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the nether - realm was quiet and a bit boring , no one to talk to but the souls that died . And they were a bit .. melancholic..
which, they had their right too! they were dead and that’s no fun, she assumed.
But right now there was no souls too ferry, just her and Pollux and the tranquility of the nether - realm
or there was, before the river started acting up and weird.
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Unstable SMP
“are u sure we should.. like activate this thing in the house??”
Spoke nodded enthusiastically , his inky black hands itching to turn the thing on
“totally!”
“beside the fact it could I don’t know, explode??”
“why in the world would it explode?”
it exploded, Mapicc would never let him live this one down..
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The river of souls splashed violently against the grass and flowers as Castorice got closer to it, some parts even looking to glitch.
“what.?” She knelt down to inspect the ever growing waves. Even splashing against her white dress she wore staining it a murky purple
the waves got more unstable (pun intended)
and ripples appeared, as if someone was trying to shove itself out of the river.
Pollux growled lowly behind her, unease creeping into its bones, Castorice shared that estimate.
just as she reached her hand out to touch the murky purple water — a hand shot out to grab at her
the skin black, like ink grabbing at her wrist and pulling it into the waves
“hey—!” another one appeared to grab at her other arm, her glove wrinkling under the pressure.
it was futile, in the end. She got dragged into the dark waters . The noises of a panicked dragon fading from her ears
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back in Unstable SMP
“ ’why would it explode’ ..you said” the boy in red said in a mocking tone as he plucked purple and lilac flowers off his head
the house looked like an overgrown flower garden, full of flowers and some dark purple liquid, in the middle lay a heap of both.
“it was flowers be grateful the house didn’t explode!”
“oh yeah! Let me be real grateful the house looks like a failed garden—“ he got cut off by the heap of flowers twitching, dark purple liquid seeping underneath
he heard spoke giggle nervously as it twitched again, before a figure abruptly sat up from it with a gasp
“woah!” He grabbed spoke before the boy could get close to the stranger (which he knew he would try to)
The girl was dripping of the same purple liquid, staining her white dress (or he assumed it was white.. it was hard to tell.)
she had dark purple skin — with some lighter purple freckles spanning out across her body. Light purple hair (which was also wet and dripping.) fading into dark purple at the ends, her hairstyle looked to be a complicated braided one, two twin tails at the ends and a styled waterfall one at the back of her scalp.
“She wasn’t,, here before was she?” Spoke mumbled, looking at the girl on the ground in a bed of flowers. sounding curious and mildly excited
“I mean— she could’ve been invisible??” He replied, tilting his head while staring at the girl who had yet to react to any of their voices.
“We would’ve seen the particles at least!” they weren’t that dumb!
the girl seemed to be busy looking at her arms, with ever growing confusion . Then at the surroundings and oh! she was looking at them
“..hhey?”
The girl stared for a bit before replying in a language both of them didn’t understand
“ποῦ ἄρα εἰμί;”
; *..where am I?*
“maybe the exploit messed with her??..”
“spoke that’s rude, she probably just doesn’t speak English??.” he stepped closer to her but as he did , in the corner of his eye
*wither effect* ; with no time or anything, the time was all jumbled up
he made a confused sound and stepped back,
it disappeared
stepped closer
back it was!
“wweird..” he looked at the girl with confusion, who was standing up on her shaky legs
“dude— look!” spoke pointed to the girl with excitement and a hint of bewilderment in his voice
the girl didn’t have a name tag ontop of her head.