There’s Not a Word Yet - Pt. 4
“And I Should Have Said It Before You Were Gone”
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Inspired by this post by @raviodoesstuff
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“It’s just a server glitch,” Jimmy said, swirling his bottle of melon juice where he and Tango were standing off to the side, away from the rest of the group. He made a face, his frown illuminated by the light of the campfire most of their Double Life servermates were gathered around. “Fwhip says it’ll be patched up soon…but ‘soon’ could be anywhere between two days and two months, knowing him.”
It was said with a half-humorous chuckle, one that made Tango grin slightly from where he was leaning against the trunk of the nearest tree. He stabbed at his slice of cake with a fork. The vanilla sponge gave way easily, smearing a bit of frosting along his plate. He took a bite, chewed, swallowed.
“…what kind of glitch?” Tango asked curiously, his head tilting at his avian partner. (Some of the buttercream stuck to the roof of his mouth and he poked at it with his tongue, trying to clear some of the stickiness from his palate before he spoke again.) “I mean - is it dangerous? If you guys are gonna be in trouble by heading back to Empires, I can talk to Xisuma about–”
“No, no!” Jimmy quickly shook his head, the feathers around his ears fluffing up in alarm. He waved his hands in front of him, wide-eyed, his juice bottle sloshing slightly. “Nonono, nothing like that! It’s just - connection issues, he says. Unstable connection. The server’s having a bit of trouble stayin’ hooked up to the main hub, is all. Which is annoying, sure, but there’s plenty o’ servers and worlds that run offline.”
Jimmy wasn’t wrong, Tango supposed. While less common, it wasn’t exactly unheard of for people to create group servers with the explicit purpose of disconnecting them from the hub. Tango couldn’t remember the last time he’d been on one himself - Hermitcraft, though private, was always connected so members could come and go as they pleased - but a handful of his friends used them often enough. Impulse and Skizz usually disconnected their Naked and Scared worlds to keep themselves dedicated to their survival challenge, and Grian had opted to temporarily disconnect his last hardcore server after finding out that repurposing the previous Life server for hardcore use had left it open to anyone who had been on the 3rd Life server prior.
And if Tango remembered correctly, hadn’t Grian’s old server - the one he’d been on before joining Hermitcraft - also been disconnected from the hub? The one he and Jimmy had been on together, right? Ego or Emo or…something. Evo? Yeah, that sounded right…
“Well that’s not so bad then,” Tango smiled, shrugging off his worry. “Your admin…uh…”
“Fwhip.”
“Fwhip, yeah,” he nodded, prodding at his cake again. “He’ll be able to keep the connection steady long enough for all of you to hop servers?”
“Yeah, of course!” Jimmy brightened slightly, a small smile coming to life on his face. “We’ll be fine. It’s only Joel, Scott, an’ me who’ve not joined yet. They’re waiting to start the season until we all get there. It’s just–” His smile faltered and he fiddled with the bottle in his hands, his wings twitching behind him. “...well like I said, there’s been…connection issues. And, er…it–” He fumbled the bottle, nearly dropped it, caught it at the last second, and clutched it to his chest with a strained look on his face. “...well it’s the comms too.”
The - what? Tango paused with a forkful of cake halfway to his mouth, eyeing Jimmy curiously. The server itself having connection issues was one thing. That wasn’t too uncommon, even if it didn’t happen frequently. But communicators were directly connected to players themselves. They didn’t require a server connection to function. So…
“That sounds like a localized jammer virus,” Tango muttered, his eyes narrowed. “That’s - yikes. They’re fixable, but your admin’s gonna have a heck of a time chasing it down. Those things are wriggly little pests.”
Jimmy’s eyes took on a slightly clueless crinkle, his brows half-furrowing in the shadows of the treeline where they had sequestered themselves. In the low light from the distant fire and from Tango’s barely-glowing hair, Tango watched Jimmy blink blankly at him with an adorable little tilt of his head. The corner of Tango’s mouth tugged upward in amusement and he shook his head, waving away his own thoughtlessness.
“Uh - sorry,” he murmured. “Forgot you haven’t been an admin for many servers.” He shoved his fork into his mouth and finished the bite of cake before he carried on. “Jammer viruses don’t pop up often, so I’m not surprised you haven’t heard of ‘em. They’re almost bots, the way they’re coded. They block signals and they know how to hide. They’re programmed to cause problems in a way that stops any server admins from bein’ able to message out for help.”
“Are they dangerous?” Jimmy asked. His fingers were drumming against his bottle of melon juice rapidly, nervously, and once he realized what he was doing he banished it to his inventory and plucked at his shirt buttons instead. Tango’s eyes followed the movement of Jimmy’s fingers for a tick or two.
Then he shook his head.
“Nah,” he shrugged. “They’re friggin’ troublemakers, and they’re a menace to get rid of, but unless Fwhip mentioned having any other major bugs to deal with, my best bet is that it just hopped servers to Empires when he booted up your new world. New coding linked up straight to the hub, and–” He made a popping sound with his mouth and jabbed at the air with his fork. “–it probably just latched onto the weak spot of a fresh, unprotected server.”
Jimmy eyed Tango’s fork curiously, thoughtfully, and Tango could see the way the concept was cementing behind his soulmate’s eyes.
“...and they’re hard to get rid of?”
“If that’s what you guys are dealing with, then - yeah. Unfortunately.”
Jimmy’s face fell and he frowned.
“So…I might not be able to message you for a little while,” he concluded woefully, his wings pulled tight against his back and his ear feathers pinned back against his head. “Not until Fwhip fixes it.”
He looked so sad, so apologetic, and Tango couldn’t help but tug him closer by the arm. The half-finished plate of cake quickly vanished into his inventory. He brought up a warm hand to cup his soulmate’s cheek, absolutely melting at the way Jimmy leaned into his touch with a warbled chirp.
“Hey, it’s okay!” Tango murmured softly, flashing his soulmate a bright smile. “It’s only a few weeks at most, right? And besides…” He tilted his head to the side, grinning a sharp-toothed grin and winking. “...if you can’t stand being away that long, you can always sneak off to the hub the next time Empires has a stable connection. I’m sure I could…ya know…abuse my admin status a bit to sneakificate you onto the Hermitcraft whitelist–”
Jimmy let out a startled little laugh and he gave Tango a scolding knock upside the shoulder, but in Tango’s opinion, it was worth it to see the way Jimmy’s downtrodden expression gave way to exasperated amusement.
“Tango!” Jimmy hissed, his wings fluffing up while he cast a glance over his shoulder, as though he was worried someone might overhear. “You can’t do that! If I end up on Hermitcraft, I wanna make a good first impression, alright? Don’t - don’t sneak me in like some stowaway!”
“A stowaway, huh?” Tango smirked, taking advantage of Jimmy’s distracted gaze to slowly reach toward him with both hands. “...I mean…you wouldn’t be a stowaway if I…just…kidnapped you!”
Jimmy turned back one tick too late, his eyes flying wide when he found himself ambushed by a pouncing netherborn. Tango had a hold around Jimmy’s waist in an instant, hoisting him off his feet and spinning him around with a strength that seemed to surprise Jimmy if his flailing wings and gaping expression were anything to go by. He let out a startled chirp and clung to Tango’s shoulders, his cheeks going slightly pink and drawing a cheeky and adoring grin to Tango’s face.
“T-Tango!” Jimmy gasped, tucking his wings in tightly to avoid sending them both toppling off-balance. “What’re you doing??”
“Well I’m kidnapping you, of course,” Tango declared. His eyes crinkled at the corners from the humor in his smile. “I’m bringing you back to Hermitcraft. I bet X won’t even notice–”
“Tangs, come onnn.” Jimmy pressed his face into Tango’s hair, grumbling into the fiery strands. “That’s too tempting. If you keep offering, I’ll never make it to Empires.”
Well that was kind of the point, wasn’t it? To never have to say goodbye?
But at the same time, Tango knew it was unrealistic and a little bit selfish to even wish for. He and Jimmy were close now, extraordinarily so thanks to Double Life, but Tango wasn’t the only person in Jimmy’s life. And Tango wasn’t foolish enough to assume that, just because they were soulmates here and just because they had a newly-flourishing relationship on this server, Tango held priority over anything else Jimmy cared for outside of Double Life. It would be selfish to try and keep him away from the life and friends and family and home he had back on Empires.
Or…the home he would have. New season, new server. New adventure.
Tango slowly settled Jimmy back on the ground, his hands resting on his soulmate’s hips and a melancholy smile tugging at his lips.
“...is it so bad for me to want you to stay?” he asked, only half-joking, and Jimmy smiled sadly.
“A part of me wants to,” he admitted. He leaned back, his back now pressed to the tree that Tango had been leaning against before, and he sighed. His hands lingered on Tango’s shoulders and his fingers toyed with the collar of the vest his partner wore. “...I’ll miss you.”
Tango stepped closer, moving into Jimmy’s space, close enough that he could feel the warmth of Jimmy’s breath tickle his nose. There was nowhere for Jimmy to go, not with the tree trunk at his back…but it didn’t seem like he wanted to be anywhere else anyway. Their faces were mere inches apart. At this distance, in the low glow coming off of Tango from his blazeborn traits, Tango could see the different shades of brown in Jimmy’s eyes. (Brown. Not yellow, not red.) He could make out the coffee shades and milk chocolate hues and occasional flecks of caramel, and he longed to have enough time to memorize them all. So little of the time he’d spent with Jimmy had been while his eyes were their natural color…and it wouldn’t last for much longer, at least until the next time.
“Mind if I give you something to remember me by?” Tango asked, teased, pleaded. “Just until we can see each other again.”
Jimmy’s smile turned flustered and playful.
“D’you have something in mind?” he asked. He seemed to already know where this was going, his eyes darting down to Tango’s smile and his tongue darting out to lick his lips, and Tango couldn’t help but chuckle breathlessly.
“Eh, I’ve got a few ideas…”
All it took was leaning a little bit closer for Tango to close the gap, for their smiles to meet in the middle and for his heart to leap ever-so-slightly while he let himself savor the kiss. He had Jimmy half-pinned against the tree, the slight breeze rustling the leaves above their heads and distant voices carrying over to their little hiding place from by the fire…but he paid it all no mind. He simply let himself be enveloped in the feeling of his soulmate held close, of slightly sun-chapped lips and tentative fingers coming up to comb through the flames dancing through his hair, and he let himself fall. Jimmy melted against the tree and his wings came up to cocoon them in a soft wall of blaze-lit golden-yellow, and for a few long, wonderful moments it was as if they were the only two people in the entire world.
It wasn’t a rushed kiss, nor was it desperate. It was soft and slow and measured, each movement heartfelt and gentle and sure. It was as though they were trying to commit the feeling to memory, trying to make these last moments count so they would both have something to hold onto until they could see each other again.
“Hey, Tango? Are you over - oh! Sorry!”
Jimmy jolted, an alarmed squeak leaving him and his wings jerking at the surprised approach of another player. Tango pulled away with a huff, but only barely, and he turned to shoot Impulse an exasperated look over one of Jimmy’s half-lowered wings.
“C’mon, man, you couldn’t have waited - like - two more minutes?” he grumbled. Impulse’s expression turned rightfully sheepish and a bit apologetic.
“Sorry man,” he said, wincing and scratching at the back of his head. “Joel was looking for Jimmy, and I thought I saw you come this way, so I figured - yeah.” He chuckled weakly. “The Empires portal is gonna be up soon.”
Jimmy groaned and let his forehead fall against Tango’s shoulder, tucking himself close to his soulmate and half-hiding from both Impulse and - Tango assumed - the idea of having to leave Double Life behind.
“Thanks Impy,” Tango muttered. Impulse let his eyes dart to Jimmy for a moment, pointed and knowing, and Tango forced a pained smile. Impulse returned it. He nodded back the way he had come and jerked his thumb in that direction.
“I’ll stall,” he mouthed, and he backed away to leave the ranchers alone for a little longer.
Tango trailed a hand up Jimmy’s back, letting his palm rest between his soulmate’s wings while Jimmy buried his face into the crook of Tango’s neck. It was quiet for a long moment. Tango could hear the chattering of their servermates not too far off, Martyn and Ren’s playful banter and Joel’s cackling laughter and Grian’s half-joking scolding of his soulmate. Tango’s own soulmate was far quieter right now, Jimmy’s grip tight on the back of Tango’s vest and his face hidden from view, but Tango could hear the quiet and saddened little avian vocalizations that Jimmy was trying his best to hide.
