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Remy was so cooked, he was so fucking fried.
There lays a white demon on his knees, his ponytails messy from all the flying through harsh breezes as he was sent to The Order base to spy and gather information.
One thing he forgot was to NOT use his shield from the Nether Civilization, and as Remy had just finished discussing with Nashyie; the Leader of The Order, about the missions. He accidentally equipped and offhanded his nether guard shield and Snowcluck, damn that yellow duck, of course saw and recognized it because he had also gone to the Nether Civilization previously for a mission and also had asked Remy about directions at the gate before. But didn’t recognize him when he came to The Order, but swore he saw Remy somewhere and that was confirmed by the second he saw the shield’s banner.
And unfortunately for Remy, yeaitsmeee; the former Leader of The Bandits, had also just gotten back from his mission and yeaitsmeee the professional roaster instantly insulted the fact a Nether Guard so defenseless was sent here, to gather information on the Strongest Faction in the Blitz SMP.
So that adds up to his humiliation, but as Remy still had his head lowered the whole time half-listening to their nonsense or uhm.. Lecturing, and half-zoned out by now. The Leader of The Order tucked a finger under his jaw–sheesh it's really cold.–and gently lifted his head and cocking his own to the slight side while staring and observing his pathetic little face, his stance intimidating with the harsh wind passing through those white grey-ish soft locks, his purple headband, and his low satured blue loose coat.
The white demon’s appearance was odd, Nashyie had noticed it already when they were having a civil conversation, but this Nether Guard had his other eye and mouth covered by a slightly desaturated blue colored fabric that matched with his sweater, not to mention that his sweater was a blue to purple gradient, it’s interesting really.
The Leader had a similar appearance just without the white demon-ish features; white skin, emotionless-like faces, and a color palette that had blue and purple involved to shorten the whole thing up.
Remy was feeling a little uneasy under the observing gaze of the Fox, and so his eye averted somewhere else.
As the demon had averted his pupil away, Nashyie can’t help but also notice that the eye colors were different, Remy’s eye was a slightly dark blue color while his iris was a navy blue, and his own fluffy tail subconsciously starting to wag behind himsel-
But then Nash half-snapped out of his trance, when yeaitsmeee was slightly disgusted with the way he was holding the Nether Guard.
“Ew dude, why are you staring at that chungy so much??”, despite the irritated tone, there was no bite behind it with how the Netherite-ranked Guard let out a snicker afterwards, as Snowcluck silently agreed with yeaitsmeee for once, and had placed a hand on Nashyie’s shoulder, noticing the way the Fox’s ear had responded a bit later than usual.
“Nash you good bro?” – “Wh- Yeah sorry, I don’t know-.. He just looked similar to someone I used to see a lot.” – “Bro what do you mean, lol?” – “It’s nothing, let’s just get this thing to the prison now.”, Snow was confused by that, and as the very pushy jerk he mostly was, he just backed off so Nash could move freely again since they needed to get this over with.
‘Did he just call me a thing???’, jeez Nashyie, ‘rude much.’.
And so, The Leader let go of the Nether Guard, letting the demon’s head fall forward once again because Remy wasn’t really focused.
Then yeaitsmeee, who had been standing to the side and looking around because of how boring that interaction was, stepped forward towards Remy with a grin that he couldn’t tell was either a good or a bad thing because of the former Leader’s sunglasses. And suddenly, yeaitsmeee gripped onto one of his loose ponytails, tugged hard, and dragged the white demon across the snowy surface to go back to The Order.
At some point, the Leader of The Order was catching up with them and yelling at the Netherite-ranked Guard to slow down–or to go easy on the white demon, perhaps it was the fact that Remy’s knees were lowkey starting to bruise a bit; turning a subtle shade of blue because of the harsh surface despite the snow softening the ground, he was glad that he wore thigh hig- ahem, long socks, he regretted forgetting to use his knee braces though.
But fortunately for Remy, yeaitsmeee actually listened, and instead got a hold on his chest belt but didn’t seem to like it, so he gripped the under-side of his legs, then continued to drag him across the ground again.. atleast it was less painful for him now.
While Snowcluck just elytra’d to the Obsidian prison, because he didn’t want to deal with ts.
