words. 

“He vanished? Without a trace?” Such a disappearance was unheard of, but his relative isolation meant that occurrences like this might have just slipped his notice. “No warnings?”

Were they related, these events? That could have been a possibility.

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The signs were more widespread than he had guessed - how deep had the other sunk his roots into the system by now, if he wasn’t able to locate and get rid all of signs of the intruder? Some of the totems and statues were ancient monuments, dug up by curious explorers, and the most he did was to commit them back to the grounds. The newer ones, however, required some iconoclasm. 

And the fires. Some of the players did accidentally cause a few forest fires, but the ones he popped up refused to be extinguished unless he dealt with them personally.

“They’re young. They’ll learn respect and fear.” And hopefully later than sooner, but with the signs piling up daily there was a mounting suspicion that it would not be the case. A confrontation with Him was in his future, and though an entity like him did not actually feel, there was something akin to mild dread shooting through his mind.

“As I said, it depends on their speed of development,” he sighed, floating down from the edge of the cliff and landing softly on the river bank. “Too fast and they’ll all collapse under their own progress.”

“I wonder. How have you been?”

"Hello sir, it's been a while. How are things going for you, has the crater mess caused any issues? Are players giving you a hard time, i'd love to help you cause chaos if your into that..."

“It’s been quiet.”

“The crater’s been fixed. It doesn’t seem to be a symptom of anything insidious.” A lie. There have been the odd fires and totems popping up here and there, with no sign of player interference. And they were arranged in such a pattern that signified a certain intelligence.

“And the players themselves? Slowly thriving, though there were a few areas where they were rather irresponsible.” The trees, for one. And filling in a couple of lakes. Developing without keeping it in check. “If necessary, I think I’ll be breaking a dam to slow them.”

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"Hello sir, it's been a while. How are things going for you, has the crater mess caused any issues? Are players giving you a hard time, i'd love to help you cause chaos if your into that..."

“It’s been quiet.”

“The crater’s been fixed. It doesn’t seem to be a symptom of anything insidious.” A lie. There have been the odd fires and totems popping up here and there, with no sign of player interference. And they were arranged in such a pattern that signified a certain intelligence.

“And the players themselves? Slowly thriving, though there were a few areas where they were rather irresponsible.” The trees, for one. And filling in a couple of lakes. Developing without keeping it in check. “If necessary, I think I’ll be breaking a dam to slow them.”

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he grump,,

(p.s it’s transparent!)

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Gelatina de limón? O es un Slime :3

Lemon Jelly?

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reversal

Nothing occurred. Stillness laid regnant over the region, and was mostly undisturbed save for the signs of life that biomes exhibited under normal circumstances, with wolves huddled up with one another in search of warmth, but shying away from the entity’s path as he moved closer. Under his feet, the grass flourished slightly, turning a more vivid green when they felt the heat he emanated.

By his side a pickaxe swung, impossibly humming a high note as it cut through the air. He was not sure if he would need it, however, but times demanded it, and it served as an effective ward of sorts. But he would rather use his own blank expressions if possible, to force deference.

The night sky sparkled brightly, with the moon casting a sliver of light on the taiga, throwing up odd shadows that seemed to shift under his gaze. But they were harmless, mostly harmless, for they did not have any dark intentions of their own, and simply were just masses of dark. What hid in them, however, was more of a concern, but not his.

Not at the moment. The entity couldn’t help wonder, however, about the feeling that he was being watched by a familiar presence.

He suddenly turned around, eyes flashing, axe whining as it scorched through the air in a dangerous arc.

Nothing.

But he could hear mocking laughter fading away into the distance, and its originator, when he checked a bit later, left his traces in the coding, a mess of ASCII and corrupted code.

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michaelgno1-roleplay:

*begins placing stone over the crater, taking the opportunity to get a really good look at the scars left by the object that slammed into the ground. As he works away he turns to notice Herobrine watching him*

“Am I doing this right master? I wouldn’t mind a bit of help with this, the restoration should go faster if we do it together. We can focus on more pressing matters like locating the source of the crater.”

“If you still have doubts about my loyalty i’m happy to prove myself to you again.”

The entity quickly turned around when Michael asked him the question, the brief flash of emotion being wiped away almost instantaneously, back to his normally impassive state. But appearances could be deceiving - the cold fire inside him was spitting sparks in the darkness and sooner or later, someone would have to burn.

He dropped down to the crater where Michael was making progress, letting gravity take him for a moment for a speedier journey. He supposed that Michael deserved it, but as for finding the crater’s source.

“Here,” he muttered, spreading his hands open. “Let me.”

The codes that made up the files/servers/worlds was somewhat pliable, to a certain extent. It did not allow him total, exact restoration of the entire area - entropy still had power here, but he could conjure up the necessary particles to help restore the area. It would not be the same as the undisturbed area, but it would mix well with its surroundings.

Small white flames crept around his hands, and formed multicoloured block-shaped particles that swirled around between his palms in a vortex. Glimpses of lava, ores and variously coloured rocks could be seen as the entity switched through a colourful palette, with a look of mild concentration. Eventually the particles settled, taking on the form and coloration of stone as it did so, and as the entity spread his arms wide in one fluid motion, a few rows of the crater’s epicenter began to fill, increasing the size of the solid stone floor to some degree.

