Day 2: Evening

Evening: 5:00pm - Midnight

[ IRL Timeframe: April 14th - April 22nd, 2019 ]

Unfortunately for everyone, the second day's events are far less rewarding than the first day's. Now that things are starting to get real, there are consequences for what's taken place. Both monsters caused a bit of damage and a mess with their departure, but the locals on the island are trying to stay positive. Sometimes things just get messy, they've dealt with this for forty years it's fine.

But the heroes are sure to have a lot on their mind. Injuries mean it's less of a game and more likely to sink in as real. How will your hero cope tonight? The Princess and her two knights are due for a rendezvous with the Protector and, on the other hand, there are some evil-allured knights due for some private time with the Wizard. What will come of that?

The Weather
Still.
61°F / 16°C
An eerie calm has fallen over the island.

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05:00pm Clean-up Crews: Both Bamborough and Craydon were left with big neon-green splashes of blood that aren't going to just wash off. Numerous locals in both areas are hard at work cleaning up after the second monsters, scrubbing at buildings and assessing the damage to the island. In Bamborough, the locals are hard at work trying to salvage the damage to the boardwalk or put up caution tape around the destroyed areas. Is your hero lending a hand in all this? Is someone else helping? Bond over picking up the pieces, but hey... it could be worse, right?

5:30pm, Craydon: Despite being largely untouched by the monster's arrival, the citizens of Craydon have dropped by the train station to check in on the heroes. Anyone in the area will be given a small care package of items and offered a free coupon for any restaurant in the area. Will your hero go alone and run into someone who was craving the same food they were, or will they team up with their fellow heroes to drop by a restaurant together? Everyone needs to unwind, after all!

5:30pm, Bamborough: Despite the boardwalk damage, the Bamborough oceanfront diner is offering 'monster margaritas' tonight. They're set up as an open-air bar tonight, doors and windows open to let in the cool sea air. Every hero gets their first monster margarita free if they can stomach the bright green color, and they've got deep fried bar foods for half off. Come in, indulge, have a drink to get your mind off of the events of the day, heroes!

5:30pm, Far Haven: The Far Haven clinic has advertised that its doors are open to any hero injured, or just in need of a check-up, for the rest of the evening. They want to check in on all the heroes and make sure they're okay. Did your hero come alone and run into someone here? Or did they come together to get stitched up? Or maybe they just need to be reassured that everything will be okay.

8:30pm, 9:05pm, 9:40pm, Train station(s): As always, Social media is incredibly quick to report Wizard appearances. At 8:00pm they report that the Wizard is waiting for the train in Bamborough station. She does, in fact, board the train at 8:30pm and they start theorizing where her destination is. Social media points out that her train will be arriving in Craydon at 9:05pm, then it will get to Far Haven by 9:40pm. If a hero tries to find her when the train arrives back in the Bamborough station at 10:15pm, though, the train will be empty. Where will your hero find her? Bamborough between 8 and 8:30pm? On the train in Craydon at 9:05pm? Or when she disembarks in Far Haven at 9:40pm?

Procedure:

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Blue hair is hard to ignore, doubly so when it belons to someone Garrot is friends with! Triply so when that someone was injured and later magically unconscious! So when Garrot sees Haizea walk in, he stops what he's doing and beelines right to her.

But he's not exactly stealthy, and he makes sure to stop her waiter to inform them that "The blue haired woman's tab should be added to mine. Yeah, more for the Murtakhor/Hamilton bill." She may likely be able to hear him before he slides into the seat next to her. His pants are still splattered with blood, and his tanktop is nowhere to be seen. It's not like anyone will stop him from walking around shirtless, he's a Knight!

"How are you feeling? Did it work?" Garrot has implemented his ultimate attack, Death By One Thousand Probing Personal Wellness Questions. His smile seems forced, and his eyes keep darting towards those bandages. "Are you okay?"

She raises an eyebrow when Garrot puts her order on his tab. Is he prepared for how many onion rings she's about to fuckin' DESTROY???

