I Didn't Say In The Post But This Is Lost Au Xisuma. He's A Lost, Fixed Hermit.
I didn't say in the post but this is Lost au Xisuma. He's a lost, fixed hermit.
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Imagine Grian eating like. Super spicy food all the time. Extra hot sauce, stuff loaded with peppers, just straight up peppers.
And because this is Hermitcraft, other hermits try to one-up Grian by eating more and spicier things in front of him. But while Cub is shoving his face into a bucket of milk, Xisuma is gasping and crying on the ground, and Scar is stripping down and jumping into a cold ocean, Grian is just sitting there with a smug grin chomping down on ghost peppers like they're candy.
It becomes a game among the hermits to try to find a pepper or a sauce that will make Grian react. Doc's "Spice Hybrid Inovation Technology" initiative has produced peppers that can't even be measured on the Scoville scale.
But Grian? Never once do his eyes even tear up. His cheeks never turn even the subtle shade of pink.
One day during a meeting, Bdubs looses it. He starts screaming at Grian demanding to know what trick Grian has up his sleeve, what sabotage he's doing to their efforts to find something spicy enough to make him sweat.
But during Bdubs' tirade, Pearl burst out laughing. They all turn to her and accuse her of being in on the conspiracy. Once she finally calms down, she simply says,
"What? It's not my fault you guys didn't know."
"Didn't know what!" Bdubs demands.
And for some of them it clicks. Their are groans and facepalms throughout the group, but just as many confused looks.
Grian takes a sip from his bottle of Atomic Destruction. His face finally cracks, but this time its because he's the one bursting into laughter now.
"Hello?" Pearl says and points at Grian’s wings. "Parrot hybrid?"
Through the tears of his laughter, Grian finally comes clean.
"Birds can't taste capsaicin."
Pirates! (2)
sad?
A man wash up to the shore, unconsciously.
He woke up on the beach hearing others fixing what had broke during the storm.
Someone noticed him, because he ran to him to help.
The washed up man fell back unconscious Â
The next thing he knew us that he woke up on a soft bed, in a room made of wood and stone, a table with a glass of water and a plate of sausage rolls.
The brunette sat up on the bed of red.
'Grian loves red,' the man though.
The door opens and a man comes in.
"Ah! You're awake. How ar' ya feeling?" The blond man said as he closes the door, "hope you had a restful sleep."
"I did. Thanks. Uh I'm Ca- Scar. GoodTimeWithScar," he said, " and you are?"
"My name's Martin Woods, " Martin introduced himself, " eat. Scott didn't make these for nuthing."
Scar proceeds to eat the Sausage rolls and Martin sat down-
"MARTIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNN !!!!!!! TELL SCOTT NOT TO GET ONA SHIIIIIPPP!!!" Screamed someone.
Martin sighs " sorry I'll go check that. You enjoy and spare clothes are in the closet over there," and so he left.
Scar sat there alone.
'ItS your fault.' came a voice.
"What?" The man asked.
'YoU abandoned Us. I'm Dead Because oF yOu.' the voice said.
"No I-" his breathing quickened. " I - I didn't-"
Someone stood in the doorway.
"GrIan?" Scar's voice broke (not an l but an capital i).
The person walked to the scarred face man who broke down crying. The blond canary man took Scar in his arms and comforted him.
"Shhhh it's okay. You're here. Nothing's wrong. Follow my voice," the person said,"Â no one is dead."
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Stress walked out of the room with Doc. All of the survivors awake. Or at least 4 of them one overseas.
"I'm sorry," the medic told them, " we couldn't get his heart beat back."
The three of them shocked about the news impulse went and hugged the other two.
"He.. he can't. N-no not yet," Pearl muttered ", not my captain."
Pearl broke down crying and so did mumbo, Impulse cried too, but not so much.
Xisuma told the medics to prepare the body for a land burial and went to Bdubs to prepare to change course.
An hour passed, Pearl and Mumbo fell asleep. Impulse told Bdubs the cords for Grian's home land. And so the went home.
The trip took a week on sea. They anchored the ship and the Hermitcrew loaded the bay up. Xisuma went with the three survivors.
"He lives up on that mountain with others," Pearl told him.
They walked out of the town on the path to the forest and to the gates at the mountain foot.
Impulse took a key from under a rock at the gate and unlocked the gate.
The four of them got through and up hill they went. Near the top there's a house, a garden, a some sort of elevator and a girl on a chair with paints and a canvas.
" Uh hello?" Impulse said unsure of himself.
"Hello! Oh hi auntie Pearls!" The girl looked at them and went straight to Pearl, " where's dad?"
Then it clicked to the men. Grian had a kid.
"He's not coming back, Cherry," Pearl broke the news.
"He is coming back. He promised... Auntie," Cherry's voice broke as she started crying, in her aunt's arms.
Xisuma noticed that the girl is young. About 11 or 12 years old. Her hair is black like Mumbo's but she has freckles like the ones Grian had.
"We have his body on the ship. If you'd like we can bury him," Xisuma informed the young one.
"A-at the garden," was all she said.
Pearl took her inside and Xisuma walked back to the ship with Impulse.
(Next chapter has the funeral.) - Kriss
Tnt. He's baking tnt

what's he baking?