“Man that thing looks pissed”
Agreement.
Joshua stares at the Creeper on the other side of the fence. In the game, it's just a walking green bastard that kept leaving holes outside his base.
But here? It's a whole lot more intimidating.
In the game, a Creeper is about 2 blocks tall, which transtes to a fucking staggering 6'6ft tall.
Joshua isn't the brick shithouse that Minecraft Steve is, his sedentary lifestyle left him rather skinny, and thanks to his dad's genes carrying him from the manlet phenotype at being just over 6’1, Joshua finds himself really gd he built the fence.
It's like a stalk, weirdly pnt-like with vein-like roots green coiling together like it's holding its form in pce. Four small nubs for legs, with an uncanny bulbous head. Its “face” is set with bck indents into a permanent scowl.
Due to the wards, it can't get close to the fence. It continuously walks into, gets hurt, and then backs off from the warded perimeter, just to do it again and again.
Creepers are… stupid? Good to know.
“Oooooo pretty!” Gabriel coos out as she brushes past Joshua’s leg.
It's very much not pretty.
“Hello sir! What's your name?”
Gabriel prances over, Joshua doesn't even register it until she's right up at the fence.
“Gabriel!”
His grasp just misses her, fortunately a pink aura grips the back of Gabriel's suit and starts dragging her back. Before he can thank Jophiel, the Creeper starts growing.
*Hisssss*
“Oh FUCK!”
“PO-” He sees a fsh of pink, like stained gss going over his eyes. Then-
*BOOOOOOOM*
…
[IonoZone: Joshua? What happened?! Are you okay?!]
[What in the name of Arceus was that?!]
[Why did it blow up???]
[StevenStoneOffical: Curious. I don't recognize this creature, a pnt type that uses Explosion? Nevertheless, I am gd you are okay, my unfortunate friend]
“It's not a Pokemon, Steven”
Joshua takes a bite of an apple, wincing at the slight tingling sensation of his body reforming.
Jophiel's barrier managed to take the brunt of the explosion, even more was negated by his armor, but it still left his arm with burns.
Poor girl looks exhausted, unlike her refined and ever efficient precision of her telekinesis, she had to resort to just pouring a shit ton of psychic energy into a crudely made barrier.
She unwraps the bandages he had in his inventory, wrapping them over his arm in a slow, controlled pace, but even he can tell the slight instability in her control.
Bandages, or gauze if you're feeling fancy, give a very minor regeneration effect when crafted through his UI. It's actually slower than his saturation-based regeneration he has with his “Minecraft body”, but it stabilizes the wound and stops bleeding entirely once applied, and it stacks with his normal regeneration.
Nice.
There is a mild painkiller effect, also nice.
“It's a Creeper, the second worst mob in this shitty world”
[What does it do?]
Joshua gestures at the now rather rge hole in his front yard, and the noticeable breach in his fence. It couldn't get close enough to do serious damage, but it still destroyed a few crosses.
“That"
He can't help but feel a bit annoyed, not only did a part of the fence was destroyed, some of the crosses were destroyed and even the fucking ground will need fixing. All things he should fix right now because it is nearing nightfall.
Which he can't even do right now because not only is his arm being fixed, but now there's a cloud of super-anthrax camping the damage.
So now they are just sitting in wait (a good distance away) until Gabriel's suit fixes itself and removes the pink cloud that's currently doing more damage to the fence.
Fucking Pink Horse.
He feels something impact his thigh, startling him out of his thoughts. Looking down, dark purple eyes meet his for a moment as his companion ys her head along his p, letting out a long sigh of exhaustion.
Joshua smiles.
“Thanks for not letting me get blown up, love”
She only chuffs tiredly. While not considering himself to be particurly well versed in telepathy, he widens their link and tries to transmit his appreciation to her, running his fingers through her soapy-colored mane.
He only gets a small nudge back, a light knock of acknowledgement and an even lighter, lingering feeling of affection.
“Everyone say thank you to Jophiel, chat. Your little dancing monkey didn't bite the bullet thanks to her” He chuckles.
He moves his chat window in front of Jophiel so she can see the scrolling messages. She only raises an eyebrow at him before turning a mild focus on it.
Despite not being able to read the messages that well from his angle, the slight smile rising on the unicorn's lips makes him proud.
Chat understood the assignment.
Honestly, it's a little weird seeing a… tame chat. The Pokemon world must be much more tame compared to his own, it kinda reminds of very early internet livestreams, back before it went to shit.
After a handful of minutes, he sees the hazmat suit jump up and nd on its hooves, seemingly repaired.
“Looks like Gabriel's back up”
Agreement.
“Still want a gun?”
Agreement.
…
9:04PM
He has fixed the fense and set up the crosses a bit further from the perimeter.
Jophiel is prancing in pce, still tired but obviously her violently American spirit keeps her awake when in the presence of a firearm.
He knows exactly which one to get. With her telekinesis it's almost unfair how easy of a choice this is.
[S&M 460XVR REVOLVER (0/6)]
It took a diamond, but he doesn't care.
Almost as soon as the recipe was completed and the rge silver revolver appeared in his hand, it was immediately snatched up by Jophiel.
A noise between a neigh and a squeal escapes her as she inspects the thing with practically glowing excitement.
“An American's closest friends. Smith and Wesson…” Joshua mutters to himself as he uses the gunpowder to create rounds for it.
“Ooooo Joey! What's that?” He hears Gabriel's voice chirp out behind him.
And then six rapid clicks.
And then the psychic equivalent of annoyed grumbling.
“Oh wow guess I'm teaching a unicorn gun safety”
