Day 6: Morning

[wizardseason]

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.

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The Weather

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

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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.

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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.

Comments

[wizardseason]

"You can see." He answers, a slight smirk appearing on his face.

And he offers the clipboard out, all thirty-plus pages covered in varying scribbles. The only things that Gyre will be able to make out are vague sketches of the knights on several pages and, presumably, their names listed under those sketches. The rest of it is made up of notes in a language that Gyre has never seen before.

So uh, that's helpful. Is this even writing?

[sustainer]

He has no idea, but he stares at it for a long time, trying to glean as much as he can out of the sketches at least. He can't pretend he can read this for very long though, and he hands the pile of papers back.

"What language is that?"

[wizardseason]

He watches Gyre look over the pages, watches the way he reads it all, watches his mannerisms and...

When Gyre hands the page back, Six flips to the page that clearly has a little sketch of Gyre and he starts writing again. He's silent for a few moments before his writing slows and he answers:

"I don't know if it has a name, yet."

[sustainer]

He purses his lips very slightly, feeling his skin prickle slightly at the idea that this monster is taking detailed notes about him. Why?? He swallows, his face wrinkling slightly as he tries not to let it bother him.

It doesn't work.

"Will you teach it to me?"

[wizardseason]

Six looks over Gyre, curious why he wants to learn, curious why he's looking at them like that. So they decide to ask both of those important questions, because those questions are important for their notes.

"Why do you want to know, and why do you look bothered?"

[sustainer]

"Communicating is easier when we share a language," he says, reaching up and setting a hand on his clipboard. He's going to try to pull it out of his grip gently, letting him keep it if he insists on it.

"It's also easier when the other person isn't writing down everything I do for... a character??" He still doesn't know what that means exactly. A character like in a story?? What the hell is that about!

[wizardseason]

He does keep it because Gyre already looked at it? And he still has notes to take? Why are you being this way, Gyre, why is this a thing?

"What kind of person makes it easier to communicate with?" He immediately counters, curious about just what kind of person Gyre is expecting or hoping for in this situation.

"And I can't teach you this language, not in a few days."

[sustainer]

He blinks in absolute confusion, letting go of the clipboard.

"Every kind of person. Have you tried to talk to someone when you don't even know the words they're saying?" he asks deeply incredulously, folding his arms.

"Even a few words will help. I would like to learn it."

[wizardseason]

"This is your name." He answers, pointing a finger at a scribble at the top of the page where Gyre's name is scribbled.

"Does that help?"

[sustainer]

Gyre leans over the clipboard, examining the scribble, trying to pick out the letters of it. Six might be trying to be a jerk about this, but Gyre is absolutely serious. He wants to know this language, even if it's only pieces of it for now.

"How do you say it?" he asks softly, glancing at Six out of the corner of his eye.

[wizardseason]

Six squints at Gyre from behind his sunglasses.

"You're asking me to pronounce your own name?" He asks, incredulously, before running his finger along the scribble as he says it out loud:

"Road Loaves Gore Own Though Grow Loke." He says, using the exact same vowel sound for all seven words. Duh. That's Gyre's name.

[sustainer]

His blood runs cold the second he hears this awful man start saying his name. Not even his name. The stilted translation of his name in Common. And then run through some sort of awful word scrambler.

He visibly pales, his hands tightening into fists. He wants to steal that clipboard and snap it over his knee. He wants to punch this person until he never speaks again. He's stunned so completely, he doesn't move for a long moment even though everything in him is screaming to do something.

"Gyre. Is fine," is all he manages eventually, speaking through a completely locked jaw.

[wizardseason]

Six is immediately scribbling notes, taking careful notice of every single way Gyre just responded to that. He looks uh... absolutely giddy in this moment?

"Does everyone respond to their name like this? Or did you want to show me this when you asked me to read your name?" He offers, sounding a little too excited about asking it.

[sustainer]

"No, no," he says, that second 'no' nearly a snarl in his throat. How dare this man talk to him about this!!

"I wanted to know. How to read. This." He takes a deep breath, gritting his teeth hard for a second. "That's not my name."

[wizardseason]

Thankfully Gyre's explanation is enough, and Six brings his other two hands up to hold the clipboard while flipping to a new page to write his name bigger this time.

It still looks like nonsense, but then he's writing it big a third time and it's this time that he adds extra separations between what Gyre would perceive as words. The scribbling is nearly nonsense, but Gyre will start picking up on subtle differences between the lines. The language is made up of core ///// lines for every word, but it's the connections between each diagonal line that seem to define the matching morphological piece of the language.

"But then what's your name, if it isn't this?"

[sustainer]

He takes a step around Six so he can watch the words a little closer. He struggles with alphabets anyway, having not learned to write until nearly high school, but this one seems particularly difficult. He ends up leaning closer and squinting at it, so he's right there when he grits his teeth and tenses up again.

"In Common it's... translated. As 'red leaves gyre on the grey lake'. Gyre is fine," he says, his voice sharp and clipped as he tries to make Six accept this word as good enough.

[wizardseason]

If Gyre thought Six was taking detailed notes before, he's making a ton more scribblings on his sheet now. Apparently what Gyre had explained is worth a detailed notation on what to and what not to do.

"Gyre, then." He nods, a note of excitement in his voice.

"Is everyone's name translated to common? What's my name when it's translated?"

[sustainer]

"No, I..."

He can't do this. He just wanted to find out about the new monster?? He doesn't want to talk about any of this shit. He's not a culture person at all.

"I'm from a different place. We do things... differently. Most people just have a name that's their name. I guess."

[wizardseason]

Well then he should just say so! Because Six is leaning forward with intent curiosity as he digs deeper into this mystery.

"A different place." He repeats, scribbling something down.

"Perhaps a different world?" He explores, hoping Gyre will say yes.

[sustainer]

"A different world... culturally. Same planet," he says hesitantly, looking Six over as he leans so much closer. What is this dude looking for honestly?? He is so confused about all this.

"Only the wizard and the protector are from a different world completely. As far as I know."

[wizardseason]

If it's possible for Six's face to become a :| faster, he doesn't manage it. But he very quickly puts on an absolutely unamused face in this moment.

"Those two are boring. Forty years and nothing interesting." He harumphs before shaking his head.

"Would you say you're a hero or a villain?"

[sustainer]

What a weirdo.

"Neither. What? Why are you asking these questions?"

[wizardseason]

"I can't write a story based on you without knowing your motivation!" He answers, scritching things down still.

"I suppose another neutral character couldn't hurt the story."

[sustainer]

"Do not write a story about me," he says, an edge in his voice that makes it clear he's not interesting in arguing about this. He looks down at the clipboard, and there's a definite urge in him to just uh rip it out of his hands. He resists, but he's definitely glaring a little at Six.

"You don't know me at all," he adds, by way of clarifying in case Six decides he needs more information first.

[wizardseason]

The scritching stops for a moment, but it resumes almost immediately.

"Oh, no, it's already written. You're just inspiration for a more person-like touch!"