I Don't Own Minecraft
[[I've come up with a schedule for this story which is neat. I'm thinking for right now I'm going to post a chapter every Monday, (sometimes)Wednesday, and every Friday]]
The next couple days were rougher than expected, for one I was only just now healing properly, potions seem to come with negative short term effects after the potion effects wear out. It wasn't something I was told, more over something I noticed from not being an idiot. I had healed quicker before this, and by using that, I could assume Bine had as well, but both of us seemed to be only slowly recovering, something he complained about incessantly, which also clued me in that he was use to healing faster.
I had a theory, an untested one, but one all the same, that potions, at least the positive ones will have an inverse effect on someone in the following days after potion use. Like regeneration slowed our healing factors, so maybe speed would give us fatigue in the days following, and strength would weaken us. It was a theory, one I couldn't test, well I could, but I didn't want to risk being right and dealing with another potion side effect while I was still healing.
Which by itself was a problem as it was wasting time, but that wasn't the only problem we all had to deal with now. Another thing is the two siblings couldn't sleep with me too close by them. Yeah the 'you can't rest now there are monsters nearby' kind of couldn't sleep. Apparently I'm enderman enough to be considered a hostile mob and I'm human enough that other hostile mobs also effect how I can sleep. It was a pain.
What we had to do was I just let them have the shack after making another bed for the two of them while I went off and blocked off the entrance portion of the cave and lit it up with torches, meaning I was currently using it as my home, to be honest I preferred it, the cave was cool since it was underground, which I preferred to it being hot, and I could have a number of furnaces in the cave without making the entire place feel sweltering.
All in all, it wasn't so much a problem more an inconvenience that I have to constantly deal with as I've accidentally woken the two up more times that I would care to admit, though I now know the range of my 'mob side effect' at least so that's something. On top of my side effects, since I couldn't really do anything to intensive in the last three days I've had to use to rest, I've managed to get some practice in on trying to control my eye by using more animals.
It hasn't yielded much progress, I still killed the animals in the end, but I was getting better at controlling it, and I could hold off for at least a good three or four seconds before I'm attacking. Besides that, I've figured out another thing, like endermen, any eye contact makes me want to kill, but indirect eye contact on my part doesn't do as much, more it feels like an intense itch in the back of my mind, it had lasted for nearly two hours before going away, but it told me something.
It's more important to keep people from looking into my eyes than me looking into other peoples eyes, it's a minor thing but it made me feel better, it let me know that I could in fact look someone in the eyes, they just couldn't be looking into mine. Another thing I tested, after some finagling, I always know when something looks into my eyes, it's like an alarm goes off in my head, like a fire alarm for fire fighters, but instead of putting out the fire, it's killing the one who set off the alarm.
Honestly I found it both interesting and horrific, the second was because of just how much blood I've spilled, which in my opinion was more than I ever would naturally want to and because it ripped my control away from me, but the second was the innate senses that endermen and now me share. No matter if I couldn't see them, in fact I know enderman don't even care if your invisible, if you look at them they'll still attack you. Not to mention the fact that I instinctual dodge projectiles like arrows, though I still have absolutely no idea how that works on either parts, just that it did.
But all that aside, there was one last problem, because why not add another to my list right? Though this was one that everyone involved also played a part in, and that was the fact that we didn't mesh well as people. None of our personalities matched, and unlike Bine and Alysine, there wasn't a bond formed from years of growing up with each other. We were strangers, with Allie being normally quiet but very feisty at any provocation, and Bine's very chill attitude, both of which conflicted with my more aggressive personality.
I'll admit, I'm not an easy person to along with, I'm headstrong, incredibly stubborn, and I've noticed that I keep trying to take command, like I was some leader. It was because I was so use to doing things my way that now that there were others to consider I was floundering and making an ass of myself by being to rude without meaning to or saying something on instinct and it leading to a bit to much tension between us. It was mostly Alysine admittedly, she has yet to seem to even let her guard completely down around me, which annoyed me a bit, like I was the one intruding when they were sleeping in my beds while I stayed in a cave of all places.
At least her brother was a bit better, he didn't seem to really get my humor entirely, nor could he seem to be able to pick up my sarcasm most of the time, which lead to just awkward silence, but he at least made an effort and we seemed to get along well enough in short bursts, though I don't know if it was because I saved his life or not that he was acting so much differently than his sister, but I didn't care. One tensed person around me was more than enough for me, no reason to include their sibling.
Still, I couldn't just keep this up, in the last three days I had recovered at least somewhat, even if I wasn't at one hundred percent, because I mean really I haven't been at one hundred percent since I got here in all honesty. From the water torture, to my sides being ripped open, to the multiple explosions and the insane overuse of my ender side. This wasn't anything knew and I was beginning to get a bit annoyed at the fact that I wasn't doing anything. Well besides trying to not kill animals, and all those failures were starting to get to me as well. I honestly can't picture what my hands use to look like, before one was pitch black or either was constantly stained with blood.
