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Jaiden angered a god.
She had followed him to a ledge in the Nether to “mentally comprehend it all,” like he had said to, gazing out at expanse of lava stretching beyond her vision. Tommy had been standing on the edge and looking down, he hadn’t been paying attention to her standing behind him, and, sure, while she could’ve said it was an accident—no, she did it purposely.
It was kind of funny, when she thought about it. Jaiden, always getting distracted by her surroundings, mining with the wrong tools, and being a sacrificial lamb to mobs had temporarily killed a god. Was Tommy even a god? He certainly wasn’t human; he had the nonsensical powers to prove it. It was a dangerous line to walk, she knew, if he was, but that wasn’t too important to her. Not as she watched him fall into the lava with an almost comical scream, practically doubling over from her laughter.
She eventually tooted the horn to bring him back, standing on that same ledge. She waited a few moments, collecting the little mushrooms nearby in the meantime, until she saw Tommy appear in the Nether portal—his music, conveniently, following with him. She watched in amusement as he walked to the edge, letting out a surprised laugh when he stepped off with a completely deadpan look on his face.
No death message this time, though. He soared up from where he fell, staring down at Jaiden. “You wronged me!” he roared. She had to give credit where credit was due; he did, admittedly, look a little menacing.
“You said to bring the horn, I thought that was a good thing.”
“Y–yeah. It was when you killed me a minute ago, that was—that was the wrong that you did, that was when you wronged me.”
“Ah,” Jaiden said, searching for a tree to mine. “I see, I see, I see. Okay, we’re on the same page now.”
Tommy grumbled something to himself at that. Able Sisters continued to be louder than her own thoughts as she continued to collect wood, and she chuckled. “Do you have any other songs you play?”
“I do, actually,” Tommy said, still floating in the Nether’s hazy air. “I have Sweet Child O’ Mine”—the first guitar riff began to play—“and Mr. Brightside.”
The beginning of that song played, too, and Tommy smiled a little. “Similar, eh?”
“Yeah,” Jaiden said simply, and Tommy laughed. She giggled along. “Yeah, great. So do you just pull those out whenever you want?”
“I mean, yeah, I do, I—you’re changing the subject, Jaiden,” he said suddenly. “Didn’t you hear me? You wronged me.”
“I did, I did. But it was funny, you have to admit,” she said, looking up at him.
“It wasn’t funny,” he scoffed. “It was rude. Flat-out rude.”
Jaiden rolled her eyes, sorting through her inventory. “You’re a god, man. Don’t be so miffed about it.”
“I am a god! I’ll smite you, if you make me angry enough, Jaiden.”
She yelped as a hoglin ambushed her, getting stuck in between two trees and hastily trying to avoid it. She braced herself for the worst—until she heard the swift swing of a sword and a bellow right behind her. She turned around, seeing faded particles in the air and Tommy with his sword in his hands.
Jaiden took a breath, a grin growing on her face. “Still thinking of smiting me?”
“A ‘thank you, GodInnit,’ would be nice,” Tommy said grumpily. “But no, I won’t smite you. Today.”
“Thank goodness,” Jaiden laughed, following Tommy through the trees.
“You’re a handful, Jaiden,” Tommy said, and she snorted. “Cool, I guess, but a handful. Keep this up and you’re gonna change the world—”
“Again, I think that could be a good thing.”
“—in the worst way.”
Oh. Jaiden considered it for a moment. “At least I’ll be making my mark,” she chuckled, and Tommy audibly groaned.