"Pretty sure it did, check it out," she says and pulls the bandage on her arm back. There's a visible scab, but it's knitted together nicely, looks like it's at least two weeks into healing. "I don't think that one will scar, but I'm kinda hopin' this one will," she gestures to her bandaged head. "With any luck it'll look cool, and if it don't then I guess I'll just start growin' my sidecut out? Maybe see about shifting it to the other side..." she trails off, musing on what she can do with her hair. If she makes it back her hair stylist will have something to say about it, at least.

"So yeah, I'm pretty okay. Don't think there's any lasting harm to anything but my pride," she says, laughing only a little bit bitterly.

Garrot has no idea she's about to deplete the entire island's reserves of literally every ingredient used in onion rings, and he doesn't care. He's ludicrously wealthy, after all! But his ears perk up and his eyes widen at the scabbing on her arm. It worked so fast! Magic is bullshit and he kinda loves it. And when she brings the focus to the bandages on her head, Garrot only looks to the ceiling and begins imagining what Haizea might look like once everything's healed.

"You can always cover it with a tattoo if you're embarrassed!" He's playful, trying to get a laugh out of her, because that's better medicine than magic. And then he gestures towards his, well, entire upper body. Very tattooed. It's a real thing people do after surgeries, and a side-of-the-head tattoo doesn't sound totally off-brand for Haizea.

But then Garrot pauses for a moment, words on the tip of his tongue. He wants to say she's still able to fight, still alive, and that's what matters, but he knows they both know that. He can pick up enough on that bitterness and his pride is plenty wounded with how little he helped during the fight itself, so he can empathize.

"Fuck your pride, scars are hot." Garrot's chosen to build her up instead, waggling an eyebrow suggestively before crossing his arms in front of his spot on their table. Between his elbows and wrists are a surprising amount of faded nicks and cuts. He's complimenting himself as much as Haizea, let's be honest.

At his suggestion of a tattoo she smiles thinly. “I got one of those already and one’s enough for me. Nah, if it scars then it scars! I’ll see how I feel about it once it shows up, no use worryin’ ‘bout it now.”

She sighs. “The pride issue, it’s less ‘bout gettin’ hurt and more ‘bout gettin’ hurt so bad so early. That was only monster number two and I was careless enough to get hurt so bad that I needed magic goddamn healin’! Hell, Seth even took the healin’ better than me, the boy didn’t wake up in a hospital room like I did after I guess passin’ out in front of you all?!” She’s frustrated now and runs a hand through her hair. She groans a little before breathing out heavy through her nose to calm herself down.

Finally she does manage to crack a smile. “You’re right, though. Scars are hot.” She reaches her hands out tentatively towards his arms, eventually hovering over a noticeable one on his right forearm. While she doesn’t ask ‘May I?’, the question is there.

While Garrot snarkily raises an eyebrow at her opinion that one tattoo is enough, he doesn't fault her for wanting to wait and see. But as she vents her frustrations, he honestly just wants to hug her. Zea's safe and that's what counts, but instead he just gently moves his arm into her waiting hands. Touch away, Dragon Knight! He'll take the chance to lecture now, though, since she's paying so much attention to him already.

"If Seth had a head lac like that, we both know he'd have conked out on the spot." He chuckles, notsomuch at the boy's expense but more to show how hardcore Haizea is. "Plus, Rory tripped and fell on her face yesterday, and," a moment of realization strikes, "we should get her to visit Mr. Torrence too. Point is, you're doing fine!."

But then Garrot sighs, his eyes redirecting to stare at the table. "You dropped fuckin' lightning, so you did a hell of a lot more today than I did."

She runs her callused fingers over his forearm gingerly, tracing the line of the coiled dragon. At one point, she finds a curved scar that was incorporated into the curve of the dragon's back and smiles. Maybe he had a point about the tattoo cover up. As she examines his scars, he might be able to see hers; most are very small or faded, she's lucky in that she doesn't scar too easy. There's a noticeable long thing one on her palm that mirrors on the underside of her fingers.

"I dropped lightning by accident," she laughs a little. "I didn't even know I could do that and the effort nearly knocked me out. I'm lucky you showed up and that Seth was able to drag it into the ocean, I would've been completely open to any counterattack otherwise." She clenches a fist and opens it a few times. She wants to figure out how to practice with her lighting, but it's more destructive than her other powers and she doesn't want to accidentally hurt anyone with it.

