#hermitcrat6

Iskall had just arrived for an Architech meeting, when he got there he saw Mumbo and Grian standing there. Both of them in suits with their hands behind their back, frowning. He'd never seen them looking so serious and it scared him, how on earth did Grian look so scary? He gulped and landed in front of them, hand on the back of his neck. "H-hey guys..." Mumbo sighed and glanced at Grian who stepped forwards and put a hand on Iskalls back. "Iskall. I want you to take a look around at Sahara, what colours do you see?"

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"Uhh..." He looked over at the sea of white, grey and unsaturated teal. He listed these colours to the duo and they nodded grimly, Mumbo gestured to himself and Grian. "And what colours do we wear?" Iskall looked at the two of them, he looked at Grians ruby red suit and Mumbo's little crimson tie. "...mostly red..?" He gulped out of reflex when Grian chuckled darkly, the shadows hiding the blondes eyes from view. "Well done Iskall, now I only have one more itsie-bitise question for you..." He stepped back into the sunlight and cracked a smirk. "...what colours are you wearing?"

Iskall took a step back, he was utterly freaked out at this point. He looked down at this own suit and his heart sank, he looked up at them with his eyes wide. "B-bright...bright green..." He stared at them as Mumbo quietly excused himself to stand behind the lawn centre piece. Grians eyes sparkled and he gave a slightly off pitch laugh, taking another step towards Iskall and grabbing him by the tie. "Well you know what we have to do don't you?" He pulled Iskall closer and whispered in his ear. "We're gonna have to paint you red aren't we~?" Iskall squeaked in pure terror and broke free of the smaller males grasp, backing away and tripping up. He landing on his ass and instinctively went to shield his face, shuddering. "D-Do-!"

Suddenly Grian broke into a fit of laughter as Mumbo came from behind the A, chuckling. "I think you were a bit to hard on him there Grian, look at him, he's terrified." He ravenette helped Iskall back up with a smile, seemingly proud of himself. "Was I scary though Iskall? Grian's been giving me acting lessons." He stated proudly, glancing at Grian with a smile. Iskall glared at them, a little smile riding on his face. "I hate you guys..." He chuckled and grabbed Grian in a headlock, ruffling his hair. "You scared the hell out of me you little bastard! And yeah Mumbo, you were a little scary too." He chuckled at Mumbo's smile at that as Grian tried to escape the headlock. "Iemmie go!" He squeaked and squirmed in an attempt to escape the swedes grasp, Iskall chuckle and dropped him. "Should have though about that before scaring me like that idiot!" He grinned at Grian as the blonde pouted at him.

Mumbo patted Iskall on the back and adjusted his tie for him. "There is a reason we asked you to come though Iskall, not just so Grian can make you wet yourself." The duo chuckled as Grian hopped back over. "Oh yeah! We weren't joking about the colour stuff, you do need a better suit." Iskall looked down at his suit and shrugged, he quite liked his suit but he understood where they were coming from. He sighed and nodded. "Fine, where do we start?"

Grian giggled and grabbed his arm, pulling him inside the Sahara building. "Makeover time!!" Mumbo followed to duo, chuckling at Iskall as he was dragged along. They reached the board room and Grian let go of Iskalls arm, rumaging through a chest looking for something. "Mumbo did you bring the tv?" Mumbo nodded, pulling out an old fashioned tv set and beginning to set it up. "Yep, Stress let us borrow it for the day. I've got to give it back tomorrow though, so what're we watching?" He turned to look at Grian as the blonde pulled out a dvd with a smile. "Mary Poppins! The classic one!" He giggled and handing the disc to Mumbo then going through the chest again, pulling out some cucumber slices and face masks. "Are you ready? Hold still so I can get this on your face."

