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wizardseason) wrote in pajamabox2020-01-21 10:25 pm
Day 7: Evening
Aftern-Evening: 3pm - Midnight
[ IRL Timeframe: January 22 - January 29, 2020. ]After all of Seven's fights, ending in Luka taking Ten's hand as the other heroes arrive. The knights will be treated to the sight of something entirely unexplainable: Seven is wounded, laying on the asphalt with a bright white crossbow bolt sticking out of their body. They're still pouring black goop off of their body, but they appear to be wrapped in some kind of cloth tarp. Five is kneeling over them, dressed in a skin-covering assassin outfit that only reveals her five eyes peering out. In her hand is a phone, and that's really all that can be seen before she and Seven disappear into a portal in the ground.
Luka, meanwhile, is standing with Ten's hand in his and his crossbow laid on the ground and not in his hand. No matter what the arriving heroes cry out in order to get his attention, it's too late to stop him. Abruptly, the portal opens and both the Princess and Ten disappear into the ground.
Naturally, the hashtag #princessnapped is forged.
That doesn't prove to be the only hashtag to get some heavy use this evening. The #wizardfound and #robotwizard hashtags find a sudden, new reason to actively discuss what's going on.
The remaining heroes: Garrot, Gyre, Haizea, Matilda, Olivia, (and... where's Terrence?) will find that the events from earlier in the day have caught up to them. There's a crack like thunder as both the Wizard and the Protector flicker into existence and both land in the superhero pose in the center of the intersection that Luka just disappeared from.
The Protector, if possible, is looking even worse than before. He's sporting a black eye and numerous cuts on his forehead, cheeks, and arms. It looks like he's been lit on fire at least once, but even so he's holding his rapier out in anticipation of the next strike.
The Wizard, meanwhile, is finally openly visible to everyone after her absence. She looks rough. It's as if the areas where she'd been harmed have been replaced or repaired with robotics. The left side of her face is no longer bandaged, instead revealing that she now has a robotic eye with a glowing yellow ring. The cables that were visible in the video before are very clearly plugged in just behind her ear, trailing down over her shoulder and down her back beneath the robes.
And of course she's still wearing pajamas. But they look like they've seen better days, charred and ripped and shredded at every edge. In her hand, though, is a massive axe. One side of its head is a giant half-circle axe head while the other side is a heavy weight like a hammer. The entire weapon is jet black, but it has a glossy shine.
What's the worst that could happen?
The Weather
- Cloudy, breezy.
- 48°F / 9°C
- Brrr.
Prompts:
- 3:00pm The Garden, Unknown Location: When Luka falls through the portal with Ten, he'll become immediately aware that the monster has slipped himself closer and snuck his feet beneath Luka's to stabilize him. Despite the falling, he seems surprisingly stable in the air.
And then there's the soft crunch of grass beneath his feet and he shifts slightly, waiting for Luka to step back on his own. Wherever they are, the air is filled with the scents of wildflowers and scents that are both beautiful and entrancing in their complexity. It's clear that there are dozens, if not hundreds of flowers and plants in the immediate vicinity. There's the gentle warmth of sunlight on Luka's skin, clearly advertising that they're outside (or in a very clever indoor garden). But most calming is the gentle sounds of moving water. If Luka focuses, he'll be able to pick out that there's a small waterfall, several waterways, and multiple water features with water tumbling down over rocks. And, of course, a pool or a pond with fish gently swimming about beneath the surface.
But he'll be interrupted twice before he can lose himself. The first is Ten.
"We're here." He says, but if Luka's not shaken enough he'll realize that he doesn't hear Seven and his Seven sense isn't going wild. But the second distraction happens as Luka's phone bloops from an unknown sender with a text:
"Welcome to the Garden, Princess." The text reads... with no explanation of who or how they sent him the text. That's totally normal! - 3:00pm Street Intersection, Bamborough: With the arrival of the Wizard and the Protector, it's very clear that shit is about to go down. But that absolutely isn't what the Wizard has in mind for this situation. She's the one running this game, and she isn't about to get five heroes wrapped up in her duel with the Protector. Before anyone can take an opportunity to make any attacks, and especially not the Protector, she snaps the fingers of her free hand five times.
And reality fractures. The way that the cracks in midair begin to fold and reflect the area and people around them, it's like the world is folding up into a trick mirror house. It's... actually exactly that. Reality twists and folds, forming reflections and containers out of the air itself until every single hero is enclosed in one. The hero in the middle of their own box, reflected on two opposite walls. But on the opposite two walls, the Wizard is visible beyond in one of them and the Protector is visible beyond in the other room. Uh. This conversation might get awkward. Worse is that they can't get distracted by their Seven senses, because no one can feel them anymore. - 3:15pm To Everyone: In the middle of the earlier events, every hero in Bamborough receives a text from an unknown sender. The only one who's spared this text is Luka, because he got a text earlier. The text reads: "I can give you one teleport to anywhere today. Tell me when and to where. Don't be unreasonable!"
