Hermitcraft Nonsense

Tattoo AU- Just For Once

Grian stood up, squaring his shoulders and marching to the stairs, one beat of his wings sending him to the top.

"Grian?! Where are you going?" Scar cried in a panic, him and Cub racing after the winged man.

"I'm going to get the other hermits."

"Why? They won't listen," Cub stated.

"They will." Grian's voice was so firm he himself almost believed it. "I'll make them listen. They've let you suffer long enough! They've made it worse! And Evil X is still out there, holding the most powerful tattoo on the server, and we haven't done anything?!"

He was yelling, infuriated by this revelation and the urge to do something about it, finally. He knew what he was going to do- get Mumbo and Iskall- no, Xisuma! Get Xisuma to call a server meeting, and sit every single hermit down and tell them the truth. If they won't listen to Cub and Scar themselves, they'll HAVE to listen to Grian, he's a friend of both sides! And he'll convince them all that Cub and Scar were never the bad guys, and that Evil X is to blame again, and then together they will help the ConCorp duo and give them lots of hugs and get their true powers back and take down the hacker and his pseudo god once and for all!

It made so much sense in Grian's head. So simple, so straightforward. Why hadn't this happened earlier?

Cub was shaking his head. "Grian, we tried to tell the other hermits. But as soon as we did, they got scared. I nearly killed someone, with my powers, they're not going to listen to the villains!"

"You're not the villains, though," Grian's voice was soft now. "You guys are my friends."

That silenced the two. Grian gave them one last strong look and a smile before stepping back and out the ConCorp Country Club entrance before turning around and leaping into the air. From there he started toward the main island, before remembering the Nether portal and wheeling back around to go the much shorter route. One trip through the halfway-built map hub and he was standing in the portal to Xisuma's bass in the ocean.

"Xisumavoid! Where are you? We need to talk!"

"Just a moment!" came the reply almost immediately, faint and muffled but still a response. Grian tapped his foot impatiently. Finally the server admin came out of a tunnel in the wall of the massive pit lined with prismarine.

"Hey, Grian, how can I- woah! You have wings now!" He laughed-exclaimed. "Is that what you wanted to talk to me about?"

"Nope. My tattoo doesn't matter right now," Grian brushed that topic to the side.

"Tattoo? Congrats! What then-"

"I know what happened to Cub and Scar and I want to call a meeting to tell everyone."

Xisuma's cheerful face immediately faded. "...have you been talking to them or something? Cub and Scar shouldn't be trusted. They're liars and dangerous with their tattoos and—"

"You don't know them! They told me what really happened and it makes sense! So much more sense than everything you told me!" Grian immediately yelled. He was angry that everyone so easily believed that Cub and Scar weren't good people.

"Have you seen their powers? They're dangerous," X repeated slowly, almost as if trying to talk to a child. Grian narrowed his eyes.

"Your powers are dangerous in the hands of Evil Xisuma, but I haven't seen you try to condemn him for intentionally hurting us with your tattoo."

Xisuma flinched at that, before pausing.

"Wait. How do you know that? Evil X stole my tattoo and then went off the grid. I haven't even been able to find him with my normal console."