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

Wait what just happened there? His eyes widen, and his attention snaps to Fen, completely losing track of the kid for now.

"You can understand them, Fen? Is... Are they the person you could hear sometimes?"

Fen is practically an excitement sun, shining with a barely contained enthusiasm and eagerness that would be blinding if it were tangible.

"I can and yes, they are!" They motion across the table at the child who is uh...

...staring longingly towards the kitchen.

Where is their omelette.

They're hungry.

Lord, Fen is so enthusiastic. Now that that enthusiasm has a little direction, he really appreciates it though, grinning down at them.

"I'm glad you could meet them!" he says brightly, glancing at the child. He follows their gaze up and over to the kitchen, realizing they're looking for more food. He should distract them until it comes, he decides, and he folds his arms on the table.

"How are you feeling?" he asks them after a second, opening a hand to hopefully bring their attention back to him.

You know that animation in Animal Crossing when a villager is so excited that they have an aura of flowers and sparkles radiating out from behind them? That's Fen right now when Gyre says that. They're so! Pleased!

Gyre's attempt to get Sxicq's attention back works and they turn towards him--

Their whole face is eyes.

Every single bit of space on their face is filled with eyes for a brief moment before all the extras blink closed and vanish into their gem skin. (Ha ha, what the fuck?) They look over him for a moment before turning to Fen and speaking in that same language that won't show up in this tag because a certain someone didn't copy the requirements of how to write it off of a home computer. Way to go, certain someone! But that doesn't matter, because Fen nods at them before chiming in beside Gyre:

"They said they're hungry." They answer and--

As if on command, the waiter swings by with the omelette, setting it down-- and the child is insistently pointing at two more items. Deep fried onion rings and... a triple-stack burger? The waiter looks nervous and glances towards Gyre to see?? If he?? Wants?? Anything???

Sxicq, meanwhile, wastes no time in taking heaping handfuls of the omelette and stuffing them into their mouth. Gomf gomf gomf.

Gyre doesn't! know! why! the waiter is still there!! He keeps glancing awkwardly up at them, his eyes flicking between them and the child every few moments. Why is this person hovering? What do they want??

"I uh... I can tell," he says slowly, peering up at the waiter while the child over here demolishes an omelet. He's suddenly very aware of where he is and how little he understands the etiquette of these places. It's way too distracting for him, and the kid looks busy anyway.

"I would like to talk with you sometime. It doesn't have to be now. If you and Fen want to eat together, I'll uh, sit outside or something," he offers to the two of them, shifting in his chair to stand and get away from this suddenly too noisy place.

"C- Can I get you something?" The waiter asks, desperately, even as Gyre starts to get up.

Sxicq makes a comment and Fen immediately chimes in:

"Why are you leaving? Didn't you want to talk to them?" They sound massively confused, inching closer towards Gyre and--

They bite the hem of his shirt to stop him from leaving.

"Mrmph-!"

Oh my god Fen. He stops when they grab his shirt, putting a hand on their head and plopping back down. He scritches gently around their ears, tilting his head at them slightly. How cute.

First, he looks up to the waiter, shaking his head very slightly. "No. I'm fine. Just keep helping them," he says, gesturing towards the child.

The child who he's now going to focus on, folding his free arm across the table while he continues to scratch around Fen's head. "I... want to help you. You want to get away from here, right?"

Sxicq watches Fen put his hand on Fen's head, scritching behind their ears, a soft smile appearing on their face as Fen straight-up falls asleep and curling up against Gyre's leg.

The waiter, meanwhile, stammers before rushing off. Okay! Fine! Bye! Time to submit that order!

At Gyre's inquiry, they wait for several moments before they nod in response to him. Yes. That is the core idea of what they want.

Oh no. He continues to scritch at Fen's ears, smiling for a moment as he feels them relax only to tense up immediately as he realizes this means his translator is gone. God dammit. He doesn't want to wake them up just for a thing like that, but he's not sure how to continue. This subject is way too complicated to be limited to yes/no questions.

He chews his lip, watching them for a few beats longer. Guess he'll have to do his best for now.

"Uh, right, I want to help, but you... Do you want to hurt people? I need to keep them safe, too."

Fen is out like a light unless Gyre's going to wake them. But at Gyre's question, Sxicq squints over their omelette before taking a handful of it and chowing down. It's only once they've swallowed that they give their answer.

They hold a single finger out in front of them. One.

"Ivi." They declare.

And then they're back to shovelling food into their mouth. That omelette never stood a chance.

He purses his lips very slightly, watching them eat. He's got three guesses about who the one could be, but he's pretty sure he won't need them all.

"The Protector?" he asks softly, letting his hand settle gently on top of Fen's head. He'll pet them occasionally, but the scritches are done for now.

Ding ding ding. They nod when he guesses the protector, but that's all the answer Gyre gets because they're lifting the plate up to their face to scrape the remaining bits of food off of it.

And then they take a bite out of the end of the plate, the horrible sound of ceramic shattering in their mouth filling the air.

They look completely unfazed, crunching and swallowing it before making a face at the plate and then setting it down. Apparently it wasn't tasty.