- 8:00pm Onward, Everywhere: The day is done, the events are finished. How does your character get home? Do they go home alone? Do they seek the company of their fellow heroes? Do they stay alone, or do they get a room together? Either way, it's a rough night for everyone.
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.
Activity Check: January 2020
[ IRL Timeframe: January 1st - January 31st, 2020 ]
3:00pm The Garden, Unknown Location
And then there's the soft crunch of grass beneath his feet and he shifts slightly, waiting for Luka to step back on his own. Wherever they are, the air is filled with the scents of wildflowers and scents that are both beautiful and entrancing in their complexity. It's clear that there are dozens, if not hundreds of flowers and plants in the immediate vicinity. There's the gentle warmth of sunlight on Luka's skin, clearly advertising that they're outside (or in a very clever indoor garden). But most calming is the gentle sounds of moving water. If Luka focuses, he'll be able to pick out that there's a small waterfall, several waterways, and multiple water features with water tumbling down over rocks. And, of course, a pool or a pond with fish gently swimming about beneath the surface.
But he'll be interrupted twice before he can lose himself. The first is Ten.
"We're here." He says, but if Luka's not shaken enough he'll realize that he doesn't hear Seven and his Seven sense isn't going wild. But the second distraction happens as Luka's phone bloops from an unknown sender with a text:
"Welcome to the Garden, Princess." The text reads... with no explanation of who or how they sent him the text. That's totally normal!
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He was ready to take in the surroundings more when his phone receives the mysterious text message. He gets reception here? Strange.
"... is that Twelve?" He whispers, unsubtle, to Ten after the text reads out.
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Two of his eyes peer down at the text Luka got as he asks a... rather understandable question. It's silly to Ten because he knows exactly who that is and the fact that Twelve isn't going to text anyone, but he knows that Luka doesn't know that, so:
"No, she doesn't text. That is Eight." He answers, shifting slightly to look around as a soft breeze makes all the surrounding bushes and flowers rustle.
It'll be fairly obvious that there's a tree nearby, the soft creaking of its branches announcing its presence a handful of yards behind Luka. To his left and right he'll hear bushes, or perhaps big flowers, almost in a ring around him. Like he'd arrived on a landing pad. The ground beneath him is just grass, but if he moves there's a path made up of small rocks that'll lead the way.
But Ten knows this game, and he reaches over to Luka's hand again to guide it to the side to find: A guide wire. It runs along the path for a good amount of the garden perimeter and blends in surprisingly nicely. Someone has kept the bushes and plants that are immediately beside it in impeccable shape so that no part of it is ever overgrown. But the plants are mere inches away, that's some impressive attention to detail.
How convenient!
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“What is Eight like?” He asks Ten as he begins to head wherever the path is leading them. “I don’t think I’ve heard a single thing about Eight.”
Most of the remaining monsters were a mystery to him, actually. Except for Ten, he knew very little about anyone else.
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3:00pm Street Intersection, Bamborough
And reality fractures. The way that the cracks in midair begin to fold and reflect the area and people around them, it's like the world is folding up into a trick mirror house. It's... actually exactly that. Reality twists and folds, forming reflections and containers out of the air itself until every single hero is enclosed in one. The hero in the middle of their own box, reflected on two opposite walls. But on the opposite two walls, the Wizard is visible beyond in one of them and the Protector is visible beyond in the other room. Uh. This conversation might get awkward. Worse is that they can't get distracted by their Seven senses, because no one can feel them anymore.
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Before their fighting resumes, he suddenly darts to the side, trying to run to where the portal just opened up. He wants to go with them, and he doesn't want to be here.
Which is to say, he smashes directly into one of the mirrored walls as it closes around him, and he stumbles back a few steps. His knees start to give and he holds himself up against the adjacent wall, staring at his reflection for a beat. Then his eyes dart around him, seeing the Wizard and the Protector flanking him. He doesn't want to be here, his chest tightening in claustrophobic anxiety.
He jerks around to face the Protector, shoving his back against the Wizard wall as hard as he can to put as much distance between them as possible in this little box. It's not much, and he can only look so defiant as he watches the man, eyes dilated in fear, his skin split open in long gashes across his front. He's not in fighting shape, but the air between them begins to shimmer softly as he puts his shield up around himself. He doesn't know what good it'll do him, but he's also not going to stand here and wait for the Protector to attack.
He has nothing to say to either of them, but especially the Wizard. Well, he has lots to say to her, but none of it while he feels like he's about to die unfortunately.
