Ask Herobrene and Steffen stuff

Steve didn’t answer. He couldn’t. His mind was far too out of it to say anything. He clutched his head as an image clarified. It was... a mirror. Through that mirror he saw himself, but not himself. The reflection looked back in the same shock Steve felt. Then the mirror broke. It’s shattered pieces tearing through him and leaving shards of the reflection all over the place. All over him. The reflection and him were indistinguishable.

“You can... track his health?” Circuit tilted his head. “Didn’t remember that was something you could do. Is it because you drank his blood? I think he’s probably fine. My bet would be he’s on his way now.” Circuit sat down and paused. He bit his lip, “but uh... you think you could show me how that works? Call me curious to a fault, heh.”

"Vell I don't pay attention to zat stuff most of ze time. I'm just a little vorried about him so I bring it up." She shrugged, "Vonce I bite somevone, I can keep track of zeir health for a vile. It's meant more for if jou turn somevone jou can tell if zey get in trouble but I can still feel his health a little."

“Well then, how is he? I’d hope he’s done being a baby by now.” Circuit tilted his head. He didn’t get a bad feeling about the Steve situation. The man could generally handle himself. But... now he’s curious. And it was getting the best of him, as usual.

Snake paused for a moment, trying to pay attention to the thin connection, "He seems fine for now, it's a little low from punching trees but I tink he is okay. I don't feel any panic from him." She said, after a minute.

Circuit tilted his head, “but... you healed those wounds. There’s no reason for it to have dropped since then.” His feathers ruffled with worry. Steve... was coming back soon, right? He flipped out his phone and called him. It rang, and rang, and raaaaaaaaaang- oh! He picked up.

"Mobs tend to avoid me, so I can get him." Snake shrugged, "Ve'll be back in a little vile, I'll make sure he comes back safe und sound." She smiled behind her mouthguard, and turning to head back and find him.

The cool rain drizzled down onto the grassy plains village of Blük'n Bløk'n as the woodcutter Gearako returned from the forest with his mules that hauled his plentiful logs.

Brene sighed, “I’ll try, but I tend to forget stuff like that when I get worried.” She replied.

After the lunch time Gearako was practicing his weight lifting starting out with the quarter pound weights even though he preferred his classic two hundred pound bar bell. “You know Brene maybe I could move up to the half pound wieghts?” He asked feeling like he could even though he could barely lift the quarter pound.

“It’s not the weight you have to get used to, Gear, you need to get ahold on how to lift it. Your new arms and legs are definitely capable of picking up the heavier weights but you have to learn how to control your arms and legs again.” She replied, helping him.

Kretzky nodded and drew a circle behind the two. “Tw…Twen..Ten. Tw-en-ty!” He sounded out as he showed them the corrected math problem as the redstone helped him understand.

"Gut, Kretzky, very gut." Snake smiled, "Vat about, five plus fifteen? Vat does zat make?"

The cool rain drizzled down onto the grassy plains village of Blük'n Bløk'n as the woodcutter Gearako returned from the forest with his mules that hauled his plentiful logs.

Brene sighed, “I’ll try, but I tend to forget stuff like that when I get worried.” She replied.

After the lunch time Gearako was practicing his weight lifting starting out with the quarter pound weights even though he preferred his classic two hundred pound bar bell. “You know Brene maybe I could move up to the half pound wieghts?” He asked feeling like he could even though he could barely lift the quarter pound.

"It's not the weight you have to get used to, Gear, you need to get ahold on how to lift it. Your new arms and legs are definitely capable of picking up the heavier weights but you have to learn how to control your arms and legs again." She replied, helping him.

The cool rain drizzled down onto the grassy plains village of Blük'n Bløk'n as the woodcutter Gearako returned from the forest with his mules that hauled his plentiful logs.

Brene sighed, "I'll try, but I tend to forget stuff like that when I get worried." She replied.

The cool rain drizzled down onto the grassy plains village of Blük'n Bløk'n as the woodcutter Gearako returned from the forest with his mules that hauled his plentiful logs.

Brene ate the food, taking the offered bread, “I don’t need anything but you, to keep me happy.” She replied, kissing his cheek, “But if it worries you so much, I’ll keep eating.”