Iskall just blinked at him, sitting on a chair as Grian began to coat his fave with the green goop. "Is...is this iskallium? Are you covering my face in iskallum?" Grian hissed at him as he kept working. "Keep your face still! Yes it's slime but it's mixed with a regen' potion, I found it does wonders for the skin." Iskall raised an eyebrow and earned a glare and squeak of indignation from Grian as he coated the swedes face in the mixture. Soon enough all three of them had green faces and cucumber on their eyes, Grian had realised that the movie was redundant without the use of their eyes so he put on music instead. They all lay back and relaxed, listening to the calming music until they heard a telltale crunch. "Grian! Don't eat the cucumbers!" Mumbo removed his own cucumbers to look at the blonde as he snacked on the cucumbers that were supposed to be on his eyes. "But they're so crunchyyyyy!" Grian whined back in response, grabbing one of the spare slices. Iskall realised that the masks had dried enough to let them talk and remove his own singular cucumber slice, handing it to Grian.

"So this feels pretty weird on my face, what are we doing next?" He was rather curious as to how this would roll back around to his suit but he didn't get his answer quite yet as Grians eyes lit up excitedly. "Nail painting! Let's paint each others nails!" Mumbo raised an eyebrow, looking at his nail which were dyed red from all the redstone he used. "Ok then...what colours do you have?" Grian opened up his chest again and began digging through it. "I have red and black for you, maybe a fade? Gold for me because I'm just that classy and Iskall can have some green with a red glitter piece!" He got the bottles out as he said this, laying them out in a little line. Mumbo grabbed one and began to paint Iskalls nails for him as Grian worked on the other hand, it took them a little while as Iskall had the shakes and Mumbo kept messing up. Grian was surprisingly just as intricate at painting nails as he was at building, unlike his drawing 'skill'. Soon enough they were all done and Grian was applying pearlx powder to his nails to make them shimmer.

Next Mumbo helped Grian but his hair in rollers while Iskall gelled Mumbo's hair for him, Grian attempted to style Iskalls hair for him and found something. "Oh my lord! You've got a little ringlet Iskall!" Iskall shrugged, not really caring. "Yep, is that a bad thing?" Mumbo chuckled at Grians face and patted him on the back. "Grian, I don't think Iskall wants his hair to be all ringlets." Grian pouted them and crossed his arms. "Fine, how about we just unmatt your hair then? All you do is put gel in it, it looks like it's never seen a brush." "Or a comb." Mumbo added, passing Grian the two utensils he needed. Grian thanked him and got to work, brushing all of the knots from Iskalls hair and cutting out the more impossible matts. Iskall squirmed and squealed at the pain of the hair-pulling, not used to this feeling. "Gahh! Stop iiit! That hurt!" "Oh man up Iskall you big baby, I'm helping you out here." Grian chuckled and began using the comb, wetting it first so it would slide through the knots easier. He curled Iskalls hair down at the bottom and made it softer then it had ever been before then he gelled the top back. Iskall marveled in how much better he looked now, touching it gently. "It's so soft..." He turned to look at the other two with wide eyes and a tiny smile. "It's amazing...So soft and silky...I've never felt it so soft before..." Grian chuckles and slaps him on the back, grinning at him. "That's what happens when you brush your hair buddy." Mumbo nodded in agreement and pulled out a shirt from the chest, it was a beautiful light green, so light it was almost white. He held it out and Iskall slipped it on and let Grian do his buttons for him. The blonde hummed in thought and tilted his head whilst looking at Iskall curiously. "Mumbo..?" "Yep?" "Grab the grey one."

Mumbo pulled out a dark grey jacket and helped Iskall into it with a smile. Iskall adjusted it and looked down at it, trying to decide whether he liked it or not. Grian suddenly grabbed it and fastened it for him with a little hidden zip. "Just in case you struggle with buttons!" He giggled and bopped Iskall on the nose, the swede wrinkled his nose and glares down at the blonde. "I'm no simplton Grian." "Are you ssuuuuurree?" Iskall thumped the shorter on the head, earning a squeak and some pouting. Mumbo checked their snack situation and them left to go and get more tea and biscuits for them. Grian then rumaged through the chest once more, turning to Iskall with a smile. "What's your favorite shade of red? I'm thinking mauld wine but maybe you want something a little more muted?" Iskall blinked at him in confusion, not realising there was more then two shades of red. Grian sighed and pulled out three different bits of fabric and showed Iskall. "Purplish red, activated redstone red or deactivated redstone red?"

