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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Right. Dammit. He should be signing. He straightens his clothes out quickly, awkwardly, trying to straighten his thoughts out in the same gesture.

"A good hug is always nice. Sometimes you need it." It seemed like this kid really needed it too, and he offers this careful but incredibly gentle smile. He'll just have to keep his kisses to himself next time, he chastises himself. He doesn't need to ruin a nice thing with all the social awkwardness that came with being too affectionate around these people.

Seth returns the smile as he signs back.

"Yeah...I'm sorry for hugging you out of the blue like that though...though I certainly don't regret it. I...well I was just so happy you offered to help me carry it all back as...I really doubt I could bring it all back myself."

Yeah he had really enjoyed the hug and the closeness.

"You don't need to apologize," he signs, and he winks quickly. "Wild elves touch each other all the time like that. I'm used to it."

He's not, really, but he gets the feeling he's more used to it then this kid is at least.

"I'm happy to help, once you've picked out what you need."

Oh. Huh. Well that was...interesting. He was glad he hadn't really done anything wrong though.

A smile comes back to his face, nodding.
"Thank you...I could pick what I need now so you could help me now so I won't have to find you later on when I want to go home and possibly interrupt your time or anything like that."

"Yeah, while we're here, let's get it done." He grins, and starts pulling aside the things Seth has said he wants already.

"Anything else?"

"Let me check real quick." Seth signs hastily before taking a quick look around the piles, ending up picking out a couple of more big blankets and two pillows on the bigger side, bringing them to where Gyre had set aside the earlier picks.

"I think that should be everything I need." Seth is smiling, clearly very excited for this pillowfort plan.

"Looks good to me," he signs, grinning and beginning to pick up some of the blankets. He throws a couple over each shoulder, and then a pillow under each arm. He's trying to take as much as he can so Seth has at least one hand free to keep speaking. Gyre can switch to his voice just fine with his arms stuffed full.

"Ready when you are!"

Seth absolutely beams, able to carry what's left with one arm easily enough, nodding and starting to excitedly lead the way, occasionally checking Gyre was still behind him.

Gyre is definitely following close to him. He's only a step behind the entire way, keeping pace easily, except when he has to pause to shift the load around a little. Carrying all these blankets is decidedly unbalanced, but he knows he can make it.

"How far are you?"

How far...?
Oh! Seth quickly takes out his phone, he found it easier to communicate via typing when he only had one hand, smiling.

"Oh, how far is it? It shouldn't be much farther. See that fountain in the distance? We'll take a right there and my place will be pretty much right in front of us at the following T-cross!"

"Perfect," he says softly, pausing once again. This time he sets a couple pillows down, reorganizing the things in his arms completely, before he plucks them all back up, and runs the few steps to catch back up.

Seth blinked a little at seeing Gyre put some of the pillows down, but he shook it off, he could dust them off if needed and they'd be going inside a pillow cover anyway. Smiling he led Gyre to the house he was staying at, where he unlocked the door to let both of them in.

...

Welcome to the house of puppet Gyre. Because they're everywhere.
And clearly been positioned to look like they're doing something.

Well that's terrifying. Gyre actually pauses at the door for a few beats, not because of the puppets, but because going into someone else's house is completely inappropriate. He has to take a second to reassure himself that these people go in each other's houses all the time. It's nothing for them. And this isn't even Seth's actual house probably.

He looks incredibly hesitant as he forces himself to step over the threshold, and into this. This scene. He blinks slowly around, taking in each puppet working away at their task, and a chill rushes up his spine. What the fuck.

"Uh... did it come like this?" It seems like a pretty sick joke for the homeowners to play on a knight.

Seth just...freezes. Oh..right.
He'd been so happy that Gyre had been so willing to help him...
He'd completely forgotten to think about how Gyre would likely react when he saw the house he was staying at...or well, the puppets specifically.

Seth is suddenly far more withdrawn, slowly putting the few blankets and the pillow he was carrying aside on the nearest empty surface, before turning to sign to Gyre.
"No...they're..." A silent sigh. "They're all mine...they're my friends and...they'd get bored if they were just sitting around all day."

Gyre moves into the house a few more cautious steps, and begins to pile all the pillows and blankets down where Seth put his. He's trying to keep the tension out of his shoulders, but he's definitely tense.

"They'd get bored...?" He casts a glance around the place again, feeling this unsure terror grip his chest that these might all have some kind of intelligence. Were they robots? Ghosts possessing imperfect forms? Fuck, Seth, this is a whole hell of a thing!