He sees that scar on her palm as she checks him out, and Garrot is... curious, to say the least. So much so that he almost wants to ask, but instead just listens as Haizea talks about everything she things she did wrong. Garrot doesn't like this, doesn't like seeing someone so cool just tear herself down like that. So the next time her fist opens, his hands claps around it.

"You still dropped the lightning, Zea." He breathes out quickly, and then keeps going. "You're still doing damage. You're still alive, so what's it matter?!" It's only then that he realizes he was raising his voice a little, though it wasn't obvious from the din of the the crowds around them. So he lets go, turning a little red in the face. He didn't even ask if that was okay, and-

"All I did was walk in after the fact and clean up." He rolls his eyes, just as displeased with his progress so far. "With Terrence's healing, we don't even need me around!" Garrot is, of course, forgetting his many contributions already. It looks like they're both having some trouble rising to the heroic occasion!

Most people if they were to grab Haizea's hands without her explicit permission would find themselves slammed to the ground in ten seconds flat. But when Garrot grabs her hand with both of his, she's momentarily distracted entirely. 'His hands are so big,' she thinks, 'how does he even use a cell phone?' Congrats Garrot, you're in the small minority of people who can touch her without immediate violent repercussions! When his words finally penetrate her cloud of thoughts, she frowns at him.

"Do you think the only value you have is in being a doctor? You think just 'cause someone else can heal, you ain't needed? You're wrong. Terrence may be able to make bodies heal fast but I bet he can't set a bone, or diagnose an illness, or do that- that thing where doctors put a tube in your throat so you can breathe?" She's reaching the limits of her very vague medical knowledge.

"And outside that, you're strong. I remember you in the ring, you were like a force of nature. You're kind, you're funny, you're reliable, normally you're a great dresser," she pauses and gestures to all of him, Garrot why haven't you changed out of your monster blood soaked clothes!!, "and while I wish none of us had to be here for this bullshit game, I feel better knowing you're here."

She's a little embarrassed by saying all that, and while she doesn't easily blush, she does seem to be looking away from him more than is necessary. Where are those onion rings! She would like a distraction, please!!

Garrot's wounded ego has him rapt at attention: yes, he can set bones and diagnose illnesses (hopefully not relevant here), and intubate and do tracheotomies and oh shit, the Unkillable Zia thinks he's a damn good fighter and she just. Keeps. Going. So when she looks away (and why is she looking away?! they're having a moment and Garrot is here for it!!) he takes a moment to think, and-

"The problem is that we're getting upstaged by people who have no idea what the fuck they're doing, and they're like half my age." He didn't want to be rude and guess her age, especially because she's elven enough he'd be very, very wrong. "We know what we're doing, we're teaching them, and they're already surpassing the masters!" Garrot actually sounds a little angry about that. Seriously, what a buncha upstart little badasses!

"So we just have to, y'know," a plate of onion rings arrives, the first of a functionally infinite amount, and there are more on a cart nearby, "kick some ass!" Garrot takes a moment to snatch an onion ring and inhale it. "As soon as a monster isn't constantly running away or, like, sixty feet in the air, we're gonna destroy it!"

She grins at him when he starts ranting about the kids these days. What next, is he gonna tell them to get off his lawn?

“The problem is these powers,” she says, then twirls a finger in the air, stirring up a slight breeze that she sends over to Garrot to ruffle his hair. “They can be the great equalizer, huh? Aside from us and Zafika and maybe Gyre, though I haven’t seen him fight yet, none of them would be able to do the amount of damage we do normally. But Gail killed the first one ‘cause of his magic speed and Seth got the second one ‘cause of his magic wires. I think...” she trails off, stirring her drink pensively for a moment, “I think both of us are probably bein’ too hard on ourselves. We’re set in our ways and think we know how shit works, but magic like this means we know nothin’, not really.”

When the onion rings appear she digs the fuck in, at least three disappear down her gullet in about 30 seconds. “The moment we get a monster that fights us with fists, I think we’ll both be able to really show these kids what we can do,” she says, and grabs another onion ring, biting into it just a bit aggressively.