“...Jim?” Tango murmured. Jimmy pressed himself closer, a tiny whine escaping him. Tango chuckled weakly. “C’mon Feathers, you can’t hide in my vest forever.”
“I can try,” came Jimmy’s grumbled reply. Despite his reluctance to move, he did inevitably pull away, avoiding Tango’s gaze for a second or two before he gave in and dragged his eyes up to meet his soulmate’s. The moment Tango caught sight of the warm brown of Jimmy’s eyes he flashed a vibrant grin.
“Well hey there handsome,” he teased lightly. “Come here often?”
Jimmy flushed and scoffed, thumping a weak fist against the back of Tango’s shoulderblade where he was still clinging to his partner’s vest…but any false annoyance he held was hard to maintain with the affectionate smile Tango could see tugging at the corner of his mouth.
“You’re the worst,” he grumbled, half-amused, and Tango stifled his usual barking laugh so he wouldn’t draw outside attention.
“Eh, I’ve heard that before,” he shrugged, snickering. “Tell me something I don’t know.”
Jimmy thought for a moment. Then he smiled faintly.
“...a part of me wants to tell Scott and Joel to just leave without me?”
Tango’s cheeky grin softened to a melancholy smile. He sighed and his tail came up to curl around one of Jimmy’s legs.
“I know that too, buddy,” he murmured. “You say that like I’m not tempted to break into Empires the next time your server’s connection stabilizes.”
Jimmy huffed out a half-laugh, though it lacked much of the bright joy it usually held. He let out a breath and let one of his wings fall away, glancing backward around the tree trunk to seek out his servermates. Tango followed his gaze. Grian was in the process of summoning the usual inter-server portals that allowed Life players to return directly to their home servers once the games were over, and Scott and Joel were chatting with Etho, Cleo, and Pearl a few feet away. Both Scar and - surprisingly - Bdubs were doing a wonderful job of being a horrible distraction…which accounted for the scolding tone Tango had been hearing from Grian, he supposed. (Though maybe, judging by Impulse’s half-hidden smirk and casual glances toward Tango and Jimmy’s tree, Bdubs’ involvement in the chaos wasn’t too surprising after all. Tango would have to thank them both later for the gift of a little extra time.)
Jimmy let out a twittering sigh and slouched against the tree trunk.
“I should go,” he muttered, regret lacing in every syllable. “Before they come looking.”
And as much as he hated it, Tango had to agree.
“Yeah…yeah. Probably.”
Jimmy detangled himself from Tango’s hold, tucking his wings against his back and running a hand through his hair to fix it, but he barely made it a step before Tango was reeling him back in, both by a hand on his wrist and the tail still wound around one of Jimmy’s legs.
“Tang-mmph!”
The kiss Tango drew him into was quicker and more heated than the last, short and half-desperate and full of what few things Tango hadn’t managed to say just yet. Unspoken promises, doting devotion…silent sweet nothings. Jimmy had only half melted by the time Tango broke away again, his expression slightly dazed and his cheeks slightly flushed. His wings were fluffed and he was half-clinging to Tango’s vest again from how off-kilter the sudden show of affection had sent him.
“...o-oh. Yeah. Okay. That’s–” Jimmy chuckled breathlessly, that sparkle finally returning to his eyes, and Tango smiled brilliantly. He gently knocked their foreheads together.
“That’s more like it,” he murmured, sly and a bit giddy. “That’s a better goodbye, huh?”
Jimmy fell into giggles, brushing their noses and letting his eyes flutter shut for one second, then another. He sighed, and it was full of fondness and amusement rather than the melancholy ache that had been weighing him down before.
“It’s a better see-you-later,” he corrected. “You silly, silly man.”
“Oh, of course,” Tango drawled, “my mistake.”
“JIM!” Joel’s voice carried to the trees and Jimmy jolted, turning his head slightly and flaring the feathers around his ears to better hear his brother-in-law. “Oh, for goodness sake, where is he - JIM, THE PORTAL’S OPEN!”
Jimmy chewed his lip for a moment. (The fact that Tango could no longer feel it through the now-untethered soulbond was surreal and left him feeling a bit hollow, if Tango let himself dwell on it. He opted to save the dwelling for later.)
“D’you think Grian would notice if I just never left this server?”
Jimmy’s innocent comment drew a bright laugh from Tango, who poked at Jimmy’s side where he knew his soulmate was ticklish, causing the startled avian to dance out of reach with a flurry of feathers and a surprised little squawk.
“Tangooo!”
“Jimmyyy!” Tango sing-songed right back at him. He snorted and trailed after his partner, both of them no longer hidden by the trees and finally catching the attention of the rest of their servermates. Joel shouted something across the clearing to them, and Scott waved when he caught sight of them, and Jimmy only managed a half-raised hand in return.
Tango sidled up beside him with his hands shoved deep in his pockets, lest he became tempted to “kidnap” his soulmate all over again.
“C’mon, Feathers,” he murmured. “You can’t stay. This place is gonna go offline in about an hour anyway.”
“I know,” Jimmy grumbled. “I’m still gonna miss it.”
Tango leaned sideways to bump shoulders with him, an affectionate little nudge, and Jimmy habitually extended a wing to tuck Tango close to his side.
“I know, buddy. Me too.”
And maybe they lingered a bit longer than they should have, and maybe their walk from the treeline to the portals was slower than was probably polite. Tango knew it, and he was sure Jimmy knew it. But if this was the last time they’d see each other for a while, then - voiddammit - Tango was going to make the most of every last second they got.
“Oh, hurry it up, will you?” Joel rolled his eyes good-naturedly once they were close enough to the portal to hear him clearly. “Some of us ‘ave got places to be you know!”
“Says the man who just spent the last ten minutes so engrossed in goodbyes with his soulmate that I had to drag him away just to get him to the portal,” Scott drawled, sly and amused, and Joel’s beetroot expression was enough to send Jimmy and Tango into shared stifled laughter.
“Oi!” Joel huffed. “Me an’ Etho are from different servers! We don’t usually get to talk this much! Excuse me for takin’ advantage of what time we’ve got.”
“Cleo and Pearl and I are from different servers too.” Scott quirked an eyebrow at him. “And so are Tango and Jimmy, in case that escaped your notice.”
Joel, who had taken a defensive stance with his arms folded over his chest, opened and closed his mouth a few times before he seemed to deflate. He cast a look past Scott to Jimmy, who was still half-amused but had taken on a slightly pink-tinged complexion.
“...well I’m not sayin’ you can’t say goodbye,” Joel shrugged. (Tango was half convinced he could see a friendly smile in Joel’s eyes, a fraction of proof that he and Jimmy acted more like brothers when they weren’t in the midst of a murder game.) “If you two need a second, Jim, then take it. But I dunno how long Fwhip’ll manage to keep up the connection, is all.”
Right. The server connection. Tango winced.
“No, it’s fine,” Jimmy was saying now, tossing Tango a melancholy smile. “We said goodbye. I’m all good.”
It was a half-lie, Tango knew, but he wasn’t about to point that out. For a moment - a brief breath of a moment - Jimmy reached sideways to catch Tango’s hand. Their fingers interlocked, and they exchanged a gentle squeeze, and then they were separating and Jimmy was stepping toward the portal.
He was going to leave.
He had to leave.
(You should’ve said something. You should’ve said something sooner.)
Grian finally shook free from Scar with a grin and a laugh, batting him away and stepping up near the Empires portal. He had his admin panel out and he was double-checking his work, putting a palm to the portal frame and ensuring the connection.
(You should’ve told him.)
Grian said something, made a gesture, and Joel stepped up, tossing one last wave to Etho and grinning as he vanished from sight, and–
(Say something.)
–Scott was quick to follow him. He said something to Cleo, something to Pearl, exchanged a word of thanks with Grian and tossed a wink in Martyn’s direction. There was a spattering of laughter and a grin or two. Then he stepped through the portal, and Jimmy–
(Tell him.)
–was next. His wings were twitching, antsy and nervous, and when he cast a look in Grian’s direction, Grian’s cocky grin became warmer, gentler. He tugged Jimmy into a hug, said something only Jimmy could hear, then nudged him toward the portal. Whatever it was must have helped because Jimmy’s shoulders weren’t as hunched as before. He shot one last longing smile back toward Tango, then–
“Wait, Jimmy–”
Jimmy paused, turning more fully to face his soulmate, curiosity lighting up his expression. The glow of the portal illuminated him from behind, haloing him, making his wings look ethereal.
“Yeah?”
“I…I, uh…” Tango swallowed, nerves making his throat feel tight. Just say it. Say something. Anything. “Jimmy, I–”
But…the timing felt wrong. It felt cruel. Jimmy was about to leave, and there wasn’t enough time to do it properly, and leaving Jimmy on a note like that when neither of them would be able to see each other again for a few weeks at least…? No. No, he couldn’t do that to his soulmate.
He couldn’t do that to himself.
So instead, Tango summoned something from his inventory, the red and white fabric feeling soft and plush in his hands. He felt eyes boring into the back of his head, the knowing look from Impulse all but tangible, but he ignored it. He just focussed on Jimmy, and the bright recognition in his expression when he realized what it was Tango was holding. His eyes widened and his breath caught.
“Tango…?”
“Here.” Tango held the folded sweatshirt aloft, the bright TNT colors vibrant even in the fading sunlight. “I want you to hold onto this for me.”
Jimmy's head snapped up and he gaped at his partner, his ear feathers flaring.
“You - really?” he breathed. He reached out a hand, hesitant and uncertain, to let his fingertips brush against the familiar material. “Are you sure?”
“Absolutely.” Tango tugged on a grin and pushed the bundled hoodie into Jimmy’s arms. “It’s lucky, remember? It kinda sounds like you need that a bit more than me right now. You can give it back the next time you see my ugly mug.”
Jimmy flashed him a watery sort of smile and held the sweatshirt close, hugging it for as long as it took to banish it into his inventory.
“Thank you.”
Tango shrugged.
“Now get outta here, Rancher,” he waved Jimmy away, reveling in his soulmate’s laugh, “before you miss your exit.” He rocked back on his heels, taking a few slow steps backward while Jimmy finished his path up to the portal. “And - hey.”
Jimmy paused again, one hand on the portal frame, one foot at the threshold. Tango flashed him a brilliant grin, one that refused to betray the ache in his chest that Jimmy could no longer feel through their nonexistent bond.
“Don’t forget to message me when you can, alright?” he demanded, only half-joking. “Don’t be a stranger.”
And Jimmy beamed, bright as the sun, as he said:
“I promise!”
Then he was gone.
When Martyn and Ren and BigB swept in, the next cluster of players in need of a portal, and when Tango’s grin slid off his face, the remaining babbling crowd wasn’t paying enough attention to see the way Tango deflated, the way he drifted away from the portal, the way he shoved his hands in his pockets just a little too hard.
Nobody but Impulse, of course, who appeared at Tango’s side as a familiar and solid presence that he was grateful for.
“Your lucky hoodie, huh?” Impulse asked, warm and knowing, and Tango snorted as he lightly elbowed his best friend in the ribs.
“You can’t talk, man, you and Bdubs are just as bad.”
Impulse laughed, not denying the accusation.
“Maybe. I’m just surprised. I know how important that sweatshirt is to you. Zed stole it one time, and you nearly pushed him off the top of Toon Towers.”
Tango just shrugged. He didn’t feel like explaining. He didn’t feel like putting into words how it wasn’t the sweatshirt that he had really wanted to give Jimmy, how he wanted to do more, how he wanted to say more. How he should have done something before their game was even over, or in the time they spent together after they’d lost their final life, but he’d waited too long, and now the timing was all wrong, and now -
Well.
He’d just have to hope Jimmy’s admin didn’t take too long on those server repairs.
“Hey.” Impulse stilled Tango with a hand on his shoulder, and it was only now that Tango realized they’d managed to walk all the way back to the shadows of the tree line. Tango blinked up at him, suddenly very aware of the warmth dancing across his scalp and against his palms and down the length of his tail. “You two have the most solid relationship out of anyone in this game,” Impulse pointed out. “A little bit of long-distance can’t do a thing to damage that.”
It was a simple thing, so few words, but somehow it helped uncoil some of the tension beneath Tango’s ribcage. He took in a slow breath and let out a lungful of hot air, cooling his core and nodding. Yeah. Yeah, Impulse was right.
