Thanks to TonightsArmy for Seb! Sorry I took so long to post the new chapter. I was busy all week.
The boy at the counter raised his hands as though in a gesture of surrender. "It was just a question! Calm down."
Dynamite rolled her eyes, but then stopped halfway through, so she was staring awkwardly to one side.
The crabbed old man glared. Dynamite hadn't realised before how much his face looked like a wizened apple.
"Seb, don't talk to that girl! You know what she is!"
Dynamite stamped her foot. "Oh my god!"
"And what was that weird girl in here? And the creepy scaly man? Get out of my library!" His plump, wrinkled cheeks jiggled with rage.
"We're going." Dynamite snapped. "You think we want to have to deal with your stench?"
As soon as she was outside, she sagged against the wall. "Every single time," she muttered defeatedly.
Nether glared around. She stomped on the ground. "What is with these people?" she almost screamed to no-one in particular.
"Nether, now is not a good time." Dragon said calmly. "Or a good place, for that matter."
Dynamite sighed, opened her eyes and nodded. "The people of the village are very superstitious. I know you saw, Nether, when I drank the potion. I have to carry freaking TNT around because of it." She reached into the bag of the red tubes. "Think of what they'll do to you two."
Nether's anger slowly subdued as she stared down at herself. She looked at her red-and-yellow skin, her sword and darts, her clawed hands…
Then she glanced at Dragon. A black scaly pattern on his skin, bright purple eyes, and black leather furled around him in the shape of a cloak and tunic. He stared back at her and tossed his longish dark hair.
"You're right," Nether muttered. "It is dangerous. We can't appear where people are often. Sun will be tracking us."
Dragon nodded approvingly.
"We'll have to improvise as to what we're going to do." Dynamite put in.
Nether shook her head helplessly. "No clue."
"What are you talking about?" a new voice asked curiously.
"None of your business," Nether snapped at the boy from the library, who had appeared in the doorway.
"Does it, by any chance, have anything to do with the sudden and random inability to travel to the Nether?"
Dynamite's head snapped around to face him.
"What, you think I wouldn't be interested? And of course, no way would I have been listening in on you last night," he continued nonchalantly.
Dynamite could have sworn that Dragon smirked at this point.
Nether reached into the bag, feeling the different dart tips.
Dragon stopped her. "Wait."
Nether looked at him like he was crazy.
"He might know something."
"Yeah, sure."
Dragon sighed. "Folk tales in this instance can be incredibly useful. Also, I'm sure the villagers will like us a lot more once you dart the librarian's son."
Nether rolled her eyes. "Fine…" she huffed.
"Hellooo?" the library boy cut in. He stared at his own hands. "It appears I am still here."
Nether shot him a withering look.
"Thank you for the acknowledgement! I'm Seb," was the reply.
Nether stretched and ignored him completely.
"Nether, Dragon and Dynamite," Dynamite promptly put in. She seemed awfully eager.
Idiot, chided that little voice inside Nether's head that was honestly so irritating sometimes. She's been related to Herobrine in the eyes of gossip her whole life. Of course she's eager to actually be talked to like a human.
Nether glared at Seb.
"Just to be clear, I don't like you, and I wash my hands of the whole affair." she spat. Lava pooled in her cupped hands and dripped onto the path. She stalked away.
Dragon looked around. "We should leave."
"I'm coming," Seb said quickly.
"As you like," was Dragon's inexpressive response.