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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"Mmm," he hums softly as the tail wraps around him, smirking knowingly up at them.

"Good cause you're comfy. Maybe I'll spend the night just like this~" He's definitely teasing. Mostly teasing? Somewhere in there. Mostly, he's just content in this moment, sighing happily as he settles into place atop them.

They do their best to ignore that smirk, but the combo of that and the teasing tone make it very hard on them. They still manage, even if it's by laying back down properly, so Gyre can't see their face that clearly.

"Maybe not here. Too many people who are still close by." But they're not refusing the idea. They wouldn't mind getting to spend the night like this, cuddled up to Gyre in a way. His weight on them isn't uncomfortable for them at all, strangely enough, but they decide not to think about it too much, and instead enjoy the closeness.

"Oh?" He was mostly joking, but the idea that they'd be comfortable sleeping out in the woods with him is quite nice. It'd save him the awkwardness of going into their space in whatever home was given to them.

"We could head deeper in," he says, nodding towards the trees. He's got no problem rolling around in the grass. In fact, it's often his preferred way to cuddle with people honestly, and he's hoping Zafika shares his opinion.

Zafika blinks momentarily, and glances to the direction Gyre had nodded to, considering their options. They're unsure if he means heading back to his camp, but either way, going further away from the event would be welcome. It'd give them more privacy, because even if they don't actually do anything, they don't want others to see them with their guard down like this.

So, the decision is actually very easy. At once, They push themselves to a sitting position, pulling themselves away from beneath Gyre with their arms and quickly stand up, the tip of their tail dragging along his spine as their tail unwraps from around him, and they quickly remove it from his reach. No bold moves just yet. "Alright, let's go then. I've had more than enough of crowds and chatter for today."

Welp. Guess he's going to get slid off into the grass. He definitely makes a big show of how pathetic he is, collapsing in the grass as they wiggle out from under him and stand up. He's a little disappointed that they already know him well enough to pull their tail away before he can grab it, and he definitely pouts playfully up at them.

"Help me up?" he whimpers, offering a hand up to them. Look, you threw him in the grass and now he's just the saddest boy. Don't mind the twinkle of amusement in his eye please.

They give an amused chuckle over how dramatic Gyre is as he collapses into the grass once they're no longer under him. It was his decision that they go deeper into the woods for privacy, he doesn't get to be this dramatic.

However, hearing him whimper makes them feel bad for a moment. But just for a moment, until they see the twinkle of amusement in his eyes, and just roll their eyes as they take Gyre's hand into theirs and help him get up. "Well someone's being dramatic. Wasn't this your idea?"

He picks himself up with their help, making this low, amused noise. He's absolutely grinning at them as he straightens up, brushing his front off with a quick gesture before they take his hand. He squeezes theirs almost absentmindedly, beginning to pull them deeper into the trees.

"Sure, but I'd never just shove you into the grass. You're lucky I'm not an angry person~" He's clearly teasing, taking a hard left towards Craydon.

"Do you want to come to my camp, or will anywhere more private do?"

Zafika more than happily lets Gyre pull them along deeper into the forest, moving bit closer so that they're almost walking next to him. Not quite, but almost, they want to remain close, but they also don't know where he's taking them, so they'll let him take the lead. "Oh, and pinning me down into the grass is somehow different from that?"

They return his teasing with their own, glancing up at him, and honestly, they can still hardly believe that they don't have to worry about needing their blindfold near him. "I'm fine with whichever... I'll let you decide where you want to take me, to make up for shoving you into the grass like that~"

"My camp then. Just in case we uh... go late." He has no idea what's going to happen tonight, but if he has to sleep immediately afterwards, he wants to be somewhere he feels safe. Hopefully, they'll feel safe enough there as well, or he supposes he could walk them home relatively easily. The island was small.

After that though, he returns to teasing, purposefully taking a step closer to them so that he bumps his shoulder against them. "It's absolutely different. You were already in the grass, and I~ took advantage. You dumped me. Like a sack!"

