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mindcrackloveCurse my love of cryptic megalomaniacs.
Uh, hi there. Call me Ecto. I’ve beenstalking following the dreamwidth for about a week now and figured it was time to post. Kinda nervous as I saw a lot of smut around here and I tend to stay away from smut, but oh well. A little variety never hurts, right? First post. Please be gentle.
So here you have it, a somewhat experimental fic starring the enigmatic E prankster and his unfortunate victim(s). Part one of many. Without spoiling too much, I'll tell you that there will blood. Lots of blood. Oh yes.
In the torch light, blazing
With diamonds in hands
Without even caving
When melodies in deserted lands
Of gold cease to play
Stopped when it burned-
This is the beginning of games
In the new-founded world
More mysteries to solve
When ghosts and spirits arise
And they won't be gone
Catch if you can, bear in your mind
Whispering,
You are watched.
There's nothing that can convince him that this isn't Etho's doing.
The last thing Bdoubleo had expected when he logged onto the server this morning was somebody very notably staking their claim of his arena. He had taken it at first with a good heart, sending Etho- because who but Etho would plaster the words ETHOS ARENA on his build?- the obligatory nice prank, but is that the best you could do? through Skype. It figures that Etho surprises him with the completely sincere way he asks Bdoubleo what he's talking about, and Bdubs supposes he should have expected it. He certainly wouldn't have admitted it, and he expects no less from the man on the other end of the call. That doesn't change the fact that it takes fifteen minutes of constant prodding and physically dragging Etho to the arena to explain the situation, and all Bdoubleo has to show for it is the ninja’s look of bewilderment and his own growing frustration.
“Waitwait,” Bdoubleo’s voice rises to a sharp peak, staring at Etho with brows perked high and TNT menacing in his hands. There's no way Etho isn't guilty. It's too obvious. Even as he humors the ninja's proclamations of supposed innocence, his mind is already turning over a half-dozen ways to get revenge. Zisteau's right: payback will be a bitch.
“So you’re sayin' you've got nothing- nothing to do with this?”
Etho scoffs, as if something of this magnitude is beneath him. "Don't insult me, Bdubs. Do you think I'd pull something like this?"
"Yes!" the Team America member's patience is beginning to thin. Etho is without a doubt one of the most prolific trolls on the Mindcrack server, relying on his wits and redstone prowess to trick anybody who had the "privilege" (his words) of being one of his victims. The death games, Zisteau's painting-covered house, and the dispenser traps that he rigged Anderz's place with are all testaments to that simple fact. In comparison, the idea of Etho lying right to his face is nothing. He can just see the ninja grinning ear to ear on the inside, resisting the urge to burst out laughing at each accusation.
And yet, something about this doesn't feel right. Why would somebody like Etho choose to do something as simple as cover the front-facing wall in his name? He doesn't deal in small pranks, and looking up at the blocky letters the only word that comes to mind is pedestrian.
But doesn't that fit him? If Etho's style is playing games with his victim's head, then isn't this perfect? This would be just like him; to simultaneously convince Bdoubleo that this is and isn't his doing. Where's the redstone? Where are all the traps? Where are the hidden dispensers, and why can't he find the cheeky note? It's not like him at all, and that's what makes it perfect. The greatest criminals are the one that convince you that they don't exist, after all.
"What's this really about? Are you still bitter about the whole Kaizo Caverns thing?" Etho's tone is almost concerned enough to make Bdoubleo excuse him right then and there, but thoughts of sneaky ninja trying to throw me off the scent! come to mind and are nearly vocalized.
"What? Etho, no, it's- hey!" He shouts, switching to a diamond sword and moving a step towards the other. "Trying to throw me off, eh? Why so eager to change the subject, Easy E? I mean, you're the one that built this-"
"I told you I didn't do it!" Etho protests, backing from the drawn sword.