Iskall hummed in thought and looked over the fabric colours, he could see that there where other colours still in the box but trusted that Grian knew more about fashion then he did. "Uhmm...deactivated?" Grian nodded approvingly and grabbed the fabric skipping over to tie it around the swede's neck, tying it neatly in a little bow under his collar. He patted the bow and examined his handiwork proudly. "Well you look so much better now but you're missing something...OH! I know!" Grian rushed over to the chest for the last time and pulled out an even smaller box, rumaging through that. "Close your eyes would you Iskall?"

Iskall did as he's told and felt Grian wiping and padding something on his face then adding some other things. He felt something super soft stroke his cheeks gently and a stick scrap along the contours of his eyes and a nothing one around his lips, he squeaked at the feeling of his eyebrows being plucked and tided up. When Grian allowed him he opened his eyes to see his own face in the mirror, he didn't have a single blemish on his face and no bags under his eyes even when they were eventuated like that. His lips actually showed under his beard and he didn't look quite as much of a washed up savage. Grian suddenly began to use a little comb to tidy up Iskalls beards for him too, applying only a little gel to get the disired effect. Iskall had to say that Grian was doing a fantastic job, rather impressive for the little goblin child that couldn't even draw. He marveled at himself in the mirror once again and had to complement Grian on his skills. Iskall felt that he looked so much better and his hair felt so very soft and silky.

A glass tower stood tall in the centre of the dark forest, dwarfing all the trees in comparison. Inside the very top of the tower sat a prince, a legendary prince lost to time. He sat by the window and stared out at the storm outside as the clouds swirled from the tip of the tower roof, lightning sparking around it. He'd been sat like that for centuries, never moving, constantly taking what was rumoured to be his last breath. Many brave heroes attempted to rescue him as his crown was fabled to give power over a civilization, some aimed to win his hand whilst some merely to snatch the crown from his head. Cleo Dwrdraig was once of the latter, she and her pirate crew had stormed the tower and she'd even reached the tower itself. She'd put her hand on the door separating her from the crown she so craved when she found it to be locked. Those are her only memories of that place, or the only ones she'll tell you anyway. She's retired from the pirate life now, an undead bar keep running [insert the name of Cleo's ship here] which is her old ship run aground. She's the go to mentor for any hero aiming to take on the towers many dangers and even brave the dragons keep, she'll give advice on how to get to that little wooden door but no one ever seems to make it quite as far as she did.

The king had heard of this magic crown of legend and after hearing how close he had been to losing his throne, he soon outlawed any hero who embarked on this quest. He made it par to treason for his peoples saftey, how could they trust some genocidal stranger to rule them successfully? He didn't think they could, so he outlawed it and truly feared the day that the prince would be rescued. He did however think that if he had the crown himself then he would be even more successful in protecting his loyal subjects. So without alerting his subject, he sent criminals sentenced to death to attempt to fetch the crown for him as a way to escape their execution. Most died trying but he didn't mind, they were due for an execution anyway. That's how he found himself in the presence of a killer, a thief, a saboteur and a treasonous hero.

"Gentlemen." The king began, pacing before them with his hand behind his back. "All four of you have been sentenced to death but I fear that the gallows is too kind a death for you men, I wish to have you preform a favour for me. Maybe then I will rethink your sentence." The hero looked up at him, his red arcana eye glowed in interest. "What sort of favour milord?" He intrigued with a small tilt of the head, clearly slightly concerned. The king smiled and sat down in the throne for a moment. "Oh don't worry doctor, this is a favour you'll enjoy. You four are to retrieve the crown from the glass tower, it will be safer under my protection. I fear what would happen if it fell into the wrong hands so you lot are going to put my fears to rest and go and get it for me. Understand?" The four nodded, in varying degrees of willingness. The doctor had a small smirk resting on his face while the assassin frowned in disapproval, the thief looked hesitant but sort of excited and the poor saboteur looked like he was about to cry. The king went on to explain what weapons they would be given and how to use them, he gave them their equipment and supplies then sent them on their way. He hoped that they would succeeded but he knew that he was probably just sending them to their graves.

