Day 1: Evening

Evening: 5:00pm - Midnight

[ IRL Timeframe: March 11th - March 18th, 2019 ]

The first day has come to a close, the only things left to do are get some food and get some rest. Fortunately the residents of Bamborough are hosting a party to congratulate the heroes on their first victory, unfortunately it's running for several hours this evening. There's only so much time for sleep. What kind of balance will your hero try to strike?

Unfortunately for everyone, the evil-allured knights will be treated to a rude wake-up surprise when they finally go to sleep. No matter when they finally set their head down to rest, they all wake up at the same time, in the same place. Only the evil-allured knights will have access to this post, click to see if you've been chosen.

The good-allured knights, meanwhile, are free of a visit tonight with the Princess and the Protector. The two of them, however, are due to have a chat. Questions have to be answered, after all! He's dressed in his usual attire:

He's the same height as Luka with dark skin and vivid blue eyes that match the color of the sky. He has wicked winged white eyeliner to accent his eyes and curly black hair with white tips piled on top of his head, it's a wonder how it stays up there. Surprisingly, or unsurprisingly, he's wearing a pajama robe that looks either blue or silver depending how it's touched or how it moves. Most importantly is that he's got brass knuckles on both his hands, like he's ready to fight. But he's not here to fight, he's here to give a whisper about what comes next.

First Night Event: Bamborough: Everyone invited.

The Weather
Starry Night.
64°F / 18°C
Quite breezy, all the trees are rustling.

Prompts:

Bamborough Party: To celebrate the defeat of the first monster, a full banquet is being held near the beach in Bamborough. Unlimited food, unlimited drinks, and most importantly of all was a small stockpile of blankets, sheets, pillows, and toiletries to offer any knight who might've forgotten something on the way out here. Naturally, every item is sponsored.

You're all over Social Media!: Videos were successfully taken of all twelve knights and the princess during the first battle, and now the world is abuzz about what happened! What are they saying about your hero? How did they even get this footage? Or worst of all, how bad are they dissing your camera skills for those that recorded themselves?

A late night walk: The first day is over, the first monster is dead. How's your character holding up? Do they seek out support from a fellow hero? Do they spend it alone? What kind of night are they having now that it's all real?

A late night meal: Anyone leaving the Bamborough party late enough will be able to spot that a local late night ramen shop is open for business. If your hero hasn't quite eaten enough, they can drop by for a bite. But be warned, a certain sleepy villain is getting a bite to eat herself. Care to share a ramen bar meal with the enemy?

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This show off! This sleepy show off!!! She can probably just make money. With magic.

“Hm,” is all Haizea allows herself to respond with. No sense revealing her frustration. She snaps a pair of wooden chopsticks in half with maybe a little more force than necessary and fishes out a few strands of noodles, slurping as she goes.

“Mmm!” she exclaims as she chews, then swallows. “Holy shit, these noodles are incredible. No wonder you come here.”

She can, in fact, make money with magic. Magic money.

If the Wizard picks up on Haizea's frustration she doesn't reveal it, instead turning down to look at her own bowl. She casually settles one elbow on the counter, resting her cheek against it as she looks over the bowl. To the side, her chopsticks gently split apart, floating into the air a moment later. The noodles float up out of the bowl, some onions sitting impossibly atop them as they wrap around the end of the chopsticks hovering in the air in front of her.

"Instant can't compare to these." She answers, agreeing with Haizea. She came here for a very important reason and this was it. A moment later, the ramen bar owner is setting a third bowl of ramen down on the other side of the Wizard. Was there anyone actually sitting there...?

"Instant ramen will keep your belly full but this is the stuff that's good for your soul," Haizea says seriously before stuffing her mouth with all the fish cakes on her ramen. She notices the second bowl of ramen at this point and gestures at it with her chopsticks.

"You plannin' on round 2 already or are you expectin' someone?"

The Wizard doesn't answer the question, instead she leaves it to the recipient of the second bowl of ramen. Without revealing itself, only a set of hands that look like they belong to a child (somewhere around 12 years old) reach out to grasp the ramen bowl and bring it back into the space Haizea can't see. The hands have a yellow tint that look shockingly like the first monster's yellow had. But if Haizea moves to see what's behind the Wizard, both whoever it was and the ramen will be gone.

"Oh no, I should only eat one." She smirks, knowing full well what had just happened beside her.

"What the fuck?" Haizea exclaims, not fully processing what's going on here. "Where did- who was that? Hey, hey buddy?" She says, this time trying to get the ramen bar owner's attention.

"Who did you make that bowl for?" She's on edge now; she thought she understood what was going on here, but the presence of some invisible third party and wrest the situation completely out of her control.

Clever of Haizea to not confide in the Wizard for a clear answer to that question. The ramen bar owner, however, isn't going to be much more helpful.

"Monster." He answers, simply, before going back to making another bowl. There's a table of patrons that have arrived by the window that need to be fed.

"You didn't see?" The Wizard teases, smirk widening. If she hadn't been so passive this whole time, the look on her face would be nearly manic. Instead it's just this dulled excitement.

When the owner says 'monster', she starts fishing out her brass knuckles from her pocket. If there's a monster here, she's gotta fight it, right? That's how this works?

"I saw hands. Yellow hands. Then they disappeared with the ramen." She's very guarded now. "Is there an invisible monster here?"

The Wizard's all amusement as she looks over Haizea's battle pose. She decides to answer the question with a non-answer, keeping the wool over Haizea's eyes because it's funny.

"There isn't a monster here." She stays smirking, leaving out any details about invisibility or not.

Haizea refuses to relax. She threads the brass knuckles onto her right hand and flexes her fingers against them gingerly.

