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.

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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.

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Activity Check: January 2020

[ IRL Timeframe: January 1st - January 31st, 2020 ]

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The house is, now that they're walking up to it, pretty impressive. It's a massive log structure that looks like it was made by a careful and coordinated hand years ago. There's moss growing up some parts of the outside and big trees looming around the entire perimeter. The doors are two massive wooden panels with windows. If they try the handles, it's unlocked.

When they enter the house, the entry space is a massive lobby with a huge set of stairs leading upwards. There's a second set of stairs visible directly above, this main lobby is basically a big open stairwell space. All along the sides at each landing around the stairwells are doors leading into rooms. Here on the first floor there's an open living space immediately to the right that has couches and a table in the middle. It looks like there's 13 chairs present in the space, some bigger and some smaller.

Some look like they've never been used.

All the various closed doors have numbers carved into them. They're all locked. Here on the first floor there's one with "5" carved, one with "6"... and one with "4". At the back of the first floor, behind the staircase, is an open door leading into a kitchen space.

There are no decorations in this place, and the wire guide ends just before the door. There's no need to guide yourself around your own home, after all.

Their arrival at the house snaps Luka, reluctantly, from his thoughts of the new planet and of performing with Gyre there.

"This must be the place! How does it look?" Luka can't imagine what kind of home the twelve monsters would choose for themselves. He'll be surprised to find out that it's actually pretty mundane.

He follows the guide line right up to the door. Luka pauses and cautiously puts one hand forward, unsure yet of the architecture of the house. His hand meets the carved wood and slides down to find the doorknob.

"Hello? Eight?" He calls out as he enters. He was surprised to find it unlocked, though it made sense. The monsters and Wizard were the only apparent inhabitants of this area. "It's us! The Princess and the Pig Knight!"

He looks upwards as they approach the house, his steps getting more and more hesitant. He's slowing down a lot, to the point where he actually lets Luka go in through the door and uh doesn't follow after. He just hangs in the doorway, trying to deal with the weird vertigo he always gets when he sees the pure size of these peoples' houses.

"I-- don't call me that," he says automatically, rejecting "Pig Knight" the same he has with everyone else who's called him by that particular titles.

"I don't see him," he follows after a moment, leaning hesitantly inside the door without actually stepping inside. He sees the numbers on the doors and he glances up the stairwell, wondering if Eight is going to be at the top.

"Ah, I... it looks. Big. Do you want me to describe it to you?" he asks, hoping for literally any excuse to avoid actually going inside this building. He just needs an extra moment to steel himself. That's all. Yep, that's definitely all he needs.

He's surprised when Gyre breaks away from him and stops to turn in his direction, suspecting that something must be wrong.

"I don't know if Eight knows us by our names." He explains. Luka probably wouldn't want to be called 'Pig Knight' in his position either, but it was simply the most efficient way he had thought to describe themselves to the monsters.

"Please do." He looks positively lost, standing alone in that open, empty foyer. "If it's really big he must be somewhere in here... but I have no idea where to start."

Something is wrong but he won't vocalize it. He's taking his time here, trying to convince himself that this is just how things are done for these people. He hasn't been into a lot of these houses, but none of them have gotten mad when he went into them. It's okay. It's okay.

"Mm, maybe. He's the one that brought us all here though. He must know our names," he offers back, continuing to avoid going inside as he speaks. He shakes his head slightly after that though, leaning a little further in so he can look around once again.

"It's uh, a big open space. There's a staircase in front of you, about five paces. Uh, to the right, there's another... really big room. With a big table and a bunch of chairs." He offers this with a confused tone in his voice. He doesn't know what a living room is. He doesn't know that there are names for specific rooms in houses, really. Either way, he finally takes his first step inside, practically creeping along on the tips of his toes as he works his way into the room. He lightly touches Luka's elbow as he passes him, checking around the staircase to see what else there is to see.

"Over here, there's three doors with Four, Five and Six on them. Probably their, uh, rooms? And in the back, looks like a uh, a kitchen, yeah," he finishes describing the place as he loops around the stairs, finally coming to a stop on Luka's other side, close enough that the man could take his arm again if he wanted to. "There are more doors upstairs, looks like. Maybe Eight is up there?"

