The Great Disease Chapter 2
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mindcrackloveSo... What ships do you want? Any are welcome. This chapter is more of a Salad/Lore Chapter. Also, hi me! Also, you may have seen my first, failed attempt at posting this chapter. Had a technical issue, fixed now!
Zisteau slowly entered the Salad village. It was quiet, but it was never a good idea to startle any of the Saladers. Some of them reacted quite badly to surprises. Suddenly, he heard a familiar sound. He hurried towards the centre of the village, knowing that would be the origin of the sound. It was always the centre of the village.
Rose zipped into Red’s living room. She looked around, smiling when she saw the typical red hoodie. Red turned in surprise.
“Oh, hi Rose. What are you doing here?” Red asked, relaxing. She had barely heard the noise of footsteps, and while it was unlikely a creeper could get in, it was still a possibility. Thankfully, it was just Rose.
“Village centre! Hurry!” Rose stated, zipping off as quickly as she had come. Red shrugged, and shifted into a bat, and flew to the centre. When she got there, she instantly recognised the sound and the strange lightning effects coming from the exact middle of the village.
“Hmm… The lightning is tinted purple, with slight transparency. If the pattern sticks, this should mean that something with teleportation powers will appear. And judging from the slight aura of grey around the edges, it means they also have telekinesis.” Lioness muttered to herself, observing the light show. The strangest part about the two villages was the way that most of the residents had come there. In either village, a strange sound, almost like the wind, but subtly different would sound, as harmless lightning struck around. The lightning was always coloured according to the powers of the individual, being a pale white whenever the specified individual had no powers. A few people had been born the normal way, but those few were very rare. Among them had been Etho, Dark and Elfy.
The wind died down, and the lightning quieted. A figure could be seen where the exact centre was, seemingly being created out of the lightning. As far as Lioness could tell, the lightning was there because of a dimensional shift. She had tried to explain it to a few of the other Saladers, and some Mindcrackers on occasion, but she had mostly gotten blank stares. All of the people who appeared by the dimensional shift had knowledge. This included their names, language and basic skills.
Some, however, had appeared with extra. Paul, for example, had appeared with survival knowledge far beyond any of the others. Doc had appeared with a far more extensive redstone knowledge. One thing, however, remained consistent. None of them had any memories of anything before they had appeared in either village, though the Saladers often had strange senses of familiarity when meeting Mindcrackers and other Saladers. Mindcrackers would do this as well, but a lot less frequently. There also seemed no pattern in which village they would appear in, but Salad seemed to have a small amount less.
Dark, Hawser and Lioness walked forward to greet their new member, while other Saladers remained behind, prepared to subdue the new arrival if it was hostile. This had only happened once before. Anders had appeared, and immediately flown into a berserk rage. Etho had almost gotten beheaded, but had teleported away at the last moment. Finally, the lightning finished, leaving a figure standing there. The figure appeared to be male, and was very similar in his appearance to the occasional Enderman that roamed the night. He turned to face his welcoming party.
“Hello? Where am I?” He asked, frowning at the welcoming party. There was something familiar about them.
“Hello. You are in the village of Salad. May we just ask you your name?” Lioness asked, seeing Zisteau jog in from the corner of her eye.
“Me? I’m Tom… Justicetom…. But call me Tom. Who are you?” Tom asked, turning to see Zisteau. Zisteau pulled to a halt next to where the others waited.
“I’m Hawser! This is Dark, and the half lion over there is Kalia Leonhardt, but everyone just calls her Lioness.” Hawser said, feeling the sense of familiarity that most people experienced.
“Well, hello. Have… Have I seen you before?” Tom asked, addressing the question to all of the three. They shrugged, almost in sync.
“We have no idea. I have a theory on where you just came from, and if it’s correct, it is likely that we have met before.” Lioness stated.
“But no matter. We should probably get you acquainted with everyone, before we go into that.” Lioness muttered.
“Hey, wait.” Zisteau said, jogging up to the four.
“Hi, Zisteau! What are you doing here?” Dark asked, curiously.
“Who’s the new guy? And does he know how to use his powers? Does he have any, for that matter?” The pigman asked. Quickly, they made introductions and explained the newcomer’s powers.
“Woah, wait. I can teleport? And move things with my mind?” Tom asked, curious. Dark nodded, as Tom disappeared. From behind them, they heard a voice.
“Cool!” Tom’s voice exclaimed from behind them. Suddenly, Zisteau felt himself being pulled into the air by an invisible force. He was only a few centimetres off the ground, but it was still unnerving. Suddenly, he was dropped.
“Well, that works.” Tom laughed. Zisteau glared, and remembered what he was there for. He shook his head, and looked around for Kate. She was at the edge of the crowd, clearly heading out. He ran over to her.
“Hey, Kate. What were you doing at the meeting, earlier?” He asked, knowing that while Kate did do things independently, she rarely wandered into Mindcrack. She grinned guiltily.
“Well, I was asked to sneak in there and do two things. The first was to check the emotions of the refugees, and the second was to check the emotions of you Mindcrackers. Some of us Saladers weren’t sure if you actually wanted to let the refugees in.” She said quickly. Zisteau just looked at her, and nodded. He got the sense that she was being evasive, and there was a third reason. But he wouldn’t press the issue.
Zisteau slowly entered the Salad village. It was quiet, but it was never a good idea to startle any of the Saladers. Some of them reacted quite badly to surprises. Suddenly, he heard a familiar sound. He hurried towards the centre of the village, knowing that would be the origin of the sound. It was always the centre of the village.
