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Main Character: Scar

Warnings: None actually. Here's a calm before some more storm!

Spoilers: Well, sorta refers to previous episodes of 3rd Life, no worse than the previous chapters

Summary: After seeing what goes down, Scar brings the group of ghosts together to devise a plan on how to help Grian, Bdubs, and Cleo. (Aka, the part of me that really likes hurt-comfort and was trying to entertain the idea.)

Some of the ghosts stayed behind as everyone started to leave the world. Cleo left after Grian took his fall, assuming nothing was happening afterwards. Skizzleman, Joel, Bigb, and Solidarity followed suit. Most of the people left were hermits. Grian's location was unknown, but the server claimed he was still on.

<GoodTimeWithScar> Don't close the server just yet. We're still hanging out

Grian didn't respond, but Scar assumed he received the message.

Scar took the authoritative ways of a mayor and had all the other members round up.

"Let's get the elephant out of the way, why don't we gentleman," Ren said with a mixture of both his regular accent and Scottish one.

"Which one?" Etho asked.

"All we have on Cleo and Bdubs is that they're probably upset with each other because of a communication issue," Impulse said.

"Probably something pretty stupid," Tango said lightly, having seen some of their arguments.

"Didn't sound like it was all in good fun, though. Usually it's about nothing, but if Cleo totally doesn't care about him anymore..." Impulse trailed off.

"Must've been a lot to get the two separated," Martyn stated. "I would have tried to do something to divide them myself, but they were committed together in their cause. Whatever it was couldn't be good."

"Mhm," his boss said in agreeance.

"And what about Grian? What was that about?" Martyn asked.

"That's really why we're here," Scar said, trying to gain an authoritative voice. "I wasn't expecting that of all things."

"Better question is what are we going to do about it? Season 8's going to start up soon and all Grian's going to see is Bdubs and Cleo fighting," Impulse said. "If he's already on about things failing, he's only going to see problems."

"Bdubs just has to accept the fact that he's small and we're not going to stop bugging him about it," Etho said, smirking. He got a glare from a few of the members. "Fine. I'll talk to him. Although I'm not sure if he'll want to talk with me after me blowing up his crastle."

"Is there anything me or Martyn can help with?" Scott said, probably noticing that what would go be done to help Grian or Bdubs and Cleo would be done through the clique of hermits.

"Hunt him out," Scar said, using his most threatening voice, which wasn't very much so since the game was over. "Plus ten RP to whoever finds him!" A few people lightly laughed at it.

Scott, Martyn, Ren, and Tango went to hunt him out (even though no one really wanted reputation in his books anymore).

<GoodTimeWithScar> whispers to Grian: Where are you G? Can you meet up somewhere?

<Grian> whispers to GoodTimeWithScar: Down in the bunker

<GoodTimeWithScar> whispers to Grian: See you there

"I've got his location."

"I'll go ahead and get everyone back." Impulse grabbed out his communicator.

"Whisper the message to them, but ask that they don't follow us. I don't think we should all head out there just yet," Scar said. "

"Is it possible to get some of the other hermits on here?" Etho fiddled around with his settings on the communicator. "I could probably hack the system if not."

"We could get Tango to help out too. I'll put that in his message as well."

In just a few minutes, the four were back, and Scar was making his way with Scott to the bunker. "You still here, G?"

"Yep!" He acted as though nothing off had happened, just fiddling around with a tnt minecart (although it was harder to do as a ghost).

"Congrats on the win!" Scott said.

"Thanks, but I couldn't have done it without you guys." He gave a smile, although it looked to be a bit sad.

"We'll have to do this again," Scott went on.

"Next time we won't go for dark oak, though. Maybe to mix it up, we go for diamonds. We'd be the most powerful people on the server!"

"And Jimmy and I could provide you with an unlimited stock of pizzas, both fresh and leftover!"

"For friend points, I assume?"

"Yes. That way I will be the one to create the alliances instead of letting Jimmy get us on bad sides with everyone."

Grian seemed to be listening, although in his own world. He continued to mess around the minecart, trying his best to keep it from exploding even if there were no more deaths to be had.

"We will do this again, right Grian?"

"I'll have to think about it. It took a lot of setting up to have it playable. I don't want problems with the proximity chat messing up again."

It was a very basic excuse, Scar knew.

"Would we have new members?" Scott asked.

"May want to leave the group short, but if Bdubs and Cleo won't be sticking together, then we may want someone else to take their spots."

"You heard about that?" Scar asked.

"I saw what the chat said." Scar felt a notification come in and assumed it was just a group one when Grian got his communicator out. "Speak of the devil...

"What are some of the hermits doing here—not to mention, how'd they even manage to get on?" He looked up at Scar, who tried his best to look confused. "Scar, why are they here?"

He looked down at his communicator.

<Xisumavoid> joined the game

<MumboJumbo> joined the game

Their names were in green, and with some messing around with commands, the two were teleported to Grian, Scar, and Scott. And in an instant, the three ghosts were brought into survival.

"How'd you—"

"I helped a few of your members get us on here," Xisuma explained.

There was a short silence. Xisuma filled the void, "And they told me what they knew. The only thing I'm disappointed with about you is that you didn't say anything." Xisuma was the type of person who had genuine concern for people, which was the reason why Scar knew it'd be necessary to have him come here.

"Sorry." Grian looked at the sandstone floor, everyone else's gaze on him or Xisuma.

"We're all real proud of you, bro." Mumbo sat to Grian's left. "You're becoming more of a spoon than I for thinking otherwise."

"Yeah—this game has been a compilation of spoon moments for me, hasn't it?" Both Mumbo and Scar flinched at the joke, seeing right through to exactly what he meant. "Congratulations, Mumbo," he said in a sort of gameshow host voice, "you're not the stupidest person on Hermitcraft anymore."

"HEY—"

"What? It's true."

"Don't worry, I won't steal the title of most deaths from you anymore," Scar reassured him. "I also won. Meaning you can have one trophy in life... even if it is just a participation one."

So what, Scar was distracting them from the real problem they came for? It was a lot easier making people laugh than it was to face those sorts of problems, and he knew their admin wouldn't let problems go on for too long.

But it seemed that the reminder of a participation trophy didn't help Grian much. And everyone else quickly caught on. "We won, G. Fair and square. Maybe I boosted you up a little, but I couldn't have done it without tnt, given to us by your creeper farm."

"And even if the desert explosion wasn't effective," Scott said, "it sure did scare them off for a bit and made this place look so much more threatening when I battled Ren and Martyn here. Really all that matters is the aesthetic."

"We could have teamed up—we could've gotten the award for most and best terraformed area!" Scar exclaimed. "Next season. You and me. I'm much better of a builder than Jimmy."

"OKAY—even though it's true doesn't make it not rude. Never, and I mean NEVER, insult him like that again."

The two continued "arguing", which turned into banter, which turned into light conversation of a future season of this game.

While all this went down, Scar was left to assume that X and Mumbo had everything under control with Grian. He was quickly proven wrong when he realized the attention was on him and Scott.

"Petition to have Scar and Scott randomly teleported near each other next time?" Mumbo suggested.

"We'll do."

Even if they didn't clear up the problem completely, at least everything seemed fine for now. And with the potential of a second season, Scar felt he had completed his goal fairly effectively.