Luka waits patiently as Gyre describes the interior. His hesitation as he does strikes Luka as odd. It sounded like a straightforward house layout, from what he said?

"Are you nervous about something?" Luka inquires as Gyre slowly makes his way inside. He follows a few steps behind him as he heads toward the direction of the stairs. Maybe Gyre was worried about meeting Eight? He couldn't be that bad. Or perhaps he was just intimidated by being a guest in the monster's residence. Luka could understand both of those things, but they all seemed to like Gyre, so he would be worried over nothing.

When Gyre describes the doors to the monster's individual rooms, Luka feels his stomach twist as he reads out Four's. It's a fleeting feeling but it stays just long enough to remind Luka that he'd taken a member of their family away from them.

"Yeah, there must be one for Eight... and if you can't see it, it's probably upstairs." He suggests, his voice quiet as he chases away the remaining thoughts of Four. He absentmindedly links arms again with Gyre, and feels for the railing of the stairway with his free hand, ready to ascend.

Edited 2020-02-09 06:09 (UTC)

"I'm... No. Not nervous," he says, trying to find his way through this conversation. It's not one he has very often, but he knows that if he doesn't say the right thing, he's going to have to explain way too much about the way he lives his life. Much as he likes Luka, he still hates to be made to feel like an outsider, like the way he lives is somehow abnormal when it's definitely the better way to live.

"I don't like being inside," he finally offers, stepping in close to Luka when his arm is taken. At least there's a different subject he can jump on to. "You're close to the rail, another step and-- yeah. Then the first stair is another step forward."

He's not really sure if Luka needs the explanation but he also doesn't want the man to trip up or down the stairs, so he's taking it slow. Once he's sure he's on the steps though, he moves with him, climbing upwards. Hopefully Eight is going to be just up here?

The second landing is much like the first, but this one features four doors as well, instead of the three from downstairs. There's also a big window at one end that overlooks the garden in the near distance.

The first door here is Twelve's, immediately to the left of the stairwell landing, if they've been paying attention to the spacing they'll realize that it's going to be the biggest room on this floor. The three doors on the opposite side are Seven, Nine, and Ten. If they pass all those and go over to the window, there's the landing for the next stairwell that leads up to the final doors in the attic. One without a label, and the other with "Eight" carved in.

"Oh." Luka accepts the explanation, for now. He supposes it makes sense. Gyre had rejected the offered lodgings and Luka can't remember spending any significant time indoors around him. Luckily for Gyre, he's quickly distracted by ascending the stairs before he has any chance to probe further.

"See anywhere that looks like the right place?" He asks when they reach the landing. "It feels weird just exploring a house when no one's home. I hope we're not interrupting something."

He glances at Luka in surprise when he expresses discomfort being in someone's house. Vindication!! He's right! It is fucking weird to be in a person's home!! Why do they act like it's not.

"Yeah," he says, maybe agreeing a little too quickly with him. "This is where she sent us though. He must be here, right? Wait here." He slips his arm out from under the princess', taking a few steps away to take in the rest of the floor.

"This looks like Seven, Nine, Ten. And Twelve. Where's Eight-- oh," he says as he comes to the window and looks up the stairs. Much as he doesn't want to go deeper into this place, having an end goal makes him a little more determined at least. He returns to Luka's side, taking his arm again.

"His room is up on the next floor. I saw the door."

"Oh? Another floor? I wonder why he's separated from the others..." Eight sounded about as normal any other monster there. At least with no discernible reason he would need to be apart from the others. Surely it wasn't something so simple as his blindness? Even Seven had their own room on this floor, and they of all the monsters seemed pretty unique.

"And Eleven? They don't have a room either?" Once Gyre returns, Luka takes it as a cue to move ahead. "I wonder why... maybe we can ask Eight when we meet him."

Gyre guides them up the stairs, moving slowly at first so Luka can find his footing, and then letting him set the pace up as they go.

"There's another door up here, but it's not marked," he says, sounding deeply curious. "Maybe that's Eleven? Or the Wizard? Do you think she lives here with them?"

