Day 6: Morning

Morning: 6:00am - 12:00noon

[ IRL Timeframe: October 31st - November ~~7th~~ 13th, 2019 ]

In the typically quiet town of Craydon, most residents know that the beach is only a short walk away from the train station at the base of the mountainous region they live in. They've constructed a long wooden path out to the edge of the sandy area, with a number of benches available for any residents. Typically there are a handful of locals either walking, relaxing, fishing, or ocean watching on this normally quiet and uneventful beach. But today, at sunrise, the Wizard and the Protector are on the beach. The Wizard has made short work of sending everyone away but a few have remained to post it to social media.

It's a stalemate, for the most part. For every blow one flings, the other parries it. For every shout, there's one in return. Most unsettling, however, is that they're arguing in a language that isn't native to this world.

Far Haven isn't having an uneventful morning but it is having a quiet morning. The Hospital is looking better after the events of Day 5, the front doors are now available for use and a construction team is hard at work undoing the damage that had been done the previous day. It's definitely not fixed yet, but it's clearly on the way.

That isn't the big event that's drawing people's attention, though. Six, today's monster, has borrowed a chair from inside the hospital's lobby and placed it in the courtyard right outside the front doors. He can be found sitting, one leg propped up over the other and showing off one of the cowboy boots he's wearing, with a clipboard leaned up on his leg. Two of his arms are sitting on the armrests, casually drumming like he's impatient. Two more arms are folded across his front, and the last two arms are holding and writing on the clipboard. His yellow skin is bright as the sunlight hits him, but he's clearly ready for the sun with a pair of aviator sunglasses covering his eyes. Are there multiple eyes under there? He's wearing a cowboy hat with a white bandana around his neck and thick hair(?) bound up in a ponytail dangling off the back of the chair. This monster's a cowboy!

Oh, and there's a huge double-headed axe propped up against his chair. Can't forget that, that's scary.

Bamborough is a strange blend of eventful and not. The Child's boat is back and social media has made no secret of where they headed: Breakfast. The Bamborough Diner, a staple location in the tourist town, has been serving them meal after meal all morning. They're on their sixth meal, stuffing pancake after pancake into their mouth. They've been using the diner's picture-filled menu to order item after item and they haven't repeated one yet. It's time to EAT!

But with all this happening, surely the heroes won't be up to anything else? There's definitely no reason why the Wizard has suddenly chose to go toe-to-toe with the Protector this morning, right? No way, no how.

There's definitely a reason.

Sixth Morning Event:: The Fight.

The Weather
A little foggy.
55°F / 13°C
Uh, grab a jacket, it's actually chilly.

Prompts:

06:00am The Beach, Craydon: Today, at sunrise, the Wizard and the Protector are on the beach. The Wizard has made short work of sending everyone away but a few have remained to post it to social media.

It's a stalemate, for the most part. For every blow one flings, the other parries it. For every shout, there's one in return. Most unsettling, however, is that they're arguing in a language that isn't native to this world.

The heroes can try to get close, but they'll eventually find a barrier in their way. Is your hero here? Are they talking to others? Is there anything they can do? Or do they know more about what's happening than they've told others?

07:00am Harsen Island Regional Hospital, Far Haven: Far Haven isn't having an uneventful morning but it is having a quiet morning. The Hospital is looking better after the events of Day 5, the front doors are now available for use and a construction team is hard at work undoing the damage that had been done the previous day. It's definitely not fixed yet, but it's clearly on the way.

That isn't the big event that's drawing people's attention, though. Six, today's monster, has borrowed a chair from inside the hospital's lobby and placed it in the courtyard right outside the front doors. He can be found sitting, one leg propped up over the other and showing off one of the cowboy boots he's wearing, with a clipboard leaned up on his leg. Two of his arms are sitting on the armrests, casually drumming like he's impatient. Two more arms are folded across his front, and the last two arms are holding and writing on the clipboard. His yellow skin is bright as the sunlight hits him, but he's clearly ready for the sun with a pair of aviator sunglasses covering his eyes. Are there multiple eyes under there? He's wearing a cowboy hat with a white bandana around his neck and thick hair(?) bound up in a ponytail dangling off the back of the chair. This monster's a cowboy!

Oh, and there's a huge double-headed axe propped up against his chair. Can't forget that, that's scary.