As Gearako fed Brene while she fed him he smiled and kissed her cheek, some color returning to her skin as he held her hand with his free hand. “Inlove you Brene, never forget that…” He said with a smile.

Brene chuckled, “Like I ever would. I love you too, hun.” She smiled.

“Gearako smiled and nuzzled her cheek. “Brene, you are so cute when you get some food on your face!” He said wiping off some of the food from her cheek and kissing her.

Brene giggled, kissing him back, “Thank you, Gear.”

Saldana, Cauldrana and Kretzky sat with Steff and smiled at her as they ate. "Kretzky held out something for Steff, it looked like a bent piece if metal but in the shape of a crude square ring. "Gift for…For…Snake show me…Um… It. Is a. Gift f-for…You!” Kretzky said struggling as he dripped oil from his helmet exhausted from thinking as he gave her the item, it was made from iron. “Kretzky is trying arts and crafts so we helped him but…” Saldana said as they revealed a bunch of crunched pieces if metal.

Steff blushed, taking the ring, "Thank you, Kretzky. I love it." She smiled, placing it on her finger. She chuckled, looking at the previous attempts, "Well it's the thought that counts, I really do like this little ring."

The cool rain drizzled down onto the grassy plains village of Blük'n Bløk'n as the woodcutter Gearako returned from the forest with his mules that hauled his plentiful logs.

Brene ate the food, taking the offered bread, “I don’t need anything but you, to keep me happy.” She replied, kissing his cheek, “But if it worries you so much, I’ll keep eating.”

As Gearako fed Brene while she fed him he smiled and kissed her cheek, some color returning to her skin as he held her hand with his free hand. “Inlove you Brene, never forget that…” He said with a smile.

Brene chuckled, “Like I ever would. I love you too, hun.” She smiled.

“Gearako smiled and nuzzled her cheek. "Brene, you are so cute when you get some food on your face!” He said wiping off some of the food from her cheek and kissing her.

Brene giggled, kissing him back, "Thank you, Gear."

The cool rain drizzled down onto the grassy plains village of Blük'n Bløk'n as the woodcutter Gearako returned from the forest with his mules that hauled his plentiful logs.

Brene ate the food, taking the offered bread, “I don’t need anything but you, to keep me happy.” She replied, kissing his cheek, “But if it worries you so much, I’ll keep eating.”

As Gearako fed Brene while she fed him he smiled and kissed her cheek, some color returning to her skin as he held her hand with his free hand. “Inlove you Brene, never forget that…” He said with a smile.

Brene chuckled, "Like I ever would. I love you too, hun." She smiled.

The cool rain drizzled down onto the grassy plains village of Blük'n Bløk'n as the woodcutter Gearako returned from the forest with his mules that hauled his plentiful logs.

Brene ate the food, taking the offered bread, "I don't need anything but you, to keep me happy." She replied, kissing his cheek, "But if it worries you so much, I'll keep eating."

The cool rain drizzled down onto the grassy plains village of Blük'n Bløk'n as the woodcutter Gearako returned from the forest with his mules that hauled his plentiful logs.

“Thanks Brene, I just hope I can get back to cutting wood again. Hell I may even go mining.” Gearako said as he tried to draw another square only making a strange shape instead.

Snake smirked, holding the gun comfortably and shooting every target they had set up, in the center. “Oaklamis, hun. I’ve shot a gun before.” She giggled, handing it back to him.

“Ah but this ain’t a simple flint gun, this baby was made in the West.” He said as he held Snakes hands as she gripped the pistol. “Notice the smooth grip, not too rough but just enough so this baby doesn’t fly out I’d your hand..” He said canoodling with Snake as Kretzky stood next to then eating redstone nugget loudly. “Ehh Kretz…Mind um…Eatin’ those w bit quieter?” He asked as the suit of armor nodded and ate softer, now ir sounded like grinding metal against rock powder making red sparks.

Snake nodded, “Ja, I vas here ven ze Vest became a ting.” She chuckled, handing the gun back to him.

“I like cronch.” He replied to Snake as he kept chewing like a little kid. “Um Kretz, how old are ya?” He asked as he held up a five fingers. “Wait wait hold on…You’re telling me you’re only five years old!?” He said as Kretzky nodded and dumped the rest of the redstone into his suit. “But how!?” Oaklamis asked intrigued.