Seth nods nervously as he goes to a 'group' of smaller dolls and takes out Abigail from his bag, setting her near the dolls and moving her hands to sign to the other dolls, before leaving them to 'chatter' amongst themselves, and then going to move a couple of his bigger puppets near a window, positioning them so they're 'talking' amongst themselves, before finally managing to make himself turn back to Gyre and sign.

"Yeah...so I help them get around...like so...they're all very dear friends of mine after all...even though no-one but me seems to understand them..."

Welcome to Seth's delusions Gyre.

This is a long, weird silence, huh. He watches Seth move from one set of puppets to the next, moving them, signing with their hands?? He doesn't say a single word while this kid puts on this display, only daring to open his mouth when Seth offers an explanation.

A bad explanation but an explanation none the less. "They're possessed...?" he offers cautiously. He's not sure if it's worse if they're possessed, or if they're just plastic and wood and metal. What a weird turn his evening has taken.

Seth fidgets nervously, but still signs back.

"No they're...not possesed. They're not...exactly alive...in the sense we are but... they're still my friends...though most just...find it weird or creepy..."

He visibly slumps in dissapointment at the last part.

Gyre tilts his head. The disappointment strikes him as strange. He absolutely thinks this fuckin one of the weirdest things he's ever seen, but the idea that he might care at all what other people think of his hobbies just bounces off his head immediately. He doesn't get it at all.

"It's a little creepy," he says, staring at a group of puppets who are supposed to be having a conversation. He shrugs after a moment though, returning to signing finally, "It seems harmless though." As long as Seth is happy, he thinks.

He's definitely never going in another adult's house ever again though. He has to wonder if some wild elves have shit like this going on inside their homes. He's glad he never knew, honestly.

The moment Gyre says it's a little creepy, Seth just, deflates. Pretty much completely, hanging his head. The shrug and the latter statement is barely a consolation to him.

He should have known...how could he have forgotten how others tended to view his hobby? Zafika had been fine with it, but even they had only seen Abigail.
He still wanted to be Gyre's friend, after all he'd been kind enough to help him, not to mention know how to actually sign...but he was admittedly hurt that Gyre too found his hobby creepy, even if only a little.

"Oh...I...see..." His signing is slow, his hands faltering.

Damn. This kid really does give a fuck what he thinks? Why?? He tilts his head as Seth deflates, wondering what could possibly be going through his head. He watches those faltering hands with pursed lips, and it takes him a few beats to figure out what he wants to say.

"I don't care. You can do as you please." Is he worried about being rejected? Hopefully this will reassure him a little, he supposes.

Seth nods hesitantly, as Gyre ponts that out. He supposed he should be relieved Gyre said he didn't really care, Seth was always willing to take indifference, however...
He'd seen the way Gyre reacted when entering...and knowing, at least Seth believed so, it was because of his puppets...
Well it really hurt and just reminded Seth of why he'd become insecure about his hobby in the first place. Because it unsettled them and drove them away.
But since he still wants to be Gyre's friend...

He forces himself to smile...it's very clearly forced though.
"Oh, that's...that's good to know. And thank you for the help, really. I appreciate it. If there's something I can help you with just tell me, I'd be happy to return the favor!" He signed, and while he did mean what he signed, and was genuine about his gratefullness and offer, his heart wasn't really in it at the moment.

He tilts his head at that false smile, wondering what it is exactly that Seth wants from him. Wondering why he thinks Gyre of all people is worth faking happiness for. What a strange kid.

Still, if he won't say what he means, then Gyre can't do anything about it. He files it away to ponder later, smiling back at him as he signs, "Of course. I'm happy to help." A pause. "And it was nice getting to know another knight a little better."

Seth honestly found the facade hard to keep up, when the issue was so close to his heart...
And then Gyre told him it was nice getting to know him, another Knight, a little better and the facade just crumbles as Seth face falls as just suddenly feels horrible for trying to put on appearances in front of someone he's supposed to work together and trust in dangerous situations. He of course wanted to be Gyre's friend...but that didn't change the fact he'd tried to fake the happiness.

He buried his face in his hands, honestly just dissapointed in himself. He was just absolutely messing up his interactions with the other Knights, almost as if he was somehow sabotaging himself without realizing it.

"I'm...sorry I...god I'm messing up again, I don't...I just want to be friends with you but..." When he finally signs he looks ashamed but also just...so confused on what to do. Help him out here Gyre. Be forward and blunt when asking like the wild elf you are.

"But?" he signs almost instantly. He's surprised once again, this time that Seth gave the facade up so quickly. He's seen these people hold on to those sorts of facades for months, even years, but his had crumbled so fast. This is better. He'd rather speak honestly then try to dance around whatever Seth was keeping in his head.

"But what? You don't need to apologize, but I can't read your mind, kid. If you say what you mean, it's easier."

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