Tango’s communicator beeped and he reached for it almost as an afterthought, expecting something from Zed or maybe Xisuma, checking in on the status of the Life players, but–
<SolidarityGaming> hi rancher! we made it back safe and sound!
<SolidarityGaming> keeping my promise and messaging before the signal dies again
<SolidarityGaming> I cant wait to send you pictures once I start building my empire :D
–and Tango grinned, something soft and warm curling up in his chest alongside his heart.
Impulse was more than right, and it was a thought that became more concrete as he sent back a cheerful ‘Can’t wait to see it!’ and it registered as received. It wouldn’t be forever. A few weeks, right? Or two months, at most. Tango had gone longer without talking to Skizz or, heck, even Impulse before. He’d get through to Jimmy when he could, and when he couldn’t, he’d just have to save up pictures and messages to send when they connected again.
Martyn and BigB were gone soon enough, and while the remaining players gathered to leave - only the Hermits left now - Tango traded messages with his soulmate for as long as he was allowed. When the connection stuttered and failed, and when it was his turn to step through the portal, the bubble of warmth didn’t pop or fade. It lingered in his chest, a small spark of hope, and he smiled. He let the effects of the portal whisk him away, pixels and particles blurring his vision, and he let the code carry him home.
Yeah. He and Jimmy would be fine…and they’d see each other again soon enough.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Tango was almost proud of the fact that his grin remained intact until he was fully through Tumble Town’s nether portal. His expression only dropped once he stepped off the obsidian frame and onto unforgiving bedrock, the atmosphere of the nether much muggier though not much hotter than the mesa Tango had just left. For a moment, he barely moved. His knees felt unsteady and he reached out a fumbling hand to grip the wood-and-terracotta structure decorating the Sheriff’s portal, but he didn’t move from his spot. He didn’t have the willpower to try.
Jimmy was building the ranch.
Jimmy was building the ranch.
Something sizzled nearby but Tango didn’t pay it any mind, too fixated on that single revelation that was spiraling in his thoughts.
If Jimmy was building the ranch - their ranch - then…then a part of him had to remember. Right? He had to. Tango had been so hesitant to hope, but he couldn’t deny that he had been hopeful, that he had wistfully wondered if the Jimmy he had built a ranch with was still somewhere beneath the Sheriff’s welcoming grin. He had already seen traces of the Jimmy he remembered in the man that he had just bid farewell, tiny reflections of familiar gesticulations and intonations that made Tango’s heart ache just by being near him. (So close, yet so far.) Jimmy’s smile was the same, and his bright laughter, and his bombastic energy. The movements of his wings and the way he turned sheepish when receiving a genuine compliment…still so very him.
And he was building the ranch.
It was the same Jimmy, just as Grian had said back by the rift…and that was proof. The Sheriff of Tumble Town was his Jimmy. Tango’s Jimmy. He remembered. Somewhere in there, somewhere under the cowboy hat and the boots and the badge, Tango’s soulmate was lying dormant just waiting to be brought back to the surface. Tango’s partner, Grian’s brother, their friend. Something had made him forget, but that part of him wasn’t gone. Tango just needed to find it.
The sizzling sound from before caught his ear again and Tango dragged himself from his racing, blurring thoughts. It took him longer than he would’ve liked to realize the sound was coming from him. Namely, from the hand still clinging to the top of the nearest block, one of the terracotta pillars that made up Tumble Town’s portal decor.
One of the terracotta pillars topped with wood.
Tango snatched his hand away quickly, shaking it out to dispel the heat and grimacing at the clear imprint of his palm and fingers charred into the decorative slab. He hadn’t meant to do that. His flames had been hotter than usual as of late, he knew that, and he’d gotten into the habit of taking care not to let it get the best of him back on Hermitcraft, but - well. Today was a day of heightened emotions, wasn’t it? He could be forgiven for a momentary lapse in control. He would just have to remember to replace the damaged block when he returned to Tumble Town later.
Because he would be returning. He would be.
“Don’t be a stranger!”
Tango gritted his teeth and forced himself away from the portal. The rockets Jimmy had gifted him fell into his hand.
He’d keep his promise. Jimmy might not be able to do the same right now, not when he didn’t even remember such a promise existed, but Tango would be damned if he didn’t try to make up for it on his end. He wouldn’t fail his Rancher.
With the coordinates Jimmy had given Tango on their way back through the train tunnel, finding the Gobland portal wasn’t too difficult of a feat.
(There was one rather embarrassing moment where he had somehow gone through Joel’s portal instead of Fwhip’s. It was obvious whose it was based on the Greek architecture, gold detailing, and obnoxiously ostentatious builds literally floating in the sky. Tango just about patted himself on the back for opting not to burn the banners he could see hanging about ten blocks out from the portal.)
After finding his way to the right portal, ducking through and finding himself face-to-face with some cactus was a little startling, and the climb up out of the small stone cave area he spawned in was a bit precarious…but to be fair, Tango had seen stranger portal locations on Hermitcraft. And really, stumbling out of a hole in the wall and finding himself in the belly of an absolutely jaw-dropping cavern carved through with an expansive web of colorful and sprawling structures and pathways? It made the short climb worth the effort. The sight he had come upon was absolutely breathtaking.
Where Jimmy’s empire had been warm and welcoming and sang of friendly neighbors and home cooking, and where Sanctuary from that morning’s journey had been lush and vibrant and - pardon the term - mythical in its aura, Gobland felt ancient. Organic. It felt like a civilization that had grown with the earth around it, one that was just chaotic and disorganized enough to almost feel overwhelming, but in a way that seemed to flow naturally with the space it had settled into.
It was an odd juxtaposition and an impressive level of building prowess that left Tango a bit wide-eyed on his first step into the empire.
(In truth, he had been just as impressed by Sausage’s creations, and just as much so by the smaller area of swampland the witch Shelby had chosen to inhabit. Perhaps - much like the Hermits - the Empires members were just like that when it came to building their bases, and the unfamiliarity of their build styles was what really made Tango take notice. It was impressive.)
“Tango! - sorry, excuse me - TANGO!”
Impulse’s familiar voice rose above the general hubbub of the cavern and Tango’s attention whipped around to his friend, who was ducking around a group of short, green-skinned miners that Tango belatedly realized must be actual goblins. They were shorter and more gremlin-looking than Fwhip…though Tango supposed Fwhip was a player hybrid, so he would look different. (Not that Tango knew goblins were even real before coming to Empires. He was learning a lot of new things today.)
Tango descended the mossy cobble pathway that led up to the portal, passing by a lava farm and a quaint-looking house on his way down. He had to duck around a handbuilt fence made of mangrove roots to reach the street - or what he assumed was the street - and the moment he was past it, Impulse managed to free himself from the small crowd of workers.
“Tango, hey!” he grinned, straightening his vest. “I lost you after we met up with everyone on the nether roof. Where’d you go?”
“Uh - yeah, I…” Tango jerked a thumb back over his shoulder toward the portal, his words trailing off. I asked Shelby where Jimmy lived, he could have said, or I found Tumble Town. But he must have hesitated a moment too long because Impulse’s grin faded to a knowing and sympathetic smile in the tick or two Tango remained silent.
“You went to find Jimmy, didn’t you?” he asked, understanding in his voice.
Tango huffed out a weary chuckle and ducked his head, the brim of Shelby’s gifted hat half-hiding his face.
“Am I that easy to read?”
“No, I just know you.” Impulse’s boot steps were heavy and recognizable against the stone path. Tango heard him come closer, and he saw Impulse’s arm move into his line of sight only moments before the oversized hat brim was tugged upward so Impulse could catch his eyes. “And if it were Bdubs, I know I’d look for him first thing too.”
Tango smiled, sheepish.
“Soulmates, huh?” he quipped commiseratingly, and Impulse laughed, a grin alighting beneath his beard again.
“Soulmates,” he agreed. He tugged at Tango’s hat, dislodging it from its perch and causing Tango to make an inhuman sound of protest as he swiped it back from Impulse’s grip.
“This was a gift!” Tango spouted, darting back from him on nimble feet. “No touchy!”
As an afterthought, he turned the hat over in his hands, checking to make sure none of the fabric had been singed by his overheated core in the time he’d been wearing it. (He probably should have thought to check back in the nether, when he’d managed to burn that slab. But it seemed entirely untouched. Perhaps Shelby’s claim of her hat being magical wasn’t unfounded.)
“...so, uh…speaking of soulmates,” Tango murmured, plopping his gifted hat back on his head where it belonged, “didja manage to find Bdubs?”
“I did, yeah.” Impulse nodded in the corner of Tango’s vision. “He’s sticking pretty close to Etho right now. I think Etho’s more worried about Joel than he’s letting on, so Bdubs being there for him is probably a good idea.”
Tango tilted his head curiously, a revelation dawning behind his eyes. Bdubs was keeping an eye on Etho? And here Tango was, showing up in Gobland for the admin meeting, with Impulse practically waiting at the gate.
“Ohhh,” he drawled. “Oh, so you two are on Babysitting Duty for the Lonely Soulmates Club, is that it?”
Impulse went a little too quiet, casting a sideways look at Tango, and Tango’s grin widened into a knowing smirk.
“Uh-huh. Thought so. Divide and conquer, right? He’s watching Etho, you’re watching me–”
“Tango–”
“–making sure neither of us sad sacks is left alone to cry into our breakfast cereal–”
“Tango, come on!” Impulse laughed, turning to face Tango more fully. “You know it’s not like that. I know this whole thing has gotta be tough on you, so…I just wanna be here for you. You’re family, man.” He stepped closer and patted Tango’s shoulder with one large hand, squeezing it gently. “Let your pyre brother take care of you for once.”
Tango huffed out a half-scoff, half-chuckle, not even fighting the appreciative little smile that lingered on his face. His tail waved lazily back and forth near his ankles for a moment, stirring up some of the dust lingering in the cavern air, and he let out a slow breath.
Impulse was a part of his pyre, that was true. His blazeborn family. Impulse was about as close to a brother as Tango had ever had…so if Tango couldn’t trust him to be a solid rock to lean on when he needed it, then who could he trust?
He reached up to drop his hand on top of Impulse’s on his shoulder, squeezing once to show his thanks.
“Yeah, man,” he muttered, nodding once. “I appreciate it.”
Impulse nodded back. After a moment he let his hand fall and glanced off to the side, staring down the path Tango had arrived from. The nether portal, Tango realized.
“So…how’d it go with Jimmy?”
Tango snorted.
“Subtle.”
“I try.” A beat, a breath, and Impulse fixed his focus back on Tango properly. “But really, how did it go?”
And, void, wasn’t that a hell of a question?
Tango sighed and shoved his hands in the pockets of his robes, shrugging and feeling his hood's fur lining tickle his ears.
“Well Joel is still an ass,” he said first, starting off easy. “He was being a total jerk to Jimmy again right about the time I found everyone.”
“Everyone?”
“Uh - oh, right–” Tango blinked up at Impulse. He hadn’t even said– “By the time I made it to Tumble Town, Jimmy had a whole entourage with him. Grian and Scar were there, which was good, because I probably wouldn’t have known about the admin meeting otherwise. And Fwhip too. And Joel.”
He grimaced, making a face. The Joel he remembered from the Life games could be a bit pushy and teasing at times, but he always had his limits and he’d never upset someone intentionally. But this Joel was–
Anyway.
“I think even Grian was getting fed up with him too because he came up with this whole excuse of needing to find Pixl before the meeting just to get Joel to leave Tumble Town with him.”
“Pixl?” Impulse spoke up, intrigued. “As in Pixlriffs? From the Recap team?”
Tango grinned lopsidedly, his eyes crinkling.
“Yeah, that Pixl,” he said. “I knew that guy in the blue shirt looked familiar. I saw him by the rift before everyone got all scatter-fied. I can’t believe I forgot he was an Empires member.”
“No wonder Grian wanted to go find him.” Impulse scratched at his jawline below his ear, thoughtful. “He’s a Hermitcraft historian. And he knows us. If anyone has a chance of remembering us, it’s him.”
“Or the Life members,” Tango tacked on, and Impulse nodded.
“Or the Life members.”
Silence fell for a moment as they both pondered that.
If anyone has a chance of remembering.
“...Jimmy’s building the ranch.”