Snake hummed, “I tink he vas created, not born. He must have been created at zat size, it vould make sense now, zat he has such a limited vocabulary und mathematical skills.” She said, thinking.

“Now that explains that. I thought he was well…” Oaklamis showed some exposed brain of his before covering it back up with his hat. “Kretzky not got zombie brain! Just…No had daddy teach much…” He said sitting down as he wiped the oil dripping from the eye slits of his helmet.

“Vell don’t vorry Kretzky, I can teach jou.” Snake smiled, crouching down to look at him.

Cauldrana spun the blade in her hand and lunged at Steff, aiming for her heart as Saldana watched the training. “Not bad.” She said flickering her dragon tongue.

Steff dodged, using her wooden ‘knife’ to smack her in the side. “You’re too open, defense up.” She said, getting ready for another attack.

Brene sat down with him, she hadn’t left his side since they came back and if one looked closer, they’d see a slight dullness in her eyes and a little less muscle in her arms. She wouldn’t admit it but she hadn’t eaten since their date and her worries have left her up all day and night, watching and caring for him.

Gearako noticed Brene was looking weaker so he waited till they served the food. He used allot of strength to pick up the spoon and try to feed her instead. “You need to eat Brene. Here.” Gearako said as he smiled at her.

Brene softly pushed his hand back, "Gear, you need to eat more than I do, I'll be fine." She said, taking the spoon to feed him instead.

The cool rain drizzled down onto the grassy plains village of Blük'n Bløk'n as the woodcutter Gearako returned from the forest with his mules that hauled his plentiful logs.

“Thanks Brene, I just hope I can get back to cutting wood again. Hell I may even go mining.” Gearako said as he tried to draw another square only making a strange shape instead.

Snake smirked, holding the gun comfortably and shooting every target they had set up, in the center. “Oaklamis, hun. I’ve shot a gun before.” She giggled, handing it back to him.

“Ah but this ain’t a simple flint gun, this baby was made in the West.” He said as he held Snakes hands as she gripped the pistol. “Notice the smooth grip, not too rough but just enough so this baby doesn’t fly out I’d your hand..” He said canoodling with Snake as Kretzky stood next to then eating redstone nugget loudly. “Ehh Kretz…Mind um…Eatin’ those w bit quieter?” He asked as the suit of armor nodded and ate softer, now ir sounded like grinding metal against rock powder making red sparks.

Snake nodded, “Ja, I vas here ven ze Vest became a ting.” She chuckled, handing the gun back to him.

“I like cronch.” He replied to Snake as he kept chewing like a little kid. “Um Kretz, how old are ya?” He asked as he held up a five fingers. “Wait wait hold on…You’re telling me you’re only five years old!?” He said as Kretzky nodded and dumped the rest of the redstone into his suit. “But how!?” Oaklamis asked intrigued.

Snake hummed, “I tink he vas created, not born. He must have been created at zat size, it vould make sense now, zat he has such a limited vocabulary und mathematical skills.” She said, thinking.

“Now that explains that. I thought he was well…” Oaklamis showed some exposed brain of his before covering it back up with his hat. “Kretzky not got zombie brain! Just…No had daddy teach much…” He said sitting down as he wiped the oil dripping from the eye slits of his helmet.

“Vell don’t vorry Kretzky, I can teach jou.” Snake smiled, crouching down to look at him.

Cauldrana spun the blade in her hand and lunged at Steff, aiming for her heart as Saldana watched the training. “Not bad.” She said flickering her dragon tongue.

Steff dodged, using her wooden ‘knife’ to smack her in the side. “You’re too open, defense up.” She said, getting ready for another attack.

Brene sat down with him, she hadn't left his side since they came back and if one looked closer, they'd see a slight dullness in her eyes and a little less muscle in her arms. She wouldn't admit it but she hadn't eaten since their date and her worries have left her up all day and night, watching and caring for him.

The cool rain drizzled down onto the grassy plains village of Blük'n Bløk'n as the woodcutter Gearako returned from the forest with his mules that hauled his plentiful logs.