The thought sent images through my mind before I violently shook my head, ignoring the light whispers in my head that mentioned that I perhaps wasn't all that different from the monsters out there. I didn't want to think about any of that at the moment as I took a deep breath before moving up to the top of the cave where the entrance was. I was always decent at planning my actions, but that never seemed to work when it came to other people, so when I saw the two talking to each other by one of the furnaces, I hated the way my own voice caught as I tried to say something without coming off like a piece of shit. It didn't work.
"We need to start actually doing something. I think it's about time we start mining for some more iron" Alysine nodded at that, but it was clear she wasn't looking in my direction. Another thing I noticed about her, she doesn't like looking in my direction. The only thing I could come to a conclusion of is that something happen to her that involved an enderman in the past, probably something traumatic, so I couldn't hold it against her but that doesn't mean I liked being on the receiving of it, but I managed to not say anything.
"Are you sure? Neither of us are really all that great at the moment and me and my sister aren't miners or anything" To someone else that might have been a good point, but to me it just sounded stupid. I know that it's probably different with what they've been taught but it seems a bit restrictive to have something like a miner profession, it seems like something everyone should know. Then again, I'm probably the closest to a jack of all trades that these two might have ever met if I'm guessing how the education with them goes.
"We literally just walk around with torches and hit anything with tan or black flakes in it, while going deeper and deeper. It isn't that hard" He seemed to frown at my slightly condescending tone, I didn't really mean to act like that, but it was just how I talked, it was something so ingrained into a habit that I wasn't sure how to start to break it or if I could. Thankfully neither called me out on it, though Allie brought up another point.
"What about any mobs down there? You two are the ones that can fight, and your the ones that are hurt" I wanted to roll my one open eye but withheld as I thought about the question for a long moment, trying to figure out how to be comforting to get her to go along with this.
"Most of the upper level I've already marked out with torches so mobs will only be a danger if we go lower, and I'll stay in front of you two, since I'm the strongest one here and I'm probably the most use to doing stuff at a disadvantage" She bristled a bit at that, at something I had said that she seemingly misinterpreted though I didn't know what while Bine thankfully spoke up and said.
"You can teleport, are you sure that's a disadvantage?" I looked over at him for a moment before saying in a half joking tone, only because that was only how much I could manage with how fresh the memories actually were.
"Contact with water anywhere on my right side make me feel like I'm burning alive, I have to keep one eye closed at all time to not accidentally fall into a killing frenzy, before I met you, I had nearly died at least two times and in that time barely had a week to heal, hell I'm still not healed from those encounters and I still managed to survive in the nether for over an hour" As I spoke, memories seemed to flash from behind my eyes as the scenes replayed in my head, something that I was thankfully broken out of as Bine laughed a bit before saying good naturally.
"Yeah ok that's fair enough" He seemed to carefree for what I had said, and I was reminded why I considered the reason I didn't along with him. It wasn't that he didn't get along with me, like his sister did, no it was the other way around, the way he seemed to just belittle the things I've gone through in this week alone by just laughing them off like it wasn't serious, it's why I didn't like talking to him for extended periods. Still, I managed to hold my tongue and instead looked over towards Allie and said.
"So are you going to help us or not?" It wasn't as nicely put as I would like, but I didn't know how else I could say it, thankfully, as she sat there and debated something with herself for a moment, after a moment she seemed to sigh before standing up and nodding to me as I felt a small smile pull back on my face. Even if neither of them really meshed well for me, it was starkly nice compared to being alone lost in the voices, memories, and the silence. After a moment I shook the thoughts out of my head as I turned back to the cave and said.
"Follow me then, I'll make you two some picks that you can use then we can get started" Listening wasn't hard to do, and I was glad to hear the crunching of grass and what sounded like a stray twig as the two did in fact follow after me. Walking down into the cave, which I had hollowed out a bit over time, I walked over to the crafting table down there, I opened up the grid and made the two stone pickaxes, and then handed them out before tossing the two a torch so they could see.
"Come on it's get started" The two made sounds of agreement as I walked up to a cobblestone wall before mining it away to reveal the cave system in front of me. Taking a slightly shaky breath, I walked into it. It wasn't so much the stone that reminded me of it all, more it was that I knew what had happened in this place. Shaking my head to myself, I continued down and moved as quickly as I could past the cave connecting room that was covered in blood and waved for the two with my torch hand to one of the more explored areas of the cave system.
"We can start here, if you get in trouble then just yell or deal with it or something" It wasn't exactly eloquent but it was needed to mention. I didn't want either to die anytime soon, whether it was because I didn't want to be alone again, that I valued human life, that I wanted there help, or some mixture of them all, I wasn't sure but it didn't matter much the reason, the things I did to ensure that they didn't die did matter though.