As they come up onto the landing, he brings them to Eight's door, and then just uh stands there. He has no idea how to announce that they're there? He doesn't really want to do it either. This is going to be some kind of private space inside an already private space, and he is twisting himself into knots trying to figure out what Eight will expect from them.

"We're here," he notes after a weird, long pause.

Luka shrugs. "I thought this must be her house entirely, at first. She seems like the type to carve out her own space... but you know her better than I do."

He takes it upon himself to knock loudly once they're in front of Eight's room. Luka's hesitant to try the handle just yet, as that feeling of maybe intruding upon someone was still present. But he readies his hand to open it, just in case.

"Eight?" He calls out again. "It's us."

"Come in." Comes a voice from inside the room.

When they inevitably open the door, they're treated to a scene that someone else has already seen before. But Haizea isn't here before, she arrived way earlier when the two of them had arrived outside in the garden areas. Wherever she was, it wasn't here.

There's a pile of large beanbags in a corner of the room. The walls are made up of wood, so is the floor, and there's a bed, a desk, and a small chair in addition to the beanbags she'd landed in.

Atop the desk is a collection of various books and a pile of phones and chargers. There's the soft sounds of flowing water playing from one of the phones now, adding a gentle ambience to the room. Off to the side is a single window with a wide, cushioned area for seating built up against it.

Seated on the cushions on the windowsill is a monster.

Over his yellow skin, he's wearing a pair of tattered, ripped blue jeans. Through the holes, one of the following is clear: 1) He's wearing another pair of black pants underneath. 2) The pants have been patched with black under the holes. Or 3) He's wearing black tights beneath the pants. His shirt, meanwhile, has no tattered holes in it but it does have the logo of a famous rock band on the front.

"Hey." He greets their arrival when they enter, not looking up. If Gyre looks his way, he'll see that all eight of his eyes are closed. He has something resembling hair on his head, but it seems to be a slightly darker yellow than the rest of him and also it's not hair. Like how plastic figures pretend to have hair. Luka, meanwhile, will have a good idea of what he looks like--

Wait.

How? Where did that mental image come from?

Huh?

He wastes no time entering when Eight responds, quickly opening the door and taking a step inside. If Gyre is still linking arms with him, he might be slightly tugged forward here.

"Heyy..." Luka trails off as he's suddenly inundated with the exact mental image of Eight. This wasn't the first time he'd experienced this - the Protector (?) had sent a similar mental image when Luka was 'shown' Rory and Olivia.

It was incredibly jarring still, and something Luka thinks he could never get used to - instantly understand everything about a person's appearance without seeing or feeling them at all felt uncomfortable and unnatural to him.

"Is that... you? Was that you? I mean, did you do that?" A still overwhelmed Luka sputters out three bizarre, rapid-fire questions that he hopes Eight understands.

Well it's a good thing someone is pulling him forward. Even if he resists very slightly, the forward momentum wakes him back up out of his anxious cultural tangle. He steps just inside the door at least, though he pulls his arm free from the other after that. The room is bare enough that he doesn't feel like he needs to guide him. He can hang back, beginning to observe Eight curiously.

Or well. He thinks he can hang back until Luka starts asking all those frantic questions, his attention snapping from the monster to the princess. Immediately he takes a few steps closer, touching his back gently but otherwise not sure how to reassure him.

"What happened--? Are you alright?"

Luka's confusion makes sense, and Eight lets him work through his thoughts for several moments before he responds. The problem, of course, is that Gyre also throws in a question seemingly out into the air of the room that could be answered by Luka or by Eight himself and.

He doesn't know yet who Gyre was referring to, but he does know that the answer to Gyre's question is the same as the answer to all three of Luka's questions so he calmly answers them all at once:

"Yes."

Luka turns first to Gyre upon feeling his touch, but then quickly back to Eight when he confirms that yes, that was him, he did that, and then back to Gyre once again.

"I, uh, saw him. But... not really. I know what he looks like. All of his eyes are closed." Luka attempts to explain, offering the description as if he needed to prove his claim. "The Protector did something like that to me once, with magic, I guess. It's... weird."

