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Reason for not posting anything today:

I've figured out how to properly animate on Krita.

Boys I'm going big for Ren Diggity Dog.

#the crash #hermitaday #the void speaks #I've discovered animation #i am now limitless #be warned!!

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The Beast Tamer and the Necromancer.

#hermitblr #hermitcraft #the crash #hermitaday #void art #original art #zombiecleo #zombiecleo fanart #tangotek #tangotek fanart

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Iskall85

I'll finish out these remaining days, and at the end of it? Post the hermit art I never posted. And I have plans to add on more SMPs and alike so don't worry! The Crashlands ain't going anywhere anytime soon!

See you guys tomorrow!

@hermitadaymay

#hermitblr #hermitcraft #the crash #hermitaday #void art #original art #martyn inthelittlewood #mcyt fanart #martyn itlw #iskall85 #iskall fanart #hermitcraft iskall

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I have stumbled across a problem.

WRITER'S BLOCK.

So what do we do about writer's block?

Simple. I'll save the writing for another day and finish up the drawing I have planned.

I can't promise that I'll write something for The Crashlands soon so I hope you guys are chill with just a drawing for the moment!

And actually- Imma do a pole. Do you guys want me to finish out HermitADay May with drawings and get a big story (On AO3) separately? Or do you want both together, but take some more time? (1-2 days)

#hermitblr #hermitcraft #the crash #hermitaday #the void speaks #mcyt #original universe #original au

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"So this is the clocktower?" Martyn tipped his head back to see the colossal building. To see such architecture not in complete ruin was... Interesting, to say the least. Martyn also didn't see many buildings made of shiny, unoxidized copper and pristine gold. But it is the Crashlands.

His head turned to Brian. "Think you can fly as high as that building? Or would your wings give out?"

An unamused caw and a quick ruffle of metal feathers.

"So no?"

A much louder caw.

"I'm teasing, I'm teasing!" Martyn threw his hand up despite his laughter. Even if it didn't do much to stop Brian's brigade of pecks. "I'll stop, I'll stop! You're a very talented crow- HEY- THAT'S MY EAR-"

Martyn got so distracted with the crow that he didn't notice the doors opening. Or the people walking out of the building. Straight towards him. In fact, Martyn didn't realize until two different hands rested on his shoulder and pushed him inside.

"Gents- Gents, hey!" Martyn didn't get a response. "Me and my little crow buddy here were just bickering! Nothing to g-get too worked over about! Heh... Heh..."

Nothing would make them budge. Instead Martyn was shoved towards an actual functioning elevator. An elevator that had electricity! Martyn managed to take a spare glance around the building's lobby and was stunned. This much electricity on this scale... What in the world were these people using as its fuel source?

Unfortunately, Martyn didn't get a chance to ask. Not while he and Brian were shoved straight into the elevator and practically boxed in on both sides.

"Jeez, you would think I killed somebody!" His voice was a lot quieter than he meant it to be. But the meek caw he got from Brian confirmed the mutual feeling. Martyn's eyes locked on the small screen above the door.

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"So... Gents!" Martyn attempted again. "Tell me! What's a fella like me doing in a place like this? I've never been to this part of the Crashlands-" He knew he was sounding panicked now with how fast he was speaking, "-but me and Brian here mean no harm! Just admiring the building!"

"Quiet, Craft. No more nonsense from you." One of the guards replied.

"Craft? Wait, wait my name isn't-" A ding cut Martyn off.

40.

They were on the top floor. Not a good thing in a situation like this.

Martyn's body was nearly tossed from the elevator with how hard he was pushed. He thankfully caught himself with his hands. "Fellas- You got the wrong guy! I'm being accused!" Martyn brushed his hands against his knees as he attempted to stand up. But his legs were frozen in place. "Oh come on!"

"CRAFT! I TOLD YOU TO NEVER STEP FOOT HERE AGAIN!" A loud, demanding voice chipped from behind him. "AND YET HERE YOU ARE, GETTING NEAR MY TERRITORY!"

