When a sick Green Steve shows up in the Rainbow Quest world, Sabre is once again faced with a problem. He must find a way to cure the infection that destroyed most of the steves in his old world, all while dealing with secrecy, trust, and his own p...
"I- still don't understand how this-" I chuckle as Thera examines my arm, his expression bewildered. He's insisted on checking up on me every day, tending to both my physical and mental injuries. I tried to tell him I didn't have any of the latter, but that didn't work. "The scars are just gone."
"Ta-da!" I joke, glancing over the clear skin. "Regeneration strikes again!" Players' natural ability to heal quickly has definitely come in handy over the years, and now is no exception. Where just a week ago I had a series of long, deep cuts, now I have a few small scratches and fading scars. Some of my older wounds have healed completely.
It's been a week since the demons were defeated, the Rainbow Kingdom is still struggling to move forward. And yet, it has. New leaders have been elected for the Violet and Yellow Steves, completing the council once again. I don't know much about the new Violet Leader, but considering that the Yellow Steves elected the Former Yellow Assistant for their new representative, I have a feeling the kingdom's in good hands.
It's a good thing, too, because once M's coronated, I know he's going to throw them a curve ball.
"This is impossible." Thera mutters, shaking his head and letting my arm drop back down. "No wonder you've survived so many villains." I reach for my favorite hoodie and slip it back on, settling down on the couch. The faint aroma of herbs hits me as I scoop up a mug of tea Thera brewed and take a sip.
"I'm like a cockroach." I say smugly, ignoring the fact that Thera has no idea what I mean. "Every time they think they've killed me, I just pop back up again." I choose to exclude that sometimes they have killed me, and it has made very little difference.
"Okay?" Thera shrugs, picking up his own drink and making himself comfortable. "I do think we need to work on the 'almost dying', though. I would feel a lot less stressed if you stopped."
"Where's the fun in that?" I tease, but stop at Thera's deadpan expression. "Okay, you're being serious."
I'm spared a response by the knock at the door.
"Oh, that must be the guy!" Thera rushes to put down his tea and get the door. From my angle on the couch, I can't see who it is. "Hello! Yes, that's perfect. Here you are. Have a nice day!" Thera closes the door, and I catch a glimpse of something silver being pushed into his inventory.
"Who was that?"
"The iron guy." Thera replies, his expression turning a little sad. "I thought maybe you'd want to work on the memorial today?"
