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mumbo-killingmachine-jumbo · 2 years

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scene : you set sail alone, there is no crew / no one on the deck who can help you

characters : seablings! except instead of empires undertones it’s angsty Church of Jeremyism X Life undertones :]

music : ship in a bottle - fin , talk to you - Ricky Montgomery

what happens : Lizzie sets up Seelie The Dealie. Jimmy helps her. Neither of them realize what this means until later. ( didn’t realize it wasn’t lapslock until later? gee i guess renchanting duo is lapslock n seablings is Actual Grammar in my brain )

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Lizzie sees the ways the others look at her. The other players ( contestants ) look at her with pity in their eyes. Pity is good. Pity can be used. The others think she’s new, inexperienced. Which she is, to some extent. New to the people. Not new to the game. So far, nobody looks at her with the void seeping through their eyes. Apathy hasn’t set in yet. This is good. ( She doesn’t think she could handle another Red Funeral. )

You see, what most people on this server don’t know is that this isn’t Lizzie’s first death game. Sure, Jimmy and Scott and Joel know, but she can handle them herself. It’s the people she doesn’t know, ( the hermits ) that scare her. They say that you should know your enemy, and that rings especially true on this server. And what better way to get to know people than a business?

Which is where Lizzie finds herself now. Enchanting will be useful on such a pvp-oriented server. And if she uses the last wisps of her quickly fading magic to make sure no one gets any enchantment too dangerous, well, nobody will notice. Nobody important, anyway. And if the diamond ores are hard to find and harder to mine, if building the shop takes longer than it used to, if she’s dedicating her energy to a potentially fruitless gamble, there’s no one to be concerned about her anyway. As far as Lizzie’s concerned, anyone coming to her little corner of the map can go away. Unless it’s for business, of course. ( Of course! )

Which is why Jimmy visits her. He’s trying his best to be sneaky and hide behind a tree, and is failing spectacularly in his attempt. After a couple minutes of tolerating it, Lizzie decides to put him out of his misery.

“ I know you’re in there, Timmy. “

The trees rustle. Jimmy’s figure shrinks into itself, trying to be discreet as possible, which is laughable. Jimmy was never discreet. Not then, and not now. Probably not ever. ( For a second he looks like he’s wearing a toga, flowers in his hair, friendship bracelet on his wrist. Lizzie blinks. The toga’s gone. )

“ No, Timmy’s not here. I don’t even know anyone called Timmy. “ he squeaks out.

Lizzie raises an eyebrow and lets her silence do the talking. Jimmy comes out after a few moments. He’s never had any patience. Lizzie gives him a fond smile, before remembering that she’s supposed to be angry at him.

“ What are you doing here, Timmy? Hanging around in the forest stalking me can’t be good for you. I haven’t seen you around all day, what’ve you been doing? “ she questions.

Jimmy smiles sheepishly, but the smile doesn’t quite reach his eyes. Lizzie frowns. If he’s worried, it must be serious. Jimmy’s always been a little…air-headed. ( Scott’s words, not hers. )

“Um. Good question! You know the shop you’ve just opened? Yeah. Yeah, that one. I’ve got a little…business inquiry, Liz. “ Jimmy stutters out.

Lizzie’s demeanour changes immediately. She smiles, more patiently this time, at Jimmy. Her wings flap gently against non-existent air. She lifts a hand up to fix her buns. Her magic awakens to a state that almost makes it look like she’s glowing. ( Jimmy remembers sitting in the pews with his friends. Wonderful news, she and Scott had said. They were both wrong. It was the worst news he’d ever heard in his life. Lives. )

“ Why didn’t you say so, Timmy? “ she asked. And suddenly there’s a hand clutching at his wrist, dragging him up the hill to Seelie the Dealie.