They'd been given a day and the training field to get used to their weapons so they would be ready for their quest and currently the thief was sparring with the doctor and the sound of crystals clashing against hard steel could be heard. The saboteur sat on the grass and fiddled with his own arcana tool in order to figure out how to use it to heal his new partners I'm crime. He was Captain Mumbo Jumbo, previously a captain in the kings army before he was found to have rigged a weapon to explode, he was of a level head and a nervous disposition. It was this nervous disposition that caused him to squeak in surprise when the assassin sat down next to him, having finished his target practice. The assassin was only known to the public as '85' but no one knew what the numbers meant but the swede introduced himself as Iskall. It was the first word he said whme he sat down. "Iskall, I'm Iskall, who are you?" Mumbo looked at him with a smiled and a nod. "Captain Mumbo Oliver Jumbo, it's a pleasure to be working with you Iskall." He smiled and put out a hand for the swede to shake, surprised when Iskall started laughing and gave him a high five. "Ex Captain you mean?" Mumbo rolled his eyes and chuckled, nodding in amusement. "I suppose you're right there, the king did rebuke my title when I was sentenced to death." He pondered for a second before adding. "Although if we succeed then I will get to keep my title so I suppose we're both right in a way." Iskall chuckled at that, nodding and sharpening his rapier. "Well then Captain, how about we spar?"

Mumbo nodded and stood, unsheathing his longsword and readying his stance. Iskall chuckled and leaped up, also preparing his stance. "Why'd you feel the need to carry such a hefty weapon then Captain? Any reasons?" Mumbo chuckled and rolled his eyes at the assassin, showing off his marvelous weapon. "Her name is Celestial Crimson, Celest for short and she's seen war and been in many more battles then any of your weapons ever have. Show her some respect." The swede burst into laughter as he lunged forward with his rapier, grinning as Mumbo parried it with ease. "You army types are so odd dude, why'd you guys name your weapons? Thats just weird." Mumbo chuckled and swiped at Iskall, manoeuvering the blade light it was as light as air. "Says the man with the glowing eye!" He called back as he dodged another lunge from Iskall, who was impressed with the brits prowess, Mumbo was clearly a huge loss for the army. The man wasn't the best at sparring, Iskall beat him three different ways, but it was clear he was an expert at tanking. A clear asset to the team and it was obvious why Mumbo had been picked for this task. The other two finished sparring and they switched partners, the thief was equally as good of a tank as the captain but could also beat him in spar easily. The doctor had his work cut out keeping Iskall down using mêlée weapons but could crush him easily with the assistance of his arcane magik.

The players:

@not-poultry-man

@canofgaycubes

And me!

The prompt:

Wings

The piece:

Wings, prompt challenge

"So call me icarus-" He muttered under his breath, zooming upwards as far as he could go. "-because I flew to far-" The angel boy reached up as far as he possibly could, stretching out his hand to grasp the sky. He felt himself burning up in the heat of the sun, his wings lit up and he began to fall. "-and fell from a hight-" he was still falling, the fire on his wings snuffing out as he did so. He smiled peacfully, closing his eyes as he fell. "-too immense to mention..." He hit the ground with a thump and felt the sparkles as he was slowly torn apart by the universe, he chuckled weakly before getting a facefull of sand.

He got to his feet and looked around spawn, there where no boats there. He smiled, his wings ached and none of the other would fly like this but he wasn't them. He stretched out his wings to their full length and rose up into the air, his powerful wings carried him back to where his items lay. He perched himself on a fence gate near them and reached out to pick them up, his heart rate was only just beginning to decline. He then proceeded to stare up the sun then grabbed his notebook and wrote down how far he'd gotten.

