*Spawns on the server, detecting Herobrine he goes straight to him*
“Hello sir, I came to see how you were doing… Woah that hole is huge, are you alright?”
The rainwater impacted the entity as it poured down from the massed clouds, but he was not damp, nor even the least bit wet. In fact, if someone were to touch him, the slightly oppressive heat radiating off him would have deterred any continued attempts at doing so. It was not that he burned, but was simply warm, warm enough to put someone off balance. The cold water did not dampen his powers too much, but the effect was noticeable enough, giving him the impression that he was somehow walking on his toes.
His eyes, normally bright enough to simply indicate his true nature, flared up briefly when he felt the sudden intrusion that snaked through the lines of code. He relaxed, however, when the identity of the intruder registered - it was simply Michael. The odd one that professed to be a servant or an emissary of sorts, from another Herobrine. But how much of that was true? Sometimes consulting the patterns of the world with Michael present gave results for him to ponder on…
But the servant was not the main issue currently, though he was arguably a complication now. The main issue, the crater, and its cause (or causes - jumping to logic was hazardous, though the entity had a firm idea of who, or what did it) would have been much easier to deal with had Michael not shown up, but even then it would have been rather tough to settle without foreign influence. The last time such a situation occurred was not pleasant.
He ignored the other’s concern and paced around the crater, surveying the damage. It was extensive, but it did not blow the bedrock and totally wipe out the caverns beneath the topsoil. Something to be thankful for, perhaps, with less work needed to be put in.
“I…am.” he said at last. “Taken aback, partly, but otherwise…”
He waved a hand at the devastation. “Everything needs to be worked back, but with the damage it won’t be the same.”
The last few words were muttered under his breath, turning into frozen venom as he spat them out. “Nice calling card…friend.”