The interior is of Lizzie’s store is warm and cozy. The floor and walls are made of birch with spruce accents. Shelves across the shop are lined with knickknacks. The enchanting table sits on a rug in the centre, along with a chest full of lapis. Candles are lit all around it. ( Somehow, Jimmy still feels like shivering. )

She beckons Jimmy to enchant his weapons, armour. There’s a sign behind her : ‘ Full Enchanting Pass 10 Diamonds Only! ‘. If he accepts, the enchantments will be mediocre at best, he knows. She’ll take the chance to discreetly size him up, he knows. To an outsider, she smells like rose water. To those who know, she reeks of the fae. ( She didn’t always reek of them, he knows that. Knows there must have been a time when Lizzie was fully human. But if he reaches back, tries to remember, he’ll find haze and smoke. He knows that, too. )

“ I didn't come to use the enchanter actually. Well, it would be useful, too but…the point is, I’ve got a business proposition, actually?” he doesn’t mean to make it come out as a question, but it does. Ah well. No going back now.

Her face turns stony, and all friendliness seeps from her voice. The scent of roses is cloyingly overwhelming now.

“ Get on with it. “

“ Well, um, I was wondering! Could I maybe, perhaps? Join your shop? As like an employee or something? “ His voice is shaking. Why is it shaking? Does Lizzie intimidate him that much? ( Devs, yes. Lizzie scares him. Lizzie scares him. )

Something pops in Lizzie’s mind. It does sound nice, to have an ally. Admittedly, an alliance with Jimmy, but she’ll take what she can get. Someone to do her dirty work for her, assuming she has dirty work that needs to be done. She lets the pause linger for longer than is necessary, just to watch Jimmy squirm, of course.

“ Welcome aboard, Jimmy! Your first job is to get the heck out of here and advertise the store. Net some more customers for us, yeah?”

Lizzie reaches out and shakes his hand, sealing the deal.

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mumbo-killingmachine-jumbo · 2 years

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scene name : the deep dark

characters : martyn, ren

what happens : martyn, having just shy of 4 lives, begs ren for a deal. in exchange for one live, he’ll have martyn at his beck and call. ( starts Shadow Lord development arc )

music i used as inspo : escapism- steven universe , a crow’s trial - vane lily , our word - 36 questions ,

word count : 747

at the gates of the den, ren’s ears perk up. someone’s approaching. an enemy or a guest he does not know, but ren resolves to greet him the same either way. ( ren just hopes they don’t threaten his home. he’s been working on it for a while, dude. sure, there aren’t any rules here, but base destruction this early…)

ren lightly smacks the side of his head. don’t think about it, he chides himself.

the footsteps are louder now. whoever it is, they’re almost here. ren opens up the gate ( glorified fences, really ) and takes a peek around. he doesn’t see anyone, but he can still hear them, ( and smell them ) so he calls out.

“ yo, whoever it is skulkin’ around in here and scaring my dogs, it’s uncool. come out and show yourself, man! “

his voice echoes around the forest for a while, until someone creeps out. it’s martyn. ( ren breathes a sigh of relief ) he looks fine, with no real injuries, but his back is too straight and his smile is too wide. ren doesn’t think for one second that he’s here innocently, not exactly. but it’s good to see him nonetheless. ( he could take martyn in a fight, couldn’t he? couldn’t he? )

martyn smiles again. and some part of ren notices, remembers it. it’s his business grin. martyn wears it when he’s trying to make a deal or scam someone. often both. he shivers. his instincts are screaming at him that it’s unsafe here, he should run, but the other part of him smiles back. ( running shows weakness. and the last thing he needs is to seem weak right now )

“ sorry about the scare, man! my bad. nice to know I can be scary, though. decided to swing by for a chat. your base looks lovely, by the way. can I come in? “ he asks.

ren opens the gate and gestures for martyn to come in. they spend a few minutes pestering each other and joking lightly about the boogeyman curse. ren hopes martyn doesn’t notice the way his hands shake in his pockets, or how his tail stops wagging when they talk about it. ( ren hopes martyn doesn’t grab his axe and swing halfway into the conversation. )

“ well, now that we’ve determined that we’re not the boogeyman, what brings you here dude? and don’t you dare tell me that you just wanted to visit. “ ren says. he wiggles his eyebrows for benefit.

martyn laughs. it sounds like a pebble skipping across a pond. it sounds like manic disbelief. it sounds like hysteria.

“ what, can’t I just pop over to see a pal? “

“…”

ren’s arms cross on his chest. he’s unimpressed.