“Wait - what?” Impulse jolted at Tango’s murmured words, snapping to attention and staring at him, gobsmacked. “He’s–”
“Yeah.” Tango managed a watery smile, his hands curling into fists in his pockets. He could feel warmth crackling along his scalp and in his palms, flames he couldn’t quite tamp down attempting to make themselves known. But he held them back as best he could. “I saw it, by his house. It’s only half-built and he said he knows what it’s meant to look like, it’s just - ah - ‘fuzzy’.” He made air quotes with one hand.
Impulse was listening intently, eyes wide and hopeful.
“Does he remember–”
“I don’t think he remembers much,” Tango cut him off quickly. He sniffed and shrugged and kicked at a stone on the path, feeling antsy and unsettled. He gave in to his need to fidget by starting off down the pathway, not going far but unable to stay put any longer. His free hand fiddled with the clasps on his robe and his tail whipped sharply from beneath its hem, casting dashes of blue light out behind him. “He doesn’t remember me. But - I dunno. Maybe something’s still in there? He invited me to stay in Tumble Town…he asked me if I wanted to help him finish the ranch.”
“He did?” Impulse prodded, and Tango could hear the smile in his words without even looking his way. His heavy footfalls trailed behind Tango, keeping up with his meandering. “Tango, that’s - that’s a good sign, isn’t it? It means there’s hope! Those memories aren’t gone.”
“Yeah…” Tango smiled weakly. “Yeah, I know.”
His Jimmy was in there somewhere. He knew that. But he couldn’t help that lingering doubt in the back of his mind, the little voice whispering what if, that made Tango’s chest feel tight any time he let himself listen to it. His smile faded as he pictured Jimmy - this Jimmy - smiling cordially at him by the rift, in the train tunnel, in the shadow of the half-built ranch. Polite and friendly and kind, but a stranger. No familiarity in his eyes and no recognition when Tango hugged him ‘hello’.
And ‘Don’t be a stranger!’ without even knowing how impactful that little phrase really was.
(Tango should have given him more than just a sweatshirt back when Jimmy still remembered how much they meant to each other. He should have said something more before the chance was taken from him. He should have.)
(He didn’t.)
Tango drifted off to the left of the rough stone brick path, trailing a hand along the wooden fencing lining a little watery farm plot full of sea pickles. What was the likelihood of Jimmy ever remembering him at all? His blaze core flared and he sucked down a breath, shakily taking the gifted witch hat from his head and shoving it unceremoniously into his inventory. He raked shaking fingers through his hair in an attempt to alleviate any flames that were spiking there, though he knew it would do little good. He swallowed thickly and turned his back on Impulse, gripping the fence with both hands and leaning on it slightly for some sort of stability.
“...it’s just weird being near him when he doesn’t know me,” he breathed, his head bowed and his heart aching. “I’d make a joke or - or smile, or something, and he’d–” He shivered. “It’s almost the same. But something’s missing. It’s - void, Impy, it’s - he’s almost, almost the same person. I don’t know if that’s better or worse.”
“Well…it means he’s still him,” Impulse spoke up, gentle and thoughtful and even. “Even if he’s - you know - missing some parts. He’s still your soulmate.”
‘He’s not’, Tango almost snipped, but ‘He is’ was fighting just as hard to be said. He was his Jimmy, but he wasn’t. He was both. He was neither. He was - he was–
“It’s Jimmy,” Impulse said, coming up beside Tango and leaning back against the fence. “Your Jimmy. And maybe - well, maybe Jimmy doesn’t remember that right now, but he will. You said he’d been building the ranch. That’s - Tango, that means it’s in there somewhere. He’ll remember. If he loved you half as much as you love him–”
“He didn’t know.”
The confession left Tango on a wavering whisper, his grip tightening on the fence where he’d been clutching the worn wood. His chest was tight and hot and he could taste sulfur on his tongue.
“...what?” The fence creaked slightly as Impulse turned, leaning further so he could try to catch Tango’s eye. “What was that?”
“I–” Tango swallowed thickly and shook his head. “Yeah, I love him, you know I love him, but…Jimmy never knew that.”
Impulse frowned, confused, his brow furrowing. Tango’s jaw went tense under his scrutinizing stare.
“What are you talking about?” Impulse murmured, shaking his head slowly. “Tango - I saw how you two were back in Double Life. You told me when he kissed you for the first time. You two were joined at the hip. I’d never seen you happier. I saw how hard it was for you two to say goodbye after the game. Why wouldn’t he - Tango, of course Jimmy knew–”
Impulse’s warm and familiar hand fell on Tango’s shoulder and he shook him off, rounding on him with smoke slipping past his teeth and a self-deprecating scowl on his lips.
“I never told him!” he snapped.
Impulse flinched and went wide-eyed, his confusion palpable, and Tango felt flames flare to life through his hair. He snarled, running a hand through them, trying to tame them and failing miserably.
“Yes, I’ve been in love with him since Double Life, but Jimmy never knew that because I never told him!” His tail lashed at the air behind him and he was only partially aware of the rapid rise and fall of his chest with each quickened breath he took. “I realized it after Jimmy fell from the Velvet Keep. We both woke up on red, and he was right there, and he was so broken up about it - and - he was just–” Tango shook his head, not really seeing what was in front of him, too focussed on the memory. “...he was more worried about me than about himself, even though he was the one who’d died. He kept apologizing and he–”
Jimmy had looked so distraught. He didn’t care that he’d died, not really…or if he did, it paled in comparison to how sorry he was to have taken Tango down with him. But Tango didn’t blame him at all. Not one bit. And yet Jimmy had apologized anyway, and they’d been sitting close on the bed, face to face, Jimmy cocooning them both in his wings, and he’d looked up with big, sad, shining eyes, and - and they’d been red. So, so red. And for a moment Tango had been sure he’d never seen anything more endearing in his life. And–
“–and I should’ve - I should’ve said something, I–”
Tango’s breath hitched and he sucked down a few deep, desperate breaths, the crackling sounds of an aggravated blaze coming through in his heightened state. He staggered back a step.
“I - void, I almost told him. More than once.” There were hands on his shoulders, grounding him, trying to center him, but he was already spiraling. “I got so close, so many times. I did. I did. I was gonna - before he left, but I couldn’t, and then–”
He couldn’t breathe.
“Tango, buddy, hey. Hey.”
Tango reached out with floundering hands, scrabbling fingers seeking purchase against the rough material of Impulse’s sleeves and arm bracers. He hiccupped, his chest heaving and his vision blurred with what he now realized were tears. When had he even started crying…?
“C’mon man, I’ve got you. Alright? C’mere.”
Impulse reeled him in gently, all but smothering him in a warm bear hug, not even bothered by the hot blue flames licking across Tango’s hair. Not for the first time, Tango was grateful to have a demon for a best friend. He clung to Impulse’s vest and forced himself to breathe, harsh blazeborn wheezes escaping him as he struggled.
Gods, he was a mess. But he had been holding up a front all day. After everything that had happened in the last fourteen hours, maybe he deserved a bit of a breakdown.
“We’re gonna fix this,” Impulse told him, and Tango could feel the rumble of his voice in his chest where Tango was still hiding his face. It was soothing, in a way. Familiar. “Grian and Xisuma are on it, and they’ve even got Fwhip and Pixl on board. And Joe too…and you. There’s a whole team of admins working together to fix this. We’ll figure it out.”
Yeah. Yeah.
He just had to remind himself of that the next time he let that little voice get the best of him.
“...I still wish I’d said something,” Tango said hoarsely. He half-crumpled in Impulse’s arms. He let out a wet, self-deprecating chuckle, his words unsteady. “Void…for a guy who can talk a mile a minute about redstone, somehow three little words feel so much harder to say.”
“They’re important words,” Impulse told him. They were. Impulse let his arms loosen after a long moment, stepping back so he could get a good look at his pyre brother. “...are you gonna be okay?” A beat, a blink. “Or, uh…okay enough? Stable?”
Tango snorted humorlessly, exhaustion settling into his bones as his core finally began to return to a semi-normal temperature.
“I’m in love with a guy who doesn’t even know who I am anymore,” he said flatly, achingly. “I’m as okay as I can be, given the circumstances.”
“Oh, Tango…
Impulse’s head shot up and Tango jolted, Grian’s voice startling him more than it had any right to. He hadn’t even heard anyone else approach. When he turned to glance back over his shoulder, he spotted an entire group lingering near the little house by the nether portal, the collection of admins and players that Tango had come here to meet in the first place. Xisuma and Joe were there, and so was Scar, along with both Fwhip and Pixl…just like Tango had been expecting. They seemed to be blessedly out of hearing range, so even if they had seen Tango’s breakdown, it was unlikely they’d heard much - if any - of the content of it.
Minor miracles.
Grian, though, had separated himself from the rest and was a few paces away…and judging by the pained expression on his face he had been there for longer than Tango probably would have liked.
Tango cleared his throat.
“How, uh…how much did you hear?”
Grian’s wings drooped against his back and he tugged at the cuff of his sweater sleeve.
“Enough.” The feathers around his ears were pinned back against his head, a mannerism Tango was more than familiar with thanks to living with an avian for the entirety of Double Life. “I didn’t - I never knew–” He cut himself off, his lips twitching into a frown. “Were you and Jimmy…”
“Together? Dating?” Tango mumbled, still not sure what word to put to it even after the literal months since he and Jimmy had become an item. He nodded jerkily, and Grian let out a quiet, saddened little chirp.
“I didn’t know,” he breathed. “I’m - I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”
“Of course they were,” Scar chimed in, suddenly appearing at Grian’s side. He was leaning heavily on his cane, one he hadn’t had out the last time Tango saw him. “They were like two little lovebirds, being all twitterpated on the ranch while the rest of us were waging war on each other.”
Grian swallowed and crossed the small gap still dividing him from Tango. He looked as though he wanted to reach out, but he hesitated at the last second, instead returning to fiddling with his cuffs.
“We’ll get him back, I promise you,” he said, and his words held a weight to them that made Tango want to believe him. “I’m not losing my brother, and I’m not letting you lose your soulmate.”
There was an ache there, a mutual sadness and a heartfelt understanding. He understood.
“I guess we’d better get to that meeting then,” Tango told him, tugging on a smile that was only sixty percent genuine. But, hels, sixty percent was better than nothing at all.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
The tavern Fwhip led them to was in an area of Gobland that was busier than the rest. It felt more like a city, like a central district, with shops and businesses and homes mingled together in a vibrant pallet of colors and life. The Drip - that’s what the sign said it was called - was a cool-looking bar that Tango probably would have appreciated the style of more if he wasn’t so focused on the problem at hand. A few lingering goblins had been inhabiting the space when they had arrived, but with only a few murmured words from Fwhip, the entire place had cleared out rather quickly.
Now the group had settled themselves around a table and the bartender - the sole goblin still lingering in the building - was making short order of what few drinks people had asked for. While Tango had been tempted to get something to take the edge off, he also knew he wouldn’t be much use to Jimmy if he wasn’t able to contribute to the conversation. So…sober it was. That wasn’t to say he was doing a very good job of paying attention. Grian had explained some of the situation to Fwhip and Pixl already–
“...I know it sounds unbelievable, but I’m very serious. We know many of you from outside of Empires. Scott, Joel, and Jimmy have participated in a game of mine before, multiple times. Scott’s the organizer for the Minecraft Championship, and Gem - you know Gem, right? - she’s also a member of Hermitcraft…”
–but really, when most of it was a repeat of what he already knew, and with worry for his soulmate still lingering on his mind, it was hard to keep himself focussed. His knee bounced impatiently under the table and his boot heel caught the footrest of his chair every so often, and he’d caught himself flicking his tail impatiently on more than one occasion.
Impulse could clearly tell he was getting antsy because every so often a heavy shoulder would lean against Tango’s, a gentle physical distraction, and he’d remind himself to settle down.
But then–
“I don’t know how much any of you might remember,” Grian said, a quiet barely-restrained desperation leaking into his words, “but I know Jimmy remembers a little bit. He remembered my name, and he remembered that my wings were a different color once. He…” Grian took a breath. “...he’s my brother, and we’ve been through a lot together, so maybe that’s why he remembers even a scrap about me. But that’s something.”
“He remembers the ranch,” Tango spoke up, his words hoarse and quiet.
Grian dragged his attention to Tango, as did everyone else at the table.
“Does he?” Grian asked, hopeful, and Tango nodded.
“Sort of. He’s building it in Tumble Town. Next to his house.”
Fwhip’s ears flicked forward and his eyebrows rose.
“That framework by the cliffside?” he asked. “The one that’s just an outline?”
