So, I was scrolling through Pi & Odal's old notes, and I found this story idea:

"This idea is kinda stolen from the RP Café. Cub is under the effect of a spell, forcing him to say the exact opposite of what he wants to. A server-wide meeting is called about 1.14, and chaos ensues when only Grian, Iskall and Scar know what's going on, and refuse to tell anyone else. Soon enough, however, an argument breaks out, and Cub lashes out in frustration with his magic.

Guess what also has that same opposite-meaning effect applied."

And now I know where to take the story I wrote last Wednesday. Except the prompt is s7 and 1.17 instead of s6 and 1.14.

Yay! Go Az!

Enjoy!

"Why can't we just use a 'silence me' nametag, again?" Scar asked, mildly amused, as Cub continued pushing the evoker-in-a-minecart along.

"These guys respond better if we use Vex magic." Cub replied, gesturing to what was practically a cloud of lesser Vex forming around them. Scar nodded sagely, and the two continued in amicable silence (besides the incessant giggling of the aforementioned Vex) towards the small clearing they'd set up for the spell.

Once they got there, and boxed in the evoker in a quick dirt box, Cub started rummaging in his ender chest for his notes on the spell, while Scar gave Jellie a little pet. Upon hearing Scar cooing over his cat, Cub sighed.

"It's probably not a good idea to have her here." Cub warned. "If she decides 'ooo magic pretty' again, then who knows what could happen!?"

"It'll be fine." Scar chuckled. "Jellie, stay." He still cautioned, giving the cat a cheeky smile. He then joined Cub, and pored over the spell notes.

"And you're sure this is going to work?" He asked.

"Ninety-nine percent." Cub nodded. "Barring cats."

"Alright." Scar grinned. "I like those odds. Let's do this."

With that, they set about casting the spell. The magic began weaving through the air, forming a beautiful light show around the evoker. The air practically crackled with the magical field (and it also tasted faintly of citrus, but that was probably fine). The spell was going fine, perfectly, in fact, until Jellie decided that the magic was pretty, and jumped into the fray.

The spell was disrupted, and suddenly everything was blinding colours flashing ringing falling screaming- until, after a faint 'ZOT', it wasn't. Scar slowly came to his senses, pushing himself up off the ground and looking around. In the centre of the clearing, and entirely unscathed and un-silenced, were Jellie and the evoker. The ground surrounding them was scorched from the magical backlash, and on the other side of the clearing, Cub lay, dazed.

"Cub." Scar gasped, pushing himself up. He staggered over to where Cub lay, gently shaking Cub's shoulder. Cub blearily opened one eye in response. "Are you ok?" Scar cautiously asked. Cub shook his head.

"Yep. Fine. No headaches. Do you have lava?" He explained, before a confused expression crossed his face. "I... I meant to say that." He stammered out, and it was Scar's turn to be confused as Cub covered his mouth in shock.

"Cub, are you sure you're okay?" Scar asked again, frowning.

"Yep! I'm having no difficulty saying what I mean. I don't think that the spell could have affected me. I'm fine. I don't need help." Cub explained, audibly struggling, tears welling up in his eyes. Scar frowned, and pulled out a book and quill from his inventory.

"Can you write on this?" Scar asked, offering said item to Cub.

"That's a terrible idea." Cub smiled, as he took the quill and began writing. When he handed the book back to Scar, it read:

Something must have gone wrong with the spell. I can't say what I mean, instead I'm being forced to say the opposite or something. It's not fun. This was a great idea, though.

Also, I have a headache. Do you have any ice?

"Oh. Ok. That makes sense." Scar smiled at Cub, as he went over to his ender chest to get some ice to relieve Cub's headache. Cub took it with a quiet nod. "Do you have any idea how we can fix this?" Scar asked.

"Yeah, absolutely." Cub nodded. Scar took a second to parse and translate in his head, and then muttered quietly to himself:

"Great. Just great."

To be continued...

I hope you all liked it, it's kind of an old story idea (for reference, Pi left the RP Café, where it came from, in 2019), so I'm interested to see how it holds up.

Azin, out.