They chuckle a little at the last bit, and give Gyre's hand a gentle squeeze. "Alright, I'll trust you to lead the way and not get us lost here." They can't help but to be a little bit of a tease, but it shows that they're quite comfortable about the idea of going to his camp.

When he bumps his shoulder against them, they take a few steps to the side before they recover their balance, and raise a brow at him. Oh so he wanted to play that kind of game huh? "If I remember right, even if you didn't mean to, you were the one who pushed me down to the grass in the first place. And you made a big scene about collapsing into the grass all on your own, I gave you a chance to support yourself but you decided to be dumped there." Then, they return the shoulder bump, their tail swatting at his legs gently. They don't have the physical strength to make him stagger like they did, so the gesture will have to do.

"Ah--" he yelps in surprise when they whip his leg, lifting it just slightly and pausing to give them a fake offended look. He can't believe they did that!!

"Well, then I think we can both agree we've been equally in the wrong, then. Now we'll have to-- uh..." Wait. He shakes his head. He was definitely about to make a joke about the justice system, which is an absurd nonsense bureaucracy from his perspective. He's definitely made fun of it with his buddies before, played mock prison when he was a child, when jail sounded like a bit of funny fiction their parents told them to scare them.

But Zafika was actually in prison before this. His words turn to ash in his mouth, and he clears his throat awkwardly, trying to cover for himself.

"Sorry, uh, we're not far now."

Their pupils immediately dilate a bit more, like a cat's that has spotted something interesting, while they stare at Gyre. They feel like bullying him just a little bit more, until he suddenly shuts himself up in the middle of speaking. Right before clearing his throat and apologising. What?

They quickly get a feeling of what he was planning to say, and they step little closer, tail brushing affectionately at the bit of his leg that they had swatted a moment ago. "It's alright, I can handle those kind of jokes, I know you don't mean harm by it. But I appreciate the sentiment. It's sweet that you try to avoid saying something that might make me uncomfortable."

He shakes his head immediately, drifting closer to them without bumping into them again. Their forgiveness soothes him a very little bit, but he still looks deeply displeased with himself really.

"Keeping people in cages is evil. It was never... real to me. When I was a child." He sighs deeply, glancing in their direction. There's this deep fondness in his eyes, though he looks quite sad thinking about anything to do with their life before this. "I shouldn't have joked about it then either."

They frown a bit as they watch him, wanting to say something to make him feel better, but they've never been that good at this kind of comforting. And with Gyre, they're even more unsure of what would be acceptable way of doing that.

Not that they get to think about what to say for much longer, not for comforting him at least, because then he glances in their direction, and their chest aches when they see the look in his eyes. They're quick to look away from him themselves, uncomfortable tightness settling to their chest. "You were a child... kids don't know any better then, I don't think you should be held accountable for such things at this point anymore. Besides, isn't it the point that as a kid you do stupid things so you'll learn from them?"

He pulls his eyes away as well when they look away, suddenly embarrassed and worried about what they might say. Did he do something wrong? Maybe he should've just dropped this?

But no, they're just forgiving him again. He nods after a moment, still keeping his eyes averted. "I suppose so. It's not as if guilt will change anything, anyway." He hums softly, a sound that's almost a laugh again.

"Thank you for the perspective."

They deliberately ignore the weird feeling in their chest, and spare Gyre a tiny smile, squeezing his hand gently once again. "You don't have to thank me. But, remember, you don't have to feel guilty about that either. I'm not made of glass, you don't have to be that careful."

Which is true, but then again, they're also used to people saying whatever the hell they want to say to them, without really considering if it's nice or not. But with Gyre, they know he doesn't mean to offend, and that's enough for them.

"I know, but..." He lifts their hands up, gesturing towards their wrists with a pointed quirk of his eyebrows.

"You deserve a little gentleness, you know?" he says, and there's a little bit of a purr in his voice. He's flirting, but he does mean it too, dropping their hands back down. "Just cause you can take it, doesn't mean I want to force you to."

Did he really just say that? Did he... yes. He absolutely, 100% said that. 'Little gentleness'? That was it, the butterflies were back with a vengeance to boot. They have to look away from Gyre again, before he spots how flustered, never mind maybe bit too happy, his words had just made them.