Martyn looked over his shoulder to see... One very short, angry man. Sure he was put together! Martyn hadn't ever seen anyone walk around with a moss overcoat with blossoming azaleas and somehow pull it off- but it was pretty hard to take the man seriously when his face was a bright red and his hands were flailing around like mad.

Martyn couldn't help himself. He laughed. A dry, raspy, feeble attempt to get rid of the nervousness bubbling up in his chest. Only then did his legs choose to work as Martyn rose to the ground. "J-Just a second- Goodness!" He slammed a fist against his chest. "I think you may have the wrong person! My name isn't Craft!"

Martyn noted just how quiet Brian got. Normally the crow would be throwing his head back in a series of loud caws. But he was silent. And was he... Shaking?

"You? Not Craft?" The man got painfully close to Martyn. Big brown eyes bored straight into his soul. "Then why the hell do you have that THIEF of a bird with you, huh?! Craft had that same bird!"

And there it was. "Brian?? You're upset about Brian??" Martyn barely missed the shy coo that left his crow. "Ohh Brian. What did you steal?" Martyn turned to face the crow. Brian looked away with an ashamed noise.

"I'll tell you what he stole! That bird right there tried to make off with my clock!" The angry man jabbed a finger at Brian. "Nearly got away too! You better be glad E found you, not me! Ohh I woulda-"

"Enough!" Martyn pushed the other back. "Whatever Brian tried to take, he failed at it alright? You kept your clock and this "Craft" person clearly is not here to take it from you!"

The man stared between himself and Brian, not seeming to know who to be angry at. Then the man shut his eyes, let out a deep sigh, and clenched his fists.

"You're right! You're right. I apologize." He extended his hand to Martyn. "Let's... Let's try this again. Hi, I'm Bdubs. Operator of the Clocktower and mayor of Dia Bombia." A genuine smile crossed Bdubs' face. "And you are?"

Martyn promptly ignored his hand. "Martyn. Now, can you explain to me what logic ran through your head to have your little buddies over there grab me?" He still didn't like how he was treated. "If you're going to toss me around like I'm some dummy, I'd at least appreciate dinner first! Yeesh!"

A nervous laugh. "Well, I thought you were Craft. Philza Craft. He and I are... How does one say... Not the best of terms. He had his little thief-"

"His name is Brian."

".. Had little Brian attempt to steal my clock. Going on about being a King or something?" Bdubs shook his head. "Doesn't matter. All that matters is, I really don't like your little Brian buddy."

Philza Craft. A new name to remember. Martyn patted the top of Brian's head with his mechanical arm. "Well. I... Don't exactly see Brian stealing something like that. I mean... He's a crow. Clocks may be shiny but they're far too bulky." He then stared at the three clocks dangling from Bdubs' neck. "... Are you a collector or?"

"Me? A collector?" Bdubs shook his head. "No, no, E would kill me! Too much junk already taking up the floor. These are just gifts. Always gotta keep things close in this world!"

A nervous caw drew his attention from the blabbering man. Brian seemed much more nervous around here. Wings were fidgeting, hoping around on his shoulder more, cawing less than normal. Something about Bdubs was making his crow upset. And something made Martyn believe it wasn't guilt.

"Anywhooo-" Two hands clamped onto his prosthetic. "This right here doesn't look all that good! I got a guy here who can help you get a fancy one!" Martyn was half tempted to sock the guy right in the face for insulting the rather new arm. But... The new guy could also be The Doctor. That meant he was one step away from going back home.

"Are you doing this out of guilt?" Martyn watched the man's body go tense. Poor guy sucked at holding a poker face.

"Do not question my generosity! It's rather rude, wouldn't you agree? Anyways, as I was trying to say. I have a guy here who can fix up your arm, good as new! Make it run off of the very carbon in the air, that's how smart he is!"

"Carbon, ey?" Martyn clenched his prosthetic's fist. That would be a pretty decent upgrade. He hadn't had luck in finding that Parrot Flight Master, so anything carbon based would help out severely.

"Exactly! And while I'm at it, I'll add in a personal explanation to Dia Bombia! And about MCC, whatever you wish! Hell, I could ask Scott himself to give you a great explanation of how that worked. He's a genius, I tell you!"

