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.

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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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Gail glances at Garrot when he hears the laugh, but doesn't dare to actually say anything, or even really look what was so funny. And then they're outside and he can't really do nothing but. Watch that the good doctor is doing. Which is very loudly retching into a potted plant. Ooooooookay then.

And then he's asked a question and he looks confused for a short moment. "Uh. No. From experience that doesn't actually count. You uh, kinda need to be actually blackout drunk for that." Gail says, helpfully, maybe. "The beach is fine though!"

He, also, has no idea who he's talking to, except that he's a fellow knight. Maybe he should've payed some attention to the whole wizard business once he became a participant but. Oh Well.

"Huh, okay." Garrot sounds a little surprised as he leads his new pal towards the beach, but that's mostly because Gail mentioned his own experience. He'd gathered some party animal adventures from his research, but that's a surprisingly open acknowledgement from someone who lied to his face and said he was fine. Weird.

"I'm real sorry about all that, I figured we'd get some space if people didn't wanna be near an ill Knight." He does sound genuinely remorseful. "One big guy gets enough attention, but two?" And he just shakes his head at the inconvenience.

"I'm Garrot, the Monkey Knight." He's leaving out the full name and the whole Doctor thing. But if Gail had seen anything on the chase team, he might remember a huge sparkly guy charging the monster with a shield. "And you are...?"

Gail felt like sweating at the surprised tone. Did he say something wrong? Did he say too much? Oh god maybe he said too much and now Garrot was judging him???? He shouldn't have said anything about his party life.

"No no it's fine! I uh, I understand. I'm always a source of attention and I can just image it's the same for you. Both of us are just, very, very big." Gail says and kinda waves his hands in motion that tries to come across as don't worry about it.

"I'm Gail! Horse Knight, though I feel that's bit obvious?" He says. He has seen pictures of Garrot in social media after the whole event. "Great job with the chase! I saw some pictures."

"Haha, thanks!" Garrot gives a thumbs up, showing no interest in modesty. "Glad to see we're both doing pretty well so far." And then he smirks, because Gail's a damn internet sensation. It's unavoidable. And so's his new pal's anxiety.

"You don't have to be nervous around me, Gail, I don't bite!" And then he grins ear-to-ear, consciously flashing those pearly white saw blade teeth of his. "Seriously, we're supposed to be working together, so you can be open and honest with me!" Is he alluding to the BDE fiasco? Just a bit.

Gail sweats a little. "Y-Yeah. It's uh, it's something alright! Not what I was expecting from, all this to be honest." He says, referring to his internet fame. It was so intimidating.

And then he was sweating a little bit more because, those teeth... Were very sharp. His horse instincts were having a very bad time. "Uh, yeah! Looking forward to work together! All the knights are so nice, I'm very honored to be part of this."

"Yeah, notoriety's a bitch, Gail." He sighs, and shakes his head. From his pit fighter days to going med school considering his parents to now, being an established adult? It's always weird whenever anyone knows who he is. But then he puts his hands behind his back and starts to walk on the tips of his toes, like a child being whimsical. Because he's doing just that.

"So, got anything big on your mind?" He sighs wistfully, and the hands go behind his head. "I mean, when I was your age, I was pretty carefree no matter what sort of destructive stuff happened." Sure, he's ignoring the whole pit fighter and overwhelming grief things but. Details. "I wish I had as much energy as you youngsters do, y'know? Being old's a drag!"

"AH I suppose so..." He says, and looks at the night sky. He was aware of his own "fame" back in Farida, and would rather not remember that. He's glad only Haizea so far has had any idea who he was back in his home.

When Garrot asked what was on his mind, he felt his throat dry a little. There was a million things in his mind, how was he going to explain that to a person he just met? He opened his fanny pack and fished out a bottle of water, taking a swing of it even when it nothing to help.

"Well, there's not that much in my mind! Mainly about surviving this whole thing and going back home!" Not that he had much left waiting.