"Gentleness, huh...? And should I take it that I'll be getting that gentleness from you tonight?" Flirt, they can respond to, easily enough. Genuine kindness like Gyre's? Absolutely not. So, they focus on the flirting aspect of his words, with that they know what to do.

He grins, making that familiar short noise that is his laugh. He had intended it to be a little more genuine then this, but if they want to take it there, he will too.

He lets his voice drop into that rasp they'd responded to so nicely earlier, saying, "I'll start there. We'll see where it goes from there, pretty thing."

And oh are they going to respond nicely to it this time too. The moment they hear the rasp again they perk up more, their tail giving a curious and excited swish behind them. That rasp is quickly becoming one of their favourite things to listen to, and they nearly purr at the simple sound of it. They almost curse themselves for being weak for people's voices.

"Oh, sounds like someone's coming up with a plan for the rest of the night~"

"Mmn," he shakes his head, waving a hand. "No plans. It's more fun when we figure the rules out together." He smirks over at them, raising an eyebrow. He really wonders what they're expecting out of this. He supposes he'll find out soon enough.

Which is to say, they crest a slight incline, and suddenly there's a camp! It's taking up a little clearing in the trees and it's extremely nicely kept even at first glance. There's a fire pit dug into the ground, and lined with rows of gently polished rocks. Off to the side, there's a canvas tent that's just barely big enough for a Gyre-sized bedroll and his emptied backpack. It's been zipped shut except for a little space left at the top. There's a little pile of chopped wood beside the tent. Across from the fire, there's a rack set up with three cleaned rabbit? skins hung on a pole to dry.

Gyre immediately moves a little quicker, letting go of Zafika's hand as he heads into camp. He moves a couple of the smaller rocks, and pulls out a wooden box, taking the top off and taking out a pack of matches. The pack has the logo of an Amarosian bar called The Waystation on it, and he flips it open. He's going to get a fire started immediately here.

"Uh, do you want a tour or anything?" he asks, and he's mostly joking. There isn't anything else but this for him.

They don't, really have specific expectations for this, actually? But Gyre seems to know what he's doing, so they don't mind going along. So far they've enjoyed themselves, and they have a good feeling about tonight.

The moment they see Gyre's camp, they're filled with nostalgia and are absolutely entrhalled by the small, extremely cosy looking camp. Their tail does this delighted swish behind their back as they look around the camp, and honestly, they hadn't even realised that they'd missed this aspect of their life before prison. Getting to camp out in the woods beneath the starry sky, falling asleep while listening to the quiet, peaceful crackling of a fire keeping them warm.

Their eyes flick back to Gyre when he speaks again, and they give this quiet, happy chuckle as they walk over to the fire pit too. If he's getting a fire started, they know exactly where they want to be. "No, I don't think that's necessary." They sit down a little bit away from the stones lining the fire pit, watching Gyre as he moves about.

He grins at them as they refuse before returning to his task. He gathers a little bit of fluff to light, and then one of the cut logs, tossing it into the pit. The match is lit and set in with the fluff, and almost immediately there's a fire building up to a steady blaze in the pit.

He watches it grow for a moment or two, making sure it's stable before he walks around the pit to their side. "Comfortable?" he asks softly, smiling gently into the fire. He'll sit as soon as he knows they don't need anything else basically.

They watch Gyre get the fire started, and as it starts to warm them up, they decide that they are definitely not budging from their current position. They haven't been properly warm in three years, so if nothing else, a warm open fire should do the trick.

As he asks them if they're comfortable, they look up at him with a soft smile, their tail snaking up to wrap loosely around his wrist. "Plenty. Just, uh... don't expect me to move anywhere from here. I've missed the warmth of an open fire. Never mind that I can't regulate my body temperatures."

He nods, and grabs their nail, holding it gently in his hand since they so graciously offered it to him.

"By the fire sounds like a nice place to spend a night~" he purrs, letting his voice drop into a rasp. He folds his knees and sits beside them in one clean, smooth motion. He's turned to face them, and he watches their face for a few beats.

"You're beautiful, you know?"

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