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"SCOTT?!"

( @hermitadaymay )

#hermitblr #hermitcraft #the crash #hermitaday #the void speaks #martyn inthelittlewood #martyn itlw #bdubs #bdoubleo100 #hermitcraft bdubs #brian the crow

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This one shall do well against the Survivor. Wouldn't you agree?

No, I would not. Is it wise to allow a fight between them? Our Survivor does not stand a chance. I wouldn't want to lose him so soon.

Oh he will be fine, One. He has lasted this long.

But against the likes of a warrior such as her?

He will do fine.

What about that crow? It is a constant warning for the Survivor. She would not be able to land a hit.

No. But I do not believe that crow will be allowed in the Game.

How do you know? That insufferable Gamemaster and Wishmaker-

-Do not listen to a word we say. Yes. I know. They're ungrateful for the lives we gave them, but what can we do? They twisted our own words against us.

There has to be a way, Two. Our Survivor needs to win. How else would we get him back to his Test Zone?

That is where our special project comes in. G1 may have escaped our facility... But T2 is not a failure. It was a brilliant move to grab it whenever it was much younger. More... How would you phrase it, One?

Compliant. Willing to believe everything we said. Now its mind is getting curious. If it gets too curious and suddenly gets access to that doomed world... How would you know it would even encounter our Survivor? Or even return?

We make it believe it will die. Simple. Those trackers are very hard to remove after all. Send periodic shocks to T2, each one stronger than the last. Whispers of doubt and a few Reteachings should do the trick.

That is what you said about G1. But that was a failure. It grew a backbone and escaped halfway through our tests!

Please remain calm, One. Believe me when I say this one will go swimmingly.

I hardly trust that anymore, Two.

Ohhh how you hurt me! Now, go get T2's plans ready. I shall see what we can do about the Warrior. She will be participating in those Games at the end of this month. When we are three days away, send T2 to our Survivor. His chip may be weak, but I should be able to locate it. Maybe even have T2 recharge it!

That... Would be a great opportunity to recharge his tracker. Wouldn't it?

It would! It would! You are starting to see the bigger picture One!

I suppose I am. Maybe you still have a conscious left.

Oh I have a conscious! But I cannot promise that I am sane!

"Why do I suddenly have a bad feeling?" A warrior would ask a demon.

"It's probably just nervousness before MCC! You'll do fine!" The demon would assure the warrior.

"Brian if you don't stop PECKING MY NECK-"

"... Hello?"

#hermitblr #hermitcraft #the crash #hermitaday #void art #original art #mcyt fanart #the void speaks #martyn inthelittlewood #martyn itlw #gemintay #geminitay fanart #brian the crow #One. #Two.

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Out of all the characters you've done, which is your favorite design and which did you have the most fun writing FOR? :3

Also, which character do you relate to the most?

I know this one too! (thank u)

Favorite Design: Doc

Character I had the most fun writing: Zedaph (He's just a weird little dude)

Character I relate to the most: Well it's R E D A C T E D

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Activation Code: W A T C H

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Code Active: True.

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Code initializing: Success.

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(1) Secret.

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Discovery: None.

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Hint:

I am Above.

I am Below.

My colors may change

Wherever I go.

You know me by the sound

Of my call.

Yet I have been here.

All along.

What Am I?

#hermitblr #hermitcraft #the crash #hermitaday #the void speaks #docm77 #zedaph #zedaphplays

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EXAMS,,, R OVER I'M FREEEEEE

#NOM NOM NOM NOM #HAHDUAJDGWJSGSJHSHSHA #LOOK AT ITTTTTTT

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EXAMS,,, R OVER I'M FREEEEEE

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Ooo Crashlands questions! Who would you say has been the easiest and the hardest to design for this project so far? Also, does this AU have Fallout inspirations? Because it feels very Fallout to me, but I am a fan of those games, so I am not sure if that's intended or if I just have Fallout on the brain.

Easiest had to be between Stress (I immediately knew that woman was gonna be a baker in some sorta way and that she was gonna be a fae) or, unsurprisingly, Doc.