"There was a monster here a moment ago," she states. "Is it the second monster here early?"

Honesty couldn't hurt, the Wizard liked the knights enough to not lie to them. She shakes her head as she pushes her empty bowl away from her. Was she even eating? When did she eat? Where did the ramen go? Where did all the broth go??

"It wasn't the second monster." She turns away from Haizea, looking to the ramen bar owner.

"One more order of dumplings."

She flexes her fingers against her brass knuckles again, almost for a sense of comfort than anything else. At least she knows they're real.

"Then... was it the first? I can't imagine it survived, I saw it burst like an overfilled garbage bag." She tries to sound confident, but she's questioning everything. Did it die?

Edited 2019-03-18 03:28 (UTC)

The Wizard could make Haizea's brass knuckles vanish if she wanted to really mess with her, but she's not one to kick someone while they're down. She knows she has the upper hand here with what she knows.

"Not that one either." She answers, turning back to Haizea as the smirk returns to her face.

"Though that one will be back, later." She adds, cryptically. Presumably meaning next year.

Slowly, she decides to sit back down. Whatever is up with these monsters, it doesn't seem like she's gonna have to fight immediately at least. She pulls off the brass knuckles but just sets them down on the counter next to her.

"Why'd you have that monster show up, then? Just wanted to scare me?" she says and defiantly fishes out a bunch of noodles from her ramen, slurping while glaring at the Wizard.

Oh, Haizea, the answer to that question is incredibly simple. The Wizard gives a little chuckle as she lifts up a dumpling from nowhere. The plate had been empty, so where had she gotten a fifth dumpling? Oh well.

"It was hungry." She answers, bringing the dumpling up to take a bite of it. For the first time, she's eating and not just being weird magic.

"You assumed I was alone."

Haizea is finding herself somehow getting used to the Wizard making food appear and disappear, but then is surprised to see her eat like a normal goddamn person.

"Yeah I assumed that cause it looked like you were, can't blame me for not noticing the invisible fuckin' monster here too," she says and chomps down on a bunch of menma she's gathered with her chopsticks.

She has to prove sometimes that she isn't completely magic, eating was a way of proving that wasn't it? Either way, here she was, finishing real-eating the dumpling she'd obtained.

"It wasn't invisible." She answers, amused about shooting Haizea's assumptions out of the sky. She reaches up to take the newly-made plate of dumplings from the ramen bar owner and she sets it down between herself and Haizea again.

"Check, please." She looks back to the ramen bar owner, already flipping through money in her hand.

"Sure it wasn't," Haizea rolls her eyes between slurps of noodles. She's almost finished off her bowl by now, and picks it up to start downing the soup.

When the Wizard asks for the check, she raises one hand in agreement. This has been a surreal experience.

Oh, Haizea, that was an almost certain way to get the Wizard to mess with you. She takes the opportunity, too, and there's a tug at Haizea's sleeve. If she looks, she'll be treated to the three foot tall humanoid, almost-all-yellow, featureless form of the tenth monster. It's practically human in its shape, with two arms and two legs. Its only feature are ten eyes placed all over where a face would be, and they all blink strangely at her.

And when she blinks, it's gone.

The ramen bar owner moves forward with the check, handing it only to the Wizard. She sits, idly thumbing through bills to pay for the meal. She's covering her meal and Haizea's and not saying a word about the monster she'd just revealed to Haizea.

Haizea fucking JUMPS when she sees the monster, and the bowl of ramen soup slips out of her hands to spill all over her.

"God DAMNIT!" she yells, and hops to her feet again. She manages to catch the bowl before it hits the ground and holds it by the rim as an improvised weapon, ready to wallop the monster if it comes back. And she's absolutely covered in soup.

She just had to have a ramen craving, huh.

Fortunately for Haizea, the Wizard has magic. A moment after the soup has soaked into Haizea's clothing, it's floating back out of it and into the air. It slowly pulls itself back together in a floating sphere in the air, leaving Haizea unstained and unsoaked by her recent meal.

But she's holding the bowl, so there's nowhere for the soup to go back to so it uh... just sorta hangs out. Hey friend, how's it soupin?

Off to the side, the Wizard is handing the ramen bar owner the money and the check and slowly moving to stand up from her seat. She tipped close to 40% for this little trip.

Haizea. Blinks. That was a very strange sensation, to just have the soup hoovered right off of her. Slowly, she puts the bowl back on the counter, picks up her brass knuckles, but then just slips them back in her pocket. She deliberately leaves the ⌬20 bill where she'd placed it earlier, she never had any intention of actually taking it. The ramen bar owner is getting one hell of a tip.

"Don't use magic on me again," Haizea says, knowing she can't stop the Wizard from doing so but it makes her feel better to at least voice her opinion on the matter.

What a waste, the soup just ends up floating back into the bowl and settling there. It's still totally edible, she didn't pull any fabric with it.

"Not even to save your life?" From anyone else, that might sound like a threat. But in this case, it's that same matter-of-fact questioning of Haizea's reality that the Wizard just does. It's not a threat, it just is.

Haizea has been surprised so many times throughout this conversation she's starting to lose the ability.

"I already said I wouldn't join you, why would you save the life of your enemy?"

"You're more useful alive."

The answer is the most startlingly matter-of-fact, detached, emotionless thing she could've possibly said. Of all the ways to say "I won't let you die" this is probably the worst. After she says it, she's turning towards the door to leave, waving a hand above her shoulder.

Any parting words, Haizea?

"You might regret that," she says, not really caring if the Wizard hears her or not. She sits back down at the bar and spoons at the remaining soup for a bit, but she doesn't have much of an appetite for magicked soup. Probably just as well, she's eaten so much food today.

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