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.

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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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When Luka declares that he's not here to kill them, they relax just enough to bring their hands up to the club sandwich and uh...

...messily shove it into their mouth. The first bite crunches through toast, bacon, and crunchy lettuce with loud cronches along with the squishes of tomatoes and lunch meat. They bite once, twice, and on the third the sandwich is gone. It was a full sandwich on two full-size bread slices and they'd obliterated it.

But as they do, the waiter is coming by to take their orders. Sxicq is immediately pointing at the next dish on the menu, the next item after the club sandwich they'd ordered. The waiter hesitantly nods before turning to Luka and quietly asking what he'd like to drink and eat.

And once Luka orders, Sxicq speaks again:

"Aj sefiv us iv."
"No one knows me."

Luka hears Sxicq demolishing the sandwich and its evident in his expression. It's an expression of surprise, mild disgust and a bit of amusement all at the same time. He doesn't even notice the waiter approach until he's asked for his order, for which he's completely unprepared. Frazzled, he asks the waiter for suggestions and ends up with some kind of chicken salad croissant sandwich on its way to him.

"Yeah, I'd guess not." Luka replies, finally. "I've only heard about things you've done... supposedly. But everyone has their versions of events. So I really wanted to talk to you, and hear yours."

Luka had better get ready to hear those sounds again, because it won't be long before Sxicq is demolishing more food. Their dishes never last more than a few moments, apparently they don't savor food at all.

When they speak, Luka will still hear the foreign words of an unknown language but he'll understand their words. It's... still unpleasant to listen to, like a grating headache, but he at least understands.

"No one knows what I have done. Do you want to know to control me?" They ask, eyeing him suspiciously across the table.

Luka shifts in his seat, holding a hand to his temple as the uncomfortable pain seizes him again.

"I'm not so presumptuous to assume I could ever control you." He says, between winces. "I'm only human, after all. And controlling you wouldn't really fix my problems, anyway."

Sxicq watches Luka as he answers, seeming to scan him for... dishonesty? Malice? Any emotion that would give the princess' hidden intentions away. But seemingly satisfied with the absence of those, they lean back in their seat and fold their arms. When they speak again, the intensity of it in Luka's head is a bit less.

"Quecq icqajsiv aj Ci ecqiv?"
"What problems do YOU have?"

"Well, one of them is the probable imminent destruction of my home planet. So that's kind of a big one." Luka folds his arms in a manor that mirror's Sxicq's own. "And I just had my favorite pair of boots ruined. And you know, I've been single for dreadfully long."

There's a playful sarcasm in Luka's tone as he adds the comparably inconsequential problems to the list.

"Aa fenquiv."
"My planet."

They counter his words immediately, a sharpness to their tone before they go on to address his other jokes with... also a joke???

"Qu'iv ivjim raiv seffi."
"I've been single longer."

Like. Forty years trapped single.

"Well, I was born here so... I don't have any other planets. I don't see how this one is any less mine than it is yours. It's not like I came here to take it from you." Luka frowns. What was with these monsters trying to act like he was some kind of planet thief?

"I didn't know you were interested in romance." Luka laughs as the waiter returns and sets a plate in front of him. "They said you look like a child."

"Princess Luka, the Planet Thief" did have a nice ring to it. Meanwhile Sxicq sighs and shakes their head at his statement.

"Ciqu quf' quecq Qu qu aj sqi quiv, ajivsef qu raajra iv."
"This isn't what I want to look like, someone is stopping me."

"That's no good. Who's stopping you and how?" He leans forward. "You should look however you want to. Self expression is important, after all. How would you look, ideally?"

To answer Luka's first question, they point across the table at him and he'll feel it. Like a finger poking him in the chest. You, buddy, and your whole team. All of you are stopping them. But their response to the second question is immediate and simple.

"Qufi"
"Bigger"

"Eh, me?" He points at himself as well for emphasis. "I just don't want my home being destroyed. That's all I'm trying to do."

He pauses in reflection, half-heartedly poking at his sandwich.

"Being bigger is a good goal. We all want it in some way or another. But if achieving it means the deaths of millions, do you still want that?"

They roll their eyes.

"Aj sef' iv qu iv."
"So don't let it be."

And then he starts talking about them getting bigger and that costing millions of lives and they scrunch up their face as he speaks. Their tone is clearly incredulous.

" Qu sef' qu ecq aj ecqiv aj ajra."
"I don't want a body made of bodies."

"It's not that simple. There's all this drama getting in my way." He says, deadpan. "I don't know how your whole... situation works. I've been fed bits and pieces from the Protector and the Wizard, but like I said -- I don't know how reliable either of them are."

He takes a bite of his sandwich, pieces of it falling out the back in a most undignified manner.