Garrot sees that water bottle, and it makes Gail's deflection that there's nothing on his mind almost comical. And then he mentions surviving the next two weeks and going home, two things that are clearly going to be very big deals! One of them involves having your life in danger! So Garrot starts to laugh; it's loud and even a little condescending for the entire second it happens!

"Stop lying, man!" Garrot shakes his head, wiping a tear from his eye. "There's no way you're not worried about this. Two weeks of monsters? Reporters asking you all those questions?" He sighs, before smiling bright and wide, admittedly one that doesn't show off the points of his teeth quite as much. "That shit stresses me out, and I'm used to the spotlight!" And then he gets a mischievous look on his face. "...Unless you plan on just splatting all the monsters for us?"

That's gotta get a reaction aside from I'm Fine, right?

Gails ears went to "annoyed horse" position when Garrot laughs, even when it's a short while. It sounded condescending and that just made Gail feel bad. He gripped his water bottle tighter when Garrot spoke, trying to hold himself together.

"If you're going to make fun of me first of all I've heard worse and I just rather not deal with that. I'd appericiate if you didn't do that at all, call me a spoilsport if you want." Gail said more bitterly than he meant. Garrot may or may not struck a nerve there.

"I'm just trying my best here. If it's not enough..." Gail bit his lip to stop the sentance there. No use going too deep or personal with this trail of thought.

Garrot just raises an eyebrow nice and high- Gail's definitely gotta be stressed if he's being defensive like this. But there's a moment of weakness, and it's what the doctor's been waiting for. So he pounces! ...Socially.

"If it's not enough then we help each other out. We're teammates, after all." Garrot's shifted to confidence and reassurance as he places a hand on Gail's shoulder. He has to reach a little bit. Ew, is this what it's like to be short?!

"I wasn't trying to make fun of you. I mean..." He starts making swooping motions with two of his fingers on his free hand, like he's trying to do math. "If you're actually fine, then you have a plan, probably involving charging more monsters. That's cool." He nods sagely, putting away the pantomimed calculations.

"But you seem stressed whether you're on the beach or inside." And then he shrugs, removing the hand from Gail's shoulder. "So what do you wanna talk about?" Garrot's gotta be able to do something to help this guy relax, right?

Gail was caught off guard when Garrots mood seemingly changes and placed a hand of his shoulder. Which he could actually do since he was also very big. It was, kind of weird in it's own way. Not bad though.

He took another swing of his water as he thought over Garrot's words. He was stressed yeah, over numerous things. This entire knight ordeal, possible death, how easy it would be for him to get absolutely wasted, how he WANTED to get absolutely wasted, the guilt he'd had if he did do that, what would his life be after this, god he had so much debt. And so on. None which was good conversation topics.

After being quiet for maybe a minute that felt like hours he said. "It's. A nice weather here?" Ouch.

Garrot doesn't mind waiting in silence, it's actually nice to just take in the sounds of the ocean. The Horse Knight is probably going to start talking about Feelings any minute now, and-

"Uh..." Gail brought up the weather. Garrot is dumbfounded, torn between staring into the void and just stammering awkwardly. There aren't supposed to be any wrong answers with a question like that, but the centaur sure found one!

"Y-yeah!" It sounds a bit forced, and his spare hand scratches at the back of his neck. "It's a lot nicer than up in Koskenkorva," he sounds uninterested, but then a smile creeps onto Garrot's face and his tone gets whimsical! "But I mean, I'd rather fall over into a snowdrift than into a sand dune, y'know?" And then Garrot gestures at all of his hair. Getting sand out of his entire body is one hell of a pain.

Gail feels he really just fucked up enormously, but what else was he supposed to say? He isn't good talking about personal things! Or personal feelings or. Anyhting related to himself. He just hoped this would get, better.

"Haha I can imagine. Farida has similar climate so I feel almost at home... Never been on other continents though! Tell me about Koskenkorva I'd love to hear!!" He says with enthusiasm, trying to direct the conversation to something, less awkward.

"I mean... it's cold." Garrot very matter of fact about it, actually. "Couple feet of snow, and the wind'll chill you to the bone." He knows that sounds terrible, so he tries to lighten the mood. "But I can manage pretty well." And then he gestures to one hand with the other, particularly to a tuft of fur poking out from the cuff of his sleeve.