Most DIFFICULT... Nobody's gonna believe this for a second, but SKIZZ. Oh. My. Freaking. God. The waaaaay my hands struggled to draw that man and his wings. I. Cannot. Draw. Wings. To. Save. My. Life. He was definitely the biggest challenge I had.

And as for Fallout: The only big things I know about Fallout is

1) There was a lot of Vaults

2) A lot of them were fucked up.

Now for this world, one may think it is a nuclear fallout! Which is very reasonable with the way I have this world set up. But uh.

No. Haha. No.

I'll expose this little secret just because I know you've been following since day one, asker!

In the year 1924, a meteorite the size of current day New York City crashed into the Earth.

The current year is now 5054.

#hermitblr #hermitcraft #the crash #hermitaday #the void speaks #docm77 #stressmonster101 #skizzleman

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FUCKIN HELL MATE WHAT THE SHIT?? THESE ARE SO COOL!!!

3rd Life Character Themes | SIDE A

This started as a small composition exercise that has turned into an actual project. I've been attempting to capture the character essence of the 3rd life members in short little rpg-style themes. Since I have completed 10 I've collected what I've done so far. Feedback is greatly appreciated :)

#THESE ARE AWESOME?? #You are awesome. #what the fuck #heh #what #what the actual FUCK #3rd life #life series #trafficblr #the void speaks

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Actually since I haven't been able to, I got around to making Brian's design. Thanks anon!

(Ayo @hermitadaymay your favorite has a design now!)

Ur a loser >:p /lh

also your favorite character?

... One, I know exactly who you are (Thank u)

Two: Favorite character in this universe so far? Doc and Brian.

Doc cause, well, he's a badass madman who can do the impossible! His design I had a lot of fun with and I already have some of his lore written out!

But Brian. Brian was just. There. I never expected to add a companion for Martyn, but he needed a foil character! Why not choose the robotic Crow of the man Martyn is always compared to when it comes to looks? It makes for an interesting plot point later down the road! Adds a bit of drama and (depending on how it goes) angst!!

Thanks for the ask!!

#the crash #hermitaday #the void speaks #martyn inthelittlewood #brian the crow

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I haven't drawn any actual thing in a while so have sum doodles

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Ur a loser >:p /lh

also your favorite character?

... One, I know exactly who you are (Thank u)

Two: Favorite character in this universe so far? Doc and Brian.

Doc cause, well, he's a badass madman who can do the impossible! His design I had a lot of fun with and I already have some of his lore written out!

But Brian. Brian was just. There. I never expected to add a companion for Martyn, but he needed a foil character! Why not choose the robotic Crow of the man Martyn is always compared to when it comes to looks? It makes for an interesting plot point later down the road! Adds a bit of drama and (depending on how it goes) angst!!

Thanks for the ask!!

#the crash #hermitblr #hermitcraft #hermitaday #the void speaks #martyn inthelittlewood #docm77 #brian the crow

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Soo. I didn't post anything for the Crashlands... Welp. Ehm.

How's about this: For the next say, hour or two, you guys can send me asks about the Crashlands! And I will answer them to the best of my abilities with mini doodles.

Things I will not allow straight up

-Things that just ruin Martyn's story.

Wanna ask about the hermits? Go straight ahead! Will there be other MCYTs? Gotta ask! (If you wanna see more from maybe an obscure MCYT, go straight ahead. I love expanding my fandom knowledge!!) What about world building? Enemies? Factions? You name it!

I'll answer these asks from today through tomorrow (And hopefully I'll be able to get at least an Etho out!) so go buck wild! I love any and all questions as they may be some I've never even asked myself!

So go nuts!

#the crash #the void speaks #ask away! #hermitblr #hermitcraft #hermitaday #well. not really hermit a day. but hermit a day in a way that you can ask about OTHER hermits- #it's confusing #but that's okay! #martyn inthelittlewood #martyn itlw

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(Warning for: Cracking open a very unhappy crow)

(We're in for a long one boys!)