"Oh, wait--" he starts as they bring the plate to their mouth, raising a hand off of Fen to stop them. He goes very still when they just bite through it like it's nothing, watching them as they chew and swallow. There's something very protective in his gaze, a tension in his body so he can jump to help if they can't actually swallow a bunch of ceramic??

But they sure do do that, and he laughs in surprise when they put the plate down in distaste.

"Looks like it didn't taste very good?"

They nod when Gyre confirms what they'd just experienced. It didn't taste good. It was awful. They point at the plate and hold up their other hand, commenting as they bring all their fingers together in a crushing movement.

"Qu ecq fifenfenqu."

And they they wave out their hand like they're disposing of something unpleasant. Truly terrible, that plate.

Gyre makes a short, amused sound, grinning at them. He doesn't know exactly what they said, but he can get the gist of it anyway. This is working for now, he supposes.

"I've never seen any of them eat one before. I don't think you're supposed to," he says, thoughtfully looking around the room. This, of course, reminds him of exactly where he is, and a little shiver rushes down his spine. He shakes his head, looking back to Sxicq and trying to focus on them alone again.

"Sorry, uh... you're... magic, right?"

They nod at him when he says they're not supposed to eat it, and they lift the plate up again to hold it up in front of their face. When he asks if they're magic, they nod. A moment later, there's a flickering of blue running through their arm and their eyes glint and--

The remaining plate that's in their hand bursts into blue flames. There's no smoke and, seemingly, no heat. It's like it's just on fire.

Moments later, the plate sizzles to dust and lands on the table. They glance down at the little dust pile, brushing it to the side.

Across the restaurant, the waiter is freaking the fuck out. What the hell!!! They don't want to bring the next dish over if it's gonna get burned!

Oh my god?? Gyre also freaks the fuck out, raising a hand and snapping a shield around the flame automatically. His eyes widen enormously and he yelps.

"Stop, stop!" he shouts, standing and knocking poor Fen off his leg. It takes him a second to realize that the fire is just burning out, and he releases the shield so that the ash lands in a pile on the table.

"You-you can't... You're going to scare people doing stuff like that."

Sxicq's eyes widen at the shield bubble he put over their flaming plate. He freaks out, tells them they're going to scare people, and--

They narrow their eyes immediately, suspiciously. They pick up another plate and hold it up in front of them, eyes locked on Gyre.

"Qu iv ci, usfiiv fi." They demand, giving the plate a little wiggle. Go on, Gyre, do it.

At Gyre's side, Fen is blinking blearily after the rude awakening. "Buh?" they mutter.

Gyre sits almost as suddenly as he stood, taking a deep breath. He still looks tense, but decidedly less so then when they were lighting things on fire.

Then they're speaking at him and he can see the suspicious in his voice. He softens slightly, not sure what he did wrong. He opens his mouth to say so, to try to figure out what they need, but he's interrupted by Fen beginning to wake up beside him.

He sets a hand on their head quickly, bending closer to look them over, murmuring, "I didn't mean to wake you, Fen. Are you alright?" He checks on them with a few gentle touches, looking up to Sxicq after a second.

"I don't know what you said. Do you want me to take that?" he asks, reaching forward to take? the plate??

Fen nods up at Gyre, yeah they're fine. They give a big, big yawn from where they're sitting though.

"Qu iv ci, usfiiv fi!" They demand, more insistently. Flickers of fire start to appear around the plate, indicating they're moments away from bursting it into flames again.

From their position on the seat, Fen sleepily mutters "do that again" up at Gyre.

"Fine, fine! Please don't light it on fire," he says, putting a shield around the plate again like they asked.

"If you want to do that, we should go outside. Once you've finished eating, maybe."

"Viv." They respond, immediately relaxing once Gyre has put the shield up.

Even as the waiter drops by and places a burger in front of them, and nervously looks at Gyre in case he's hungry??? The waiter shuffles off while Sxicq rotates the orb around in their hands. They're examining it, analyzing it--

And then it changes colors, becoming a bright blue like the energy that he's seen run through their body time and time again. If he tries to dispel it, it'll stay put. What did they just do?

Gyre doesn't even acknowledge the waiter, watching Sxicq as they explore the shield and then... change it?? His shields are iridescent, only half visible in the air, but they seem to make it a solid thing. He tests it, of course, releasing his hold on it and watching as it stays right there.

His eyes widen a little, and he tilts his head curiously. "What are you doing to it?" he asks after a moment, reaching out to tap at the outside of the bubble.

It's their shield now, and they turn it over in their hands several times before offering it out to him again. Here, this is yours. A moment later, they hand him a knife from the silverware on the table. They point to the knife, then to the bubble.

"Fi qu."

If he actually does stab it, or try to cut it, it pops like a normal bubble. Huh.

Gyre takes the bubble when it's offered to him, and then the knife, though he hesitates for a second first. He doesn't understand what they want at all for a good several seconds, blinking at them. Blinking at the knife. Blinking at the bubble.

"Like this?" he asks, reaching up and trying to cut through the bubble. He startles a little when it pops, his mouth opening very slightly. What the fuck?

"My shields don't break like that," he says, trying to offer more information if they were trying to do some kind of experiment here.

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