"I always have trouble whenever work takes me somewhere warmer like Farida or here," he sighs melodramatically, "I mean, I always wear something too heavy and get all sweaty and gross."

Then he makes a disgusted face, going so far to stick out his tongue as he looks down at his suit. Garrot might have to burn this thing later.

Gail actually shivered a bit. That sounded, unpleasant. "Ah, I think I would actually die there! I may be bit too used to Farida's warmer climate haha. Though seeing snow for real would be fun..." Gail said bit wistfully. At least Garrot looked like he fit to the cold and snow.

Which just meant that he didn't look the most suitable in the islands warm weather. That suit didn't look comfortable. Or well, nice. "Isn't a suit uh, hot? In this weather?"

"Yeah, it's... it's pretty hot." Garrot sounds a bit deadpan at that. But, he takes the opportunity he's given to improve things. His coat, mostly draped over his shoulders, is easily shrugged off. And then he looks at Gail, a bit embarrassed.

"Do you mind if I take some of this off real quick?" The look in his eyes shows he's a little desperate. "I uh... didn't realize I was running a bit on the volcanic side until you said something, and I don't want to just start ripping off my clothes!" HR would have another field day since he's representing MurtaCorp. Can't have that.

But he is going to loosen and remove his tie before tucking it into his jacket pocket.

"Oh uh, of course not! You look like you're going to die of heatstroke so! Please take care of yourself!" Gail said and he wasn't kidding. He did think Garrot looked pretty steamed in his outfit.

"Why are you wearing a suit in the first place? It's not, a fancy event right. Oh god is it? I've been dressed like this the entire time!" Yeah just, make up a conversation and stress yourself, the true Gail way.

"What? No!" Garrot sounds amused that Gail thinks there's formality to fighting for the fate of the world. He's trying not to laugh! This horse is silly. "I just wanted to make a good impression on people!" And then he starts stripping. Not in a sexy way, more of a sweaty and gross kind of way.

"I mean, when people look at me," he trails off for a second, unbuttoning his vest, shrugging it off, and draping it over his shoulder. "...they don't see a doctor." Then he starts on his shirt, which has more buttons. Despite the claws and him being a brute, he makes it look like reflexes.

"They see a big, scary monster with teeth and claws." The shirt comes off, joining his other clothes over his shoulder. Then he scrunches up his nose a bit at his undershirt. "Yep, that's dead." And then a clawed hand pierces the fabric, tearing the drenched article from his body. Since it's sticking to him, Garrot kind of spins around awkwardly for a moment, giving Gail a full view of all of those tattoos of his, especially the bloody tally marks travelling down his spine. He's not gonna just wave a sweaty, torn shirt at his new pal so of course he's facing away!

"I want to make sure you all aren't scared of me, is all." And then in a few motions, he's draped his button down over his shoulders. One hand has his clothes, the other the tattered remains of that t-shirt. "You know what I mean, right?" He sounds perfectly content, as if everyone has to deal with being typecast as a savage brute.

Gail breaths a sigh of relief. Thank god, he was getting worried for a second there. Though now he just feels embarrassed about the whole thing.

When Garrot starts stripping though, he realised he has no idea if he should look away or not. It would be rude to stare but Garrot was also talking to him. He was making this more complicated to himself and resulted in his eyes constantly changing where to look. This horse is a mess. He does however notice the, claws and especially the tattoos which look scary as fuck and oh boy he's sweating out of nervousness again.

"Uh, yeah of course!" You asked this from the worst person Garrot, the one with horse anxiety. "Wait you said you are a doctor?"

Garrot could sense the anxiety from Gail. Wasn't like it was difficult to see the centaur's discomfort while he was spinning around or trying to act like he didn't just slice through fabric.

"I mean yeah, but..." Garrot sees a chance to really drive the point home! "What do I look like I do to pay the bills?" His eyes go wide and his ears start to droop a little. "Do I even look like I pay bills?" He seems incredibly curious as to what Gail's response will be. This is totally a game to him.