08:00am Bamborough Diner, Bamborough: Bamborough is a strange blend of eventful and not. The Child's boat is back and social media has made no secret of where they headed: Breakfast. The Bamborough Diner, a staple location in the tourist town, has been serving them meal after meal all morning. They're on their sixth meal, stuffing pancake after pancake into their mouth. They've been using the diner's picture-filled menu to order item after item and they haven't repeated one yet. It's time to EAT!

0?:00am General Post, Anywhere: Are your characters interacting elsewhere? Are they texting everyone? Put any threads here that don't fit elsewhere with the time and location in the subject.

Procedure:

Reply to the appropriate toplevel comments for events below. Indicate if a post is a private conversation with "Private" in the subject otherwise all threads should be open to interaction with others. Plan OOCly how you'd like to toss everyone around.

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Six's chin tilts up slightly as Haizea approaches, he notes that she doesn't look ready to fight. But then she makes that comment and--

The axe is gone. Instead there are six pairs of silver knuckles laying in an organized pile on the stone where the axe was.

"So you see an axe?" He asks, a small smile appearing on his face as he peers out from behind his sunglasses.

Her eyebrows shoot up as the axe is replaced with the silver knuckles. Magic is so goddamn weird.

"Not anymore, now there's a bunch of silver knuckles instead. Looks like just enough for each hand you got," she says, gesturing with one of her own for emphasis. "Is that your deal? You got some kinda shape changin' weapon like us?"

Good observation, Haizea. He starts scritching down notes on his clipboard as she answers and theorizes what he must be up to. It takes him a few extra moments to look up at her again and answer.

"Are those weapons you would use?" He asks, first, before giving a little laugh at that second question she'd asked.

"Oh, no, I assure you. This isn't my weapon."

"I know how to use them," she replies evasively. No need to put all her cards on the table just yet if she can avoid it, though the fact that they changed into the exact same weapon she's got in her pocket right now is definitely unsettling.

"If it's not your weapon, what is it? Just somethin' you keep around for laughs? Maybe a fun party trick?" Would Six even go to a party if he was invited? She doesn't voice that question just yet.

"Interesting" He mutters to himself, immediately writing something down when she answers that she can use them. That's very, very good to know. It takes him another moment before looking up at Haizea with a wild smile.

"Do parties involve tricks? I've never been to one, but they have been described as "fun" and "a good time" which I associate with tricks." They elaborate on their confusion first before they move on to:

"It's just a test, I made it to tell me about others." It could probably be a weapon against some people, especially if they wielded them, but not right now.

"Sometimes they do. Mostly the kind of tricks you do to show off in front of other people, not so much the kind of tricks you do to fool someone. Or you could do that, but people would probably think you're an asshole," she says, with a bit of a laugh. "Parties are fun though, you oughta go to one someday."

She raises her eyebrows at his last statement. "You made that yourself? How?"

"Do you host many parties?" He immediately follows, an unmistakable glint in his eye that says he'd be very interested.

"Are there often showing-off tricks at the parties you host?"

And then there's that last question and, if Haizea looks again, the knuckles are now back to an axe and back to leaning against the chair.

"I imagined it and it became real."

"Mm, not much of a host, bein' honest. Mostly go to parties thrown by other folks," she says with a shrug. This isn't a lie, but it's not as if she had no hand in them. Keeping a rowdy gang happy and loyal depends a lot on morale, and parties are great for that.

"I got a couple of tricks I go to, when the mood strikes me. Check this out," she pauses, and fishes out a coin from her back pocket. "Now, try to keep your eye on the coin. All six of 'em, I guess," she says blithely, before flipping the coin across her knuckles a few times, before it seemingly disappears. She flips her hand forwards an backwards a few times, the coin still nowhere to be found... until she suddenly flips it into the air and catches it. When she opens her fist, it's empty! Where did the coin go?

She doesn't comment at Six's explanation of imagining it, deciding that it's probably just more magic stuff that doesn't make sense.

He watches the coin from behind his sunglasses, carefully and quietly, until when she's finished he offers a hand out to take it.

"Let me try." He asks.

And uh, if she gives him the coin, he'll reproduce the trick exactly. Like he'd known it all along. Like he'd practiced it to perfection. How the hell?

"I like it!"

She raises an eyebrow and flicks the coin over to him, from her other hand. How'd it get over there?

As he reproduces the trick, she watches, eyebrow still raised. When he finishes she lets out a low whistle, impressed.

"Y'know, learnin' little tricks like that is easier for me than most folks, but even I had to practice a few times before I got it down. Maybe that's your thing, you learn real fast? Or, since you imagined something that became real, maybe it's just that your real power is in your mind." She can't help but try to imagine what it'd be like to fight Six, and is cataloguing these facts while they speak.

