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He holds the object in his hands, unsure what to do.
He knows what he could.
He knows he should.
Would they really want this.
Would he really want this.
What about them, he can't just forget about them.
You know what? Screw it!
He throws the eye into the air, a second, then another, then an explosion. The sky is filled with smoke as yellow and green particles get thrown out. "What the hell my totem!" He's a little shaken, has been since the battle just a few minutes ago. It's not just like one of the strongest players you've even known suddenly dies on you as soon as you become friends again.
"Nufuli...?" He asks, there's still smoke in the air blocking his vision. A groan comes from the rubble. Slushly's eyes widen as he rushes towards the figure pulling them into a hug, accidentally causing them both to tumble over. He can't help but begin to cry, slow, silent tears dripping down his face. They land on the ground beneath him.
"Oh my god, I thought it wasn't going to work." He says as his voice continues to shake. He knew revival was possible but after the shrines were destroyed he had his doubts. He looks up at the player in front of him, the leviathan stares back confused, as if he can't even see the man in front of him. "Nuf-" before he can continue he can feel the other slip from his grasp as his head tilts sideways. Did he just faint?
Slushly begins to panic a bit. He doesn't know how to help, like at all, sure he's dealt with unconscious people before but the fact it's Nufuli just feels different. The guy was never one to show weakness no matter how scared he seemed. All he can do now is drag him to the bed in his vault. He doesn't bother sneaking around, their previous use of the Book Of Knowledge made them immune to any mobs. That includes the warden in the base.
He's unsure what to do now, ultimately he decides to contact Loonac. He's one of Nufuli's friends. At least he thinks...last time he saw the guy they didn't seem to be too fond of him. Regardless he was his last hope.
You Message To Loonac: Nufuli's unvonscious
You Message To Loonac: Can u jelp me
You Message To Loonac: Wrre at his vsult
His hands type quickly not caring for the obvious mistakes in each phrase.
Loonac Messages To You: You we able to revive him
Loonac Messages To You: Send me cords
He didn't waste time typing the numbers into the communicator in his hand.
You Message To Loonac: Place water in the stone to open it
Loonac Messages To You: Thanks bringing doopter over too
Slushly remembers who Doopter is, the guy used to be one of Wyll's guards before betraying him for them. He's the one who hangs out with Nufuli the most after Loonac left him. He even got a bounty for him. God why did he even choose to become a bounty hunter, that was such a dumb idea.
His eyes drift back to the unconscious man on the bed.
Then to the book in his inventory.
He decides to prepare a gear shulker for when Nufuli wakes up, his blue-trimmed armour, some pots and his tools. A few breeze rods and obsidian before deciding to place in the Book Of Knowledge. It's the least he can do after getting him killed and using his own mace, Tide, to revive him.
A mace can be replaced, a friend could not.
Were they even friends?
He puts the shulker down next to the bed, "hopefully he wakes up soon..." He says to no one in particular. It isn't long before Loonac and Doopter arrive, they look calm if anything. He wonders how they can have so much faith in him when he barely knows them.
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Loonac was at his base when the message arrived.
Nufuli has been banned.
The sound of a death message echoed through the air. "What the..." He says, reading the message over for the sixth time. There was no way that just happens. He looks round at his friends, Peebs and Doopter, who seem to look just as lost.
He knew Nufuli wasn't the strongest in the server but to think that he got banned just like that raised so many red flags. He had to stay calm, Nufuli still had an individual revive left, he just had to get his hand on an eye and something he owned.
The revival shrine is broken.
Loonac and him have been taking a break from eachother, as stupid as that sounds, he doesn't have anything from him.
Minutes past by like seconds, the group huddled round in silence. Mourning the loss of a friend who they didn't even get the chance to say goodbye to. Mourning someone who saved them and was a good friend. Mourning someone who they barely knew. A ping, then another, and then a third. The snowman pulled out his communicator.
Slushly_ Messages To You: Nufuli's unvonscious
Slushly_ Messages To You: Can you jelp me
Slushly_ Messages To You: Wrre at his vsult
"Guys, Slushly revived Nufuli he needs help." He says breaking the solemn atmosphere. He's typing back a response as he gets up from his seat. "You're kidding let me come with!" Doopter jumps up at the chance completely forgetting what happened not even twenty minutes ago. "Sure, Peebs can you protect the base?"
"Ok, it's not that I was close with the guy anyways so it's fine." The man got up from his place walking back towards the base with a sigh. He opens the chat back up to reply
You Message To Slushly_: Send me cords
After a bit of info from Slushly he flies of in the direction of the vault, Doopter trailing not too far behind.
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All he can feel is pain, a sharp excruciating pain that courses through his body. His mind is clouded in a fog so thick he could get lost in it. The sound of his own heartbeat filters through his ears, overlapping with a long ringing noise.
There's a tingling sensation in his limbs, he feels so unbelievably weak right now. There's a small thud he hears as a blur of red and white pushes him to the ground. There's familiarity in the voice but he's unsure who's it is.
He tries to get up only to feel as all strength vanished from his body and his conscience starts to fade.
What had he just gotten himself into?