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Eye had been running for about thirty minutes now. Why was he running? Well, he was being chased by his former teammates AND Beatsrice across the entire spawn. Why was this happening? No clue. What he did know was that he left his mace behind at base because he thought he'd be safe just collecting some resources that Delight asked for. So now he was practically being jumped.
A twig snapped beneath him as he ran for his life,they were yelling for him to stop and that they “wouldn't hurt him”. Yeah right, Eye was on three and a half hearts, as if he'd believe that.
“Bro- Get back here! We just wanna talk!” Beatrice yelled out from behind him, their footsteps starting to slow down from exertion. “Oh my god- Why does he run so fast?!”
Eye rolled his eye at that, of course he was fast. They probably just didn't have stamina that well. When their chase entered a clearing, he took it as a moment to search his inventory if he had anything of use. Water bucket.. He could find a cliff to clutch off and get some distance.. Did he seriously leave his golden apples at home.
Oh my god I left them at base. He thinks as he stares at his inventory slots, not focusing on where he was running anymore. Big mistake, he trips on a tree root that Eye swears was not there to begin with and falls straight to the ground.
The dirt irritates his singular eyeball, a lot. So he gives up, just like that (no he wasn't, he's just strategizing under the impression of surrender). Eye feels himself getting picked up, or dragged, he was busy with his thoughts.
“Alright, I got him. Where were we going again?” Oh. Ren was the one who picked him up. Whatever, Eye could just struggle later when he regenerates somehow.
The other three stare at him like he just proudly announced he could drink the whole ocean in one go. “There is no way you forgot.” they said in unison, unamused.
Okay, okay. Y'know what? Let's go back to see why this was even happening.
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Half the server was getting really, really bored with these two very obviously pining for each other. It was painfully obvious with the way Eye kept longingly staring at Vista like he hung the moon and Vista jumping in whenever Eye even gets remotely injured. It could be taken in a platonic way, but the way they act was a little too obvious.
Sunny sighed, sitting atop one of the arena walls dramatically “Dude, they genuinely need to get themselves together and actually confess”. He complained, loudly. “I'm getting sweetness overload from how much Eye rants about Vista with this lovesick look in his eye.”
The statement gets a groan of agreement from Yama and a simple nod from N0Maxor. “Right? Like, get your shit together and fess up.” Yama comments, trying to discreetly shoot an arrow at N0Maxor to see if he notices. He does notice, and he pretends to act like he wasn't wielding a bow to begin with.
“I'm convinced Eye is blind to admiration, and Vista is oblivious as hell.” N0Maxor jabs, even if both individuals are not there to witness their complaining. When he notices the slight stare the other two are giving him, he sighs. “I mean the blind part metaphorically, I know he's legally blind.”
“Metaphorically, hypothetically, or rhetorically and whatnot, we need to get them to realize their feelings somehow.” Yama mentions, now just runninf around in circles around the arena. Just a thinking habit, it was bound to dizzy him eventually but whatever.
Sunny sighs, looking up at the clouds as he ponders what he could possibly do. Telling them outright would get denial, and if by some miracle they actually understand his points, it makes it a boring confession. Asking them individually would only give both an opportunity to gush about each other and somehow not notice..
An idea clicked.
“.. Get everyone on the server except Eye and Vista, I've got a plan.”
N0Maxor and Yama look at him questioningly, but neither of the two protested as Yama was already walking out the arena gates and pulling out coords to bases whilst N0Maxor took out his communicator to contact everyone into the arena. Okay, good, they weren't questioning him. But it'd become a problem if not everyone showed up due to suspicion.
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Frog stared at the communicator ping for god knew how long. Other players near her started to notice, Lemmn paused scrolling through their comms and looked over, reading the message on the holographic screen.
<N0Maxor whispers to you> Come to the arena at spawn, it's urgent.
“The hell?” Lemmn mumbled as they read the message, staring in confusion at the lack of explanation as to why they needed her. Not until their own communicator buzzed from the same message.
A silence fell over the small group, opting to dedicate the next few minutes deciding whether they should actually show up or not. “.. Everyone else got this?” Frog decided to question, looking up after the silence passed.
A collective nod or hum of agreement from everyone.
“.. Okay, so. We work in numbers, let's all go at the same time so if we get jumped then we can fight back.” She suggests.
“Alright.” “Sure?” “Let's do it.”
D1mber sighed, picking up his netherite sword. “‘Kay, let's go.”
And as they exited their base, one simple thought occurred to them as their steps echoed with the crunch of grass below.
There is something fishy going on.
And they're getting roped into it.