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So he stands, rapier out and ready, glaring daggers down into the cowering knight.
"Give me that." He says, coldly.
Behind Gyre, he'll hear the faint sound of movement as the Wizard kneels behind the wall he's backed up against. There's a distinctly electrical hum that makes it through as she moves, and her voice sounds even more tired than it ever had in the past.
"He can't get you here." She offers, pointedly ignoring the Protector's words as she speaks softly to Gyre through the wall.
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"What the fuck did you do?!" Garrot's shouting, clearly livid and alarmed as he turns and glares at the Wizard. Stupid fucking Wizard, stupid fucking magic! But given the Protector's tone that morning, he snaps his fingers as well. Suddenly, Garrot's back-to-back with himself, staring down both nigh-omnipotent beings.
He's sure as shit not letting either one out of his sight.
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The Wizard, meanwhile, has the slightest hint of a smirk on her face as Garrot squares off in front of her. He seems like his usual self, at least. In good enough spirits to get loud.
"I put everyone in time-out." She answers, sounding more tired than Garrot has ever heard her be before. Like she's on the eighth day of no sleep, a monday, and about to commute to work without any coffee.
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"Well, you both look like hell," she starts, trying to keep her cool in this absolutely bizarre situation. "This year ain't exactly goin' accordin' to plan, huh?" Weird as this is, it seems the fighting is paused for now though, so she lets herself sit down in this strange container, leaning against one of the walls directly between the Wizard and the Protector and taps on it a bit.
"Not much a fan of this cell, though, gotta say."
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Hopefully his assumption was correct.
But that means he's left just watching Haizea with this cold, measured stare as the Wizard settles down onto the floor of her own cell to be on the same level as Haizea. Though she's a bit further away. The yellow of her new robotic eye is clearly on Haizea as she speaks.
"We can't get to each other in here." She answers, exhaustion obvious as day in her voice. It's clear she's the owner of the spell keeping them all apart.
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[Her tail swings widely, smacking at the sides of her box as she nervously glances between the two powerful entities.] Well! You both look like shit. Sorry I missed out coffee date. [She says, turning to the Protector. Her words are fast and a higher pitch than usual, but she hasn't started hyperventilating so that's certainly not too bad.] What's uh, what's going on here? What's the plan? What's the sitch? [She turns to the Wizard now.] Thought you died. We haven't really, uh, we haven't really met before. A pleasure, I'm sure. Hi.
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[ The Protector's eyebrows furrow as Olivia stumbles through getting her bearings. He supposes she's nervous, and that's fine, but-- ]
We are going to kill the Wizard when we can break free of her spell. [ He answers, coldly, intense gaze locked on the Wizard in the far cell. He's keeping his grip on his rapier, certain that Olivia will go along with this plan. ]
[ But Olivia gives a brief greeting to the Wizard and she gives a small tilt of her head in return. She's got a very small smirk on her face, the slightest hint of amusement. But it's all covered up by how exhausted her one non-robot eye looks. She has more bags under that eye from weariness than most people ever get in their entire life. ]
Hi, Ox knight. [ She gives a simple greeting, letting Olivia work this out herself. ]
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3:15pm To Everyone
"I can give you one teleport to anywhere today. Tell me when and to where. Don't be unreasonable!"
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Can you take me to the Princess?
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"Yeah. When?"
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《Take the Wizard to Twelve's garden. Right now.》
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《No. Only you. Don't mess up her plan.》
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Who is this?
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"Eight."
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"Okay. Hope you don't die."
8:00pm Onward, Everywhere
The Mountaintop: Garrot + Gyre + Luka
And they think they're going to get anything out of snooping at the weird magic room atop the mountain? The one with all the dead bodies? Yeah, alright losers.
So the trio makes their entrance, teleported in by the ever-convenient work of Eight. Otherwise, they'd never manage to make it up there. And making it back down? They'll burn that bridge when they get to it. As they touch down upon the ground, it's readily apparent that Garrot's got his arms wrapped tightly around the shoulders of both other men, with enough squeeze for it to almost be a hug!
"Look, I don't know about you two, but I've operated on enough bodies with weird injuries that I could handle this with one eye closed." He then proceeds to close both of his eyes! Garrot also takes time to smile, and a goofy, addled chuckle rhythmically reverberates. "Well, the dead bodies part. Dunno about the weird magic stuff." A beat passes. "Or walking on my own."
Someone stop him before he does something stupid.
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When Garrot jokes about not walking on his own, Luka presses a firm hand to his ribcage, just in case.
"You be the eyes and I'll be the legs. Or... one leg, at least. I can't support all your weight on my own, and I don't recall this place having very friendly terrain."
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