Word Count : 1072
Warnings : Mentions of past torture, war, ptsd,
Basically this Random Shot is Grian linking up the peices of behavior and actions from some of his friends that helps him piece together that there was another civil war before he came to the hermitcraft server.
When Grian first came the hermitcraft server in its sixth season, the people he met were proper and well behaved, they had manors, rules and had good fun. Simple right? Well during season six Grian started so much chaos. From the Prank Wars, to Civil War to Demise.
All the Hermits after the Civil War had said that season six was one of more intense seasons they've had. And that got Grian thinking- they've had more intense seasons than this one?
The first thought that Grian had was that- the hermitcraft server in the past was a huge Gladiator arena, where the Hermits would fight each other. That idea was quickly debunked.
The second thought was- some kind of outbreak went out, or glitch that bugged everything out and the Hermits had to deal with that. That was also debunked with Grian watched Xisuma work on the servers code. He saw nothing that was removed or banned or switched.
Finally the third thought was- Sometime in the past, the Hermits had another civil war.
Grian immediately stopped pacing in his base. That was the most logical and it made the most sense. Grian thought for a moment, training his mind back on some of his closets friends, Iskall and Mumbo.
Iskall was very passionate person on the G-Team. He spoke true speeches and he knew how to fight seemingly the best out of everyone on G-Team. His skills were able to compete with Pvp masters like Doc, Wels and False.
Then there was Mumbo. The mole, the double agent. He was more or less an open book, pretty much anyone could read what he was thinking. How he managed to pull through torture and interrogations? Grian wasn't entirely sure.
With that, Grian pulled up chat.
Grian : Hey MJ, you free?
Mumbo Jumbo : Yeah bro for awhile, I'm just at my base if you wanna come over.
Grian : Cool, I'm gonna come over now.
Grian closed chat then adjusted his elytra before taking off towards Mumbo's base.
Hovering overhead of his neighbors base, Grian could see Mumbo walking around, seemingly with a list in his hands.
Gliding down, Grian landed down in his neighbors base. "Sup Mumbo!"
The taller hermit turned and faced the shorter one. He offered a smile. "Hey G. What's up?"
Grian simply shrugged. "Nothing much." He took note of the list in Mumbo's hand. "Whatcha ya doin?"
Mumbo looked at the list. "Ah! I'm getting ready to go End Busting with Iskall soon. I just wanna make sure that I have everything ready."
"Cool." Grian said, plopping down on the floor. He carefully watched Mumbo continue to check everything off his list. Everything seemed perfectly normal with Mumbo. Or perfectly normal as Mumbo could get. Grian silently sighed before something caught his eye.
"Is Mumbo trembling?" Grian internally questioned.
Upon closer inspection, Grian confirmed this. Both of Mumbo's hands were shaking. It was small but it was noticable to a watchful eye.
Grian cleared his throat. "Mumbo, are you cold?" He asked, trying to see if he could converse the subject out of his friend.
The taller male blinked, before turning his head to Grian. "Huh? What makes you ask that question? I'm not cold."
The shorter man pointed at his hands. "Your hands shaking. I thought you were cold."
Mumbo took a second and looked at his hands, stuttering with words till he could actually form a proper sentence. "Oh I-I didn't... I didn't notice."
Grian took his cue and stood up, walking over to his friend. "Mumbo are you ok? People don't shake when they aren't cold. Are you tired?" He questioned, pushing ever so slightly more.
"No! No I'm fine! I got enough sleep, I've eaten enough!" Mumbo offered a smile, putting the list back into his inventory so both hands were free. He put one hand to the side of his head as the other continued to oddly tremble, tensing and relaxing on it's own.
"Is he evening noticing what his hand is doing? Involuntary shaking equals a possible tremor. Tremors are caused due to high anxiety or by doing drugs or having too much caffeine or having to much mercury in the body. Mumbo doesn't do drugs, he doesn't drink caffeine. No mercury. He does have anxiety. Is he anxious around me?" Grian continued to mentally process everything in seconds. He then took hold of both Mumbo's hands, firmly holding into them in his much smaller ones. He looked his friend in the eye. "Mumbo, you know you can tell me anything right? I'm your friend, I'm not going to judge you."
Mumbo blinked, locking eyes with Grian. He smiled. "I know, and I appreciate that really I do. It's nice to know that some people still have your back, even if they didn't in the past." Mumbo's hands did not cease in their shaking, but it did become ever more obvious as Grian had hold of his friends hands.
"Odd choice of words. It's nice to know that some people still have your back, even if they didn't in the past? Past. Meaning back further than season six. The display of passion in a war effort from Iskall, the unwavering loyalty from Mumbo even in the face of interrogation. That's signs of experience. Experience equals past events, past events equals another war." Grian took a breath before pulling his friend into a hug. "Good. Just... don't forget it. Ok? Or I'll drag you into therapy."
Mumbo laughed at the comment, accepting Grian's hug and returning it to him. "I won't dude, I promise."
The two stayed in the hug for awhile until the sounds of firework rockets was audible. Signaling to them that Iskall was coming up quick.
After Mumbo left with Iskall to go End Busting, Grian turned back to his base. Pondering on all the information that he gathered. "Another previous civil War? I wonder what that War was about?" Grian thought curiously.
Pondering on the question for a little while longer, Grian then shrugged and let the question float to the back of his mind. "Another mystery for another day."