#gemthoel

Grian experienced kinetic energy while trying to escape Smallishbeans

Gem's communicator buzzed and she giggled. Bloodthirsty Joel was at it again. She turned and dumped a bunch of andesite into a chest, brushing sweat-damp hair over her shoulder. The sun was bright and hot. Not the best day for building a bridge, but she had work to do. Maybe she'd indulge herself a dip in the river later.

Grian was slain by Ethoslab

Grian drowned while trying to escape Smallishbeans

Oh my god, both of them? She laughed out loud, shaking her head. Nobody else was online, unfortunately, otherwise there'd be a lot of ribbing in the chat.

Grian was blown up by Smallishbeans

GeminiTay: you okay over there champ

Ethoslab: stay out of this Gem

Grian hit the ground too hard while trying to escape Ethoslab

Grian was slain by Smallishbeans

GeminiTay: what, you afraid of a little competition?

Smallishbeans: don't worry princess we're coming to visit you next

A thrill ran up her spine. Joel and Etho loved to jump scare her with some surprise sexy times, but rarely together and never before so hopped up on bloodlust.

What had gotten into them today? Maybe they weren't coming to fuck, maybe they just wanted to fight. Well. Sometimes they did that as foreplay, so maybe both.

She decided gearing up a bit might be a good idea.

Grian was doomed to fall by Smallishbeans

Grian was speared by Ethoslab

Grian: I'm not respawning until you dicks leave

Gem cocked a brow, waiting for some kind of response, but there was none. The two remaining dots on her locator bar were getting bigger, though.

That thrill, again. God, she loved being chased. Hunted. Maybe she wouldn't gear up. Armor would just slow her down, anyway.

She looked around at the bridge, half textured, the underside pretty bare but there were lots of nooks and crannies to duck around in. Windows, spires to jump behind. Yeah, if they were going to come mess with her, she'd make them work for it.

One side of the bridge was just cobble, a thin walkway with no railing, and unfortunately they wouldn't be coming from that direction. Being able to snipe them off from the safer end would have been ideal, but she would work with what she had. She climbed up behind one of the pillars a few blocks away from the mouth of the bridge, above a window on the lower side she could swing down into.

She crouched behind it, making herself invisible on the locator bar.

She heard their voices before their steps.

"Geeemmmmm," Etho called, in that sweet teasing way of his. It took all of her willpower not to call back, their version of Marco Polo.

"Come out come out, princess," Joel yelled, and oh he sounded absolutely feral, making Gem's thighs press together. They were in some kinda mood.

Their footfalls echoed closer, without the clunk of armor. Had they slaughtered Grian so many times without armor? Or dropped everything on their way over? She wanted to peek so badly but that would give up her spot.

"Come and play Gem," Etho said as the footsteps changed tone, hitting the stone of the bridge.

She readied her stance to swing under as they strode closer, a casual pace as if they were just taking a stroll.

"We just wanna have a lil' chat," Joel sang, and she couldn't resist a peek. She knew she shouldn't. But she did.

It may have been her movement, but it also may have been the gasp that left her throat at the sight of them. Smirking. Eyes locked on hers immediately.

Both of them covered in blood.

Etho leaned on his spear, so chill with one boot crossed behind the other, netherite edge sucking up the sunlight all the way to the tip that he twirled back and forth on the stone. Joel stood next to him, a wide stance, diamond sword slung over his shoulders, one hand on each side as if he were using it to cool his neck, the blade glittering around the crimson sluicing all over it.

And they were both completely splattered, clothes stained, droplets on their faces, hands still shining wet. The sound that came out of Gem's mouth was fucking embarrassing, something between a mewl and a moan and a whimper, a Venn diagram of pathetic need as her libido reacted to these absolute animals.

"Hi," Etho said simply, and she leapt.