“Yeah.” Tango summoned his communicator, ignoring the flashing CONNECTION ERROR warning that it had been giving him since arriving through the rift. He tabbed over to his photos and flicked back a few months, back before his recent work on Decked Out to the small collection he was far too familiar with by now. Among them was a photo of himself and Jimmy in front of the newly-finished ranch, Tango having been strong-armed into taking it by his all-too-proud soulmate. Jimmy had an arm slung around Tango’s shoulders and his grin was blinding, bright and warm beside Tango’s sheepish and flush-faced little smile.
It was one of Tango’s favorite pictures.
Tango set his comm on the table and slid it past Impulse to Fwhip, who stared at the photo on its screen with widening eyes.
“That’s it,” he muttered. “That’s what he’s been building. I’ve seen his build so many times…”
Fwhip trailed off, his gaze lingering on the image. Tango wasn’t sure what he was seeing there, but something must have caught his attention. The goblin’s expression softened and became melancholy all at once, something unreadable lingering behind his eyes. It lasted for only a moment or two before he sighed and pushed Tango’s communicator back across the table.
“So - you mean all of us have forgotten things? All of us have some kind of - what - amnesia?”
“Basically,” Grian told him.
“What about Gem?” Impulse spoke up, and when Tango looked over there was a frown creasing his brow and pulling down the corners of his mouth between his beard. Grian mimicked his expression, his wings fluttering behind him.
“What about her?”
“She’s acting really odd.”
More of the table gave him their attention, Fwhip more than the rest.
“Whaddaya mean by ‘odd’?” Xisuma asked, leaning forward and steepling his fingers in front of him. “I didn’t see her much today.”
“Well, she was kind of all over the place,” Scar said, and Impulse nodded with an affirming hum.
“Yeah, that,” he agreed. “And every time I saw her, she seemed to flip between tagging along with me and Pearl, and pretending she had no idea who we were.”
“And the random costume changes,” Tango muttered, which Impulse nodded along with.
“That too.”
“How do you know Gem again?” Fwhip asked, squinting at them with a strange look on his face.
“She’s a member of our server,” Xisuma told him. “She’s been with us for a season and a half by now, and she’s a wonderful builder and a wonderful friend.”
“She’s been with you?” Fwhip pressed, confusion in his expression. “Except for recently, you mean.”
Now it was Impulse’s turn to look confused, and Tango was right there with him.
“Nooo…?” Impulse said slowly. “She’s…my neighbor? I see her every other day. She was with us when we came through the rift.”
“That’s not possible.” Pixl’s voice drew their attention, his brow furrowed. “She lives here, in Dawn. She’s the princess of that kingdom. And we already established that nobody is capable of leaving the server.”
Impulse chuckled weakly, confused, shaking his head.
“That’s–”
“How long do you remember her being here?” Grian asked pointedly. “Specifically.”
“As long as any of us,” Pixl told him. “Since the founding of our empires.”
Impulse shot Tango a look, perplexed and tight around the eyes.
“But…she’s been on Hermitcraft,” he said. “Regularly. I’d even say she’s been on more than usual the last few weeks.”
Grian took a breath and a beat of silence passed with him staring off across the table, not looking at anything in particular. Just…thinking. He was tugging at his sweater cuffs again, his brow pinched. Without any preamble or a single spoken word, Scar shifted closer, resting his hand against Grian’s back just below his wing joints. He leaned in to press a quick kiss into his soulmate’s hair and Grian softened, much of the tension draining from his shoulders and too-stiff wings.
“...I need more information,” he muttered finally, and Xisuma nodded beside him. “We should talk to Gem tomorrow.”
“What about False?” This time, the question arose from Joe Hills, who had been sitting in relative silence through most of the conversation. “Isn’t she also a member of both servers?”
“Void, she is,” Xisuma muttered. “And she came through the rift with us as well…has anyone seen much of her today?”
“A little,” said Grian lowly. “At Sanctuary.”
“She was at Shelby’s place not long after we first got separated,” Tango added, followed by Impulse saying,
“And at Dawn.” He winced. “I was a bit too focused on how weird Gem was acting though, so I don’t really remember what False was getting up to.”
Grian chewed his lip thoughtfully, squinting at nothing.
“We’ll need to talk to them both then,” he mused. He nodded, slowly at first, then a little more decisively. “Right…right. Okay. Fwhip.”
One of Fwhip’s ears twitched and he tilted his head at Grian, who finally refocused his eyes back on the goblin. Grian looked dreadfully serious, something behind his eyes making him appear older and more burdened than he had any right to.
(Though Tango knew there was good reason for that. He may not have known all the details, but he knew enough of Grian’s history to know he had been through a lot. He had seen more than most Hermits probably had in their entire lifetime.)
“Fwhip, I’d like to ask permission for us to have access to your server code. OP status at least, if nothing else.”
“The server code?” Fwhip repeated, even as he pulled out his communicator. “You think it’s a server issue?”
“I’m sure of it,” Grian told him, the same time that Tango muttered, “We know it is.”
Pixl and Fwhip cast Tango a glance, and under their curious stares, he shrugged lopsidedly.
“The last time I saw Jimmy, he told me you guys were having connection and communications issues with the server. We had to time the portal just right to get him and Scott and Joel back to Empires after Double Life ended.” He folded his arms over his chest and sank back in his seat, his knee bouncing beneath the table again. “Back then I’d guessed it might’ve been a jammer, but this is way more than that. The connection just kept getting worse and worse until nobody could get through anymore, and now with the memory loss…”
Grian nodded with a wince.
“It was about that time I reached out to the Recap team and Noxcrew to see if they’d had better luck, but–” He shook his head, his wings fidgeting tensely against his back despite Scar's comforting presence at his side. “I dove into my rift experiments more steadily after that. If the hub couldn’t get through, then I’d hoped a bit of void magic would have a better chance.”
Xisuma landed a hand on Grian’s shoulder, his eyes crinkling into a smile behind the visor of his helmet.
“And you were right, my friend,” he said. “We got through.”
Grian huffed out a soft breath and flashed the other admin an appreciative look.
The chair between Tango and Xisuma creaked and Joe leaned forward, straightening his glasses slightly.
“Pixlriffs, you’re a man of record keeping and historical documentation,” he spoke up, drawing the man’s attention. “Would you say you also keep records of the daily goings on of the server?”
“I, er…” Pixl blinked at him, as though the thought hadn’t even occurred to him. “Yes, actually. My focus is on ancient history more than anything else, but today’s events will one day be tomorrow’s history. I like to help future historians’ endeavors in any way I can.”
“Wiser words were never spoken,” Joe smiled. “Well if that’s the case, have you read back through any of your old journals from the start of the server?”
Understanding dawned behind Pixl’s eyes.
“Not recently, no. I don’t often go back once I've filled a book. I keep them all organized on a shelf back at my base and only ever keep the current copy on me.”
“Well perhaps that’s where we ought to start tomorrow mornin’,” Joe decided. “You an’ I can head over and check your old records, some other folks can find Gem and False, and anyone else around can get started on examining the server code to look for categorical anomalies.”
Grian, for one, looked more than a little relieved that they had a plan of action laid out before them. Tango imagined that was where a great deal of his current stress had been spawning from - having no starting point to tackle the much too daunting task that lay ahead of them. For not the first time, Tango was grateful to have Joe Hills as a member of their Hermit family.
“That sounds like a solid plan,” Xisuma said. “Thank you, Joe.”
“Here–” Fwhip summoned an admin screen to life before him, tabbing open a secondary window and an equally holographic keyboard. “Let’s see if I can get all your comms linked up to Empires so we can keep in touch. I might not have to add anyone to the whitelist if I do this right.”
“Wouldn’t having them on the whitelist be easier?” Pixl asked. He leaned sideways to peer at the screens. “It seems like the quicker option.”
“Unless being on the whitelist makes it easier for our memories to be affected the way yours have been,” Grian pointed out, and Fwhip nodded his agreement. “It would be nice if our rescue mission didn’t end in the loss of another dozen or so players to the effects of this glitch.”
Pixl blanched at the thought.
“...ah.”
The chatter of voices rose quietly around the table, Grian attempting to help Fwhip connect the Hermits to Empires through a sort of digital backdoor method while Pixl watched on with bright curiosity. Xisuma and Joe had their heads leaned together and were talking in low tones, and Scar was making a quiet request to the bartender for another drink while he drummed his fingers idly against the backrest of Grian’s chair.
Tango let out a low breath and sank further in his chair, dragging his hands over his face and letting his head fall backward against the wooden backrest.
“...are you going back to Tumble Town tomorrow?”
Impulse’s voice was a soft undertone, murmured in Tango’s direction in a way that wouldn’t draw outward attention. For that, Tango was grateful. At the mere mention of his soulmate’s empire his chest grew tight and he ground the heels of his palms against his eyes hard enough to see stars pop up in his vision. In lieu of an answer, he let out a grumbled blazeborn wheeze and a small puff of hot air, his hair flaring a briefly brighter blue. Beside him, Impulse huffed out a quiet chuckle.
“Yeah, I thought so.”
“I told him I’d come back,” Tango managed. He let his hands fall away from his face and let his head loll sideways to look up at Impulse. His best friend was watching him, his beard crinkled into a knowing little smile. “Am I stupid for wanting to, even when it kind of hurts?”
Impulse hummed thoughtfully and shook his head.
“Nah, not stupid. A bit self-destructive, maybe, but you’re not doing it because you want it to hurt. You just miss him.”
“Yeah…” Tango went quiet for a long moment, doing his best to ignore the ache behind his eyes. “I think the alternative is worse.”
“What, not seeing him at all?”
Tango nodded jerkily, the fur of his hood tickling his cheek slightly. He ducked down against it, half-hiding in the material, just…thinking. Then he groaned and slumped forward onto the table, tugging his hood up over his head and dropping his forehead onto folded arms. The glow of his hair shone through his eyelids slightly in the new darkness. For a few blissful moments he was left in a dome of semi-quiet, the outside world muffled by the thick material of his robes and the protective barrier of his arms. For a few blissful moments he could pretend he’d just fallen asleep at his workstation in Decked Out and this entire day had been nothing but a horrible dream brought about by his lack of a regular sleep schedule. Or any sleep at all, really.
Then someone rapped gently on the table beside his folded arms and Tango lifted his head just enough to peer out from under the fur trim of his hood. Scar’s smiling face was ducked down to his level and Tango frowned, wondering what in the world Scar could want from him.
“Mind taking a walk with me, Mr. Tango of the Lovesick variety?”
Tango didn’t deign to comment on the awful nickname, scrunching up his nose in distaste…even as he (begrudgingly) admitted that it was a horribly accurate descriptor. Accuracy notwithstanding, he leveled Scar with a squinting halfhearted glare and eyed him with suspicion.
“Where?”
“Oh, just outside!” Scar’s face vanished from the small crack between the table and Tango’s hood. “I think we could both do with some air. Waddaya say?”
Tango’s first instinct was to assume Scar’s request wasn’t quite as innocent as it seemed on the surface. After all, the man was a grifter, and everyone knew it. No comment he made with that tone of voice could be taken at face value.
But…on the other hand, getting out of the tavern and away from the chatter of the group sounded like a wonderful offer.
Tango dragged himself upright and scrubbed a hand over his face. He didn’t bother knocking back his hood as he stood up, opting instead to shove his fists in his pockets and flash Scar a weary smile. Scar, on the other hand, looked chipper as ever as he grinned brilliantly at his much more melancholy friend.
“Come, come!” he urged, hooking an arm through Tango’s and leading him away toward the door. “I want to take a look at the architecture before we all turn in for the night.”
The architecture. Right. It was a very Scar thing to say, to be sure, but Tango could sense an ulterior motive from a chunk away.
Tango allowed himself one last glance over his shoulder as they left. Nobody but Impulse seemed to have noticed his and Scar’s departure. Grian was still as fixated as ever on the wall of server code Fwhip had pulled up for him, and Joe had taken out a book and quill and was scribbling rapidly in its pages. In Tango’s absence, Impulse had shifted closer to Fwhip to try and get another set of eyes on the coding the others were examining…though he must have felt Tango’s eyes on him because he turned around at the last second to offer his pyre brother a small supportive smile. Tango barely managed a forced one of his own before Scar was dragging him out into the street.
The damp chill of the cavern air was more refreshing than Tango had expected it to be once he and Scar set foot outside. He could taste a burnt metallic tang in the air that he could only assume was coming from the armory next door, and there was a layer of mustiness that wasn’t out of place in a city built so far underground.