“ okay, okay. so as you might’ve noticed, I’m yellow. which isn’t a very good thing to be. so I thought to myself, hey, who’s the nicest guy you know? who might be willing to spare a life to a poor soul like me? “

in spite of himself, ren smiles. ( he knows he’s being swindled, but martyn looks so damn cute when he spouts off the ‘ you’re nice ‘ spiel. let him be ) he motions for martyn to go on.

“ of course, I’m not expecting you to do this out of the kindness of your heart! “

martyn gets down on one knee.

“ woah, woah, woah. what’s going on here dude? not that I’m not flattered but…” ren stammers out.

“ milord, if you give me a life, my sword will be your sword. my shield will be your shield, and I’ll take the hit for you.” ( he says it his drama voice, and oh, if the prospect of an ally doesn’t appeal to you. )

now, ren’s not an idiot, ( no matter what cleo says to the contrary ) he knows what martyn is like. martyn wants to win. if he accepts this offer, he’ll probably end up stabbed in the back at some point. the man could give scar a run for his money.

but martyn’s useful, too. he’s surprisingly good at pvp, and his… knack for persuasion could come in handy down the road. having martyn on his side would drastically increase his chance of survival.

ren accepts. his sword is heavy against martyn’s shoulders.

“ no longer are you only martyn inthelittlewood, laddie, but on this day I dub thee Martyn, Knight of Shadows. arise, loyal knight. “ ( the accent hurts his throat a little, but that’s okay. it’ll get easier with time. )

martyn rises. martyn smiles. and behind him, his shadow grows a little bit darker.

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mumbo-killingmachine-jumbo · 2 years

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scene : lives lost, lives gained

characters : just martyn. scar, etho and ren ment tho

happens : introspective martyn!! :D

wordcount : 544

to martyn, the worst part of a deal is the part that you’re offering.

martyn prides himself on his persuasion. most people will give in and accept if you pester them enough. you just need to find their weak point. the only people on the server who can even hold a candle to him at negotiation are scar, ( and perhaps etho. there’s just something about the man…martyn’s been told about his many talents. most of them are probably exaggeration, but… he gets the feeling etho could convince anyone to do anything, if he had to.) however, the other party won’t even consider it if you don’t have something good to offer in return. and even though he’s made this complaint about a thousand times by now, this time martyn truly believes he has the worse end of the deal.

ren? ren’s easy to strike a deal with. he’s too kind, and he doesn’t have a great grasp on what’s valuable and what’s not. he’s no jimmy though, and a life lost is a heavy price, even for ren. what could possibly balance the scales in his favor then? what’s more valuable than a life?

when martyn and the others first ( second ) enter the world, their lives were all assigned at random. it was a game of chance as to how many you got. spin the wheel and get a prize, if you will. except it felt more like a condemnation.

in the moments before his lives were assigned, martyn felt like vomiting. it was like the nausea effect, but so much worse. martyn felt like someone was pouring his soul up in a bowl, then mixing him, his very essence into something that could barely form words. ( at the end of it, he quite nearly ended up as a martyn milkshake. ) the seemingly endless shaking feeling ended when a heaving weight slammed onto his shoulders. he looked around, expecting to find a ton of rocks or some other load. then he remembered what had happened. that sinking feeling? that was his lives. three of them, to be exact.

while martyn was observing other people, ( particularly those with more lives ) he noticed that nobody seemed to share the pressure. when martyn was perpetually slouching, everyone else was standing straight. when martyn was at a leisurely jog, everyone else was running. ( this had the effort of making him seem unconcerned, which he NOT, but he’d take the free intimidation points, thank you very much. )

martyn’s problem with the deal wasn’t the alliance. loyal allies were useful this early on. his problem with the deal was the extra life.

many people would have called him either crazy or just dumb. who wouldn’t want an extra life? the world only had so much of them. but martyn had only been carrying the lives around for a day, and he was already so, so, tired. not enough to consider giving one up, of course, but still! he wasn’t looking forward to the new life.

he was locked into the deal now, though. there was no going back.

it’s funny, though. when ren speaks the incantation and transfers the life, martyn feels lighter than before. the sinking feeling isn’t gone, but it’s gotten smaller. he could get used to it.

#cs!martyn #cs!ren #cravingsunlightau #etho and scar ment #laee writes #thanks tobytoaster 4 motivating me!#*mwah*

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