He had to go to the next Architechs meeting then, they were discussing Sahara's progress but he couldn't help but get distracted, the sky looked so beautiful today and he just wanted to clutch it between his fingers. He longed to hold the sky in his grasp, he needed to feel the adrenaline rushing through him again. Before the meeting was over he had leaped through the window, glass stuck between his feather as he glided upwards. He wings hadn't even began to singe when he felt a sharp pain in them, a fishing rod was stuck in it. He looked down to see Iskall pulling him down to the ground, the angel glared down at him and pulled again him. He wanted to go up and that's exactly where he was headed, even if the hook in his wing was beginning to draw blood. The tips of his feathers had just began to set alight when he realized that he couldn't feel his right wing and he began to fall, he turned to face his friends who stared up at him in horror. His wing was bleeding heavily but he didn't notice, the adrenaline was enough for him to ignore the pain as he beamed joyfully and shut his eyes tight. He hit the ground with some shrill laugher, the fizzy feeling mixing with the adrenaline and made him cry when respawning.

They tried to tell him not too when he they patched his wing up, that the pain was much deserved and he shouldn't have been flying like that. That he ruined their meeting with his reckless antics, he thought that they just didn't understand. He tried to explain but all that came from the angels mouth were chirps and tweets, he couldn't explain it at all. But when he apologized and promised not to do it again it came out in perfect english, he hated it. Their approving looks ate him up inside as he had to play along with it, even when his wings ached for the sky. He tried not to fly at all and walked everywhere so his friends didn't get annoyed at him again. The other hermits started finding feathers all around the island, he ignored it because it didn't seem like that big of a deal for him. But he soon found that he couldn't even fly, even when he tried to, when he was the only one on the island. He just fell straight to the ground and couldn't get up in the air at all. So he hid away under a bridge in the shopping district, not wanting to be found.

But he was found, by the creeperman of all people. He looked up at the green man and coward. "Leave me be..." The german sat down next to him and began to look over his wings, commenting on how everyone was worried and how the angel looked a mess. He hung his head and allowed his furry friend to clean up his feathers and pluck the ones that where causing him pain, his wings slowly stopped hurting as badly and he began feeling better. The creeperman found some strange moss growing on the angels feathers and he explained that he needed to burn it off. So a torching later the angel felt so much better, his friend encouraged him to fly and after some reassurance that no one would get angry, he found himself able to.

He soared around in the air, so very greatful to his friend for helping him out. He was overjoyed that all his other friend had finally begun to understand why he did what he did, they no longer got angry when he needed to touch the sky. His two closest friends even sometimes helped him to prune his wings, plucking the ones that caused him to ache and cleaning the rest until they shone as his kind were known for. He was proud of his wings, they showed all who gazed upon him what he was. An angel, with wings to reach the sky and eyes that shone like diamonds in the burning light of the sun as the moss on his wings was torched. As he fell, his friends often watched to make sure he was alright and once, they saw something strange. As the angel fall they all saw how the sun shone behind his head, imitating that appearance of a halo, of an angels crown. A soft whisper sounded around the island.

First clue:

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Eggs, hidden all over the garden. It was night so no one would see the freakish children that played there, they ran around the garden looking for the eggs with the biggest smiles. Poult floated around using his wings to speed himself up as he searched, Grian tried that but fell on his face most of the time. It was ok, he'd get better at flying soon. In the meanwhile the duo ran around laughing and giggling, collecting as much eggs as they could while the maids watched to make sure no one saw them. Poult won the competition but Grian didn't mind, his brother always shared his chocolate. He was good like that.

So the two sat on the grass, eating their chocolate as the sun rose. Little did they know that a mere year later they'd be sitting on the roof of kings cross doing the same thing but with fabreshe eggs instead. But for now they had no worries in their minds as the maids ushered them inside as the day began.

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Grian had been bugging his brother all month, Poult had been getting to know the hermits a little more since Christmas, hanging out with stress a lot. Grian had had an idea, he wanted to have an easter egg hunt, just like when they were small. But Poult was busy right now, he was hanging out with Stress. Grian didn't know what they did together but Poult didn't normally like the cold so why did he enjoy hanging out with the servers ice queen so much? Grian was sat in the snow waiting for his brother to exit the fortress, the blood from the cut on his arm turned some of the snow pink. He should really put a bandage on that, he'd do that later.