Rose zipped into Red’s living room. She looked around, smiling when she saw the typical red hoodie. Red turned in surprise.
“Oh, hi Rose. What are you doing here?” Red asked, relaxing. She had barely heard the noise of footsteps, and while it was unlikely a creeper could get in, it was still a possibility. Thankfully, it was just Rose.
“Village centre! Hurry!” Rose stated, zipping off as quickly as she had come. Red shrugged, and shifted into a bat, and flew to the centre. When she got there, she instantly recognised the sound and the strange lightning effects coming from the exact middle of the village.
“Hmm… The lightning is tinted purple, with slight transparency. If the pattern sticks, this should mean that something with teleportation powers will appear. And judging from the slight aura of grey around the edges, it means they also have telekinesis.” Lioness muttered to herself, observing the light show. The strangest part about the two villages was the way that most of the residents had come there. In either village, a strange sound, almost like the wind, but subtly different would sound, as harmless lightning struck around. The lightning was always coloured according to the powers of the individual, being a pale white whenever the specified individual had no powers. A few people had been born the normal way, but those few were very rare. Among them had been Etho, Dark and Elfy.
The wind died down, and the lightning quieted. A figure could be seen where the exact centre was, seemingly being created out of the lightning. As far as Lioness could tell, the lightning was there because of a dimensional shift. She had tried to explain it to a few of the other Saladers, and some Mindcrackers on occasion, but she had mostly gotten blank stares. All of the people who appeared by the dimensional shift had knowledge. This included their names, language and basic skills.
Some, however, had appeared with extra. Paul, for example, had appeared with survival knowledge far beyond any of the others. Doc had appeared with a far more extensive redstone knowledge. One thing, however, remained consistent. None of them had any memories of anything before they had appeared in either village, though the Saladers often had strange senses of familiarity when meeting Mindcrackers and other Saladers. Mindcrackers would do this as well, but a lot less frequently. There also seemed no pattern in which village they would appear in, but Salad seemed to have a small amount less.
Dark, Hawser and Lioness walked forward to greet their new member, while other Saladers remained behind, prepared to subdue the new arrival if it was hostile. This had only happened once before. Anders had appeared, and immediately flown into a berserk rage. Etho had almost gotten beheaded, but had teleported away at the last moment. Finally, the lightning finished, leaving a figure standing there. The figure appeared to be male, and was very similar in his appearance to the occasional Enderman that roamed the night. He turned to face his welcoming party.
“Hello? Where am I?” He asked, frowning at the welcoming party. There was something familiar about them.
“Hello. You are in the village of Salad. May we just ask you your name?” Lioness asked, seeing Zisteau jog in from the corner of her eye.
“Me? I’m Tom… Justicetom…. But call me Tom. Who are you?” Tom asked, turning to see Zisteau. Zisteau pulled to a halt next to where the others waited.
“I’m Hawser! This is Dark, and the half lion over there is Kalia Leonhardt, but everyone just calls her Lioness.” Hawser said, feeling the sense of familiarity that most people experienced.
“Well, hello. Have… Have I seen you before?” Tom asked, addressing the question to all of the three. They shrugged, almost in sync.
“We have no idea. I have a theory on where you just came from, and if it’s correct, it is likely that we have met before.” Lioness stated.
“But no matter. We should probably get you acquainted with everyone, before we go into that.” Lioness muttered.
“Hey, wait.” Zisteau said, jogging up to the four.
“Hi, Zisteau! What are you doing here?” Dark asked, curiously.
“Who’s the new guy? And does he know how to use his powers? Does he have any, for that matter?” The pigman asked. Quickly, they made introductions and explained the newcomer’s powers.
“Woah, wait. I can teleport? And move things with my mind?” Tom asked, curious. Dark nodded, as Tom disappeared. From behind them, they heard a voice.
“Cool!” Tom’s voice exclaimed from behind them. Suddenly, Zisteau felt himself being pulled into the air by an invisible force. He was only a few centimetres off the ground, but it was still unnerving. Suddenly, he was dropped.
“Well, that works.” Tom laughed. Zisteau glared, and remembered what he was there for. He shook his head, and looked around for Kate. She was at the edge of the crowd, clearly heading out. He ran over to her.
“Hey, Kate. What were you doing at the meeting, earlier?” He asked, knowing that while Kate did do things independently, she rarely wandered into Mindcrack. She grinned guiltily.
“Well, I was asked to sneak in there and do two things. The first was to check the emotions of the refugees, and the second was to check the emotions of you Mindcrackers. Some of us Saladers weren’t sure if you actually wanted to let the refugees in.” She said quickly. Zisteau just looked at her, and nodded. He got the sense that she was being evasive, and there was a third reason. But he wouldn’t press the issue.
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Date: Thursday, March 6th, 2014 11:16 am (UTC)no subject
Date: Thursday, March 6th, 2014 01:17 pm (UTC)Ship ideas, huh? :3
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Date: Friday, March 7th, 2014 04:05 am (UTC)As for Salad ships, I'll keep outta that one. That's up to you and who you want to write.
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Date: Thursday, March 6th, 2014 02:18 pm (UTC)You'll have to be more specific when you say 'ship ideas'. ;) lol
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Date: Thursday, March 6th, 2014 08:56 pm (UTC)When it comes to others, I don't really know. Nebtho is always nice.
If you want Salad ships, i'm not too sure. Lots of options there.
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