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Mumbo spent the next several months in a daze, dreaming of a purple cloak and a white mask. When he had asked Stress and Iskall about the God, they had shaken their heads, saying they had never seen or heard of a God matching that description.

"Why don't you ask one of the primaries?" Stress asked one day as she and Mumbo worked on completing the blueprints for a new machine they called 'a phonograph'.

Mumbo felt his palms start to sweat at her words and he quickly shook his head.

"I don't want to bother them"

"They aren't going to be angry with you or anything if that's what you're worried about" Stress said, nudging him gently. "I've never even seen Xisuma and Cub have an argument, and of all the Gods you would think that Life and Death would have the most disagreements"

"Yes but... look it's not important. I really don't care that much" Mumbo lied.

Stress scoffed.

"You are a horrible liar. Even if your face didn't turn red every time you lied-" Mumbo bowed his head "-you've been asking about this God for almost a year. What did he say that had you so enraptured?"

"I mean... nothing really. He just... wasn't polite. He didn't make me feel uncomfortable by pretending to like me. In fact he seemed to not like me at all!"

"And... you liked that?" Stress asked scrunching up her face in confusion.

"No! No I just - I want him to like me" Mumbo clamped his jaw shut before he could say I like his smile and I want to see it again.

He finished the details of the machine with a flick of his pencil.

"I think this should work. Once it has been on the ground for a couple decades people should start to use this sound technology for other things and hopefully it will naturally evolve on its own without us having to interfere"

"Great!" Stress exclaimed, forgetting the subject of the masked God in her excitement. "I can send them down then if you're ready"

"How do you want to do that?" Mumbo asked.

"Well... we could go about it a few different ways" she said, tapping her chin with her forefinger. "The easiest way is just to send the plans down with a lower level immortal"

Mumbo shook his head. He could still remember his years as a young immortal before his ascension. It was quite annoying to have the God's dirty work thrust onto him.

"I'll take it down myself. Find someone with the redstone skills to make this and relay the information"

"Why go through all that trouble?" Stress inquired.

"Don't you ever go down to the surface?" He asked, taken aback.

"Well yeah, every couple decades to make sure everything is in order" she said, a bit defensively. "But I never take down my work updates. Can you imagine how often I'd have to go down if I had to hand deliver every single Mozart opera and Brahms symphony? Gods that would be annoying"

I'm sure it's just as annoying for the immortals who have to do it Mumbo thought, but he nodded understandingly.

"Still, I'd prefer to do it myself"

Stress shrugged.

"To each their own I guess"

Unfurling her pale pink wings, preparing to leave.

"Remember, your wings will recede once your feet touch the ground and make sure no one sees you using your power. Also, take care of your corporeal body, and if you get it damaged, make sure to come back up as quickly as possible. The longer you stay down there the harder it will be to removed any scars you acquire"

She looked him up and down.

"You actually should be dressed ok for the time. What is it, like 1820 something down there? I think those suits are still normal for males"

She gave him a small wave as she took off, whistling a cheerful tune to herself.

Mumbo sighed and reentered his palace, admiring the white jade door frame that he had spent weeks on. He hadn't been to the surface since his ascension as he had been far too busy, and he was curious to see how things had changed. It had been a while since his plans for locomotives had been sent down and he had heard through the grapevine that the humans had started calling them 'trains'.

He hummed tonelessly under his breath as he took one last look at the blueprints, making sure he had memorized them correctly. Splaying out his scarlet wings, he took a shaky breath before allowing his feet to sink through the clouds. He felt his stomach drop as he began to pick up speed and he flapped like crazy, trying not to crash unnecessarily. Thank gods the humans couldn't see him until his wings retracted, because he was sure with the way he was flailing around he looked like an idiot.

After a very shaky landing behind a giant rock where he definitely did not fall thank you very much, he felt a strange sense of pressure between his shoulder blades as his wings retracted into his skin. Mumbo shivered at the sensation.

The thought occurred that he had absolutely no idea where he had landed. How idiotic! He smacked a hand to his forehead and winced. He had completely forgotten that corporeal bodies had pain receptors.

Ok, ok. Take a step back and take a deep breath.

Once he had re-centered himself, he glanced out from around the large boulder. There seemed to be a grain field to his left with a road leading out of it. To the right of the grain field was a small cottage.

This must be someone's home

He bit back his nerves as he made his way to the front door. Hopefully his method of communication with the humans was still relatively within the realm of normalcy.

After a few knocks, a skinny woman with a sour face answered. She looked him up and down with a queer expression.

Mumbo bowed.

"Good day madam. Might I inquire about where the closest town is?"

"Wotsit to you ay?" She snapped. Her voice was very odd. Mumbo had never heard anything like it.

"Um, I apologize for the intrusion. I just seemed to have gotten turned around and-"

"Yeah yeah" she cut him off, clearly anxious to get him off her property. "Follow this road 'ere. It'll take you to Hermitville"

"Oh thank you madam you really have been-"

He was cut off as the door was slammed in his face.

Well. People have certainly gotten ruder.

He followed the road she mentioned and after a few hours of walking he saw a cozy looking town off in the distance.

Finally!

After another half hour he was in the thick of the bustling crowd, being jostled between couples with fancy hats, children chasing each other, and men looking rushed on their way to work.

He felt eyes on him and some kids playing nearby even gawked, whispering to each other behind their dirty hands.

What was wrong? Yes his suit seemed a bit dated compared to what these men wore, but how much time could really have passed? He self consciously tugged at his tailcoat.

Just then he heard a shout from behind him.