“The source...” he murmured, directing another gesture at a bare area of bedrock. “I might want to deal with that alone, unless circumstances dictate otherwise.”

“Your loyalty is...appreciated, but this might be too much of a risk.”

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Starter call

((back. Japan was fun. Like for a starter.))

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michaelgno1-roleplay:

“In that case let me begin to cover the bedrock and make preparations for the hill. It’s unsettling, this alien crater coming out of nowhere. The players must not find out about this mess…"

*goes down and begins to make repairs to the crater as Herobrine does his thing among the treetops*

“If all goes to plan, they won’t.” And if he managed to deal with ... him quickly before the damage inflicted began extending to the psychological, not just the physical, and scorched the minds of everyone in the vicinity.

The last time took at least three centuries for the scars to be fully healed, but left decimated populations of villagers and players scattered around. It was only recently that some semblance of civilisation was slowly returning, with certain people grouping together in a longhouse.

Speaking of which, he was going to have to ensure that his own brand of chaos did not grow out of hand. His gaze rested just a fraction of a second on Michael, then continued onto the bush where the strip of cloth was. It was getting to him. He dropped down, gently, onto the ground and picked it up.

It was going into a pool of lava later. If it even could be destroyed.

The cloth was crumpled up and shoved into his pocket. Despite it being as ordinary as it could be (aside from potential indestructability), it burned.

It was not a welcoming heat.

He supposed he had to supervise Michael.

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Each of the entity’s copies had mysteries of their own, it seemed, ranging from Tunguska-like events, to being haunted by even larger shadows, from the void beneath to their own past. It was almost obsessive, when he thought about it, as if they were desperately, stubbornly grappling with a need for their existence to mean something.

If that shred of blue cloth (so blue, as blue as the ocean and the sky mixed together) and the almost perfectly round crater was any indication, one of his own mysteries was about to rear its ugly head once again.

Distractions. Restoration first, preparations later. He blinked.

“Layer by layer,” he muttered in response, ascending over to a treetop. “Though in this case it will need some tweaking. At least the bedrock wasn’t compromised. ”

The lava springs would need to be sealed, and the cavern would have need to be made narrow instead of alarmingly expanding outwards as a player explored it.

“The landscape won’t be the same after this incident either,” he added. “A small hill would hide most of the damage.”

*floats off the ground to get a better view of the crater, apart from the pools of water beginning to form there doesn’t appear to be anything else of interest*

“I did ask my master when he told me that story but he never answered my question. Perhaps he didn’t know what it was or he did and decided to keep it secret.”

“Either way, repairing your world is of vital importance. Do you place down dirt and stone or is there a special method you use sir? May I be able to assist with the repairs or help you in any way?”

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Materials strong enough to affect beings of his ilk? “Worrying” would be a good word to use for that, but would still be considered an understatement of some degree. Though each version varied in terms of power and skills, the consensus was that should one be angered to an extreme degree it would have been better for the irritant to try and swim in some lava.

The rain continued to fall, forming small streams and pools of clear water, washing away chunks of the devastation. 

But that was the other’s problem, not his currently, unless certain things out of either one’s control were making their influence felt. 

“Did he find out what that was?” the entity asked, as he looked around once again. There was something he knew he had missed, something that he had not paid full attention to when he was surveying the damage. The other was correct, there would definitely be traces of whatever - whoever - created the crater that now scarred the face of the earth. 

A fluttering movement caught his eye, from up above the southern lip of the crater. A shred of blue cloth, caught on a bush. Perhaps deliberately. The entity’s eyes narrowed at the sight. 

“To answer your question, there might have been.”

michaelgno1-roleplay:

*Spawns on the server, detecting Herobrine he goes straight to him*

“Hello sir, I came to see how you were doing… Woah that hole is huge, are you alright?”

The rainwater impacted the entity as it poured down from the massed clouds, but he was not damp, nor even the least bit wet. In fact, if someone were to touch him, the slightly oppressive heat radiating off him would have deterred any continued attempts at doing so. It was not that he burned, but was simply warm, warm enough to put someone off balance. The cold water did not dampen his powers too much, but the effect was noticeable enough, giving him the impression that he was somehow walking on his toes.

His eyes, normally bright enough to simply indicate his true nature, flared up briefly when he felt the sudden intrusion that snaked through the lines of code. He relaxed, however, when the identity of the intruder registered - it was simply Michael. The odd one that professed to be a servant or an emissary of sorts, from another Herobrine. But how much of that was true? Sometimes consulting the patterns of the world with Michael present gave results for him to ponder on…

But the servant was not the main issue currently, though he was arguably a complication now. The main issue, the crater, and its cause (or causes - jumping to logic was hazardous, though the entity had a firm idea of who, or what did it) would have been much easier to deal with had Michael not shown up, but even then it would have been rather tough to settle without foreign influence. The last time such a situation occurred was not pleasant.

He ignored the other’s concern and paced around the crater, surveying the damage. It was extensive, but it did not blow the bedrock and totally wipe out the caverns beneath the topsoil. Something to be thankful for, perhaps, with less work needed to be put in.

“I…am.” he said at last. “Taken aback, partly, but otherwise…” 

He waved a hand at the devastation. “Everything needs to be worked back, but with the damage it won’t be the same.” 

The last few words were muttered under his breath, turning into frozen venom as he spat them out.  “Nice calling card…friend.”