He turns back to Eight. Luka rights himself and stands up straight - this was no good impression to make, being all flustered and confused, even if it wasn't his own fault.

"Eight, I'm Luka Eutychia, the Princess."

"You... saw...?" he asks, sounding just as confused as Luka did just a moment ago. He looks between the princess and Eight a couple times, trying to understand it, trying to figure out which questions to ask.

And then Luka moves on to the introduction, and he tries to settle himself. He feels like he's in completely the wrong place, his eyes darting around the room every few moments. He can't believe there's a bed in here. He can't believe he's in a place where someone sleeps. Ugh!

"Nice to meet you," he adds after a second, sounding about as awkward as he feels.

While Luka and Gyre waste time working through the things they'd learned, Eight shifts on his window perch to get more comfortable. He doesn't really have anything to contribute as they're figuring out what they think of their thoughts. But then Luka introduces himself and Gyre just says that and.

That was the line Eight was going to use to counter both of them stating their names, but now Gyre had said it without giving his name and--

"Thanks. For not killing Seven." Straight to the point, then.

Smooth.

(It wasn't smooth at all.)

Luka grimaces at the mention of Seven. It wasn't the worst possible thing to come from Eight, but it was pretty up there. It was this kind of reception that Luka had imagined he'd receive in Twelve's garden when he'd initially taken Ten's hand back on Harsen Island.

"Oh, yeah..." He replies, deflating. It was weird to be thanked for not killing someone, and he didn't know the proper etiquette for the situation. 'You're welcome' was obviously not a good dialogue choice here. "I'm glad they're recovering."

"This is Gyre." Luka noted that he hadn't given his name. It was probable Eight already knew a lot about the two of them, but Luka shares the information anyway. "We need you to teleport us somewhere but... I have lot of questions I want to ask you."

Oh wow, he really just went right for it. Gyre's eyes widen slightly when Eight brings Seven up like that, tilting his head curiously. He glances at Luka, watching his face for a beat as he works through all those feelings he's probably having. The princess seems to regret hurting them, and Gyre already said his piece about it. It was frustrating they were hurt at all, but they're not dead. They are recovering.

"How are they doing?" he can't help asking after a beat, unable to just let them go. He wants to check on them sometime today, but he's not sure when he's going to get the chance.

In fact, he's going to ask for even more detail about them when Luka goes and introduces him?? His attention snaps to him, and he looks utterly bewildered. Introducing another person is so bold and intimate to him, he never thought the princess would do it. It catches him off guard, making him sputter a little in the background while Luka asks the actually important questions. He'll rejoin the conversation in a moment. Give him a sec.

Well.

As far as responses went, Luka's wasn't the worst but it certainly wasn't the best. He makes a soft 'Mm' sound when Luka introduces Gyre instead, but then he moves on to the point and Gyre chimes in and Eight's much more thankful to have topics to answer.

"Seven's healing." He starts, letting that hang for a moment before tilting his head ever so slightly in the direction of these two boys:

"Ask." ...their questions, that is.

Luka takes a long moment to think over everything he wanted to ask Eight, and narrows it down to things he probably should ask Eight. It's a decidedly long pause before Luka settles on his first, and maybe most important question.

"So... you like music?" The band logo on Eight's shirt did not go unnoticed, and of course Luka had to inquire about it. There was a decent probability that this monster may be familiar with his own music! So Luka had to know.

"Oh, and that magic mental vision thing..." He follows up with something a little less pedestrian. "Do you do that all the time? To yourself?"

Edited 2020-02-10 22:07 (UTC)

Music? This is not the first question Gyre expected him to ask, and he's once again a little bewildered by it. His eyes dart between Luka and Eight, trying to figure out where music could have come from. He glances around the room, looking for records or evidence of instruments. Did the impression the princess got also tell him about the monster's interests? Someone doesn't understand band t-shirts and it's Gyre.

He decides not to comment on that, trying to pick up with the second question. Again, the princess is asking about things that are important and all he can do is attach a related question on top.

"You said the Protector did something similar?" he asks Luka, glances towards Eight to direct his question, "Is it the same kind of magic?"

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