When Poult left the building it was clear that Stress had done his face up with makeup, why else would he have shiny gold lips and orange eyelids? Grian jamp up and went to grab his brothers arm. "Hey Poult! You know what we should do?" Poult looked at him and shrugged, fixing Grian hair for him. "I don't know but I think we need to focus on the fact that you're bleeding." He picked his twin up, much to Grians protest. He flew off back to the base, holding Grian close to his chest.

When they got back, Poult began to dig through the first aid kit. "Now what was it you wanted to say then Gri-gri?" Grian chuckled as his brother bandaged his arm, he fiddled with the strings of his hoodie. "I think we should organise an easter egg hunt, like we did when we were small. The rest of the server could play too...oh! And we should totally have it at midnight just like the good old days!" He giggled but stopped when he looked down and saw that Poult wasn't even smiling. "Those days weren't good Grian, we were just too young to notice what was going on. You were always especially oblivious, even when we were on the street you kept being overbearingly oblivious to everything. We can't do an easter egg hunt, I refuse to give anyone more reasons to mock us." He fished with the bandage and patted Grians arm, standing up and turning to walk away. Grian reached out an arm to grab his brother shirt but Poult was gone before he could react. "Poult wait...I'm sorry..."

Grian sighed and looked down at the floor, Poult was right. Grian couldn't go five minutes without fucking something up because he just doesn't understand it. He stood up and flew over to work on Sahara to get rid of his negative feelings, unfortunately both Iskall and Mumbo were there. They saw Grian placing blocks without his normal enthusiasm, shaking as he did so. They quickly approached him and Iskall took the blocks away from him as Mumbo lead him to a chair, they realised that he'd been crying and shared a concerned look. Mumbo spoke softly to him, holding Grians shoulders so he'd stop shaking. "What's wrong Grian? Can you tell us what happened?"

Grian nodded slowly, wiping away his tears. "I'm... I just...I upset Poult..." Mumbo nodded slowly and asked why, handing Grian the cub of tea that Iskall had just made. Grian took the tea and stared into it, ashamed. "I reminded him...of back when we were kids...he got angry..." Mumbo and Iskall shared another concerned glance, this time curious about what sort of past the twins actually had and why they'd have different opinions on it. "Why did it make him uncomfortable but not you? You don't have to answer if you don't want to." Grian shook his head, sighed. "He said that I'm too oblivious and shouldn't even have any good memories of our childhood because the only reason I do is because in too oblivious to notice what was really going on..." He whimpered and Mumbo pulled him into a hug, letting Grian cry into his shoulder. Iskall rubbed the blondes back gently, giving Mumbo another concerned gaze. "Is there anything we could do to make you feel any better?" Grian looked up at them, slowly nodded. "Well...I wanted to do an easter egg hunt like me and Poult did when we were small." His face lit up a little when both his friend imediently nodded at him with smiled. "Sure!" "Well I don't see why not."

Grian leaped out of his chair with a chuckle, he grinned at the duo and grabbed some eggs. "This is gonna be so fun!" He brought the eggs over to a table he set up and then ran to grab paints and brushes. He called the other hermits over and set up more hermits for them, when they arrived he sat them down with some eggs and paint. He climbed on the nearest platform, the top of the A monument and coughed to get their attention. "Hello everyone and thank you for coming to the serverwide easter egg hunt sponsored by Sahara." He winked at Iskall and Mumbo as he said this, they chuckle and nod in response. He goes back to his speech with a huge grin. "For the first portion of the event you will be split into two group, one will paint normal chicken eggs while the others will paint the chocolate eggs with edible paint. You will be supplied complementary drinks and hot crossed buns at this time." He smiled and breathed a sigh of relief at the murmurs of approval he got from the other hermits. "Then for the second part we will pull straws to find a neutral party of four to hide all of the eggs, after that everyone will go out and hunt for the hidden eggs. At the end the eggs will be counted up and the person with the most eggs will receive a grand prize, then you will all be able to keep the chocolate you found. How does this sound?"

