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Prompt: Flowers
The sun rises on Boatem, the rays bouncing off the copper roof of the Swaggon, waking up the lamas that grunts tensing up the leashes that ties them to big cart-boat, the animal verses wake up Impulse’s dogs that starts to run back and forth under their owner yellow windows, ready for breakfast as the citizen start to rustle, getting ready for another day of hard work.
Grian leans off the window of his bedroom, watching impatiently as the light climbs on his deepslate roof and then rolls down to kiss Treesa’s leaves, the blond multicolored wings tremble in anticipation waiting for the moment when finally the sun will deign himself to caress the roof of Mumbo’s bedroom.
Mumbo Jumbo is still in deep sleep, his blanket pulled up over his chin, only the black moustaches popping up from the edge. A metallic sound break the silence and the peace quickly turning in a cacophony of meccanic sounds and weird rustling of cut greenery and then…
The dry popping of a dozen of droppers all together…
And an avalache of petals and plants and seeds falls all over the poor sleeper, burying him under a multicolor hill. The man opens his eyes abruptly, hands clutched on his blanket. Mumbo spits a tulipan that tangles in his moustaches.
- “flowers?” –
He asks looking around
- “flowers??” –
He asks again standing up and blinking, trying to make sense of the monstrosity of a machine that has replaced his roof and that keeps raining petals on his head
- “flowers???” –
He jumps off the bed, ever more confused, observing what should have been a simple flower farm but that has somehow turned into a mad inducing mix of redstone lines leading to nothing and redstone torches blinking uselessly
- “GGGRRIIIAAANNNNN” -.
Mumbo rumbly scream is strong enough to make Scar flinch and lose balance, the man falls off the precarious dirt scaffolding he had been balancing on and explodes in a miriad of blocks and tools upon contact with the ground.
Grian stiffles a malevolent laugh as he opens his wings and takes flight, gently landing in front of Treesa. He start whistling, feigning innocence, waiting for his friend to gloat on his victory. The sound of chests opening and closing and doors slamming precedes the apparition of Mumbo Jumbo lanky figure, his hawaiian shirt making him stick out between the leaves like a sore thumb.
- “Grrriiaaaannnnnnnn” -
Says the brit again bowing deeply to look the pesky bird in the eyes
- “what have you done to my base?” –
The blond smirks and drags the clawed feet leaving a little line in the ground
- “I have no clue what you are talking about Mumbo” –
- “the farm Grian! The farm that has filled my house with flowers!” –
- “ooohhh, that? Lately this place has been lagging like crazy, must be Doc fault” –
- “are you telling me that that thing lagged itself into existence?” –
The two look at each other, Mumbo bowing even more deeply, almost touching the friend, then they throw their heads back, belly laughing, Grian wipes away a small tear
- “forgive me Mumbo but I must go now” –
Grian has left the game
Mumbo remains still for a moment looking at his surroundings, then slowly he turns to face Treesa and a pickaxe appears in his hand as he gets ready to tear down Grian creation.
Grian has joined the game
The avian stretches, flexing his colored wings, in front of him the Boatem Pole. From afar he can sees Pearl that tries to put a creeper in a boat but she is too far away to hear her or to hear the aggressive hissing of the creature as it realizes to be stuck inside the ship. Grian takes off to watch the scene from a safe distance amd to better watch the brunette dancing around the creeper, unsure, before sprinting forward and tagging the monster with an enchanted nametag. Pear jumps back and the creature hisses furiously but then magically it finds itself upside down. Grian chuckles and turns back on his tracks to go home, he flies over the Swaggon and Treesa and a bright green moss mountain…
Wait a moment…
A moss mountain? What has happened to his base? Confused he starts to circle in the air untill a laugh catches him off guard and Mumbo flies over him, an hand glider of knit leaves strapped to his chest that allows him to make an elegant piroette.
- “hello Grian, we must be having horrible lags today!” –
A very wide smile shines bright all over his face, so wide that not even his moustaches can hide it, the blond flaps his wings to get near his friend
- “and so a whole moss mountain has lagged over my base?” –
- “so it seems, Grian!” –
Mumbo swerves, flying over his creation, upon his passage a fine white powder falls on the ground bringing life and making all sorts of flowers bloom, filling the air with their fragrant smell
- “oh, no!” –
Shouts Mumbo amused
- “it appears i’m lagging bonemeal all over the moss! Oh, noooo!” –
Grian pushes himself upwards, a bag full of bonemeal appears in his hands as he joins his friend, together, laughing, flying all over Boatem valley, bringing with them roses and tulipans and poppys and all kind of flowers untill sunset.