"Set your crow on the table. Keep him calm." The man gestured to the steel table standing in the middle of the room. "I'll get a screwdriver and a bucket. And maybe some rags if he's got oil in his stomach.

Martyn was hesitant to listen, but if this Doc guy knew what he was doing... He set Brian on the cold table. "He's gonna fix you right up."

Three displeased caws at the uncomfortable table Brian had to stay on.

"Yeah, I know. It's a bit cold. But I can't exactly take you off the table, bud. Gotta get the water outta you!"

Another unhappy caw.

"Again. You drank water, bud. Water that can be bad for you." Martyn bapped the top of his beak, earning an unamused coo. "Metal and water do not get along."

Brian let out a defeated caw but finally settled in place. Just long enough for Doc to return again. With a few too many tools for Martyn's liking.

"I take it you calmed him down?" He set the tools on a cart. "You'll have to keep him from pecking me when I clean his stomach out."

Wait. Wait wait waiT-

"You're doing this while he's awake? Would it be better if I get him to fall asleep? This has gotta hurt in some way, right?" Martyn knew HE wanted to be out cold if his body got sliced open. But for a mechanical crow...

Martyn refused to take any unnecessary chances. Not if it could be avoided.

"No. He will be fine." That deep voice responded. His unnatural eye took on an even more vibrant red glow. "No pain receptors attached to the stomach. He'll only feel a lot of vibrations when I have to seal up his stomach. Just keep him from pecking me. It would stall the process."

Martyn bit his lip. He quietly folded his hands over Brian's neck, guiding the bird's head down. Another unhappy caw.

"I know. Cold." Martyn glanced down with a hum. He tugged off the dark green bandana wrapped around his wrist. "Let's try this for you Bri." He lifted his other hand from Brian's neck, folding the bandana under the bird's head. When Brian rested his head on the bandana he let out a very happy coo. "There we go. No more cold."

He could feel Doc's eyes lingering on him. He tried his best as he spoke to Brian. "We're gonna find our guy, I promise. And then me and you can go wandering the Crashlands. What do you think?"

A small caw. The metallic clinking of metal on metal. The glint of plastic in the corner of his eyes. And a laugh.

"The Crashlands are dangerous. Do you want to go walking around willy nilly?" Another shiver down Martyn's spine. That damn voice. "They will tear you down if you're not watching your step."

He willed himself to not roll his eyes. "I survived for almost a year. I think I'm doing pretty good. Saw some oddities, found this city... Gotta find more things." The soft tang of a screw hitting the ground. One, two, three, four-

"Have you found a loose bomb before?" A panel is removed from Brian, set aside. A small caw escapes Brian and Martyn has to keep his hands down to stop him from squirming.

"No? I don't exactly go looking... Why would bombs just be laying about?"

"Old world governments would threaten each other with nuclear weapons. Atom bombs, guns, drug planting. You name it, they were willing to do it. And then one of the governments shot at another and then the war broke out. They tested too many things back then. Made a metal that only reacts to oxygen in an instant. Others would combust if they got too close to water. Most were false alarms."

The way he got quiet when he mentioned "most" threw Martyn off. He tensed up when he saw a semitransparent metal sack stuff inside of Brian. Swollen and looking ready to burst. "Ohh that doesn't look the best."

"It's an easy fix." Doc explained as he operated on the rather still Brian. "Those failed governments and their weapons are the reason this city even began in the first place." The sharp scalpel is taken away, and a bucket is placed under Brian's body. "We disabled bombs left and right. Brought any live bombs to the Core. They power this city. We were in charge of grabbing the bombs."

"We?"

"We." Was all he got in response.

Martyn fell silent while Doc drained the sack of the oil and water. He let out a dry chuckle at the happy caw escaping Brian. "Yeah, bet that feels better now that you are not walking around with water in your tummy, huh?"

Another happy caw. Definitely a yes.

"Great." Martyn's eyes flicked up to Doc. His eyes lingered on his horns for a bit too long. They were absolutely HUGE. Hanging beside Doc's head, amplifying his intimidating features... And yet making him look softer, in a twisted way. "Are your horns natural?" He

"Tumor. The organic one at least. The metal one is to balance out the weight."