"Hey mister!"

Surely they aren't talking to me?

"You! With the old clothes!"

Oh. Perhaps they are.

Mumbo turned and saw a man dressed in a rather casual suit running to catch up. His suit matched the brown of his hair and beard, and a measuring tape was looped around his neck.

"Good day" Mumbo said, bowing.

The man looked at him in confusion.

"What are you bowing for? I'm not the Queen for gods sake"

Oh. Mumbo felt his face flush a bit as he straightened up.

"What are you wearing?" The man continued, walking around Mumbo to see his outfit from all sides. "It isn't the 20s anymore. I didn't even know anyone still owned breeches"

Mumbo looked down at his legs. His pants were cropped just below the knee and smooth white stockings continued from under their hem down to his feet.

"Oh. I-I didn't realize I was so behind the times"

The man looked incredulous for a second before a look of determination took over his features.

"Not to worry! I am the best tailor in town and I will give you a very good price for a fitting and a new set of clothes. Will you indulge me sir?"

How could he refuse? He didn't want people staring at him like this any longer. It was getting quite uncomfortable.

Mumbo nodded and was instantly dragged away by the man into a shop with a sign that read "Ren's Suit Emporium".

He spent the next hour or so having every part of his body wrapped in the tape measure and eventually being issued into a stall to try on suit after suit. After each one, he was met with a shake of the head and a firm "not that one". Only after the seventh suit did Ren's eyes light up and he hurried Mumbo to stand on the small podium so he could pin the size corrections that needed to be made.

Mumbo allowed himself to be poked and prodded, only enduring it so he could talk to the man and gain more knowledge about the current world. Turns out it was not the 1820s anymore, it was 1876. He was in Hermitville which, according to Ren, was the greatest place on earth.

"How can you not know where you are?" Ren asked, fiddling with the sleeves.

"Oh, ah-" Mumbo had not come up with an excuse for the strange questions. "I erm took a very bad fall recently and bumped my head. I couldn't remember where I was when I woke up"

"Well that doesn't sound-"

"Ren!" The bell on the door jingled as someone walked in. "I have the delivery for you"

"Oh wonderful" Ren sighed in relief walking behind Mumbo to take the assumed package from the man.

Mumbo tried to crane his neck around to see.

"Oi! You! Don't move! You'll knock out the pins!" Ren barked over his shoulder.

Mumbo rolled his eyes to himself but turned back to face the cracked mirror.

"This certainly is a big order Ren. What's the occasion?"

"A client down south" Ren said, his voice oozing with smugness and excitement. "If I impress them I'll be this much closer to moving over to the shopping district on the main island"

"Oooh. How fancy"

Something about the sarcastic tone of that voice was very familiar but Mumbo couldn't quite place his finger on it.

"Laugh all you want but I'm planning on getting out of here. Getting a client over in the rich lands is the next step" Ren replied with a huff.

The other man chuckled.

"Don't be so sensitive" he said. "I'm sure you will make it there. Clara will be overjoyed to see you"

"Ah my Clara. I miss her everyday"

Mumbo could see this conversation going on for a while, so he coughed lightly into his arm, just loud enough to draw the attention back to him.

"Oh sorry Mr. Mumbo" Ren said. He turned back to the door quickly. "I'll pay you in a minute, we're almost done here" he muttered before walking back. "Just one more pin and then I can have the suit ready for you in two hours"

Mumbo nodded his thanks.

"Mumbo huh?" The man by the door asked. Mumbo had the sneaking suspicion that the man was smirking.

"Yes" he replied resolutely. "Is there anything wrong with my name?"

"No, no, of course not" the man said. This was really bothering Mumbo now. Where had he heard this voice before? "It's just not a name you hear everyday. The kind of name that you'll remember forever if you hear it once"

"I... suppose"

"There you go!" Ren said, stepping back to admire his work. "Go ahead and take that off, and then I'll ring you up"

Mumbo got out of the suit as carefully as possible, not wanted to spoil Ren's hard work. He changed back into his old clothes before exiting the dressing room.

Ren was counting out diamonds for a man Mumbo presumed was the one who had brought Ren's package. He couldn't see the man's face. His back was turned and he was wearing a dark brown cloak with the hood up.

He moved aside so Mumbo could pay, keeping his back to him.

"25 diamonds for you sir" Ren said with a wide greedy smile.

The man in the cloak snorted out a laugh and Ren narrowed his eyes at him while Mumbo searched his pockets.

"Ah. I don't seem to have brought any money" Mumbo voiced, the realization making him want to smack his face again.

"I'll cover it" the man in the cloak said.

"Oh you don't have-" Mumbo started turning around, but he cut himself short when the identity of the familiar man hit him like a bag of bricks. The dark brown hood of the cloak was pulled over the man's hair, and a very simple brown mask covered the top half of his face, but that smile. There was no mistaking that smile.

"Don't worry about it" the God said, pushing a gaping Mumbo aside to lay out some gems. "But that is a rip off Ren. I'll give you 10 tops"

"20"

"You either sell the suit you just spend an hour on for 10 or you don't sell it at all"

There was no room in his voice for argument. Ren visibly clenched his jaw before rolling his eyes and holding out his hand.

"Fine then just give me the damn money and get out of here"

The God gave him the gems with a smirk on his lips before turning back around to Mumbo.

"Will you let me treat you to a cup of tea sir?"

Mumbo just nodded dumbly. How was it him?

"Then follow me"

Ah! I know this is kind of a weird ending but it was getting too long and it's 3:30am and I need to sleep!
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