Still, with that the three of us moved out the slightly large cavern, with the walls of the cave easily being a good ten to twelve feet apart, which was one of the reasons why I was glad they had agreed to help me. Honestly spotting iron ore was hard to do with how much it blended in, and with how much surface area there was, it was hard to scan it all when all the light we had was from a few torches. I could use my right eye to get perfect vision through it, but I didn't want to risk it.
All the same, from there the three of us got into a rhyme, just walking around and scanning the stone walls. Over all, we found a number of things in it, for one a number of coal pieces, ten in total, but I had enough charcoal so it wasn't anything like a major victory. Thankfully we also did find a couple pieces of iron ore, only five, but that was pretty damn good for only the half an hour we all had been mining. This was much more effective, but we were a long way off from even a proper set of iron tools, muchless iron amour, not that I think I'm going to make any for me.
Well that might not be true, as I thought about the idea of amour as I walked down a particularly unlit area of cave I haven't gone down yet while the other two did one more sweep. It really depends on what the amour is like, I mean I vaguely remember wearing body amour, but I've always been a fast striker, it's how I've always fought, I believe, and a heavy set of amour weighing down my reaction time might help at taking a few hits but I've honestly been really good at avoiding attacks, and when you factor in teleporting, the only time I've really been properly injured by something was when I was caught off guard or in a raging frenzy.
I'll still try it and see how much I can still move, but I don't think I'd like something as heavy as iron for amour, I actually liked that leather chest plate, though it's ruined now and the durability is shit, though I'm sure I could find a way to reinforce the leather someway, like iron arm guards, and a body plate, or something like that, which protects me more than the weakest amour like leather, but still allowing me to move as freely as possible... I don't really know much about amour but I mean, it sounds right I think.
My thoughts about my own protection was ironically interrupted as I listened to the sound of a groan, oh great a zombie. I wasn't all that worried, it just sounded like one and I didn't hear anything else around expect the echos from the foot falls of the brother and sister that were still a little while away from me. Whatever, I pulled out my sword and placed my torch against the wall and waited as I lowered myself into a stance while opening my right eye. It was my dominate eye and while I could fight with it closed, doesn't mean I wanted to risk it.
Still, as the groaning got loud, I frown a bit to myself as I noted it was to loud to be just one zombie which didn't make any sense. Either it was a big zombie, which also didn't make sense, or I some how got messed up on what I heard, which wasn't likely, it was one groan... Ah, multiple zombies, just really far away, the caves are just traveling the sound better than I thought it should be able to. Ok then, I don't know anything near enough about hordes enough to predict how many there were just on sound alone with how far they could be. I had good hearing but not that good with the cave distortion.
Closing my eyes again for a moment to think, I turned and moved back a bit more to have some distance before changing my stance up, now the sword was resting in front of my in my right hand as my left was held behind my back with my feet in a wide gaurd, the blade tilted upwards when before I had held it straight out in a fencing guard. It was a minor thing, but fencing is mostly used for fast attacks against one person, almost always in a straight line with you, so this stance should leave me more open to attack multiple zombies without being blindsided near as easily with a very open guard at my sides.
After a few long and building tense moment, I honestly was starting to get a bit bored, it wasn't really my fault, I'm just not good at being able to do nothing, even something like this, I just felt the want to move around. It's also the reason why I was so bad at waiting around to fully heal up, it felt so pointless and it grinded on my mind. I don't know if it was something new to coming to this world, or I had always been like that, my memories didn't tell me much but that subject, but what I did know is that I didn't like being alone with my own thoughts for extend periods of time without something to focus my mind on.
My thoughts were thankfully spared as I listened to the now fast approaching footsteps of the zombies, and I noted the faint rattling of a skeleton somewhere in the background. I couldn't see it because I was a bit before a turn in the cave that went right and downward, but I could still hear it and soon, just as I noticed two sets of footsteps behind me, two zombies turned the corner and I rushed forwards.
In a fast jab, my blade stabbed into the zombie on my right's head, pulling it out as fast as possible while gaining distance as a zombie lunged at me, the zombie barely missed landing on me as it stumbled into my path, leaving me little room to move my weapon, it didn't matter to much as I brought my blade up, and with my grip on the handle still, punched into the undead's chest, pushing it back just enough to get the space to swing upwards from left to right as the blade cleaved through the zombies chest and through a portion of the head.
It wasn't dead though as I winced a tad at the horrible sight of the head being half cut open while what looked like rotting guts seemed to seep out of the chest wound I gave it as the zombie recoiled from the hit backwards, like it was about to fall over. Shaking my head, I took a step forwards as I brought the blade above my head before slicing downward hard, and watched as the zombies head got another, much more lethal, cut into it, as I nearly split the thing's head down the middle before the resistance was to much to over come.