A tumor. He knew that disease well. Cancer took his parents out before the plague did.

"Have you found anyone who could help you with that?"

"Not one that is alive." A soldering iron was set to heat up. "But I'm handling it well. I'm still kicking."

"If that's what you wish to call it." Martyn massaged the crow's head. "Almost done buddy. Gonna finish up here and get you something to eat. That sounds good?"

A chirp. Good noise. "You are going to be insanely hungry when Doc finishes up." He hesitated again. "The Angel. Is he here?" He asked Doc.

"No." Doc met Martyn's eye. "Left years ago. Posters are put up as a tribute to the man. Was a hero to a lot of people."

Not the answer he was hoping for. The Angel was gone. Out of town. Who knows if he would ever get to see him! Hell, would he even find the Demon in time? Was all of this just a lost cause?

"However. I know a person," Doc's hands focused on cauterizing the sack. "She's got an air ship. You get to her, and you're golden. She'll fly you to the city The Angel is in."

Martyn focused on Brian and his unhappy caws. It probably felt really weird on Brian's end to have his stomach constantly touched by something so hot. "Air ships exist? How come I've never seen one?" He ran his thumb along Brian's head.

"They're extremely difficult to find. You have to know a Captain to even get to the Hub. They sail above the clouds so people on the ground level can't see them. Their air ships are special, so most that fly them don't even show their faces. But I know a woman who has her own air ship. I can get you to her." Doc finally dropped the soldering iron and worked on putting Brian back together.

Martyn tensed up at a sharp peck to his hand. "A-And why would you help us?" He didn't even focus on Doc, too busy staring at the triangle shaped mark in his thumb. He bonked Brian with said thumb. That got him a loud, unhappy caw. "Hey, you're the one who pecked me." Martyn whispered to his bird.

A quiet chuckle from the Doc. "You amuse me. Figure I should at least entertain the idea." His red eye met Martyn's own again. "Don't see many people willing to go to such lengths. Most stay at the first settlement they find." Doc screwed in the last panel. "All better. His stomach is empty and sealed up. Keep him away from any water and he'll be perfectly fine."

"Thanks." He tugged his hands away, letting Brian hop straight up. Martyn laughed when Brian purposely stomped his two little legs over to Doc and pecked his metal hand. "Brian, don't be rude." He scooped the bird up in his hands. "He did fix your stomach."

A glare followed by a quiet caw.

"Ohhh, don't give me that look mister." Martyn bapped his beak. "Do you want air jail? You can get air jail mister!" The entire time he never noticed Doc's movements behind him. Not until he felt the cold metal brush against his back.

Did he jump nearly ten feet in the air from shock? Nooooo. (He ignored Brian's cawing laughter and Doc's quiet snickering. He did NOT jump thank you very much.)

"For a robot that does not belong to you... You take rather good care of him."

"Well I would hope so!" Martyn defended with a proud smile. "The little guy's voice box was worn out when I met him. Replaced the voice box and he's been as chatty as an old drama movie." He scratched under Brian's chin. "Isn't that right you screecher?"

A happy coo escaped Brian as the bird practically became putty in his hands. Martyn hummed as he made note of that. Birds like to be scratched under their chins. Got it. He then backtracked.

"How did you know he's not my bird?!"

"He's got a signature on him. Middle tail feather." Doc moved away to dispose of the oil and water. "He's somebody's pet or runaway experiment. My eye only tells me so much."

Runaway experiment. Was that what Brian was? ... Was that what Scott was? Martyn shook his head. No. Don't think about him right now. Don't break down.

"Thanks, I guess? Maybe his original owner passed. Crashlands are very dangerous." Martyn didn't want to think of the day that Brian would have to leave. "Where's this... Air ship?" He asked with a cough. Anything to change the subject.

Doc's eye focused back on him. He STILL didn't like that eye. "You'll see. Let me grab my signal flare."

"A flare?" Oh boy.

