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“Allright Wemmbu, we’re here. This is the northern council. Here, pot invis, pot invis. Let’s regear, and we’ll head up,” Parrot whispered and threw a splash potion of invisibility. There they were, standing in the middle of LAW territory.
Wemmbu looked at the vote scores. Parrot had the fewest votes out of all, and of course, the top candidate was LettuceK, 6000 votes ahead of the 3 other candidates. The place was huge, made of deepslate, blackstone, tuff, and other types of rocks. There were two giant statues of soldiers. He kept following Parrot, climbing up a strange tower.
“Soo.. How are you going to get 6000 more votes before the end of this..? I mean, you have the least votes of all,” Wemmu asked. Parrot took a moment to consider the question while opening a chest and placing down his own ender chest.
“Just trust the plan, bro,” Parrot handed Wemmbu another set of netherite armor, one that isn’t half broken like his. It had protection four, unbreaking three, and mending. Parrot placed down a shulker full of experience bottles, rockets, potions, and elytras.
“Last time I trusted your plan, I almost got killed,” as Wemmbu picked up the armor, his eyes widened, “Yo, how did you get all this?” Wemmbu looked in the shulker and reorganised his inventory to one he was familiar with. Manepear, an old friend, taught him how to organize his fighting inventory. He put on the armor, offhanded his elytra, and mended it. He also had mended both of his maces, [Gambit] and [Crucible].
“Don’t worry about it, Wemmbu,” Parrot reassured, “Let’s go, now. We have—” Parrot stopped abruptly. He looked at the book he was holding. It was the book back when Spepticle was… unbanned. Now that he thought about it, he could’ve stopped him. If only he had gone under that anvil instead of Spepticle, he could’ve survived. Before he had gotten lost in his thoughts, Wemmbu stopped him from spiralling.
“Hello? Earth-to-Parrot. Are you there?” Wemmbu shook Parrot violently, the avian’s braid coming undone.
Parrot snapped out of his trance, “Oh, right. Sorry, Wemmbu.” Parrot closed the book and set it down. Wemmbu glanced at it, smelling the tension in him, but he didn’t press. Parrot was unnaturally quiet before standing up and climbing down the ladder. Parrot equipped his armor and resplashed Wemmbu with a potion of invisibility. “Alright, come on, we’re kind of late now,” Parrot rushed.
They climbed down the tower using the ladder while Parrot kept an eye out for Law. Wemmbu followed him, fully invisible.
Parrot walked into the castle while Wemmbu sneaked behind him, trying his best not get caught.
They walked past the guards and through the long hallway. Finally, they reached a staircase that seemed to go on forever. “Yo, Parrot, you hear that?” Wemmbu whispered.
“Yeah, shut up, shut up. Be quiet, bro.” Parrot hushed. He started walking up the stairs, glancing at the guards.
“Are you sure this is going to prevent Letty from winning?” the demon hybrid asked.
“Letty? Who— Oh, Lettuce. Well, as I said, you’re my last hope, bro. If this doesn’t work, this server is going to get ruined. This server doesn’t deserve to have a dictator,” Parrot admitted. “Alright, we’re here. Shut up, okay? Have your milk bucket out and drink it when I tell you to.” Parrot turned and walked out the big opening, right out to the stage.
“I promise I will execute Wemmbu when I become king, and he will be banned from this server forever. I will also—” LettuceK was cut off when Parrot walked up to the empty stand that was his, and took the microphone from LettuceK. Parrot glanced at Lettuce, catching his poorly masked irritation.
“Hello everyone, I am sincerely sorry for being late, since I had to bring a little friend,” Parrot ignored it as the crowd booed him, “Please, come up here,” Parrot looked behind him to an invisible player. He quietly pointed at the milk bucket the invisible player was holding, and they drank it. The invis potion wore off, flashing Wemmbu’s form as Wemmbu stepped up next to Parrot.
“This, everyone, is the prisoner LettuceK promised to keep imprisoned. LettuceK proves to be untrustworthy and has lied about keeping Wemmbu in prison. In fact, Wemmbu has been out of prison for about a month, and everyone was kept in the dark about it. Have you thought about how weak LettuceK actually is without his army of thousands of players killing innocent players just like Wemmbu? You might think he’d be helping the people, giving you riches, but it isn’t that simple. He is threatening an innocent player like Wemmbu for defending himself against the 1000 players LettuceK sent to murder him and Flamefrags. He is hiding these facts from you, and those are steps to dictatorship. When LettuceK becomes king, he will—”
“That is enough! All that comes out of your mouth is lies! Wemmbu is a dangerous prisoner who should be kept in prison. He has banned more than a thousand people on this server, and that is enough to get him publicly executed!” LettuceK defended himself, “I’m just trying to protect the innocent people of the server from dangerous players. You’re also now a criminal, Parrot, since you're actively helping a wanted criminal and bringing him to a safe space where no dangerous player should be.”
“Even so, everyone will know that you failed to do the only thing you promised them. They are guaranteed to vote for someone else,” Parrot said with confidence.
He stepped up, opened his mouth to give another speech, before LettuceK announced, “I just got word that your little bird friend is in the hands of the law.”
“Theo..baldthebird, right?” He continued, watching Parrot’s hand twitch in anger.
“Lettuce, you should’ve kept this between the two of us,” Parrot threatened. His face was perfectly calm— too calm. Like the unnatural tranquility before a big storm. Lettuce didn’t let it get to him. The little baby bird can’t hurt him. He only has the brains, not the brawn. Nonetheless, he had to keep an eye on a certain purple blob in the corner of his eyes. Who else would it be but the destructive devil who had ruined his entire plan?
“Hah, what, you’re gonna kill me?” LettuceK asked sarcastically, “No, you can’t do anything to me, ParrotX2. Your threats are empty. You’re weak without your little birdy standing by your side at all times. Not only are you weak, but all your little friends are also dead.”
“What? How did you- You’re the one who killed them. You murdered Spepticle. You’re the one who killed my friend,” Parrot said bitterly. LettuceK didn’t mind. He would kill anyone who got in his way of ruling the server. Though he wouldn’t admit that.
“He was a criminal. He betrayed the Law; he covered for you. It’s your fault that he died.”
“Alright, time’s up, guys. Time for Boosfer’s speech,” Deputy_Ace announced as he handed the microphone to the green candidate. “..Boosfer? Hello?” Deputy_Ace tried to get Boosfer’s attention as the green player stood there quietly.
“This is unacceptable. I will have to put the election on pause. We cannot have a criminal among our candidates. Everyone is dismissed,” LettuceK stated.
“Wemmbu, run,” Parrot urged as he looked in his inventory and took out a fishing rod. He pulled his stasis chamber using the fishing rod and got away from the guards charging at him. Meanwhile, Wemmbu had wind charged up in the sky and ender-pearled far away from the Northern Council.
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As Parrot got out of the water, he took his communicator out of his inventory. He turned it on, sending a message to Wemmbu.
You whisper to Wemmbu -> My potion shop. 1565 ~ 4580.
Wemmbu whispers to you -> ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა got it
Wemmbu whispers to you -> going to your little ParrotX2 shop
You whisper to Wemmbu -> Quick.
Parrot took a deep breath, attempting to calm himself from the adrenaline rush. He placed down an ender chest, taking out several shulker boxes and stocking his shop’s potions into them. Right after he had finished, Wemmbu arrived at his shop. “So, where are we goin’, ParrotX2?” Wemmbu asked, breathing heavily as he fixed his long purple hair.
“Do you know anyone who can train me?” Parrot asked.