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

You're asking them to answer how humankind can straight-up leave the planet, Luka? Understandably, they squint at him. But he follows it with another ridiculous question and they squint harder. Their tone is questioning. You can't just do it.

"Aqqu, quiv ciajiv fiaj."
"Ships, like those two."

And then they set their hands on the table, their fingers clacking against the surface.

"Quaj qu icqajra ecq ecqusivjim."
"Who is proposing the agreement."

"I have a lot of things but I don't have a ship capable of interplanetary travel." He says, sliding his plate back toward him.

"Well... it's Gyre's idea, mostly, but I don't know if he's terribly committed to including the Protector like I am. We talked about it. Do you know Gyre?"

Luka shows his neglected sandwich some love again, waiting for the Child's response.

" Cifiiv ecqus fiaj sef ciqu ecq. Ecqiv sefiv."
"There are two on this shell. Take one."

They answer like it's as straightforward as they make it sound. Now Luka has the answer, so he has no excuse not to. But then they pause as they seem to realize something about the answer to his next question.

"Qu us "Gyre". Qu ecqiv ecq mur fenqu us. Qu qu ajiv quci iv, qu ecq qu, qujim Qu feniv."
"I know "Gyre". I have a new plan now. Any can come with me, if they want, when I leave."

“Okay...” Luka responds slowly, still thinking. “Are you going to be taking one of those ships? Can just anyone fly them? And how many people can they fit? Because there’s billions on this planet.”

“And why did remembering Gyre change your plan?” Luka takes a long sip from a glass of water. “I know the man can be quite convincing but that’s a sudden change.”

"Sef' us. Qu qu sef aqr ecq. Ecq ecqus aj sqiecq."
"Don't know. I can only feel them. They are not small."

They're curious why he made the connection he did, so they decide to shoot that coincidence out of the sky.

"Ajfumqujimiv. Qu cicijim aj ecq fenqu ivsqi aj ci."
"Coincidence. I thought of the plan because of you."

"If the ships can't fit everyone, or make multiple trips to bring everyone they're useless. We can't just choose who gets to make it off a dying planet and who has to stay and suffer."

He sets his glass down with a satisfying clink on the table.

"You thought of it because of me? What did I do?"

Edited 2019-11-10 02:29 (UTC)

They shrug slightly. They don't have an answer to that first statement. They just felt the ships before like splinters stuck in their skin. They were unpleasant.

But that second question they do have an answer to.

"Ci icqajiv ciecq Qu sefqufi ecq ecq ajqura. Qu ivqu aj usecqiv ecq sqi ajqu."
"You proposed that I consider all bad possibilities. I decided to create a good possibility."

...

Apparently Sxicq missed the class in kindergarten about telling others their ideas were bad. Because that's kinda what that sounds like. Sorry Luka.

That shrug is lost on Luka, but at this point he's used to the Child not answering some of his questions.

"So... we can go with you to the Protector and the Wizard's original planet. And if it's destroyed, you can mend it." Luka repeats back, trying to sort everything out. "To be honest, the idea of that scares the shit out me."

He idly stirs his drink with a straw.

"Hey... should I call you 'the Child'? That's what everyone calls you, but you said you aren't one, so... do you have a proper name? Or a title?"

Sxicq hasn't fully registered that Luka's blind, they just think he's kinda weird.

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)

Fortunately, Luka is completely fine with not further acknowledging that can of worms.

"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?"

Edited 2019-11-10 05:17 (UTC)

Geez Luka, you can't be more okay with a thing if you don't ever acknowledge the thing. When the waiter comes by, Sxicq insistently points at some kind of deep-fried burrito monstrosity. They're not done eating here yet. But then Luka's asking about the fire and Sxicq gets a tiny smile on their face.

"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."

“Who’s ‘they’?” Luka asks. “I don’t know how I did it. I just felt it, and when I raised by hand up there was suddenly fire. I felt it again during Four’s show but... I never got to find out what that was.”

Luka cringes internally when he mentions Four. They still feel like a sensitive subject, and he doesn’t want to start any more controversy.

"Aa ciqu raiv."
"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."

"Did they know they would end up on fire? Like... do you mean they were trying to 'die'?" Luka sits up as the waiter jubilantly returns with his aforementioned massive sundae.

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."

"Aj, ecq ajci fira quiv aj usecqci iv."
"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."

Luka himself is taken aback by the size of it. "Uh, sure, help yourself."

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.

That offer is definitely a mistake, because there's the soft wet sound of ice cream being scooped with their hand a moment later. They're hungry and they're going to enjoy some of this before they answer his very, very accurate answer.

"Uzhfi' quizh."
"That's correct."

"Oof." Luka says. "I didn't know."

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?"

If they have an opinion about what he'd done, they don't voice it. Instead they occupy themselves with taking another few scoops of ice cream before Luka continues. They have an answer to that, and it's an easy one.

"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.

Luka would be grateful that they didn't express any opinion on the whole killing-their-pieces-with-their-own-magic incidents. Any opinions on that were not likely to be favorable to him.

"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.

Fortunately for Luka, the death of the pieces just meant it was easier to reclaim them when the time came for that to happen. So, in some ways, he's doing them a favor.

"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.

He seems to relax with their answer, leaning his head onto his hand.

"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..."

"Iqg sqi ilzjimiqgnir qu fiaqh, iqgilz fi murilz ilzuqhfi."
"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."

"I won't either. So we have something in common."

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.

They answer his decision to not back down either by taking another scoop of ice cream in their hand as well. They should learn to use a spoon, the wait staff thinks, but they're quite content eating like this. It takes them a moment to answer his next question because they're eating, but when they speak they sound questioning and curious again.

"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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Morning: 6:00am - 12:00noon

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