God what was he supposed to answer that? What DOES a person who pays their bills look like? Gail was so much in debt it was hard to exist in general but did he look like that? He didn't know.

"Uh, yes? I didn't mean to be rude, sorry! You just, don't look like a doctor, which isn't a bad thing of course! But I just mean that it's not something I would assume first hand but you probably pay your taxes like everyone else haha. And bills!" The rambling was getting off hand again, can you tell he's nervous? And not hiding anything at all!

Garrot is convinced he could sneeze and Gail's soul would run right out of his damn body. It's both endearing and absolutely hilarious. He has to keep going with this, it's the best laugh he's had so far!

"Nonono, it's not rude, you're fine!" He's smiling when he says it, trying to be warm and accommodating and definitely not also trying to hold back a laugh. "I mean, you look like you're..."

Garrot's eyes turn teal for a moment, solely to confuse the poor horse. But it fades a half-second later, and his eyes are scanning Gail's body. Tropical shirt, fanny pack, sunglasses, no pants or shoes... And so Garrot smiles. Analysis complete!

"You look like you're either in tourism or you're a model." He nods vigorously! "Who better to help tourists in Farida than one of the locals? You look approachable," anxieties aside, "you have nice hair, and you've probably got a beach lifestyle blog where you tell people about nice places to eat and where the tourists aren't."

And then he claps his hands together and starts grinning. "Your turn! Do me, do me, and you can't say doctor!" He's as excited as a preteen and completely earnest.

Gail didn't know what he expected when Garrot seemed to just, analyze him out of the blue. He shifted awkwardly, he wasn't really used to this... Good god. But then he spoke and oh god, his face was burning red and he actually had to hide his face in his hands. He had never been complimented this nicely (well maybe he was when he was drunk but... So were the others) and he couldn't really handle that.

"Um. Thank you. For your kind words. Uh. I, uh, thank you really. God." It was clear this was something he wasn't used to. Thinking Garrot's words though, maybe having a blog would be nice? He did know lot about Faridas, party life. And other nice places. There was an oppurtunity.

"You? Oh, okay. Ummm, well.... You look like... a bodyguard? You know, since you're big and look strong, probably good for protecting people. Or maybe a hitman? Wait no that's bad-"

As Gail starts to melt from the compliments (they were just facts and observations, gosh!) Garrot absorbs those emotions and just looks more and more pleased with himself! If it wasn't late at night, Garrot would think Gail had sunburn! And then he'd have to get the poor guy some cream for that, but. Details. But as the focus shifted to the doctor, to being a bodyguard, Garrot just starts flexing. If he's big and looks strong, he may as well act the part! They're having fun! This is fun!

Hitman. There's a pause in Garrot's motions, and then he keeps flexing, this time with a wrestler-heel-esque evil grin. Like it's practiced. Because it is. He's going through some of the motions for his Marauder routine. "No no, it's fine! It's how you think I look, so there's no bad answers!" He does another pose and oof, he cracks his spine a bit! So Garrot pauses. "And I mean, a hitman and a bodyguard are just two sides of the same coin." He takes a breath, realizing he should've limbered up a bit first. He's getting old.

"So, what do you do?" His eyes go wide with interest again and he returns to a more normal posture. Continuing all that nonsense will only bring misfortune. "I mean, if I'm actually talking to a model, that'd be so cool!"

Garrot didn't seem to mind his words, at least since he seemed to be having fun flexing. Which DID make him seem even bigger and stronger so, you know, fitting.

But then he grins like that and oh dear Gail is scared for a second. Did he actually offend him? Yes? No?? No he seems to be just, amused?? "Oh..." is all he can manage to say.

Well before Garrot asks him what he does do. Oof. "I'm sorry to disappoint you but, I'm not a model. That's uh, not realistic, nor possible. Thank you though." Gail says, still feeling bit flustered about that. "I uh. Work at a sun glasses kiosk... And do deliveries, both uh, food and packages. Anything that pays."

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