Scar tugged him along, away from the tavern, his eyes dancing from building to building with an air of knowledgeable curiosity that had Tango wondering if the man was already collecting pieces of decor in the back of his mind for a future construction project. Goodness knows Tango often did the same when mentally dissecting other players’ redstone contraptions. They didn’t walk very far, merely taking a short stroll around their little corner of the city block, and then Scar finally broke the simple silence that had taken over the air around them.
“You know Tango,” he said, and Tango could already hear that familiar sly cordiality that often accompanied a Scar-certified scheme, “I was talkin’ to Fwhip for a while on our way over here. I heard some interesting things about this empire of his.”
“Is that right?” Tango asked, wondering where this was going.
“Yes, yes!” Scar grinned. “It’s actually built on the edge of an ancient city, if you’d believe it. I don’t know if that’s a brave idea or a very silly one, but I sure wouldn’t try it myself. Those wardens scare me too much.”
Tango snorted, a small smile cracking on his face.
“Naaah,” he drawled. “Wardens aren’t so bad, you’ve just gotta be nice to ‘em. They’re like ravagers. A bit murdery when you first meet ‘em, but once they get used to you they’re super friendly. They’re big ol’ teddy bears, really.”
Scar pretended to be stunned, affronted, his jaw dropping and a shocked sound leaving him.
“Not all of us are monster wranglers!” he protested. “I’ll have you know, I died about a hundred times trying to get that ravager into Locked Out.”
Tango snickered.
“Aww, come on! Ravagers are just big dumb chompy cows. They’re friendly! Just - get on their good side first.”
“Well, I don’t believe ravagers even have a good side,” Scar grumbled, “but the next time one tries to kill me, I’ll let you know if I can find it.”
At that, Tango cackled, letting out a barking laugh and allowing his tail to loosen from where it had become tightly coiled around his leg. It flicked out lazily from beneath the hem of his coat, shifting the heavy fabric. Tango patted Scar’s arm lightly where it was still looped through his.
“I’m guessing you won’t be staying in Gobland while we’re here?” he asked, teasing. “If you’re not a fan of wardens, then…I meeeaaan…”
“Noooo, no, no! Absolutely not,” Scar confirmed immediately. “Most people won’t be, as far as I heard. I think Grian even has plans to build a Hermit base near the rift.” He leaned in conspiratorially. “But I, on the other hand, have my sights set on Trouble Town.”
…what?
“...Tumble Town?” Tango corrected slowly, curiosity getting the best of him as he swallowed back the lump in his throat that arose upon hearing the empire’s name. “Really?”
“Oh, sure, sure!” He led Tango out of the street and up onto the pathway on the other side, leaning on him for a moment so he could crane his neck up to examine the trim on a building they passed. “Well the Sheriff offered me the chance to become his Deputy! I’m not about to turn that down.” He shot Tango a brilliant grin. “And it’s a wild west empire. What’s not to love?”
Scar was watching him expectantly, so Tango pulled on a smile, huffing out a breath.
“Yeah…” he murmured. “It’s pretty amazing. Jimmy built almost all of it himself.”
It was amazing, he couldn’t lie. For someone who had claimed to “not be a builder” during Double Life, Jimmy had proven his own claim wrong a hundred times over with the existence of his empire alone. He had created an entire community there, buildings that looked natural in their environment and helped to bring the western town and the surrounding mesa to life. It wasn’t as colorful as Sanctuary or as grand as what little of Joel’s empire Tango’d been able to see during the few seconds he’d let himself linger there, but it was homely. It was welcoming and warm and had that flair of homespun comfort that was often associated with handmade blankets and home-cooked meals.
Tango was proud of his soulmate, and he was only a little upset he hadn’t been able to say it properly earlier for fear of coming across as more friendly than a stranger should. But that was alright. He’d just have to save it for when Jimmy finally got his memories back, wouldn’t he?
There was a moment of quiet, then Scar let Tango’s arm go in favor of sinking carefully onto a low stone wall built along the front of an unmarked building. He took a breath, his fingers drumming idly along the handle of his cane.
“You know, Fwhip also mentioned that he’s looking for a redstoner.”
…and there it was. The other shoe.
Tango cast Scar a sideways glance from beneath his hood, but the man wasn’t looking in Tango’s direction. He was still admiring the trim and rooflines of a building across the street, paying little mind to the few goblins still loitering around the square. With a resigned huff, Tango dropped onto the wall beside Scar.
“A redstoner, huh?” he asked flatly, only barely playing along with Scar’s game. “You should tell Bdubs. He’d be thrilled to help.”
He didn’t have to look Scar’s way to feel the other Hermit’s eyes on him.
“Oh, I’m sure he’ll already have his hands full with Etho,” Scar said. He laughed quietly to himself. “Nooo, no, I was actually going to suggest you should take the job.”
Despite having been expecting it, Tango grimaced at the suggestion.
“I can’t,” he muttered. “I already promised Jimmy I’d help him with building the ranch, and I’d rather spend any free time trying to help fix this glitch–”
“Tango, Tango, Tango,” Scar cut him off. “If you force yourself to stay this close to the issue twenty-four-seven, you’re gonna go insane! Trust me, you should let yourself take a break sometimes. Heck, when I get too stuck in my own head, I like to do some building or start sketching up a new design, and it works wonders.” He leaned sideways to bump shoulders with Tango, a grin on his face. “You’re a redstone guy, right? So take the job! Do some redstone! Take your mind off of things once in a while! It’ll be good for you!”
Tango chewed his lip and stared out across the uneven stone street, a faint blue glow emanating from beneath his hood. He folded his arms over his chest and his tail wound its way around his waist, and he found himself tempted to let his blaze rods free from the confines of code he often kept them hidden away in.
Maybe Scar had a point. Tango had known, in accepting Jimmy’s invitation to stay in Tumble Town, that he was setting himself up for heartache. He already knew how hard it was going to be to stick around his soulmate under the current circumstances. He had all but resigned himself to his fate up until now, willing to endure anything if it meant spending even a second more time with Jimmy, but…well. His knee began bouncing again and he dug his fingers into the sleeves of his robes.
It was unrealistic. Unsustainable. Nobody knew how long it would take to undo the damage of whatever bug had gotten into the code of Empires, and for all that Tango wanted to keep a close eye on his amnesiac partner, he also knew he’d be of little use to his fellow admins if he was mentally and emotionally compromised on a daily basis.
A hand came to rest on his upper arm, drawing Tango’s attention back to Scar, whose bombastic grin had lessened into something soft and understanding.
“You don’t have to avoid him completely,” he reminded Tango, his voice low and even and almost comforting. “He’s your soulmate. I know how that goes. I’m just sayin’ you should give yourself a breather sometimes. We all need one, once in a while.”
Scar drummed his fingers against the handle of his cane pointedly and Tango gave him a wry smile.
“From the mouth of an expert,” he quipped, and Scar grinned.
“Ohhh, I wouldn’t say expert,” he teased right back. “Just someone with experience.”
Scar pulled away and got to his feet with some effort, leaning more heavily on his cane than he had been before and sighing.
“Welp, I’d love to keep chit-chattin’, but I think Grian’s looking for me.”
Tango glanced around with a frown. The streets were almost completely empty by now aside from himself, Scar, and a few lingering goblins. The familiar ambiance of an expansive cavern lingered in the air - quiet echoed bat squeaks and the resonating drip of stalactites and the sound of distant clattering pebbles - and it had been the same for as long as he and Scar had been out here. Even his finer blazeborn hearing wasn’t picking up anything different, no change in the environment around them, and yet–
The Tavern door swung open across the street, familiar macaw-colored feathers catching Tango’s eye, and he raised an eyebrow. Speak of the devil…maybe Scar could sense him coming. Maybe it was a vex thing.
“Tango?” Scar said with a smile, “Just think about it.”
Then he left Tango to his thoughts, carefully making his way across the cobbled street and being met halfway by a much more energetic Grian. The avian was flitting about his soulmate, his wings shifting constantly, and he made a sweeping gesture back toward the tavern, toward Scar, then back the way they had come on their trip down here in the first place. Then Scar laughed and grinned and said something that Tango could only assume was charming, as Grian instantly softened and rolled his eyes.
Tango snorted to himself, a tiny wry smile easing its way onto his face. For all the chaos Scar and Grian wrought upon each other on a near-daily basis, it never seemed to change how much they cared for one another. It was like a constant of the universe. Doc would always find a way to break the laws of physics. Bdubs would always gravitate toward Etho. Mumbo’s redstone would always cause lag. Grian and Scar would always be soulmates, no matter the server.
Jimmy would always be his soulmate, no matter the server.
Tango’s smile faded slightly as he watched them leave, Scar settling an arm over Grian’s shoulders and Grian chattering endlessly to him while he gestured toward a building not too far from the tavern. Tango could only assume it was an inn of some kind, based on the signage and architecture.
He sighed. He could still feel a crackle of flames at his scalp.
“Just think about it.”
Scar wasn’t wrong, Tango couldn’t deny it. Getting away from all the mental stress and distracting himself with redstone once in a while wasn’t the worst idea in the world. And seeing as the job itself was posted for by Fwhip, the admin of the server, at the very least Tango knew he’d be nearby if something important happened with the server code.
Maybe he’d take the job. Maybe.
A few more people spilled out of the tavern, Xisuma and Joe lingering outside the door with Impulse to chat. Pixl and Fwhip were still talking amongst themselves as well, their heads close and their voices low…though rather than moving toward the inn like Grian and Scar had, their path was bringing them closer to Tango and in the general direction of the route they had taken from the nether portal.
Perhaps Pixl planned on returning home for the night.
Their footsteps carried them past Tango’s seat on the wall, and it was only then that he began to overhear what was being said.
“...should bring Scott in on this,” Fwhip was saying. “Grian said he’s got a lot of admin experience–”
“Except he doesn’t remember it,” Pixl said. He shook his head, his brow furrowed. “If this amnesia issue is server-wide then he only remembers living here with you as the sole admin, just as I do.”
Fwhip swore softly and frowned.
“Right. Dammit–”
He stopped in his tracks to glance backward toward the tavern. One of his massive, batlike ears twitched, his tail flicked irritably, and then he sighed.
“Dammit. Okay. The less people the better, then…” Fwhip turned back around, glanced in the other direction, and his large eyes fell on Tango. “Oh - hey, I was wondering where you’d gone.”
Tango forced a smile.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to just poof out on ya.” He chuckled weakly and jerked a thumb at the surrounding streets and buildings. “Scar dragged me out for a self-tour. You’ve got a nice empire here, man.”
Fwhip lit up.
“Thanks!” He grinned, sharp goblin teeth on full display. Then he eyed Tango curiously, his ears perking up and his head cocking to the side. “Wait - aren’t you the one Scar said was into redstone?”
Tango’s smile went tight and he withheld a groan. Of course. Of course Scar would’ve had a backup plan for this scheming. Tango should have expected something like this.
(He had to remind himself that, for all of Scar’s trickery, it was coming from a place of care and compassion. Scar was only trying to be a good friend.)
“Yeah, that’s me.” Tango got to his feet and finally flicked his hood backward off his head, the heat that had been captured under it escaping into the damp subterranean air. “...he was telling me something about a redstone job you had for me…?”
“For anyone who wants it, really,” Fwhip shrugged. “I just need someone who can handle doing some wonky redstone for me.”
At that, Tango’s expression lit up. Ohhhh…oh, he could see why Scar had thought of him.
“Oh, I can do wonky,” he said, a genuine smile coming to life on his face, one that quickly shifted into a smirk at Fwhip’s excited expression. “Whatcha got in mind?”
By the time Impulse found him, Fwhip and Pixl had long since left, and Tango was staring up at the cavern ceiling with about half a dozen different ideas bouncing around in his head. He wasn’t planning on doing anything tonight - or even for the next few days, really - but he found himself silently thanking Scar for knowing him so well. Even if he came by once a week to help Fwhip with his minecart idea, those brief moments of respite amidst the chaos and stress would help him reset when he needed it most.
“Hey,” Impulse said, strolling up to him. He followed Tango’s gaze toward the ceiling and squinted. “Whatcha lookin’ it?”
“Mmm…nothing yet,” Tango mused. He shook half-formed redstone plans from his mind and turned to offer Impulse a tired grin. “Scar hornswoggled me. He got me good.”
A knowing smile slowly spread across Impulse’s face, accompanied by a curious furrow of his brows.
