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“So you’re from another world and your friends are magic.” Jamie said.
“Yeah, that's the gist of it.” She and Simon stared at him. Mumbo started to feel uncomfortable. “...Do you have any redstone?”
Jamie blinked. “What’s redstone?”
Another thing different about this server. Just great. “Nevermind. Do you have anything to make a machine out of?”
“Do I- no! You can’t just change the subject! You came from another world! That’s insane!”
“Well, I’d really like to get my friends back, so I have to build a teleporter.”
Simon’s eyebrows seemed to shoot through the roof. “You can build a teleporter?”
“I think so. I just have to remember how to do it.” It had been a while since he had to build something like that. Mumbo had left that life behind when he joined Hermitcraft. He went through a mental list of everything he needed, hoping he hadn’t forgotten anything.
“...How is that even possible?” Jamie’s voice was soft.
“Oh, it’s quite simple actually. You just have to build a machine so strong that it puts a temporary glitch in the code of the universe, allowing you to activate another machine that takes advantage of that glitch and pulls the intended target to your location, no matter where they are, in any dimension.” He paused. “It doesn’t work if they are in another server, though. You’d need a completely different machine for that.”
“Hold on. Code? Server!? Like in a video game?” She had the most sceptical look on her face that Mumbo thought he had ever seen.
“What’s a video game?”
They looked blankly at each other. She shook her head. “You know what? Nevermind. Just- what do you need to build it?”
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Xisuma eyed the person sitting across from him. The tag on her shirt labelled her as Dr. Hernandez. They had dragged him into a room with only a table and two chairs. A small device was sitting between them. He had been informed that it would record their conversation.
“Could you tell me your name?”
“Xisuma Void. Just X for short.”
She raised an eyebrow. “Could you spell that for me?”
Instead of answering, he leaned forward. “Where are my Hermits?”
“They’re safe.”
“Good.” If they touched a single hair, fur, or feather on them he would blow this place to smithereens. He didn’t like using his void-given abilities around the Hermits, as they were very explosive, but the Hermits weren’t here right now. He assumed they were in their cells. He had asked the guards repeatedly to see them, but they never let him. If he didn’t see them soon, he would blast open any doors in his way until he found them. He hesitated, then said “X-i-s-u-m-a.”
“Thank you.” She looked down at her clipboard. “Could you please take off your helmet?”
“No.”
“Why not?”
Xisuma wondered if he should tell her. He decided that he should. It would only hurt him if they tried taking it off themselves. “The air here is too thick for me to breathe. The helmet filters the air so it’s thinner.”
“Why can’t you breathe the air here?”
“...I’m a voidwalker.”
“And what are voidwalkers?” Her face was like stone. He couldn’t tell what she was thinking.
“People native to the Void.” He could already tell that this was going to be a long conversation.