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.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

"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. ]

"He doesn't have me as controlled as he thinks he does." Luka says, crossing his arms indignantly. "It seems like there's less and less of us on his side, the more I talk with the Knights. He's really fucking up and I'm out here trying to vouch for him, to people who want him dead, like I'm some kind of idiot."

Luka sighs again and pushes his plate away, half-eaten sandwich sitting unloved.

"Even though I know he would kill me without a second thought if he knew. But..." Luka hesitates, but he can't seem to stop his words from coming. "Well, I've been on his side. He supported me, or he said he did. He's never made a move against me, and it would feel wrong to betray him."

That sandwich needs love!

They sit, watching him, listening to him, and when he's done they really don't know why he told them that. Sorry, Luka, they're not going to sympathize in this moment. Instead, they're going to make sure they understand his vague point.

"Aj ci aqr aj aqr qu ivaqrxal ci qura?"
"So you need to see him betray you first?"

He'll be able to pick up on the incredulous tone in their voice as they ask it.

Luka bristles at their tone and feels his face flush hot. He didn't expect the Child to care. None of these magical entities really do. He didn't know what he was expecting, truthfully.

"I have more reason to trust him than not." He says, gritting his teeth in frustration. "I could easily just go back to hanging on his every word, doing as I'm told and cutting down your monsters in the street."

Luka's fist is clenched in his lap. Perhaps speaking to this Child was best handled by someone else. He considers getting up and leaving it at this, but knows that wouldn't leave the best impression.

Luka can take their tone as he wants, but what he's perceived isn't what they're dwelling on. Or intending? Do their words have intentions? Are they aware of conversational norms? Did they know them once and now they've forgotten after being locked in a hole for forty years? Who knew. The only thing for certain is that they're just continuing on like he isn't even mad.

"Ajxal."
"Okay."

They say it like they're fine if he does that? What a weird response. But then they follow with:

"Us aj ci aqr qu aj ivaqrxal ci?"
"How do you need him to betray you?"

“I don’t! I don’t want him to!” Luka raises his voice, exasperated. “Why don’t any of you want to cooperate?! It doesn’t have to be like this, you know?!”

He sinks back into his chair.

“I thought you wanted help. You’re as stubborn as he is, aren’t you?”

They stare at Luka's outburst, very much not following why he's so upset. They haven't had interactions with the Wizard and Protector yet. They're not in a position to know everything. But at the same time, they're very much on their own side. When they respond, Luka will pick up on their confusion.

"Qujim Qu feniv, ecqus ci ajra aj raaj iv?"
"When I leave, are you going to stop me?"

They radiate confusion, unsure of how Luka is about to respond next.

"Ecq qu fen iv ecqfum. Ecq qu iv fen. Cifiiv qu aj sefiv aj sqifiecqiv quci."
"He will seal me again. She will be dead. There is no one to cooperate with."

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