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After finding Doc's flare (And stopping for an hour to let Brian enjoy his well deserved hot oil) they made their way to a building Martyn would rather stay very clear of. "Are you sure this is safe?!" Martyn shouted over the howling wind. The air was thinner up here, and with all the holes in the crumbling concrete it did NOT help.

"No!" Doc shouted with a far too eager note in his voice.

Martyn glanced down at Brian (who had taken refuge in his arms to keep from being blown away) "Are we trusting a madman? I feel like we're trusting a madman."

Another caw and the shuffling of Brian's metal feathers. Brian was just as nervous as he was.

"DON'T STAY DOWN THERE, COME ON!" Doc yelled from the top of the stairs. "WE'RE ALMOST AT THE TOP!"

Martyn let out a deep breath as he stumbled up the stairs. He really didn't trust this building to stay up for much longer. One wrong move and this thing goes down in a pile of rubble.

Martyn peaked his head out through the heavy steel door, glancing around the empty rooftop. It seemed... Mostly safe, he supposed. No big homes in the floor at least. He kept Brian tucked in one arm as he walked out. "ShIT-" He barely caught himself as another gust of wind rushed by.

"Stay low to the ground!" Doc raised the flare gun to the sky. "It's about to get a lot worse when the Air Ship comes around!"

"WORSE?!"

Martyn barely had time to shield his eyes from the bright flash of oranges and yellows. He tucked Brian in his chest, hoping that the bright flare didn't blind the bird. "GIVE A GUY A WARNING!" All Doc did was laugh at him.

Thankfully they didn't have to wait long for this Air Ship. What Martyn didn't prepare for was the sheer SIZE of it. The large balloon strapped at the top was more than triple the roof top in length. The height itself was incredible, standing at who knew how many feet tall. More than Martyn could ever guess, the brown and white striped sails made it rather difficult to tell. The hull of the ship, composed of small circular windows and a fortified metal exterior, nearly took up the entire length of the rooftop and then some! Martyn couldn't even see the gap between the concrete and metal hull.

Needless to say, Martyn was impressed with the skillful landing.

"This is False's ship! Your one way ticket to Dia Bombia! Just stick with her until the morning and you'll be fine!" Doc shouted over the sound of the large engine. "False will treat you right!"

"Are you sure?!" Martyn jumped back when a large plank was thrown down to the ground. A hawk, made of shiny copper, pristine gold, and a craftsman quality appearance, flew straight down to him. It observed Martyn for a bit, its golden eyes raking over his body. "Well hello." Martyn mumbled. He couldn't even hear Brian's shocked caws until the bird was practically thrashing about in his arms. "Brian-!"

"Back off of him, girl, he's no danger!" A blonde woman offered her arm out like a lure. Summoning the hawk straight back to her. "Good girl." Said woman pushed her glasses up. "Doc, this better be the biggest emergency of your life! Shooting at the sky without checking your radar! Gave my poor Watchman a fright!"

"Unfortunately it's not a major emergency False. But I have a... Customer, of a sort. Needs to get to MCC."

Martyn didn't like the look of shock that crossed the woman's face.

"MCC? And you're sure you're not the insane one?" False looked back at him. "Well don't just stand there! Gather your gawking crow and get aboard! Don't have all day if you're going to MCC!"

"I-I'm not going to MCC- I'm going to-"

"Dia Bombia"

"Dia Bombia, yes yes, I know." False's voice overlapped Doc as she slammed a hand down on his shoulder. "But nobody goes to Dia Bombia unless they have a death wish or want to participate in MCC. And I don't take people who have death wishes."

Martyn gulped. "Guess I'm... Going to MCC." He muttered.

"That's the spirit! Come on!" She nudged Martyn forward. "You got a game to win! Maybe if you're lucky the Rewinder will pop up for a second. Always announces the games if his husband isn't too busy." Now that he could hear her better, her voice had a distinct accent similar to his own. "Hop to, come on!"

Martyn didn't even register that he nodded until he was being shoved forward. "Alrighty then-!"

"Take good care of him False! Don't let him fall!"

"Doc, you know I don't make promises like that!"

