Book Two Chapter Forty Three: Dual Mod Initiate

Book Two Chapter Forty Three: Dual Mod Initiate

Qube was so busy trying to concentrate on appearing focused that she almost missed when the group stopped. Jolting to attention, she tried to look like she had been alert and present the entire time.

The sight in front of her was vaguely familiar. There were several backpacks lying around, a Save Point, and a blackened cave entrance

This was where they had fought those Bandits, all that time ago.

Do you think the bears respawned? the Chosen One asked Qube. Qube frowned as she tried to figure out what respawning was.

I shouldnt think so, she replied. Respawning was probably just having more spawn. While Qube didnt know how animals spawned twins/children in the wild, without a Mage to help out, she had to assume that there was some method. Given the Bear Mage had potentially been a Mage itself, it may have taken care of spawning its own offspring, but it had seemed pretty determined to leave and find its Bandit owners last time Qube had seen it.

Eh, lets check it out anyway, the Chosen One said, dismissing Scaley-Waley, then passing his hand through the Save Point.

That was when everything went strange.

The Save Point, normally peacefully floating in the air, expanded, flaring off bright blue light for a second as everything went sideways. The world warped around Qube and, for an instant, innumerable numbers flashed around her, the same as when shed been dreaming, or electrocuted. Time seemed to collapse in on itself, before everything snapped back to normal.

Then the world pulse again, driving Qube to her knees as the numbers nearly seared themselves into her vision: every item, movement, moment calculated and accounted for. She covered her eyes, but it made no difference; the world continued to burn.

As fast as it had started it was over, only the dancing afterlights of the numbers every time Qube blinked proving it had ever happened. Looking at the Save Point, she gasped.

The Chosen One was gone. In his place, standing next to the blue sphere of power, were two familiar figures.

Warwick? Qube asked, squinting as her eyesight adjusted back to reality. And Ruth? Their names felt strange, like she wasnt used to them, even though she was looking at two people she had known her entire life.

It was the Wizard and Rogue from her home village. The two Potential Chosen Ones who had never realised their Potential to become Chosen. Two people who were looking around, like they were seeing everything for the first time.

Her letter to Alderman must have worked! They must have finished rebuilding the village (much faster than the Wood Elves in the Forbidden Forest, Qube mentally added) and decided to teleport to the Chosen One and join in on their adventures!

Where are the others? she asked, almost tripping over her own tongue in excitement. Did the Chosen One go back to get them? She rushed towards them, throwing out her arms to hug both at the same time, only to have two of her oldest friends step back, away from her.

Whats wrong? Qube asked. Had she really changed so much in her adventures? Did they not recognise her after shed grown so strong? Could they not actually see her? Did the Evil Emperors curse affect them too? Can you see me? Its me, Qube! From the village!

Hey, Qube, Ruth said, with an unconvincing smile.

Something was wrong.

I told you this was a bad idea, Warwick said, looking at Ruth.

They were wrong.

Do you have any idea how difficult it was just to mod this so that two of us could be here at the same time? Ruth snapped at the Wizard. Especially without accidentally messing with any of this? she waved her hand around, indicating the party as a whole. You want me to take on the workload of designing two new player-capable avatars from scratch? Invent something that eliminates the need for sleep!

You didnt have to come with me! Warwick said.

What was going on?

Shes my creation; Im not letting anyone else do this! Ruth snapped back.

This was totally foreign to Qubes memories of the pair. The strange way they were talking where she understood almost every word they used, but the sentences barely made any sense it was like they were different people.

No. Not people.

And you can call me Alex, not-Warwick said, smoothing over the awkwardness.

While Qubes mind was spinning with theories of name-based power, her companions had also been thinking.

What was the name of the other Dev we spoke to? Definitely Bad Guy asked, deftly leaving out the part where the previous Dev had dismissed everyone except Qube.

Alex and Bianca exchanged a speaking look.

Dont worry about them, Alex said, stepping aside and gesturing for the group to follow him as he drifted to the other side of the cave entrance. Only Sexy Screamy Spider Lady, pinned in place by Biancas attention, remained still. Something about the way Alex easily separated them out, creating a small bubble of privacy for Sexy Screamy Spider Lady and the other Dev spoke to Qube of experience with leading others, sharply contrasting the rough commands given by the previous Dev to control the group.

Now, Im sure you have questions for us, Alex said, smiling at Qube and the others. From everything Ive heard, youre one for asking questions. Qube went bright red, then dead white as she realised that the Chosen One must have been telling the Devs not only about her actions and answers, but probably about her personality as well.

It was a heady thought, the Chosen Saviour of All discussing your personality with the beings who made everything in existence. As Qube tried to absorb this, and figure out what was safe to ask, Definitely Bad Guy broke in.

There are several questions I would like answered, he said. His tone, normally superior in a way that the Chosen One called insufferably smug, was surprisingly meek.

The Alex Devs lips twitched downwards for a split second before he once again smiled. Of course, he replied, with perhaps a touch less enthusiasm than before. For some reason, this made Sewer Bard cough, almost like he was trying to conceal laughter.

I believe we all have questions, the Bard added. To Qubes surprise, the Dev didnt seem particularly excited about talking to Sewer Bard, either, his smile becoming slightly grim.

Why had they come to talk to them, then seem reluctant to actually talk to half of them? He hadnt even greeted Squiggles, who remained fixed to her place behind Qubes legs.

Very well, the Alex Dev said to the two men. Lets see what you two are made of.

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Meanwhile, a short distance away from the main group, Qube could still hear everything being said by the Bianca Dev. She swivelled between the two women and three men, trying to listen to both conversations at once.

So, we heard about you refusing to turn back into a wood elf, Bianca said with a lack of delicacy that seemed characteristic of her.

Sexy Screamy Spider Lady didnt instantly respond. After a moment, she glanced up, meeting Qubes eyes, before looking at the Dev.

You said she was your creation. Now, who were you referring to with that? the Hunter asked, focusing intently on the Dev.

You, of course, Bianca replied. I helped design all of you, but I made your model all by myself. Both models. The Bianca blinked. That means you as an elf and a spider.

Sexy Screamy Spider Lady frowned with all her faces.

You designed my spider form? she asked. That wasnt part of the Dryad Queens curse?

Bianca bit her bottom lip, an unexpected display of uncertainty from an all-powerful being.

Yes, it was, but I also designed it, she said, which didnt clarify anything. And chose how it would integrate with things.

Youre clearly a powerful woman, Sexy Screamy Spider Lady purred, how can it be that one such as yourself would be unable to turn me back into a wood elf without running the risk of damaging my memories?

I dont control that, Bianca replied shortly. She chewed on a fingertip, then stopped and looked at her finger like shed never seen it before. That tastes weird, she remarked, to no one in particular. Anyway! she refocused. I made you, but I dont make the rules. Its like the difference between making a child, and making the laws of the land. That aint my wheelhouse.

Then whose is it? Sexy Screamy Spider Lady asked. Bianca jabbed her thumb over her shoulder, in the direction of the other group.

Alex is the one in charge, she said grimly. But you, she said, staring at Sexy Screamy Spider Lady, you are my baby.