"Sure, sure," Bdubs stretches the second u of suure, rolling his eyes. "And I'm the queen a' England! Why can'tcha admit you just did it, E? Who else would do this?"
Etho grits his teeth. Not good. That sword is a little too sharp for his liking, and he's in his iron armor. If Bdoubleo is going to start something, he's going to have to run. "I don't know, Zisteau? Nebris? Bdubs, you're my friend! Somebody set me up."
"You'd like me to believe that, wouldn't you?!"
"Yes!" there's further protest obvious on his lips and the way his eyes dart anxiously around. Bdoubleo figures he's looking for an escape route, which means... what? That he's close? That Etho's about to squeal?
Before Bdoubleo can continue his line of questioning, Etho speaks. "Listen, Bdubs," he heaves a sigh, glancing long at the sun sinking behind the distant mountains. "It's getting late. I have to head back to my base and put some more work into the wither spawner. Let me know if you ever found out who did this, alright?" He slings a pick over his shoulder and turns face.
The arena builder gapes. "Heyheyhey! Where are you going, you stupid ninja?!"
"Home," Etho calls back, not even turning his head.
The words Bdoubleo wants to shout after him would put Anderz’s potty mouth to shame. He's maybe got the wuh of 'where do you think you're going' before the threats die in his throat, and all he manages is a "Don't think this makes you innocent! This will not go unscathed, Etho!"
He doesn't move until he's absolutely certain Etho's left through the arena's portal. There's nothing but Bdubs and the words that jut out like wooden blemishes on his beloved project, and even long after Etho's gone he can still hear his words in the back of his mind: You're my friend! Somebody set me up. It's with his fifth consecutive look at ETHOS ARENA that Bdoubleo releases a breath he didn't know what he was holding, letting his shoulders drop.
Something about this stinks.
This whole situation stinks worse than a chest of armor in a super hostile map. Bdubs doesn't quite know why, but something about Etho's reaction and the words themselves and the fact that this came completely out of nowhere leaves him feeling lost and drained. Questions on what to do next come to mind, as Etho's flat-out refusal to admit to committing the crime seems unlike him.
Axe in hand, Bdoubleo begins to pillar to the very top of the ETHOS of the ETHOS ARENA. Out of the corner of his eye he spots what appears to be a signboard, and for a second he thinks he's the biggest idiot in the world- had he missed the sign? No wonder Etho had been so oblivious- somebody had left the sign, he just hasn't seen it until now. An enderpearl places him right by it, and the arena builder gives a self-satisfied chuckle.
Or, he would, if the sign could provide some sort of clue as to who had done this. Because in place of the note identifying the perpetrator, there's a number.
0.125.
There’s no way of him knowing it, but shifted behind the walls of the house that Beef claimed, a figure grins.
Uh, hi there. Call me Ecto. I’ve been
So here you have it, a somewhat experimental fic starring the enigmatic E prankster and his unfortunate victim(s). Part one of many. Without spoiling too much, I'll tell you that there will blood. Lots of blood. Oh yes.
In the torch light, blazing
With diamonds in hands
Without even caving
When melodies in deserted lands
Of gold cease to play
Stopped when it burned-
This is the beginning of games
In the new-founded world
More mysteries to solve
When ghosts and spirits arise
And they won't be gone
Catch if you can, bear in your mind
Whispering,
You are watched.
There's nothing that can convince him that this isn't Etho's doing.
The last thing Bdoubleo had expected when he logged onto the server this morning was somebody very notably staking their claim of his arena. He had taken it at first with a good heart, sending Etho- because who but Etho would plaster the words ETHOS ARENA on his build?- the obligatory nice prank, but is that the best you could do? through Skype. It figures that Etho surprises him with the completely sincere way he asks Bdoubleo what he's talking about, and Bdubs supposes he should have expected it. He certainly wouldn't have admitted it, and he expects no less from the man on the other end of the call. That doesn't change the fact that it takes fifteen minutes of constant prodding and physically dragging Etho to the arena to explain the situation, and all Bdoubleo has to show for it is the ninja’s look of bewilderment and his own growing frustration.