Martyn was regretting this more and more. Maybe he had a chance to back out- And the plank was being pulled up. Wonderful. Martyn looked over at where the plank was being hoisted and- Oh.

Oh.

So that's a Watchman.

The man's face was hidden by, surprisingly, pristine silver armor. His strength was something Martyn had not thought possible by a human, but this man could be a mutant like the others he had seen. Or a strength enhancer, he wasn't too sure. But the man was STRONG. And his stare... Ohh that was a "I will kill you if you fuck up" kind of stare.

Brian's caw snapped him out of it. "I'm moving, I'm moving." Martyn followed False into the cabin. "Thank you for taking me on such short notice. I was planning on walking but Doc-"

"Yes yes, I know. Doc does that sometimes. Unpredictable madman he is." False handed him a small key. "The bottom floor has a few rooms. This one is 103. When you leave in the morning, make sure it's nice and tidy. Don't give Wels more work than what he needs. He's a good man."

"Is that his name? Looks incredibly strong."

A nod. "Every pilot is given a Watchman in case things go astray. Sky pirates, thieves, people looking to take the engines of the ships. Stuff like that."

Martyn let a curious hum slip past his lips. "I'll find the Angel in MCC? What even is MCC?"

"The Angel is a 50/50. Depends on if the Demon's going to play or not." False approached a desk and began to press a few buttons. "MCC is the Mind Crack Championship. Every month, once a month, the Rewinder and his host hold a tournament. It's a bloody free-for-all. Thousands come every month for a chance to win. People die every single time."

That threw Martyn off. "Wait, wait, if it's so dangerous, why go in the first place? That makes no sense!"

"Because the Rewinder prevents people from dying. Gots a weird "No-Death" sorta deal going on. He waits for somebody to win, and then rewinds everyone else until they are back to health. Then everyone leaves, goes out into the Crashlands to do their own thing. Some return, some don't."

The idea that somebody could just... Bring one's self back to life... The idea boggled Martyn. And apparently, shocked Brian with the slack jawed look the crow hand- No. No, he was staring at the Hawk. Of course he was.

"So people willingly let themselves get slaughtered... For a chance at what? Money? Fame?" Martyn couldn't even imagine what prize had to be on the line-

"They get to grant a wish."

... "A wish."

"A wish. That's his husband's job. Wishmaker. The twelve Victors are brought back at the start of the year and they each battle it out for their wish. The ones that die don't get bought back. It's the sacrifice that comes with the wish."

Martyn didn't believe it for a second. "There's no way that's real. I mean... A wishmaker? What, does he conjure up the stars and goes "Your wish will come true eventually!" Or some crap like that? Seems like rubbish to me."

False narrowed her eyes at him. Uh oh.

"The wishes are real. Did you know that women couldn't pilot Air Ships? They weren't able to for as long as I was little. Hell, humans themselves are outright banned from purchasing them." Ohh boy, where did that sword come from- Where did that WALL come from?! Martyn went tense as he pressed against the wall, the sword's blade now pressed right against his throat.

"But I won. I made the wish to lift that ban. I got my ship. I got my license. I got my way. I fought my way through those games for three years." A dark look formed in her eyes as the blade dug into Martyn's neck just enough to draw blood.

"That's thirty-six games, thirty-seven if we include the Victor's battle. I fought tooth and nail for my ship. For my life. For Wels' life. And I will NOT let you disrespect those games-" The sword pressed closer to his throat- "Do I make. Myself. Clear?"

A gulp. "C-Crystal."

The sword fell. Martyn let out a relieved breath. He dragged his hand along his throat, pulling it back to see the dark red coating his fingers. He stared at False knowing his fear was obvious in his eyes. "You... Why wouldn't you just wish for the world to be normal again?" His voice was pitifully quiet.

"Because if the world were normal, everyone would lose everything. Our world may be screwed, but it is the only world we have." Was False's response. "Go to your room. Rest. Wels will call for you when dinner is prepped."

Martyn left. With too many questions still unanswered.

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As a treat: Solos of both Cub and Doc. Today was more of a filler than actual lore so I'll treat you guys properly!

Cub

Doc

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