"See, we're paying attention! We got this! We're gonna kick so much ass!" And then he laughs, because Garrot's getting hyped up! So he reaches out to grab another onion ring, unceremoniously tossing it into his mouth. So another Garrot reaches out to grab another onion ring unceremoniously tossing it into his mouth. Because there's two Garrots now. There's another one sitting next to him.

"I mean, I really wouldn't wanna be on the other end of two of me!" And then both of the Garrots consume another pair delicious fried ellipses. The newcomer immediately leans in towards the middle of the table, looking distraught.

"It doesn't feel like I'm eating..." The words are almost whined out, and his ears start to comically droop. Garrot Prime follows suit, similarly disheartened by the occurrence. Neither is aware that Haizea might not be Mentally Prepared for this entire situation, because this is just Murtakhor Business As Usual now.

She’s glad to see his mood improve, but then suddenly there’s. Two of him?? She’s never actually seen him use his power, not when she’s been fully aware of her surroundings at least, and she jumps just a bit when the second one appears. Once she calms down she grabs an onion ring and points it at him accusingly, first at one Garrot and then the other.

“Y’all oughta give people a warnin’ when you pull this shit!” she shoves the onion ring into her mouth then, thinking about what the secondary Garrot said. “Do you not taste the onion ring, or do you just not feel like it’s fillin’ you up?”

"It's not like I went anywhere!" And of course Garrot Prime just starts laughing, because that reaction was priceless. Accusatory onion rings, that's new! But then the second Garrot chimes in, torn between eagerness and despair.

"I could taste it, but it didn't fill me up!" He whines at this revelation, it's really not great for Garrot's meal planning. "So I'm still hungry, and I can keep eating, but I'll never want to stop..." The clone sighs, but then he looks at Haizea and his ears perk up and he's smiling! "That ribbon's a really pretty shade of red, have I mentioned that?"

"You-!" Garrot Prime's eyes go wide, and he nudges the clone in the shoulder. Forcefully. "Sorry, if I don't keep an eye on him, he'll say whatever the hell he wants." And now they're both blushing, and rubbing at the backs of their necks. Looks like there's still a lot of stuff the Monkey Knight hasn't figured out.

She's thinking about the logistics of how secondary Garrot eats, like, where does the food go?? It can't just vanish, does it end up in Garrot Prime's belly somehow? But then she's a little blindsided by his compliment? And then he's embarrassed? And oh, this might be fun!

"Would you like to see it?" she asks secondary Garrot, placing a hand on the ribbon. Her hair is down tonight, so she'd tied her ribbon around her neck like some cross between a necklace and an ascot.

"Also, I don't mind," she says, turning to Garrot Prime, "you can let him say whatever he wants." She winks, grinning.

"What, no- I- He-!" Garrot Prime can't help but stammer for a moment after the wink, before he and the clone both lean in and look at the ribbon. It's a very nice red, and he can see why she keeps it around! It's versatile, like his bowties!

"It's not like that." Garrot isn't sure what he thinks Haizea thinks it's like. "You know how sometimes you have to stop yourself from saying or doing the first thing that comes to mind?" It's called having impulse control, Garrot. "Well if there's another me around, I have to do that for me and him. Or else he says stuff like that. Or worse."

He sighs, and brings his hands to his face. The clone eats another onion ring, and then starts talking while Garrot is lamenting his life. "I hope your head lac heals up well, Zea, but if it looks weird I know a plastic surgeon who can work on it a bit!"

A beat as Garrot Prime stares incredulously, realizing he can't even be mopey without a clone latching onto something. Fucking fuck his life.

Oh man, this is so good. Haizea just grins while Garrot explains his impulse control problem and then laughs when clone Garrot suggest plastic surgery, to Garrot Prime's chagrin.

"Thanks, I hope it heals up well too. If it don't though I might take you up on that, maybe get my nose sorted out too," she says, still laughing, before turning to Garrot Prime. "You know, as far as magic drawbacks go, dealin' with a lotta off the cuff honesty is a pretty entertainin' one to have. Well, entertainin' for me, at least!"