“Oh?” he asked, chuckling. “What’d he do?”
“He got me to accept a job from Fwhip to keep my mind off of things.”
“Did he?” Impulse asked, brightening. “What kind of job?”
Tango snorted.
“What else?” His grin turned lopsided. “He got me in on some redstone action.”
Impulse let out a laugh.
“Oh, of course!” He elbowed Tango lightly, and Tango shoved him back. “It’s your kryptonite. Of course you said yes.”
“Yeah, yeah, laugh it up,” Tango drawled, stepping off the curb into the street and traipsing his way toward the inn he’d seen Xisuma and Joe vanish into not too long ago. “Like you wouldn’t be saying yes just as quickly.”
Of course, he didn’t say that it had taken some serious consideration and some meddling from Scar to get him to even say yes in the first place, but…details.
“Oh, I would!” Impulse admitted, and Tango could hear the hurried sound of his heavy boots on cobble as he worked to catch up with Tango. He was quick to fall into step beside him the moment he’d reached Tango’s side. “Hey…I’m proud of you for saying yes.”
Tango’s steps stuttered and he glanced sideways at Impulse, who wasn’t even looking his way.
“...why?”
Impulse shrugged, his broad shoulders shifting upward and the belt beneath his vest chinking slightly.
“‘Cause you’d probably rather be with Jimmy right now,” he said, like the plainest thing in the world. “Heck, you’d probably rather be with Jimmy most days we’ll be here. But - I mean I told you not to torture yourself. I told you to be careful. And you are.”
Tango blinked a few times, his pace slowing ever so slightly and his jaw tensing.
“...not that careful,” he admitted bitterly, the memory of Jimmy looking concerned while Tango stared wistfully up at his unfinished build coming to the forefront. “I still said I’d help him build the ranch. I said I’d live there. The ranch, Impy-”
“You did,” Impulse admitted, and his expression turned a little pained. “And that probably wasn’t the smartest. But you also committed to something that’ll give you space when you need it. Right?” He stopped just before the door to the inn, his smile strained but still genuine beneath it all. “I’m proud of you for that.”
Tango swallowed and hunched his shoulders, his hands finding their way back to his pockets and the fur of his hood tickling his ears. He found a bit of lint with his fingertips and toyed with it while he fidgeted on the stoop.
“...it’s not much.”
“It’s something though.”
And…yeah. Yeah, he supposed it was.
“Fwhip said we can take any empty rooms for the night,” Impulse said after a moment, shouldering open the door and bypassing the empty front room to stare up the stairs. “Come talk to me before you go to Tumble Town tomorrow, okay?”
Tango gave a sharp, jerky sort of nod, and his smile didn’t feel quite as reassuring as he was trying to make it out to be. All the same, Impulse took it at face value, and he gave Tango one last one-armed hug before making his way upstairs.
Later, when Tango had found an empty room and removed his coat, when he stood in his tunic and trousers and bootless socks, when he stood at the open window and shivered in the chilly cavern air, he reminded himself that even accepting the help Scar had forcibly offered was a step in the right direction. It was good. It was no small feat to admit when he needed help at all, and saying yes to Fwhip’s job offer was as close as he was probably gonna come to admitting it in the first place. (To anyone besides Impulse, at least.)
The air was too still and too damp and too cold to be comfortable, even compared to the freezing environment of Decked Out that Tango had become so accustomed to. It was just too different. Too different from the dry, crisp, frigid atmosphere of the dungeons…too different from the warm, sweet air Tango remembered from Double Life.
More surprisingly, he found himself longing for the hot dry sun and sand-filled boots and sharp winds, a place he had no reason to call familiar…but somehow it still called to him. He was sure it had more to do with the person who lived there than the place itself. He was the home Tango was missing, even if the mesa surely wasn’t.
But he’d see Jimmy tomorrow, he reminded himself. His next visit was only one night’s sleep away.
(He knew he wouldn’t see his soulmate for a very, very long time.)
Tango took a slow, measured breath and ignored the crackling warmth in his chest. The air on his tongue tasted like sulfur.
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[A/N: So um. I'm sorry…? ^^;;; Good news: This is most likely the worst it'll ever get in this story. This is the low point. It's only uphill from here (mostly) and since the next chapter will most likely be from Jimmy's POV, it'll be MUCH fluffier! :3
…also this chapter ended up at 15.5k words, which DOUBLED THE LENGTH OF THE ENTIRE FIC. AGAIN. How?!? HOW do I keep doing this to myself??? I just - slams head on desk - I need a more sane brain. Honestly.
BUT in all seriousness, for as long as it took to write this, I am INSANELY proud of the outcome! Thank you to multiple members of the Hermitshipping Big Bang server for helping me with beta reading, and thank YOU for your patience! I hope it was worth the wait! We got to see Impulse being a GREAT friend, and Scar being a good one as well in his own way. And Grian too…I mean, a friend of mine said they were surprised he didn't know Tango and Jimmy were an item during Double Life, but Grian didn't really interact with the ranchers as much as he did with others, and I like to imagine that Tango and Jimmy didn't exactly indulge in much PDA when they were actively roleplaying for the game lol. That was kept (mostly) behind the doors of the ranch. 😋 Grian somehow COMPLETELY missed his little brother getting a boyfriend in the midst of his death game lol. (I suppose the Flower Husbands had a much more noticeable relationship though, so maybe he just never assumed anything was happening since the Ranchers were more low-key with their affections.)
ALSO I HOPE I PORTRAYED FWHIP AND PIXL WELL ENOUGH. I've seen SOME Empires stuff, but my knowledge is a bit lacking so I just - well, fingers crossed, basically lol. Hopefully what I have seen has helped me do them both justice to some degree!
And if you'd like me to go back and add other inspiration songs to earlier chapters, let me know. I have a MASSIVE chronological playlist for this story, and the main reason I won't be sharing it in full is because some future songs may be a bit spoilery hah. Sooo revealing them as we go seemed like a fun idea! I hope y'all find some good music to add to your own playlist in here!]
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"Kujaku" 八
[Disclaimer:] I am not well-versed in certain musical instruments. I am also very bad at puns. If you figure them out, good for you. And hell, if team CFVY can do it, SO CAN I!!!
While the Death Stalker is in shock, Suzume turns to the strangers, including her friends. She wipes the drained look from her face in favor of waving wholeheartedly at the group.
Nora squishes her cheeks together and lets out a dramatic gasp, "Ana!" She bursts. The ginger grins mischievously and staggers her left foot back, planting her right flat on the ground. She narrows her eyes before surging forward toward Suzume.
Suzume holds her position by bending her knees and spreading her arms out. She welcomes Nora as the other slams into her body. They tumble to the ground, giggling uncontrollably.
The reunion is sweet and emotional, especially for Suzume. All the conflictions she once felt disappeared from her mind as she enjoyed the moment. The scent of lemon zest wafts into her face and mixes with Suzume's jasmine and vanilla -- and it feels natural. Nora squeezes Suzume harder and rubs her cheek against the mantis-eyed girl's face.
"Mata aitai ne," Suzume mutters into the ginger's hair after they settle together.
Nora kicks her legs up and down from elation, "Me too," she gushes before pulling back to stare directly at Suzume. Suzume lays in the grass, her hair a slight mess from being tackled and her clothes becoming grimy from the dirt. Nora casually keeps Suzume pinned to the ground by straddling her waist and planting both of her hands on either side of Suzume's head. The latter doesn't realize their compromising position, instead, too happy about meeting with her best friend.
Nora's cheeks flush a dark pink as she jumps up and strains a laugh, "I mean-- you're here! That's so great because we're friends, and friends are usually this happy to see other friends after not seeing that friend for a while! Yeah..." she trails off after her rant and rubs the back of her head timidly.
The Death Stalker screams at the group of teenagers, causing them to become alert after the surprising interruption. Suzume gets on her feet as the scorpion skitters toward them. The ground shakes from its angry stomps, its target being the same person who gave it a handicap.
Nora stands in front of Suzume as the Grimm gets closer. She leaps forward to spin on her foot and slam the side of her hammer into one of its pincers. At the same time, Ren and a girl in black clothing dash past each other, slicing at the scorpion's bone armor with their weapons. A white circle appears under Suzume, and she marvels at the sharp snowflake that twirls in the middle. Another girl in frost clothing yanks on Suzume's arm and pulls her back by using the circle to accelerate their movement.
As they land a few feet away from the commotion, the blue-haired girl turns to the other teen and stares into her cold, pale blue eyes. They contrast greatly compared to the delicate, sea-green appearance of Suzume's irises.
"Be more careful next time," the frost girl scolds with her hands firmly on her hips. She looks a bit prissy in that position, but Suzume doesn't judge.
Instead, she gives a two-fingered salute, a habitual grin spreading across her face, "Got it. Thank you, Snow White," she says, and without gauging the other's reaction, she turns to begin running in the direction of the other students.
The frost queen splutters as she stares disbelievingly at Suzume, "Wh-Don't call me that!"
They run to another abandoned structure in the middle of a canyon. Suzume sees a wide array of stone towers, each connected by a series of stone bridges. A lone bridge leads to a central tower, and smaller towers with long, stone walkways lead to the main one. Behind the ruins is a large cliff, and it takes Suzume a moment to rethink her decision about aweing at the historical piece.
A girl with bright, red hair skirts to a stop. She takes out a golden rifle and aims at the Death Stalker, "Go! Go! Go!" she insists before shooting at the creature, gaining its attention so Ren and the monochromatic girl could get on the bridge. Ren rolls to a stop near the girl as well, shooting at the Grimm with his fully automatic pistols.
When the Death Stalker swings at the three with its pincers, they get up to back away. The chase begins, once more, across the main bridge. Suzume feels the wind kick up and she looks toward the sky. The Nevermore has fully circled and is headed their way. The bird Grimm roars as it tucks in its wings and rams into the bridge, sending most of the group to one side and the other to the location of the Death Stalker.
Ren, the redhead, and the monochromatic girl don't have time to rest as they begin battling the large scorpion. Suzume and Nora had dove forward to avoid the gap in the bridge. The blue-haired girl rubs her head as she looks around. A girl with a red cape shoots at the Nevermore with a sniper rifle, and Suzume follows her line of sight, watching as the Grimm goes towards the cliffs.
She looks at the array of towers next -- the long line of walkways that connect them intriguing her.
"Hey, Little Red," she calls to the girl with the cape. The girl stops shooting to stare questioningly at Suzume, "I'll boost your team, so be ready," she says with a sure salute before looking towards Nora.
She begins stretching her legs out, bending one foot behind her and then doing the same to the other, "Nora!" the said girl perks up immediately. Suzume gives her a thumbs up with a bright grin, "Beam me up, Shawty!" She plants one foot behind her before running at the orange-haired girl.
Nora extends her hammer and smirks slyly, "Got it." Laying her hammer flat, she allows Suzume to jump on the headpiece. The blue-haired girl crouches in her spot, getting into a mock-running stance. Nora giggles as she twirls around, swinging her hammer in a circle. Suzume holds on tight until Nora stops, and with one powerful turn, she's thrown in the air, high above the fog-infested canyon.
Suzume enjoys the breeze with jovial laughter, "Weeeeeee!"
Without missing a beat, the Nevermore catches up with Suzume, its jaw hung open, ready to devour the human. Suzume snickers as she opens her sensu's. Activating the frostweed, she feels a chill crawl up her fingertips. Taking that as an indication, Suzume slashes at the air, sending waves of ice at the Nevermore. The blades connect with its open mouth, and it's sealed shut by jagged, frozen water.
The Nevermore's high-pitched whines echo throughout the canyon as it begins to fly away. Its back becomes revealed, and Suzume uses it as a platform to land on. She tucks her legs in, shielding her head before unraveling as she collides with the Grimm. Not wanting to waste any time, she runs down its back until she makes it to the tail. The stone walkway she had been aiming for comes into view, and she leaps off the Nevermore, seeking to land on the path.
Suzume hadn't accounted for the ice breaking. The cracks were loud in her ears, a warning of certain doom if she hadn't made it in time. She then smelt the stench of rotten meat, and an uncomfortably warm breath tickled the left side of her body. She doesn't look over to the Nevermore, instead, waiting with bated breath as it gets closer.
Gunshots ring in her ears as swirls of bright, colorful lights fills her vision. Suzume takes the moment of distraction to straighten her body like a toothpick and dive through the Nevermore's open mouth.