Six has a big smile in response to Haizea's compliment. There's a quick flick and the coin is sent in an airborne arc back towards her. How's your reflexes Haizea? It's an easy catch, but it wasn't announced.

"I'm good at putting on a show." He half-confirms, more cryptic of an answer than an actual explanation.

"Thanks for showing me."

Her reflexes are pretty good, and she manages to snag the coin when it comes back at her.

"No problem, it was kinda fun to teach it to you," she shrugs in response, putting the coin back in her pocket. She hesitates a bit before speaking again.

"So... are you thinkin' to fight us? Or are you like Four, and just wanna play a game? Maybe show off some more? I'd be happy to teach you some more tricks," she says lightly, and winks.

"I'll be putting on a show later today. You and all the others are invited." He answers immediately, stopping his scritching on his clipboard for a few moments before resuming.

"Make sure you spread the word."

"A show, huh? I'll see if I can make it," she says, evasive for no real reason. "Maybe you could give me a little preview? See if it's worth my while or not."

She has every intention of going, but first she absolutely wants to see how much Six is willing to put up with. You can learn a lot about someone by giving them a hard time.

"Oh no, you'll never live it down if you don't go." He counters, pretty set on insisting that everyone be there.

"It won't work if everyone isn't there." He adds, apparently unwavering even in the face of Haizea's seeming wishy-washiness.

She raises an eyebrow at his reaction. Very interesting.

"It won't work? What, is this some kinda magic show and you need enough volunteers for each trick? Or do you just want a nice big audience?" She says that last part a bit fondly, like a parent who's figured out that their kid is just acting out to get their attention.

"I want a big audience, but also there can't be a hands-on puppet show if there aren't hands for the puppets!" He answers, his smile as clear on his face as it is in his voice.

"It's a story that has to be told!"

A puppet show? Of all the possible performances Haizea expected Six to put on, a puppet show did not even cross her mind. What the fuck. That's weirdly cute??

"Y'know, that makes sense," she says, smiling in spite of herself. "I'll do my best to make it, I definitely wanna hear this story now."

She pauses, thinking a bit. "Do you make your own puppets by hand? Or can you just imagine them and they appear, like that axe?"

"If I told you that, wouldn't it ruin the secret?" He counters, flipping his clipboard a page and scribbling something down.

"I'll tell you after the show! You and everyone else."

"Oooh, trade secret, huh? I'm good at keepin' secrets, but I can also be patient. I'll look forward to learnin' how they're made after the show."

She watches him scribble on his clipboard some more before speaking again, gesturing to his clipboard as she does.

"Hey, can I ask; what language do you write in? Just Common, or do you know any other languages? I'm better at writing in Faridan than in Common, personally."

He has a big smile as she agrees to be patient, focusing on his scribbles for a moment before she asks about them.

"This language I'm writing doesn't have a name. I could write common, but it's slower." He answers, looking thoughtful for a moment before admitting:

"And my vocabulary isn't as large."

Haizea nods sympathetically. "If we're bein' honest, I ain't much good at writin' in Common OR Faridan. Never went to school proper, so I just had to pick stuff up as I went along. Faridan was easier just cause that's what all the signs and stuff back home are written in. My handwritin' is pretty bad though no matter what," she says sheepishly, thinking of all the times she'd had her kids write things for her.

She thinks for a moment after that though. "If that language don't have a name, why don't you give it one?"

"It isn't mine to name." He answers immediately, his hand stopping dead on the page before he looks up at Haizea with surprising intensity.

"I've never been taught, I don't know what's proper, but I know this writing is right. It isn't mine, but it's right." He explains, looking back down to his scribbles to run his finger over the curved lines of text he's written out.

"Mine to tell a story with."

"Who gets to name, it then? Or do you not know?" Haizea inquires, looking down at the text Six has written. It certainly doesn't look like any writing she's seen before.

"Maybe you oughta work with a translator and write a book. I bet everyone would wanna read a story written by you, maybe after all this is done," she says. She's not lying to him, she does think that people would want to read his story, but there's something in her tone that belies her uncertainty that there will be a time after this when Six could publish his story.

"Don't know. Whoever created it, probably." He gives a little chuckle as he answers. It helps when she follows with that dream of an idea and he can't help himself as he answers:

"Perhaps on another world, in another life." He scritches something in the top corner of the page, this one looks like a little stick figure Haizea giving a thumbs up. Cute.

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