The roar of excited hermits giving their approval was like music to Grians ears, he punched the air and flapped his wings to move over closer to the tables while staying high up. "Alright then! Let the first annual hermitcraft easter egg hunt begin...NOW!!" He yelled down at them, laughing when they reacted seconds later and rushed to grabs their eggs and paint. He landed next to Mumbo and Iskall with a smile. "What's this 'grand prize' then Grian?" Iskall asked with a smirk, Grian simply rolled his eyes and brushed it off with. "You'll see. Now go paint! I'll fetch Poult." Mumbo grabbed Grian by the shoulder just as he was about to fly off, giving him a smile and gesturing towards the table where Iskall had joined Doc, Ren and Stress. "You go paint with them, it was your idea. Don't worry, I'll go get your brother." Grian smiled and hugged his tall friend, smiling up at him. "Thank you dude, good luck trying to get him here!" He laughed and ran off to sit with his friends, grabbing some paint as he did.

Mumbo smiled and pumped a rocket, launching himself into the sky and letting himself glide down into Grians base. He looked around and opened the hidden door to the poultry cave, dropping inside. He soon found Poult sitting in bed clutching a little toy chick, the bird boy appeared to be crying. Mumbo felt bad for the guy, he aproched Poult and put a hand of his shoulder. Poult turned around and slapped Mumbo out of instinct, luckily mumbo jumped out of the way. Poult glared at him and sprung out of bed and grabbed Mumbo by the tie and glared at him. "What do you want you fucking prick?"

Mumbo was taken aback, he chuckles nervously and holds his hands up. "Hey calm down, I just wanted to tell you that Gria-" "Grian what? What's he done now? I don't get why everyone comes running to me when he fucks up, I'm his twin not his babysitter." He seemed to scoff at himself and tossed Mumbo to the floor with ease, turning around and massaging his temples. "Go ahead though I guess, shoot." Mumbo looked so worried as he landed on the cold stone floor, he gazed up at Poult in concern. "What's wrong with you? Grian came to me crying earlier and now I find you in the same position, what did you say to him. What happened to you two that's making you so upset?" He stared up at the chicken boy, eyes widening as Poult turned around and kicked him across the room. "DON'T TALK TO ME LIKE THAT!! YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT WE'VE BEEN THROUGH!! YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW HARD IT WAS FOR US LIVING ON THE STREETS FOR SO LONG! YEARS OF BEING LOCKED AWAY FROM THE REST OF THE WORLD THEN TOSSED INTO THE BUSTLING STREETS AND HAVING TO LEARN HOW TO FEND OF OURSELVES!! YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH WORK IT TOOK FOR US TO SIMPLY STAY ALIVE!!" Tears were falling from Poults eyes as he screamed at Mumbo, he was shaking with a mixture of rage and dispair. Mumbo leaped up and hugged the smaller male, rubbing circles on his back but being careful not to touch the feathers of Poult's wings. "I know, I don't understand how it felt and I don't pretend to. But I just want you to know that you don't have to bottle up your emotions like this, you have friends who care about you. We want to see both you happy and healthy. I don't ask for my own interest, I ask for yours." Mumbo broke the hug and took a step back with a kind smile. "I do have to ask though...why do you and Grian have such different memories of the past?"

Poult sighed and sat on the bed, grabbing a mirror to fix his tear stained makeup. "Well...he was just so innocent back then...he didn't understand what was going on most of the time, still doesn't sometimes. So his memories are a little sugar coated and I suppose it upsets me a little..." Mumbo nodded in encouragment and place a hand on the bird boys shoulder, Poult smiles up at him. "I'm glad though...I really don't want him to remember it all...the promises I made to him...I made so many mistakes..." Mumbo patted him on the shoulder and smiled kindly at him. "You did what you could, no one's going to judge you." Poult chuckled and finished his make-up, standing up and smiling at Mumbo. "Cheers 'stache, I apriciate it. Now what did my idiot brother do?"