Nashyie pressed a stone button, and opened the iron door for yeaitsmeee to go in and yeet Remy into the deep ass hole as he shrieked internally before landing without much damage because of the slime at the very bottom, but gosh his knees hurt so bad as he bounced back into the air–”Bro! Watch out chungy!!!”–Apparently the Netherite-ranked Guard didn’t bother to wait for the white demon to get out of the way as yeaitsmeee came falling down but had time to quickly equip his elytra and slightly slow his falling so he caught Remy in mid-air by tugging the demon’s tail into his embrace which got a shriek from the other as they both gently bounced off of the slime and rolled into the obsidian hallway safely because of The Order Guard’s elytra being wrapped around them.
After a few seconds of them basically cuddling on the floor with Remy dizzy in the Guard's arms, he quickly got off of the white demon, crossing his arms and his elytra ruffling behind him almost immediately the second he was standing straight back up on the obsidian ground like some tsundere.
“Hmph- Get up.”, Remy was kind of stunned when he registered that the voice that's almost childish or feminine was coming from the Former Leader of The Bandits, well he had always sounded kind of childish but–The white demon stood up either way, and then looked towards the end of the hallway, talking about the overall prison.. It’s really small but still breathable, he couldn’t say the same with the cell that was in front of him and the cell that was going to be where he’s going to stay in.
Rem’s tail swished back and forth, in a rather agitated manner as he stared at the 1 by 3 obsidian cell that was 2 blocks tall, but he was specifically staring at the glass panes–‘Tell me why, they used tinted glass panes for this.. Oh my days- my goodness I'm going to suffer for how long.??’, he then turned around and nearly stumbled into Snowcluck, yellow trimmed players are so fucking unpredictable.
Not to mention too– why did both the duck and the sunglasses guy have crowns on them? While the Leader Nashyie himself doesn’t.. Wait, why is he even worrying about that?
Remy’s literally going to be jailed! In this claustrophobia-triggering hell of a prison cell! And now he’s suddenly getting dragged by the hand by- Nashyie, he could easily recognize the abnormally cold hand as Nash’s anyways.
“Wa-” – “If you’re wondering, you’ll be serving your sentence for around three weeks.” – THREE whole weeks, for spying, okay actually he can’t really be talking as if he even is, it’s not like he understands how The Order system works much yet.
The Leader pressed another stone button, and it opened the iron trapdoor in the ground leading to the dark and tight cell, and stared expectantly at him or so he thinks because the Fox’s eyes are void-white and can’t really tell what he’s thinking from that.
yeaitsmeee was starting to get impatient, and wanted to imprison that stupidly funny-looking demon as fast as possible, “Oi get in there now or- to be honest I don’t know.” – “Or else your sentence wiilll.. Be extended? Yeah!” Snow continued for the Netherite-ranked Gurt.
“You’re kinda stupid sometimes, Ian.” – “Wh- Shut up!!” – “As if you actually want me too.” – “I- Hmph!” Nash tried to be serious and hold back his laughter but still laughed at his now grumpy tsundere friend.
“Oh my goshh bro, Nash bro, can we lowkey continue after the Nether Guard is in the jail?” – “Right.. Pardon me, Snowcluck.” – “Stop tryna be fancy bro.”
And so, Nashyie turned back towards Remy, and held down the stone button again to allow the demon to get inside of the cell.
Remy looked down into the hole, hesitating for a second before taking a deep breath and slowly lowering himself into the trapdoor because atleast he wasn’t going to get quickdropped and banned off of the server.
Once he was finally in, the iron trapdoor instantly closed above him, but the gaps still allowed more clearer light to be emitted inside of his cell because the tinted glass panes don’t allow much light through, not sure where the light was coming from because it was fully obsidian in this blob of a prison.
And so, Nashyie got down the stairs to go back to his Commander and his Guard, they all instantly went back to cracking shitty jokes that made them laugh nonetheless.
The Leader’s cold nature softened, with a subtle smile and his fluffy tail barely wagging as he scurried hurriedly next to Snowcluck, as they took turns flying back out.
Remy sat on the cold, hard floor, he thought about escaping but he now just realized he has Mining Fatigue, and.. There were invisible The Order guards that came down as the main three had disappeared.
No wonder they called this the most protected prison in the Blitz SMP, all this just for some random, goofy Nether Guard that can’t even fight back.
This sucks bruh.
Atleast one of the Invisible Guards was some annoying ass kid that apparently was given the job to also annoy the prisoner, Remy thought the kid was funny, and honestly it made it a bit more bearable in this prison.
And actually, maybe he wasn’t as cooked or fried as he expected himself to be though.
He just has to stay here for three weeks right? That’s no problem.