She lands on the walkway ungracefully with a few scrapes to her knees. Pouting, she wipes the dirt from her stockings, "Gosh, that didn't go as planned."
"Wow, ya think?" Michael wonders sarcastically, and Suzume sticks her tongue out at his remark, "What is your plan anyway? Surely, not to get us killed."
"No," she huffs, "We need to get to higher ground if we want everyone to hear our music," she crosses her arms as she watches the four maidens who saved her. They continue sending volleys of bullets at the bird Grimm. The creature uses one of its wings to knock over the central tower, causing the girls to stop shooting and climb their way to another platform.
Suzume watches with interest as they propel themselves up with either their semblance or through the recoil of their guns. An explosion could be heard coming from Nora's grenade launcher. Each group seems to be fighting its own battle, and it feels like the perfect opportunity for Suzume.
Nodding firmly, she looks straight ahead to another tower, "Switch."
Michael strains their body to jump high in the air, and he latches onto the corner of the small tower with a sensu. Pushing themself up, Michael lands on the rim of the outlook before hopping down to be in the circle.
"Alright, let's do this," Michael sighs as he splays out their hands in front of him. They glow a green light, and slowly, a set of musical instruments manifest before them. The drums appear transparent, the bass being the largest of the pieces, and Michael uses it as a seat. Circular disks float through the air, each disk being different sizes to represent a drum's anatomy. They carry their own sound, and Michael tests out the high tom to make sure it works. He grins with new vigor as the familiar beat comes into play.
The tower is half broken at the top giving a good view of what's happening below. It also allows the sound waves Michael produces to be heard nearly everywhere. He cracks their knuckles before taking out their fans and using them as drumsticks to switch between the hi-hats and snare drum. He keeps their arms crossed, using their right hand to also hit the crash cymbal at certain beats. With their hands preoccupied, Michael uses the heel of their geta as a bass pedal to hit the bass drum.
The rhythm stays like this until Michael takes a deep breath, and closes their eyes.
"Repeat after me," Suzume instructs, and Michael wordlessly nods. He clears their throat until Suzume's feminine voice could be heard.
(Red Like Roses Part II [by Jeff Williams])
(Time Stamp: 0:00-1:21)
There's a dramatic pause as the Death Stalker falls into the void of the canyon.
🎶
I couldn't take it, couldn't stand another minute
Couldn't bear another day without you in it
All of the joy that I had known for all my life
Was stripped away from me the minute that you died
🎶
Their voice rings throughout the canyon, sending a wave of electricity through everyone's mind. It left the blonde firecracker feeling empowered as her semblance came to life. Red eyes bore into the Nevermore as she shot at the creature.
🎶
To have you in my life was all I ever wanted
But now without you, I'm a soul forever haunted
Can't help but feel that I had taken you for granted
No way in hell that I can ever comprehend this
🎶
The group consisting of Ren, Nora, a boy with blonde hair, and the bright redhead, look up to the tower where Suzume sits. They see the ripple of the bass drum every time she hits it, and they marvel at the fluent motion of her hands. Her voice is booming as the neon glow from her body shines high in the sky.
🎶
I wasn't dreaming when they told me you were gone
I was wide awake and feeling that they had to be wrong
How could you leave me when you swore that you would stay?
Now I'm trapped inside a nightmare every single f'ing day
🎶
The Nevermore crashes into the cliff and roars with fury. The snow princess zips past the blonde firecracker, switching places with her to attack the Grimm. There's a sense of duty in her eyes as without a beat missed, she sinks her rapier into the stone steps and ice crystals climb up the Nevermore's tail to keep it in place.
🎶
It's like a movie, but there's not a happy ending
Every scene fades black, and there's no pretending
This little fairy tale doesn't seem to end well
There's no knight in shining armor who will wake me from the spell
🎶
The monochromatic girl hangs onto a pillar as she shoots her gun at the blonde firecracker, who instantly catches it. The girls grip the string tightly as the caped female uses the recoil of her gun to land on the ribbon with her scythe. The snow princess keeps little red in place by using a black glyph.
🎶
I know you didn't plan this
You tried to do what's right
But in the middle of this madness
I'm the one (I'm the one, I'm the one)
You left to win this fight
🎶
Michael's voice crackles with a second input being added. The caped girl reloads her sniper rifle as the snow princess gets ready to propel her forward. The glyph changes from black to red, indicating the switch of its original components. Blue crystals follow the blade of her weapon when she sends little red into the sky.
🎶
Red like roses
Fills my head with dreams and finds me
🎶
The caped girl shoots forward to hook her scythe on the neck of the Nevermore. She uses the momentum to plant her feet on the wall of the cliff and begins running up its surface with the help of pale blue glyphs.
🎶
Always closer
To the emptiness and sadness
That has come to take the place of you
🎶
Little Red drags the Nevermore up the wall, and as her feet touch the sky, she pulls the trigger on her sniper, decapitating the bird Grimm. All is quiet, the rhythm of Suzume's semblance having settled and Michael wipes a drop of sweat from their brow. He looks up towards the edge of the cliff and they watch as the Nevermore's body falls to the ground, black ash emitting from its body.
"Wow..." Suzume gasps at the display, watching in envy at the performance of the young girl. Speaking of her, she stands proudly above the canyon, staring at the group triumphantly.
"Alright, sorry kid," Michael says before switching their bodies abruptly. Suzume nearly falls forward, but she quickly catches herself, "Aura's depleted."
She feels how much energy it took to perform that long, and she shakes her head thoughtfully, "You did great, Michael. Thank you," Suzume insists as she begins climbing down from the tower. The god groans in response making Suzume giggle.
She makes it back to the central tower by running across a walkway. Once regrouped with the three remaining girls, Suzume gets to work checking them out.
She enthusiastically hops over to the blonde firecracker, "Wow! I've never seen yellow hair before! Blonde, sure, but yellow is just so bright! And your heartbeat -- I can practically feel the passion!" she hyperactively bounces to the monochromatic girl next, "I love your bow, and your vest looks super cute -- like a butterfly! Your heartbeat is so quiet too, how do you do that?" she doesn't wait for an answer as she finally zips to the snow princess, "I think you're the prettiest person I've ever met! Your eyes are so cold, and your attire is white like snow. Are you actually a Snow Princess, or just Snow White? Either way, your heartbeat is so tense, like you're reaching for something so close, but so far." She ends her ranting by leaning against the white-haired girl with her right hand held out to the horizon.
No one talks, too stunned by Suzume's energetic actions. The snow princess gets out of the bluenette's hold, taking refuge near the golden firecracker and the monochromatic girl.
"Who are you?" the black-haired girl asks with an accusing finger.
Suzume catches herself from falling, but plants her fists on her hips after, "Well, it's rude to point, but I'm Suzume Ana--uh, wait- Ana Suzume!" she replies with a sure nod of her head. The three girls blink, dumbfounded but the golden firecracker speaks next.
She sheepishly rubs the back of her head as she steps forward. Confidently holding out her hand, a small smile forms on her lips, "I'm Yang, it's ice to meet."
Suzume tilts her head at the joke before a small 'o' is created from her lips, "And I am de-lighted to meet you as well," she ends with a small giggle and grabs Yang's hand. She 'ooh's once more at the blonde's strong grip and glances at her gauntlets, "Ooo, what are those?"
Yang pulls away from their handshake to pump her fists and activate her weapons, "Ember Celica. Dual ranged shot gauntlets," she presents the yellow arm guards, readily showing them off. Suzume observes them when they deactivate, becoming a pair of bracelets.
"So personable," she regards, and her attention gets turned to the girl with a cold exterior.
"My name is Weiss Schnee. It's nice to meet you," she says with a formal posture and firm, blue eyes.
Suzume tilts her head curiously, "Ano, are you a princess?" She wonders.
Weiss appears surprised by the question but smirks brazenly, "Why yes, I guess you could consider me one," she plants her hands on her hips, exemplifying her status.
Suzume's eyes widen, and she quickly stiffens her body into a perfect 90-degree angle. The contents in her backpack clink together from her quick movement, "Gomennasai, Schnee-sama! I didn't know," she frets with a conflicted expression.
Weiss blinks confusedly before huffing haughtily, "I don't know what that means, but at least someone recognizes my superior status."
Yang scoffs, shaking her head at the other's statement, "Don't let it get to your head, Ice Queen."
The white-haired girl stares exasperatedly at the blonde, "What!?"
Suzume ignores any more banter in favor of introducing herself to the girl with a big, black bow. The blue-haired girl leans on the back of her geta, easily balancing herself and holding her hand out expectantly.
The monochromatic female takes Suzume's hand, her movements remaining calm but skeptical, "Blake," she states and swiftly pulls back.
It doesn't agitate Suzume; instead, she feels encouraged to speak further, "I really like your bow. I was going to wear a light blue one, but it didn't match any of my outfits, so I gave it to Nora. It fits her better and pairs with her eyes!" She emphasizes her point by gesturing to her best friend still on the other side of the canyon.
"Right..." Blake flatly says and trails her eyes away disinterestedly.
Suzume bites her bottom lip and grips the edge of her kimono. She only frowns slightly when their interaction grows awkward.
"Well, that was rude." Michael pipes up, making Suzume shrug.
She rolls her shoulders back with a sigh, "We only just met. It's to be expected."
Blake notices the odd conversation Suzume has with herself and gives her a once over. The two surprising things about her is the huge bag on her shoulders and her previous entrance.
"What did you do?" Blake inquires, and her vague question flys straight over Suzume's head, "Your semblance. I felt... different when battling the Nevermore." Her elaboration is instantly recognized by the shorter girl who snaps her fingers.
"Oh! I manipulated your brain waves!"
It takes a moment for Blake to comprehend what Suzume said, and Yang and Weiss stop to process it as well, "'Scuse me?" The amethyst-eyed girl wonders with a puzzled expression.
Suzume simply waves off their concerned looks, "Don't worry! It's not like I was going to shut them down. That'd be pretty bad, now that I think about it." She taps her chin lightly at the notion.
"Why are you so nonchalant about that!? You could've killed us!" Weiss exclaims, glaring heatedly at the blue-haired female.
Again, Suzume waves off her worries, "Michael would never do that. He only manipulated your Beta brainwaves. Those deal with your outward concentration, basically your awareness. So he really only helped with your cooperation, and that's why no one had to speak when defeating the Nevermore. You already knew what to do by basic observation." She takes a deep breath after her splurge of dialect and then gives a thumbs up to the group, "So no worries!"
The three ladies appear further lost with the situation, and they gawk at the fact their lives were put in a random person's hands, "What!?"
"Who's Michael?"
"Why would you do that without our permission!?"
"Is it permanent!?"
Suzume covers her ears from all the shouting and numerous questions. She holds her hands out in surrender, hoping the three would calm down, "Please calm down! I can't answer all those questions at once!"
She sputters as she tries to appease them, and when she plants her right foot on the stone ground, she slips. An invisible rock stood in her path, and her bag dragged her down so she couldn't catch herself. Although, something peculiar happens. Suzume doesn't taste aged dust or feel the impending headache colliding with a hard surface would cause. She instead floats above the bridge, her left leg being held tightly by a purple light.
Suzume hears an unfamiliar heartbeat, and it elevates to show the tension that person feels. In the next instant, she's pulled higher into the sky. The straps of her bag slink up her shoulders, and she struggles to keep anything from falling out. With one hand on her bag, she uses the other to hold down the skirt of her kimono -- keeping her dignity. Next, she's spun around to face an older lady with platinum blonde hair and piercing, light green eyes.
"Uh, oh..."
"Uh, oh..."
"What do you think you're doing, young lady?" It was a rhetorical question, but Suzume couldn't stop herself from answering it.
"Well, funny story--" She begins but is interrupted by the crack of the lady's crop against the open air. Suzume squeaks as she's brought closer to the woman. She hangs above the foggy canyon, and she flicks her eyes between her demise, and her captor.
"That wasn't to be answered. You snuck your way into Beacon and disrupted the Initiation for what? All students were to arrive on time yesterday, so you had your chance. That being said, I will personally escort you back to the dropships and send you to wherever you came from." She leaves no room for arguments as she drags Suzume precariously to the other side of the broken bridge, "The rest of you, return to Beacon Cliffs."
Suzume passes Ren and Nora, and she gives them a sheepish wave. Ren has an amused-disbelieving look, while Nora is concerned but still happy. The blue-haired girl silently promises to be back as she disappears into the forestry.
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