"The Wizard, apparently she wants the world to be destroyed this year, like really. She wants you to be able to do whatever you're trying to do... which is, die? I guess. Of course the Protector won't let it happen. He thinks you're going to wear yourself out and that this whole issue will solve itself. Does that make sense to you?"

Really, Luka? If you don't know, then just ask. Like he'd just asked. They lean back slightly as the waiter brings by a burger and they immediately point to order another meal.

"Ecqajra ecq ecqsef."
"Almost all wrong."

As they say it, they reach down to get a good grip on the new burger they've been delivered. They choose to answer him first before utterly demolishing it in a messy, squishy chomping mess that ends the burger's life in three bites. They're not going to judge how Luka eats, which is good.

"Ajci ecqus ecq sqi. Qu qu aj feniv. Us Qu qu feniv ciqu ecq ivfum. Cira ciquiv."
"Both are at fault. I want to leave. Now I can leave this shell behind. Things changed."

Luka closes his eyes, half from the pain of Sxicq's voice and half from frustration in their answers. He decides to take another bite to buy some more time to think.

"But where will you go when you leave? What happens to Earth, to us? What changed?" He fires back rapid questions when he finishes chewing his food. "If I'm wrong, tell me what's right."

"We want this year to be different, too. I don't want any of us to die, including the Protector. But everyone thinks he has to."

They squint at him, deciding to answer his questions in order of importance. They lick their fingers clean of some rogue mustard in the middle of it. Their tongue glows a bright blue, seemingly steaming with a soft mist.

"Qu sef' qu aj ra qu Qu qu qu fen."
"I don't want to die and I want him dead."

"qu' ajra aj qufiiv ecq ecqiv ivaj."
"I'm going to where he came from."

"qu' fenra ecq ecq fiiv. Ci aqci ecq feniv qu sqi."
"I'm leaving the shell here. You should all leave it too."

Luka sighs in response, biting into his sandwiches.

“Well, you’re not the only one who wants him dead, if it pleases you to hear that. He’s only trying to do what he thinks is the right thing. Why should he have to die for that?” He says, through chewing his food. “He told me the place he came from is destroyed. Is that true? If it is, why go there?”

"Ecq' ecq qu ecqsef. Aj ecqsef ciicqiv. Qu qu' fiajjim Qu' qu qu."
"He's bad and wrong. Forty wrong choices. If it's broken I'll fix it."

As they say it, they watch him across the table at the food that he still has while they wait for their next meal. They're still hungry. But they decide to clarify why they want the Protector dead:

"Aj sefiv ecqiv qu ciicqiv aj qu."
"No one made his choices for him."

“You’re right. So he’s made the wrong choice, but his intentions are good, aren’t they? He wants to save the life on this planet and he’s been doing it in the only way he knows that works. Why is it bad enough that he has to die?” Luka asks pointedly.

“I’ve made some shit choices, honestly.” He continues. “But I changed.”

"AJ!"
"NO."

This time, their voice hits like a knife. The raw anger is clear as day in their voice. It takes them a few moments with their fists gripped tight before they relax back against the seat and speak again. The anger is still there in the back of their thoughts, but it isn't bleeding into their words this time.

" Ecq sef qu sefaqraj ajfi ajcifi. Ecq qu feniv ci ecq aj fen."
"He only wants control over others. He will leave you all for dead."

Their sudden outburst of anger hits Luka like a wave: he physically recoils in surprise, straightening in his seat. He stops eating, nearly dropping his sandwich to its plate.

"What..." he starts, but stops again to gather his thoughts. "But what kind of control is he getting from this? Why would he leave us for dead if that's his goal, anyway? A pile of corpses isn't much to rule over."

Edited 2019-11-07 22:26 (UTC)

They're really not the type to just go "oh okay yeah that guy made some mistakes but he's helping all of you so it's fine that i got shattered and trapped in an abyss for forty years. no prob." but they're also not the type to take that out on Luka. But they're also not going to allow him to say "his intentions are good" without a strong opposition to such a ridiculous idea.

If his intentions were good, he would've reversed course year 2. They lean forward again, eyes locked on Luka. The gaze almost has a weight to it, an unmistakable intensity even faced with his blindness.

"Ciivjim xal aj fius iv. Ciusiv firaus qu sefiv xal aj quiv. Qu ecqiv iv qu usecqra aj feniv."
"14 days to suppress me. 351 days to himself. I have felt him readying to leave."

They growl out the words, a sharpness to them this time that feels like they're ready to go kill him right now.

Luka, the Luka Eutychia, shrinks into his chair. His focus drifts down at the table, as if trying to avoid the brunt of the Child's anger, as if it's all directed toward him.

"This is all so beyond me." He says. He props one elbow onto the table, holding his head in his hand. "It's you he wants to control?"

"Iv. Ecq ecqus ecq ecq aj ci sefaqrajiv."
"Yes. He already has all of you controlled."

[ They answer immediately, watching Luka's responses still. ]

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