“Thanks Brene, I just hope I can get back to cutting wood again. Hell I may even go mining.” Gearako said as he tried to draw another square only making a strange shape instead.

Snake smirked, holding the gun comfortably and shooting every target they had set up, in the center. “Oaklamis, hun. I’ve shot a gun before.” She giggled, handing it back to him.

“Ah but this ain’t a simple flint gun, this baby was made in the West.” He said as he held Snakes hands as she gripped the pistol. “Notice the smooth grip, not too rough but just enough so this baby doesn’t fly out I’d your hand..” He said canoodling with Snake as Kretzky stood next to then eating redstone nugget loudly. “Ehh Kretz…Mind um…Eatin’ those w bit quieter?” He asked as the suit of armor nodded and ate softer, now ir sounded like grinding metal against rock powder making red sparks.

Snake nodded, “Ja, I vas here ven ze Vest became a ting.” She chuckled, handing the gun back to him.

“I like cronch.” He replied to Snake as he kept chewing like a little kid. “Um Kretz, how old are ya?” He asked as he held up a five fingers. “Wait wait hold on…You’re telling me you’re only five years old!?” He said as Kretzky nodded and dumped the rest of the redstone into his suit. “But how!?” Oaklamis asked intrigued.

Snake hummed, “I tink he vas created, not born. He must have been created at zat size, it vould make sense now, zat he has such a limited vocabulary und mathematical skills.” She said, thinking.

“Now that explains that. I thought he was well…” Oaklamis showed some exposed brain of his before covering it back up with his hat. “Kretzky not got zombie brain! Just…No had daddy teach much…” He said sitting down as he wiped the oil dripping from the eye slits of his helmet.

“Vell don’t vorry Kretzky, I can teach jou.” Snake smiled, crouching down to look at him.

Cauldrana spun the blade in her hand and lunged at Steff, aiming for her heart as Saldana watched the training. “Not bad.” She said flickering her dragon tongue.

Steff dodged, using her wooden 'knife' to smack her in the side. "You're too open, defense up." She said, getting ready for another attack.

The cool rain drizzled down onto the grassy plains village of Blük'n Bløk'n as the woodcutter Gearako returned from the forest with his mules that hauled his plentiful logs.

“Thanks Brene, I just hope I can get back to cutting wood again. Hell I may even go mining.” Gearako said as he tried to draw another square only making a strange shape instead.

Snake smirked, holding the gun comfortably and shooting every target they had set up, in the center. “Oaklamis, hun. I’ve shot a gun before.” She giggled, handing it back to him.

“Ah but this ain’t a simple flint gun, this baby was made in the West.” He said as he held Snakes hands as she gripped the pistol. “Notice the smooth grip, not too rough but just enough so this baby doesn’t fly out I’d your hand..” He said canoodling with Snake as Kretzky stood next to then eating redstone nugget loudly. “Ehh Kretz…Mind um…Eatin’ those w bit quieter?” He asked as the suit of armor nodded and ate softer, now ir sounded like grinding metal against rock powder making red sparks.

Snake nodded, “Ja, I vas here ven ze Vest became a ting.” She chuckled, handing the gun back to him.

“I like cronch.” He replied to Snake as he kept chewing like a little kid. “Um Kretz, how old are ya?” He asked as he held up a five fingers. “Wait wait hold on…You’re telling me you’re only five years old!?” He said as Kretzky nodded and dumped the rest of the redstone into his suit. “But how!?” Oaklamis asked intrigued.

Snake hummed, “I tink he vas created, not born. He must have been created at zat size, it vould make sense now, zat he has such a limited vocabulary und mathematical skills.” She said, thinking.

“Now that explains that. I thought he was well…” Oaklamis showed some exposed brain of his before covering it back up with his hat. “Kretzky not got zombie brain! Just…No had daddy teach much…” He said sitting down as he wiped the oil dripping from the eye slits of his helmet.

"Vell don't vorry Kretzky, I can teach jou." Snake smiled, crouching down to look at him.

Steve didn’t answer. He couldn’t. His mind was far too out of it to say anything. He clutched his head as an image clarified. It was... a mirror. Through that mirror he saw himself, but not himself. The reflection looked back in the same shock Steve felt. Then the mirror broke. It’s shattered pieces tearing through him and leaving shards of the reflection all over the place. All over him. The reflection and him were indistinguishable.

