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(2) - Galactic? (Part 2)

Part two of Galactic? 

Small note: In context, (like someone is speaking), if it is in italics, it means they are speaking Galactic, but both parties can understand it so it is written in English. And if it is underlined, it means they are speaking in sign language, and both parties know it.

Grian POV 

As Grian walked to the head watchers office, he slowly regained his hearing and was able to interact with blocks again. This was one of the positive things about being in the headquarters, it wasn't technically in any Minecraft world, so the watcher effects didn't work here to a certain degree. Grian could still only talk in Galactic, and he still had his wings, but the other effects were pointless and not needed. As Grian walked into the office of his superior, he knew immediately what choice he would make.

"Ah, Grian, here again, I see. Will it be the same choice again? Or are you going to choose something different?" The head watcher said as Grian walked into the room. 

"I am going to make a different choice. I want to-"

Mumbo POV

Mumbo was worried about Grian. They had been friends for a while, and he never mentioned that he was pretty much cursed? And yet he told Doc of all people. All the twenty-some-odd hermits were gathered in the bottom layer of Grian's base, and everyone had split up into little groups. The dead team was gathered by the potatube, whispering with one another and occasionally sending glances over to the alive team. False was over there too, though she didn't seem to be participating in the conversation. Mumbo, Iskall, and Bdubs were gathered on the opposite side near Grian's storage monster, coming up with ideas as to how they would dragon bro the next person. The rest of the alive team were sending nervous glances at both the dead team and the dragon bros, not wanting to be the next people on the list. 

"So we should dragon bro Doc next as he knows Grian pretty well it seems. I was thinking maybe we could-" Iskall was saying

"Just a second guys, I need to do something," Mumbo interrupted, breaking off from the small group and jogging over to where the alive team was near Grian's nether portal. "Hey Doc, can I talk to you for a second?" Mumbo asked. 

"Yeah, sure. This is about Grian, I assume?" Doc replied, breaking off from his small group of the alive. Mumbo led Doc up to the aviary Grian had set up so that no one would interrupt. 

"Yeah, I was wondering, how long have you known this about Grian? I mean, it must take a while to learn Galactic, and you were speaking it pretty fluently, as well as the sign language." Mumbo asked

"I've known that Grian was a watcher since the first time he died. He didn't know what was going on, and I found him panicking at spawn. And yeah, it took a very long time to become fluent in Galactic, as it is a dead language, so the only way I could learn what it sounded like was from Grian. " Doc replied. "Grian never told anyone else because he didn't want to advertise that he was extremely powerful when he was like that, I won't say how powerful, but he was the admin of Evo, so that's a good amount of power right there."

"Oh. I can see that. And his wings explain why Grian is so good at flying." Mumbo replied, not knowing really what to say. "Where is Grian right now?"

"Well, he had to go to the head watcher to make his choice. In the past, he's always gone back to normal, but I have a feeling that is going to change."

"Grian!" Mumbo heard someone call from the center of the base. "Wait, he still can't hear us. Oops."

Doc turned and ran over to where Grian was standing near his beacon. He quickly signed something to Grian, and Grian signed something back. "Grian says that you are all welcome to stay for the night, and he will explain everything when he can speak again tomorrow afternoon," Doc announced. Mumbo looked outside Grian's base to see that the sky was dark, and there were stars glimmering in the distance. Grian walked over to his messy storage system and started going through all the shulkerboxes and chests scattered around. He started pulling out beds, wool, and wooden planks, as well as a few dyes. He put down the beds as he found them, signing something to Doc. "Grian says that you guys can take the beds and move them to where ever you want. He is going to make some more as there obviously isn't enough."