Hermitcraft Nonsense

Tattoo AU - Our Trio's Down To Two

No I have never watched the Lion King but yes the title is a reference to one of the lines/songs in there

Grian took the a few days of being quiet to learn how to use his wings before showing them off to the other hermits. Ability wise, there really wasn't anything to them. They were huge, magnificent wings, simple as that. Learning how to live and work with the addition of two limbs on his back was the tricky part. He couldn't lay on his back without discomfort- thankfully he didn't sleep on his back or he would forever be sleep deprived. Despite their size, Grian found that he could awkwardly fold them just enough to fit in one-block holes and doorways still, and every time he did he got more used to controlling them so that they actually responded to what he was trying to tell them to do.

Then there was actually flying. Grian had found that the first time he had flown in the storm was purely on instinct, so now that he was actually trying to fly he needed to learn how. After clearing his inventory and jumping off a dirt pillar on the first floor of his base and dying to fall damage a few times, he finally figured that taking off wasn't too different than taking off with elytra- he just needed to pump his wings at the right moment as he was in that weightless state between rising and falling. After taking off it was fairly easy and basically just going with the flow. He dipped and swooped around his base, circling the tower and laughing his head off at the feeling of the wind in his hair and no assistance in defying gravity but himself.

Now it was day four, and Grian felt comfortable enough to show off his tattoo to the other Architechs without making a fool of himself. He quickly hopped and with a powerful single flap was off the ground, and continued to gain altitude until he was through the hole in the roof of his base he had installed (while flying himself, he was very impressed he could build while in midair!)

He stopped and looked at the view from what seemed to be on top of the world. The cliffs inhabited by TFC were off to the side, the great statue of Hermity guarding the shopping district, and off in the hazy distance was Mumbo's Death Star base. Grian tilted his wings to rotate him, still a little wobbly on the small turns but not enough to fall out of the air, and with a hesitant sigh started on the journey to the redstoner's base.

What will Mumbo think? He's got to be happy for me, right? I'm not tattoo-less anymore, I'm one of them! It's not really technical like Iskall's or Mumbo's, but when have I ever been technical anyway? We're still Architechs. I'm the builder, Mumbo is full redstone, Iskall is both but ever since ORIGIN has only been doing redstone and grindy building but that's fine... I'm the builder here. I'm important.

The strawberry blonde pushed those insecure thoughts he had been having for a while out of his mind as he landed on the top of Mumbo's base where all the wide supports met. He glanced down through the clouded glass, looking for movement from one of his closest friends. But scanning the pathways of the storage system and the decorative micro-biomes, there was no sign of the mustached man up here.

"Maybe he texted somewhere telling me where he could be..."

Grian fished out his phone and went to the Hermitcraft group chats. Nothing in general, nothing in the shopping district, nothing in redstone assistance...

He normally tells people where he's going to be if he's going anywhere for a really long time... So then he's got to be around somewhere. Hm...

Grian realized with a sinking feeling that he had the Architechs group chat muted. There had been so much redstone talk that never applied to Grian but he couldn't tell them to move to one of the redstone talk chats because of spoilers for their plans. He had given up trying to unmute it or at least check in to see if there was actually something he could be helpful with because it was always redstone, redstone, slime, radioactivity, redstone, spoon moment, and redstone.