Hello everyone! Here is the second installment of Trinity Island. Kind of a slow build, but things will pick up some and I may do some skipping around time-wise just to cut out some of where they would be grinding for resources. Any comments on how to do this better would be great, and tell me what you think, please, this is my first time doing this and I don't know how to do this ;;^;;))

Mot raked his hand back through his hair, closing his eyes and letting out a deep sigh. They were stuck, it seemed. Great. He let his hand drop to rub down his face, pinching the inner corners of his eyes. "Alright. Guess we have to play their game then. I'll start punching the tree, but we need something for shelter so that we can escape the mobs at least. Even a zombie could be the death of us." He said, turning to Spark and Jeriah, both of whom looked solemn and serious. Alyssa looked up from where she was petting a rabbit that she had managed to coax into her lap, her ears twitching on her head at the sound of her father talking.

Jeriah nodded. "Make a wooden pick and I'll start getting some cobblestone." He said, and walked off to scan the island and find a good place to start their mine. Spark stood there with his arms crossed, watching Mot. Mot ignored him and went over to the tree, cracking his knuckles and using his green skinned right hand to slug the trunk, working to steadily remove the logs. The first block popped out, and he used his other hand to scoop it up and toss it into his bag. A second block followed and then a third, before Mot stopped and made them into planks. He created a crafting table with the small crafting board in his bag and tossed it down. There were eight planks left. He looked up at Spark. "Make Jeriah a pickaxe." He said, tossing the wood down on the top of the crafting table so that he could go back to the tree and get the rest of the wood.

Spark watched him in silence, but moved forward and crafted sticks to make the handle of the pick. Mot finished gathering the wood from the small tree and stood under it to wait for falling saplings. His hand was sore, but the skin had held up better than it would have on his other hand, and there was only some minor bruising around his knuckles. He watched Spark finish the pick and take it over to Jeriah, and turned his head to see Alyssa digging into a sand hill from the top to make a shelter.

He turned his eyes back to the tree and walked two steps left to collect a sapling, planting it back in the place of the first tree. Spark came back over, leaning against the wooden crafting bench and watching him through his shades. Mot hated it when he did that, he hated not being able to read his eyes. The businessman put a lot of stock into his ability to read people and be unreadable in return, but when he couldn't see someone's eyes, that just made him feel uneasy. He had to tread more carefully, watch what he said and examine their body language more. Probably why Spark insisted on wearing his stupid green shades up far enough to actually cover his eyes around the younger male.

"Why do you keep staring at me? If I didn't know any better, I would think that you're staring at my ass. " Mot eventually said, tone a bit snappish but teasing as he picked up another sapling and one red apple. He put the apple into his bag and moved to the side to plant the sapling down and let it grow as well. He kept his back to Spark, but felt his gaze on his back like flaming arrows.

"What? Me, staring at your ass? Maybe I'm just how you haven't broken more mirrors walking past them, hm?" Spark countered, a smirk in his voice at the usual banter between them. The two had always been close, even before their relationships to their gods became more. He shifted to rest his chin on his fist, twirling a spare stick around the fingers of his other hand. Spark preferred action to debate, but he could have a way with words if he wanted to.

"Well then what did you lose over here, because I can assure you that your rapier is not down the back of my shirt." Mot said back, turning to face him with the apple in hand, hurling it his way. Spark caught it with the ease of having dealt with things being thrown at him for a long time. He put the stick down and held the apple in both hands, rubbing his thumb over a small flaw in the perfect red skin.

"Nothing, I was just wondering about something." The answer, straight forward for once, made Mot pause in gathering seeds from the long grass, frowning. Spark rarely gave a straight answer, he had spent far too long around Ianite. As a result, he had picked up her way of weaving words around until you never really knew what he was saying until an hour after he said it. So a straight answer was rare to get from him.

"Wondering about what, exactly?" Mot said, cautiously, probing the clump of grass by his feet to search for more seeds. The same way he was probing Spark to answer. The man stared at his younger friend over his shades and shrugged when Mot turned to look at him.

"I sensed something when were were falling. Dianite seemed to be in pain, Mianite seemed aggressive, and my lady seemed distressed. It worried me to not know what happened behind us. Doesn't it do the same to you?" He said eventually, looking over at Jeriah as he came up from where he had been mining, the wooden pick finally broken. He had gathered a good few pieces of cobble and even some coal.

"What are you two talking about?" The blood mage asked, squinting up at the sky and frowning at how low the sun seemed. Mot filled him in on what they had been talking about about sensing something off between their gods when they were falling while Spark made a stone pick and two stone swords. With their few remaining sticks, they made torches and started putting them around the island, trying to keep it lit up so they didn't have to deal with the creatures of the night. Not that that would do much, if there was a blood moon.

Jeriah looked at the two of them. "Hey, why don't I get a sword?" Spark looked over from planting a torch down and smiled dryly.

"Because you are just as likely to smack Mot around with it than actually fight mobs, and we're the better fighters out of all of us. You relied on your blood magic too much. Go help Alyssa with gathering the animals." She had dug a pit next to the small, roofless hole she had made, and was currently trying to shove them in.

Muttering bitterly, he stomped over to where she was shoving at a cow and helped her guide it in, scowling behind the ridiculous mustache he had covering his upper lip. Mot laughed slightly and shook his head. "He really hates menial tasks doesn't he?" He commented to Spark. The older man murmured in agreement, taking a stone to try and give the rock weapon in his hand a better edge. Their previous conversation was left off for now, more pressing matters taking the place of it, such as making sure they survive the night. Already things were spawning in the water, two zombies and a skeleton, a spider on the far side of the island and a creeper on a small sand island in the distance. Their first night had begun.