Mumbo chuckled and grinned. "He's organised a server wide easter egg hunt an I told him I'd come and get you so that he can get right to painting the eggs." Poult chuckled and stood up. "Bloody dumbass, I told him not to. Anyway, come on 'stache. We don't want to keep my bro waiting now do we?" He flew off through the exit with Mumbo in tow, they landed in the Sahara courtyard and Poult looked around. Rows of tables filled with hermits working hard on their eggs and having fun, he saw Grian beaming at him and waving him over. "Poult! Hey! What took you guys so long!" Mumbo and Poult approached the table as Mumbo shrugged. "Poult had a little mishap and had to redo his makeup, no biggie." He smiled over at his new friend, Poult chuckled and smiled back. Grian blinked at them, not quite understanding but smiling anyway. "Brilliant! Well now you're here Poult, Stress has saved a few eggs for you. Go on and paint them, there's a few minutes until we pull straws." Poult nodded and sat down next to Stress who instantly smiled bright at him. "Hey Poult, oh hun did you mess up your makeup? There's little mascara steaks under your eyes, I told you to take it all off if you messed it up. Honestly, I'll fix it for you when the eggs are being hidden." "How do you know you won't be picked to hide them?" Ren asked, leaning into the conversation with a smile. Stress simply shrugged. "I don't." Poult chuckled and began to paint his eggs, taking great care on the details. Iskall noticed this and joked. "Well we can all see which twin got all the artistic talent." He gestured to Grians sad attempt at a flower compared to the little rosegarden Poult had just started. This made Poults feathers stand on end, he glared at Iskall and spoke with venom in his tone. "What are you trying to say about my brother?" Iskalls eye widen and he puts his hands up, the others on the table look at him in shock and Doc puts his arm in front of Poult. Iskall chuckles nervously and glances at Grian, hoping for assistance. "Woah dude, I was just jokeing. Just a little playing about, I didn't mean it..." Grian sighed and turned to face Poult. "Poult please...it's just a bit of banter, don't be such a bird brain." He chuckled as Poult nodded then fake gasped and clutched his chest. "Oh how dare you! My own flesh and blood! You wound me brother!" This sent Grian into hysterics but only earned a few nervous chuckles from Iskall, Ren and Doc. Mumbo and Stress chuckled quietly as this, finding it rather amusing.

After a little while the straws where drawn and Scar, Joe, Mumbo and False went off to hide the eggs. Stress introduced Poult to a little thing called make-up wipes as Grian sat excitedly babbling about how excited he was. Iskall had to make sure that Grian didn't accidentally fly off as the blonde had a habit of flapping his wings when too happy. It wasn't long before they were out searching for the eggs. Grian had just found a little purple egg in the fantasy district, he added it to his basket which was slowly filling. He ran off to find the next egg when he was suddenly tripped up and his basket snatched from him, he looked up to see Cub holding his basket and chuckling. "I'll be taking this, what? You didn't say this was against the rules and besides, isn't stealing peoples hard earned items what you're all about at Sahara? You want capitalism? Here's a taste, it doesn't natter who you hurt as long as you come out on top. That's capitalism blondie, remember that." He chuckled and began to count how many more eggs he had after stealing from Grian until he froze. "Excuse me? Just what do you think you're doing?" An angry voice came from behind him, the voice shook with rage and Cub turned around to see the source of the sound. Poult was standing there, basket full of eggs and a killer glare on his face. He put his basket on the floor and stepped towards Cub, clicking his knuckles. "Give Grian back his eggs you wanker, or else." "Or else what?" Cub answered politely, wanting to know what this little dude could possibly to to scare him. Poult simply rolled his eyes and punched Cub as hard as he could in the stomach, sending him flying. "Or else that, dickhead. Don't mess with my brother." He walked over to where Cub lay and gave him a few more choice punches before taking all of Grians eggs back and even a few of Cubs and handing them to his twin. "Here, next time kick him in yourself you prat." He chuckled as he helped Grian up, Grian smiled at him and gave him a light punch in the shoulder before flying off. "Cheers you old fool." "We're the same age you feathered fuck!"