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pajamabox2019-10-31 08:50 am
wizardseason) wrote in pajamabox2019-10-31 08:50 am
Day 6: Morning
Morning: 6:00am - 12:00noon
[ IRL Timeframe: October 31st - NovemberIn 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.
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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And he can understand them, which makes him more weird.
Luka you're weird.
"Iv. Ciecq qu aa fenqu."
"Yes. That is my plan."
They don't acknowledge him saying it scares the shit out of him. Instead, they answer the question he follows it with:
"Sxicq" (Zzih-k)
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"Sxicq." Luka copies their pronunciation. "That's your name? Mine's Luka, if you didn't already know that."
The waiter comes around to refill water and take their plates, and Luka uses that moment to order himself a massively over-sized sundae. It's probably for a table of people to share, but that's irrelevant.
"Awhile ago, I was able to access magic that came from under the ground. I used it to set a monster on fire. Was that you? Who made that happen?"
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"Qu qu ciecq. Ecq qu ciecq. Ecq fiiv aqrra aj usecqci iv."
"I did that. They did that. They were trying to reach me."
They pause, wondering how he'd tapped into that actually-- Luka wasn't one of their pieces, was he?
"Us qu ci aj ciecq."
"How did you do that."
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Luka cringes internally when he mentions Four. They still feel like a sensitive subject, and he doesn’t want to start any more controversy.
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"My third piece."
They answer his first question, before they move on to the second and offer him a... probably more confusing answer than he wanted in this moment.
" Aa cici raiv aqrra, sqi, aj aa usfi."
"My fourth piece tried, too, for my power."
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This thing is big. They don't make them often, it seems, and he's excited about getting to serve one for once.
"Four... uh... what do you mean? I don't follow."
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"No, they both just wanted to reach me."
They answer before staring down at the sundae. Luka... no human being could eat a sundae of that size.
But they could, and they're about two seconds away from just digging in bare-handed.
"Ecq mur ajcira. ... Qu qu ajiv aj ciqu."
"They knew nothing. ... I want some of this."
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He realizes this offer might have been a mistake as it is likely to disappear more quickly than he'd bargained for.
"So I used magic they were trying to use to reach to... to kill them?" It doesn't sound very good put to words like that. But he had no idea it was coming from them. He thought it was meant to help him this whole time.
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"Uzhfi' quizh."
"That's correct."
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He listens to the sounds of Sxicq scooping ice cream and puts down his spoon. He doesn't mind if they eat the whole thing. If it made them happy it was doing more for them than it would for him, anyway.
"What will you do when you leave this... 'shell'?" He asks after a moment of contemplation. "Do you have like, dreams? Hobbies?"
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"Iqg' fiaqh ci nir ilz, eqg ci nir iqgilz, quuzh fi uqhiqgfi suc quilz."
"I'll watch the suns set, and the suns rise, over a bright new home."
That... really wasn't an answer to hobbies, but it was certainly their current dream.
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"That sounds nice." Luka sighs. "Wait -- 'suns'? There's more than one sun there? Is it super hot?!"
If Sxicq offered to take people there, it should probably be habitable.
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"Qu iqg izgs', iqg izg ... aqvalzeqg."
"No it isn't, it is ... pleasant."
It was completely habitable. Pleasant seemed like the right word to use.
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"I understand the sun setting looks beautiful. I can't remember it, myself. But I'm sure with more suns it must look even better."
Luka thinks about the prospect of moving to an entirely new planet. It still scared him, but there was something undeniably intriguing about the concept.
"It must have been so boring and lonely being locked away for forty years. I can't imagine..."
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"It feels beautiful to watch, like a gentle embrace."
They answer, pausing for several moments to remember their few experiences of traveling the stars. They'd just started to reach out again and again when all of this had started. And now they'd been forced to wait after that little taste and, well, Luka will pick up on the annoyance in their tone.
"Forty eqg qu zirilz ririlz quizh, Iqg iqg qu fisuc azh."
"Forty and not one single more, I will not back down."
There's a brief pause, and then--
"Eqg zirilz qu you iqg usqu ilz."
"And none of you will stop me."
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Luka attempts to pluck a spoonful of ice cream from the sundae. The pile of ice cream scoops has notably shortened.
"Hey, Sxicq," he begins, pausing to taste the ice cream. "Let's say, when you get off this shell finally... that no one else got to go with you. We all had to stay here. Would it bother you?"
He poses the question casually, maybe a bit playfully, but he's waiting on Sxicq's answer.
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"Eqg eqh ci aqhxalilz qu stay, uzhfi' fi fi aqhrailz."
"Why would they choose to stay, that's a bad choice."
Like they'd told Luka before: He should just leave if he wanted to.
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Luka gestures with his spoon as he speaks.
"But that's not what I asked. Would it bother you if people died?"
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But Luka's pressing them on a complex topic, so maybe it's good that it's getting easier.
"Life nireqh qu ilz lost eqgmur iqg eqh aqhxalilz qu live zir. Eqg eqgqu eqg qu live zir nireqh nirus qu qu."
"Life should not be lost when it could choose to live on. Any who want to live on should just do so."
There's a shifting as they fold their arms, eyes locked on Luka as they clarify the most important part.
"Nir Iqg zir' zirkhqu death. Iqg eqg' fiilz quuzhuzh aqhxalilz qu qu die. Iqg iqg qu ilz weighed azh aa quuzhuzh fiilzrir death."
"But I don't control death. I can't make others choose not to die. I will not be weighed down by others accepting death."
They can't and they won't. They don't expect Luka to understand, either, because it isn't his responsibility to know how they think.
But they'll be surprised if he says he understands.
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"How very neutral." Luka places his spoon down gingerly on a saucer. "So we'll all just be able to choose to walk away from the world, if we want to. If nothing gets in our way."
He stands up, dusting off and adjusting his clothes to perfection.
"Thanks for talking to me, Sxicq. I've got some things to attend to, and I think I've heard enough of what you can tell me. The sundae's on me."
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"I uzhaj eqh'izh not bad, fi qu me fiaj fiuzh."
"I think you're not bad, talk to me again later."
They aren't really expecting him to answer, but they wanted to say it.
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Not bad? It was perhaps the mildest praise Luka had heard in a long while (absolutely nothing compared to what heard from fans and sycophants on the daily), but it seemed fairly significant coming from this magical deity that didn't seem to care for much other than voraciously downing meals. Perhaps it was the sundae that won them over, after all.
"Yeah." He responds, slightly flustered from the unexpected comment. "We can watch the suns set."
Luka gives Sxicq a salute-like wave as he makes his way out of the diner. He couldn't spend all morning there. There were more curious matters to attend to.