Watching and Listening - An Empires SMP AU

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           "False!" Jimena chirped, walking into the tinkerer's house. "I'm going to go see Jimmy! False?" There came a muffled sound from False's bedroom and Jimena knocked cautiously on the door. "False? Are you okay? Can I come in?" "Yes." Came the hoarse reply from the other side. Jimena fiddled with the lock and then opened the door.

           False looked like a mess. She was lying flat on her bed with a nauseous expression on her face and staring blankly on the ceiling. Jimena carefully wandered around a small pool of vomit on the floor to sit on the bed. "False, are you okay?" "No." False muttered. "I got one of those migraines." Jimena made a face. "Don't worry; I'm used to them." False said, waving her away.

           "You literally threw up, unless that was Ginny." Jimena said, gesturing at the sickly pool of orangish yellow. Ginny, from her perch on the bedside table, hissed indignantly at the girl for accusing her of being capable to ever do such a nasty thing. "Sorry, Ginny," Jimena said. Ginny made a comical huffy noise but stayed calm.

            Then False held her head and squeezed her eyes tightly shut. And then she leaned of the side of her bed and threw up again. Ginny leapt back with a hiss and Jimena concernedly came forward. "False, this doesn't look like you're used to this." "I am used to the migraines, but the world spinning around and my head disagreeing with me along with the migraines isn't something I'm used to." False said in an explanatory tone.

           "False, maybe you need to see a doctor." Jimena suggested. "There's this hermit named Cub who might-" "No hermits." False interrupted with a steely tone. "I don't like those hermits." "Okay, uh, I'll fine someone from the other empires, then." Jimena said, inching away. "No, I don't need a doctor." False protested. "This happened before; it'll just go away-"

           "This happened before and you didn't tell me?!" Jimena asked. "Well, it didn't seem like anything that bad at the time," False reflected, trying to think back to that day. But then her mind swirled and her memories flickered and False gave up trying to make sense of the mess. "But anyway, I don't need a doctor."

            "I'm getting you a doctor anyway." Jimena said flatly, maneuvering around the puddles of what Jimena now knew to be False's unfortunate breakfast of scrambled eggs to head back out the door. "No, Jimena, the only thing you're getting dor me today is a mop for the vomit." False said, sitting up. Then she squeezed her head in what was most probably another severe headache.

           "Okay, I'll get a mop, but after that I'm going to see Sheriff Jimmy and have him find a doctor for you." Jimena said firmly. And before False could stop her she walked stubbornly out the door.

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           Jimmy worked on his railway with Scar by his side, chatting about the meeting. And Jimmy managed to get a hermit account of grand architect False, who was apparently a clone and had always been. All that lore just made him confused, though. He had no idea what to think.

           He and False had become allies,  friends too, after that rough start at the dinner. But both had moved last it by now and we're on nice terms. But what kind of terms were they on now? Jimmy now knew some things about her that False would have probably wanted kept private, and according to the meeting she was a desensitized murderer and serial killer. But they traded with each other constantly and liked each other's presence. Or at least they did. Jimmy wasn't sure about how they felt about each other now.

            He was so distracted by his thoughts that he didn't notice what Scar was trying to tell him until the scarred hermit literally poked him with his shovel. "Ow! Oh, Scar, did you say anything?" Jimmy asked, finally snapping to attention and rubbing his sore arm. He was pretty sure that it was going to bruise.