“You can... track his health?” Circuit tilted his head. “Didn’t remember that was something you could do. Is it because you drank his blood? I think he’s probably fine. My bet would be he’s on his way now.” Circuit sat down and paused. He bit his lip, “but uh... you think you could show me how that works? Call me curious to a fault, heh.”

"Vell I don't pay attention to zat stuff most of ze time. I'm just a little vorried about him so I bring it up." She shrugged, "Vonce I bite somevone, I can keep track of zeir health for a vile. It's meant more for if jou turn somevone jou can tell if zey get in trouble but I can still feel his health a little."

“Well then, how is he? I’d hope he’s done being a baby by now.” Circuit tilted his head. He didn’t get a bad feeling about the Steve situation. The man could generally handle himself. But... now he’s curious. And it was getting the best of him, as usual.

Snake paused for a moment, trying to pay attention to the thin connection, "He seems fine for now, it's a little low from punching trees but I tink he is okay. I don't feel any panic from him." She said, after a minute.

The cool rain drizzled down onto the grassy plains village of Blük'n Bløk'n as the woodcutter Gearako returned from the forest with his mules that hauled his plentiful logs.

“Thanks Brene, I just hope I can get back to cutting wood again. Hell I may even go mining.” Gearako said as he tried to draw another square only making a strange shape instead.

Snake smirked, holding the gun comfortably and shooting every target they had set up, in the center. “Oaklamis, hun. I’ve shot a gun before.” She giggled, handing it back to him.

“Ah but this ain’t a simple flint gun, this baby was made in the West.” He said as he held Snakes hands as she gripped the pistol. “Notice the smooth grip, not too rough but just enough so this baby doesn’t fly out I’d your hand..” He said canoodling with Snake as Kretzky stood next to then eating redstone nugget loudly. “Ehh Kretz…Mind um…Eatin’ those w bit quieter?” He asked as the suit of armor nodded and ate softer, now ir sounded like grinding metal against rock powder making red sparks.

Snake nodded, “Ja, I vas here ven ze Vest became a ting.” She chuckled, handing the gun back to him.

“I like cronch.” He replied to Snake as he kept chewing like a little kid. “Um Kretz, how old are ya?” He asked as he held up a five fingers. “Wait wait hold on…You’re telling me you’re only five years old!?” He said as Kretzky nodded and dumped the rest of the redstone into his suit. “But how!?” Oaklamis asked intrigued.

Snake hummed, "I tink he vas created, not born. He must have been created at zat size, it vould make sense now, zat he has such a limited vocabulary und mathematical skills." She said, thinking.

The cool rain drizzled down onto the grassy plains village of Blük'n Bløk'n as the woodcutter Gearako returned from the forest with his mules that hauled his plentiful logs.

“Thanks Brene, I just hope I can get back to cutting wood again. Hell I may even go mining.” Gearako said as he tried to draw another square only making a strange shape instead.

Snake smirked, holding the gun comfortably and shooting every target they had set up, in the center. “Oaklamis, hun. I’ve shot a gun before.” She giggled, handing it back to him.

“Ah but this ain’t a simple flint gun, this baby was made in the West.” He said as he held Snakes hands as she gripped the pistol. “Notice the smooth grip, not too rough but just enough so this baby doesn’t fly out I’d your hand..” He said canoodling with Snake as Kretzky stood next to then eating redstone nugget loudly. “Ehh Kretz…Mind um…Eatin’ those w bit quieter?” He asked as the suit of armor nodded and ate softer, now ir sounded like grinding metal against rock powder making red sparks.

Snake nodded, "Ja, I vas here ven ze Vest became a ting." She chuckled, handing the gun back to him.

The cool rain drizzled down onto the grassy plains village of Blük'n Bløk'n as the woodcutter Gearako returned from the forest with his mules that hauled his plentiful logs.

“Thanks Brene, I just hope I can get back to cutting wood again. Hell I may even go mining.” Gearako said as he tried to draw another square only making a strange shape instead.

Snake smirked, holding the gun comfortably and shooting every target they had set up, in the center. "Oaklamis, hun. I've shot a gun before." She giggled, handing it back to him.