“Waitwait,” Bdoubleo’s voice rises to a sharp peak, staring at Etho with brows perked high and TNT menacing in his hands. There's no way Etho isn't guilty. It's too obvious. Even as he humors the ninja's proclamations of supposed innocence, his mind is already turning over a half-dozen ways to get revenge. Zisteau's right: payback will be a bitch.
“So you’re sayin' you've got nothing- nothing to do with this?”
Etho scoffs, as if something of this magnitude is beneath him. "Don't insult me, Bdubs. Do you think I'd pull something like this?"
"Yes!" the Team America member's patience is beginning to thin. Etho is without a doubt one of the most prolific trolls on the Mindcrack server, relying on his wits and redstone prowess to trick anybody who had the "privilege" (his words) of being one of his victims. The death games, Zisteau's painting-covered house, and the dispenser traps that he rigged Anderz's place with are all testaments to that simple fact. In comparison, the idea of Etho lying right to his face is nothing. He can just see the ninja grinning ear to ear on the inside, resisting the urge to burst out laughing at each accusation.
And yet, something about this doesn't feel right. Why would somebody like Etho choose to do something as simple as cover the front-facing wall in his name? He doesn't deal in small pranks, and looking up at the blocky letters the only word that comes to mind is pedestrian.
But doesn't that fit him? If Etho's style is playing games with his victim's head, then isn't this perfect? This would be just like him; to simultaneously convince Bdoubleo that this is and isn't his doing. Where's the redstone? Where are all the traps? Where are the hidden dispensers, and why can't he find the cheeky note? It's not like him at all, and that's what makes it perfect. The greatest criminals are the one that convince you that they don't exist, after all.
"What's this really about? Are you still bitter about the whole Kaizo Caverns thing?" Etho's tone is almost concerned enough to make Bdoubleo excuse him right then and there, but thoughts of sneaky ninja trying to throw me off the scent! come to mind and are nearly vocalized.
"What? Etho, no, it's- hey!" He shouts, switching to a diamond sword and moving a step towards the other. "Trying to throw me off, eh? Why so eager to change the subject, Easy E? I mean, you're the one that built this-"
"I told you I didn't do it!" Etho protests, backing from the drawn sword.
"Sure, sure," Bdubs stretches the second u of suure, rolling his eyes. "And I'm the queen a' England! Why can'tcha admit you just did it, E? Who else would do this?"
Etho grits his teeth. Not good. That sword is a little too sharp for his liking, and he's in his iron armor. If Bdoubleo is going to start something, he's going to have to run. "I don't know, Zisteau? Nebris? Bdubs, you're my friend! Somebody set me up."
"You'd like me to believe that, wouldn't you?!"
"Yes!" there's further protest obvious on his lips and the way his eyes dart anxiously around. Bdoubleo figures he's looking for an escape route, which means... what? That he's close? That Etho's about to squeal?
Before Bdoubleo can continue his line of questioning, Etho speaks. "Listen, Bdubs," he heaves a sigh, glancing long at the sun sinking behind the distant mountains. "It's getting late. I have to head back to my base and put some more work into the wither spawner. Let me know if you ever found out who did this, alright?" He slings a pick over his shoulder and turns face.
The arena builder gapes. "Heyheyhey! Where are you going, you stupid ninja?!"
"Home," Etho calls back, not even turning his head.
The words Bdoubleo wants to shout after him would put Anderz’s potty mouth to shame. He's maybe got the wuh of 'where do you think you're going' before the threats die in his throat, and all he manages is a "Don't think this makes you innocent! This will not go unscathed, Etho!"