Garrot is lucky that Haizea isn't easily personally offended by much, unless he manages to touch on a Sore Spot, which is very hard to do, she keeps them quite guarded.

Garrot just groans, and brings both hands to his face at the idea of being that kind of entertaining for people. He can crack jokes and do little acts but right now he's the butt of the joke that is himself and himself and himself and he's not a fan. The clone disappears in a puff of golden-bronze glitterdust as the hands are dragged down his face.

"But that's the thing, it's a problem!" There's a sharp exhale through his nose, and he snatches up another onion ring. "I'm already letting stupid shit slip out and making things awkward with people," and he will continue to do so, yikes, "and what if I can't stop it?!" A beat, and he looks terrified. "What if I accidentally spill our plan in the middle of a fight?!"

He's supposed to have his shit together, supposed to be the one helping people, and he has no clue what to do about this.

“Hmm... maybe we should get some gags for your clones,” she muses, not really being serious. “How much can you control them? Clearly not fully, or else you wouldn’t have the issue with them babbling, but can you make them not speak at all? At least while in a fight, that might be the easiest way to solve the problem.”

Honestly, she’s glad she doesn’t have Garrot’s powers, the last thing she needs is some kind of fully honest version of herself spilling the beans on all her secrets and feelings.

"I... I don't know." Garrot sounds ashamed of that. "I didn't even know I could do this until last night!" He's veered into frustration, and his elbows thunk onto the tables as his hands cradle his face.

"Then we had the gym this morning," and that was incredibly busy, "the monster in the afternoon," and the medical work that came afterwards, "and tonight's busy..." but he won't say he's got a dinner date with an assassin in his own home across the island. "I haven't even used them in a practice fight, because I haven't had the time!"

Poor guy's real frustrated, all his power has really done is embarrass him so far.

She smiles sympathetically. "Y'know, we mighta both concentrated too much on helpin' out everyone else and not enough on ourselves. Maybe if I'd practiced more beforehand I woulda figured out lightning earlier and wouldn'tve had to run around shootin' wind like a kid playin' with a leaf blower," she says, with a slight chuckle.

"I think what we both need is some real hard trainin' of our own."

"Yeah!" He's energized by Zea's admission. She's right, though, they haven't been working on themselves, and it's not like the others have been running into any trouble. Hell, they're showing the trained fighters up left and right! But then he raises an eyebrow.

"Do you have any idea how you're going to train your powers?" Garrot doesn't sound too worried as he asks that, partially because he already has ideas for how to train his own. But dropping lightning? That's complicated.

She sighs. "I'm not really sure. When I was gettin' the hang of wind and rain, I just tried to get some distance from people, but lightnin' is way more dangerous. If I'm not able to aim it, I could hurt someone, or cause some real damage. Maybe if I hiked up the mountain...?" she trails off, thinking about the practicalities of that.

"Aim for lightning rods in Far Haven!" Garrot's eager to help, the widening of his eyes matched by the perking up of his ears and his smile. "We're on an island, storms happen all the time, and that's where all the tall buildings are!" But then he goes silent, eyes darting around like he's nervous.

"And when you feel comfortable with that, you could try to hit buoys out in the ocean?" He sounds less confident about this one, honestly. But he's trying! Because he thinks weather powers are cool, and he doesn't want Haizea to get hurt from not knowing her powers... or at all, really.

"Hmmmmm!" Haizea rubs her chin a bit in thought. "Even if I could hit the buoys, wouldn't I just electrocute any fish or anything nearby? Might be a decent way to fish up dinner though, if I could get the hang of it," she says with a grin.

"I'll start with Far Haven though, hopefully if I can't aim the lightning it'll just hit one of those rods and not anything else, at least," she shrugs a bit. She really is hoping she has good control over the lightning, a weapon that you can't predict might as well be useless.

"You'll get to the buoys, don't worry." He believes in you, Zea! At least his idea has grown on him. "Besides, your life is a lot more important than a buncha stupid fish!"

He blushes just a bit, it's obviously the drinks, and tosses another onion ring into his mouth. Monch cronch. "I mean, if you don't get to figure it out because of some fish, the world could end and then the fish die anyway." It seems like he's a lot more willing to encourage others than himself right now.

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