As it crumpled off my blade and vanished, I looked down at the weapon in my hand and noted it was getting low on durability again, not to mention the blade was beginning to dull. I should have been able to at least cut into the zombie's chest with how hard I had swung. I'll have to make another one after this, but for now another one had turned the corner, I glanced away from my blade to look at it then looked down to avoid eye contact as I brought the blade up and waited a second before striking again.
It wasn't hard to deal with mobs on a one on one bases, they seem to only be dangerous in large pacts more often than not, though of course some are much more dangerous than others. Twenty creepers don't matter when it only takes one to kill you, and endermen have only begun to seem even more dangerous to me, as they seem more intelligent than the other mobs in the game, and with teleportation and very strong and durable bodies, fighting just one would probably be to much if you aren't use to it.
Anyway, what I mean is I killed another three zombies as them stumbled out before taking a few steps backwards and drew out my bow, which still had seven arrows left, and drew it back and waited for the skeleton I had heard to turn the corner. Honestly I didn't need to be near as careful with skeletons than I had to be with practically every other mob since I'll just naturally avoid their arrows, but I was also recovering and I've made it a point to not teleport until I'm at least mostly back to full health to not prolong it anymore.
The second I saw a flash of a white skull, I let the arrow fly and watched as it sink into the eye socket of the skeleton and watched as the skull was rocked back from the force as the arrow tore out from the back of the skull as I smirked a bit at that as I watched the skeleton crumple onto the ground. Ok so I might have a bit of a grudge against skeletons for that time one made me teleport into the middle of like four zombies which led to a frankly pretty damn traumatic event for me. So I felt it was a bit fair to hold onto that anger.
Still, I didn't hear anything in front of me anymore so with that I sighed lightly to myself as I did a few circles with my right arm, trying to get some of the soreness out of it from how hard I had swung on the already hurt arm. It didn't really help make it feel any better but it lost some of it's tension so that was something. Anyway, I think that was everything from in front of me, so I closed my right eye and walked over and took the torch off the wall before turning around and looked at the two siblings I had heard walk up to me right before the fight started and gave them a wave as I put my sword up.
"I'm going to explore this cave a bit more, if you head back a bit, I saw another cave opening back there that seemed to head up, you two can check that one out" The two Shared a look before Allie quickly turned and move away while Bine turned back to me as I noticed a slight gleam in his eyes as he said.
"What kind of style was that? I don't know any people who use a sword with one hand, that was awesome" I blinked a bit at that, because I wasn't blind, the way he was clearly avoiding eye contact with the only now despawning mobs told me that he didn't like seeing something so gruesome, and yet he was asking em about my sword style? I just took the hint and explained it a bit to him as I thought about it for a second. I mean, not to say players were weak, but since the normal sword in this world ranges anywhere from a length to be considered a short sword or a long sword, I guess two handed wielding is just common practice. Add into the fact that I'm using a longer end, short sword like a rapier of all things most of the time since it weighs so little to me, then well I guess it would look out of place in comparison.
"It's called fencing, it normally revolves around three styles, the one I know best is called sabre which uses a different weapon, but this one works well enough. but basically it's about fast and hard to block body and head jabs with some slicing sometimes used to throw someone off. I've had to change it a bit to work against mobs and I'm not totally use to these swords yet either, so it's a bit different now than what I use to do" Bine looked at me for a moment, with a bit of confusion at that before saying.
"I've never heard of something like that" I just shrugged as I pulled out my pickaxe and glanced around the walls for a moment before responding.
"It might have gone out of style, or never was in style, who knows Not me that's for sure. I barely remember who I am to be honest with you. Spawning into this world left my memories a wreck and from the look of things, I'll probably never get my lost memories back so I couldn't tell you about fencing history, if there is any, in the Central Hub" He looked at me for a moment as his expression broke into a new expression that I hadn't seen before on his face. Pity. I didn't want to look at it so I moved my eyes away and began to head down to the cave. After a few moments I listened to him walk away from me as well.
Just for reference, Edison can't be as close as fifteen feet to a human who is sleeping or else he'll wake them up. Besides that Edison isn't good with people, for a number of reasons, it's just the kind of person he is doesn't mesh well with people to start with. And to give the man a break, he honestly can't remember the last time he spoke to a person, that wasn't basically god, so I think it's fair to say he doesn't really have much experience or remember of how to properly talk to people so he ends up not being able to phrase things to right way and constantly berating himself over it. Why? Well, he's kind of a badass, I mean most of his memories a distant fog at best and he's still doing pretty damn well and has at a decent speed begun to master his new ender side, plus the natural skill with a sword I added in, I figured it would only be right for him to really struggle at something, and I chose that to be other people. Anyway, See ya.