He doesn't move until he's absolutely certain Etho's left through the arena's portal. There's nothing but Bdubs and the words that jut out like wooden blemishes on his beloved project, and even long after Etho's gone he can still hear his words in the back of his mind: You're my friend! Somebody set me up. It's with his fifth consecutive look at ETHOS ARENA that Bdoubleo releases a breath he didn't know what he was holding, letting his shoulders drop.
Something about this stinks.
This whole situation stinks worse than a chest of armor in a super hostile map. Bdubs doesn't quite know why, but something about Etho's reaction and the words themselves and the fact that this came completely out of nowhere leaves him feeling lost and drained. Questions on what to do next come to mind, as Etho's flat-out refusal to admit to committing the crime seems unlike him.
Axe in hand, Bdoubleo begins to pillar to the very top of the ETHOS of the ETHOS ARENA. Out of the corner of his eye he spots what appears to be a signboard, and for a second he thinks he's the biggest idiot in the world- had he missed the sign? No wonder Etho had been so oblivious- somebody had left the sign, he just hasn't seen it until now. An enderpearl places him right by it, and the arena builder gives a self-satisfied chuckle.
Or, he would, if the sign could provide some sort of clue as to who had done this. Because in place of the note identifying the perpetrator, there's a number.
0.125.
There’s no way of him knowing it, but shifted behind the walls of the house that Beef claimed, a figure grins.
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Date: Monday, September 23rd, 2013 12:34 am (UTC):D
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Date: Monday, September 23rd, 2013 12:59 am (UTC)Oh and welcome to the salad! You weren't a lurker for very long! I was a lurker for months!
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Date: Monday, September 23rd, 2013 02:55 am (UTC)Also, I read your name as endoplasmic reticulum.
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Date: Monday, September 23rd, 2013 03:11 am (UTC)Funny story 'bout the name, actually. An old friend in my 11 bio class misread endoplasmic reticulum as ectoplasmic retribution, and I sort of stole the phrase. Felt it was suitably pretentious for somebody like myself.
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Date: Monday, September 23rd, 2013 03:16 am (UTC)Because you're pleasant...to talk to...and...
*sigh*
Compliments and words and things.
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Date: Monday, September 23rd, 2013 03:18 am (UTC)You're a sweetie, darling. Thank you very much.
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Date: Monday, September 23rd, 2013 03:35 am (UTC)If I say much more ... *tch*
Welcome to the main stage of the Salad, former-lurker, and what a way to kick things off for a new content author (especially a potential general fic author ... and genfic authors are rare birds. Sorry, salad-eaters, just sayin'.) If this is the floor, then I can't wait to see you escalate things. >:3
We hope you stay.
~Lioness
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Date: Monday, September 23rd, 2013 04:05 am (UTC)If it makes you feel any better, I'm flailing pretty hard at all the attention I'm getting.Thank you, darling. <3 I'm glad a few people seem to enjoy it! I was afraid I'd've worked on the intro only to have it not be well received, and I'm glad I've been proven wrong. I'm so nervous about responding to all of these comments. Am I allowed to do that? Does it count as padding my comment count? At what point do I become annoying?
I do not take compliments well aaaaaaaI already have a couple chapters half-written, though they're much further down the road. Needless to say, I'll be in for the long haul. I hope the community continues to be as wonderful as they seem to be now.no subject
Date: Monday, September 23rd, 2013 04:08 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: Monday, September 23rd, 2013 05:28 am (UTC)(Also, it's Elfyn with a "y")
Elf-yn and Kit-ten, sittin' in a tree, W-R-I-T-I-N-G! :P
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Date: Monday, September 23rd, 2013 07:33 am (UTC)no subject
Date: Monday, September 23rd, 2013 08:17 am (UTC)(I dunno man, it's 4 am)
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Date: Monday, September 23rd, 2013 04:08 am (UTC)(Also, welcome to Salad!)
-Elfy
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Date: Monday, September 23rd, 2013 10:57 am (UTC)Also welcome to salad! Hug time! *BEAR hugs* hope you enjoy it here :D