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pajamabox2020-01-21 10:25 pm
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 ]
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"So then why aren't you friends you seem like your on the same team?"
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"Too talkative."
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"Am i bothering you should i stop your provably really busy should i let you know when im ready"
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"Yes."
Harsh.
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Well, Garrot is being pushy and intrusive to someone he's never met. And he's high enough to be in nice enough spirits that he can notice that. But he can't apologize, because then he'd be bothering again. A conundrum!
"Where'd you get off to, Xaljim?" The words are mumbled, and he starts making his unsteady way towards the gate. Two steps and he realizes that's not the wisest choice. So after a few moments of absent-minded rummaging, he finds and extends that collapsible quarterstaff he's had but never needed.
Now he's off to find Xaljim himself.
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"You should probably lay down." He chimes in, floating vaguely behind Garrot.
"But you're probably not going to listen to me." He adds, folding his arms where he's floating in the air.
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"I'll fall apart tonight. I can't be out of commission right now, especially when he wants to kill me." But he does turn his entire body around to face the little monkey.
"Who's here? Are the others okay?"
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Xaljim watches as Garrot decides he doesn't have time for dying. He looks the man over, an eyebrow quirking as he decides he just can't not do stuff. But then he asks that question, and, well:
"The Princess, Boar knight, and Dragon knight are all here. I think the Dog knight and Ox knights are here. I can't spot the Rabbit knight anywhere." He answers, before adding:
"And there are a lot of monsters here."
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Shit.
"Makes sense, I saw Ten and I've been texting Eight..." Truth be told, he's not exactly in the best state to mental-map the monsters and who he'd want to talk to. He's only met Four and Six and Ten; one is great, one is infuriating and the other's dead. Besides, Ten seemed busy with the Princess.
"What about the, uh..." He trails off, entirely unsure how to apply a blanket statement. "The not-monster ones?" Garrot nods, deciding that's good enough. Alas, drugs. "Sxicq and the Wizard and-" His eyes go wide, he gasps, and looks ready to run. Instead, he just sort of wraps himself around his pole, like he could use it to hide.
"C-can the Protector find us here?" He squints his eyes towards Xaljim a bit. "We're... we're still on Harsen if monsters are here, right? Are we safe?"
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"Protector can't, Wizard can and is here, who even knows about Sxicq, and we're still on Harsen. Chill." He delivers them all in rapidfire, aiming to neutralize Garrot's freakout by dumping the answers on him all at once.
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So he just bursts out laughing. He's safe, he's actually safe in this beautiful place? Most of the others are here, and they're safe too, for the most part. That's great! And he's also high, so...
"Great! Good! Perfect!" The words are cackled out as the laughter dies down, eventually replaced by a long, emphatic sigh. He'll be fine, he's got this. So he pulls out his phone, turns on voice-to-text, and-
"Please take me and sall Jim to the wizard eight thanks"
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"Wai-"
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And where he had been earlier, too. The bench on the rocky path by the lake filled with disturbingly large fish.
Sitting on the bench, with a cup of coffee in her hands, is the Wizard.
She'll give him a sec to get his bearings before she comments, sounding utterly exhausted:
"Welcome back."
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And he lands right on his stupid fucking face on a rocky fucking path. He shouts, in pain and shock of course... or at least his brain being primed to do so. The sedative was such that he couldn't really feel it. But he knew it was supposed to hurt.
"Ah, fuck, gimme a minute..." The words come tumbling out, muffled by his face being right in the dirt. But he sits up, putting his back to the Wizard and the words he barely registered due to the impact. He even raises a finger into the air to emphasize that he is Not Ready. In fact, were it not for the drugs dulling his anxiety and nerves, he'd feel a lot more Not Ready.
But he looks at Xaljim, taking deep breaths to try and center himself... but that look in his eyes is plenty concerned. Is he good, Xaljim?
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Which just means he has to teleport himself over, but it's still annoying.
And he gets a look at the recently-faceplanted Garrot and--
"You really should rest, you look worse."
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"So... Iron Maiden..." He chuckles a bit at the joke before fixing his unsteady gaze on her and turning on his Analysis Eyes. "Are you really dead? Because you seem plenty alive to me."
At least he's not trying to stand, Xaljim.
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The Wizard, meanwhile, somehow looks worse off than Gyre. All of her clothing looks like it'd been rolled down a rocky hill several times and then not washed. Her one remaining eye looks like she hadn't slept in years, and the wounds all up against the robotic parts of her body jutting out looked uh... hastily handled.
"I think I am." She answers him, a slight smirk as she gives a slow exhale--
... How was she exhaling? She wasn't breathing in the first place. What?
"But that's subjective." She adds, not wanting him to get the wrong idea. On the ground near one of Garrot's hands, a coffee mug filled to the brim with steaming bean water settles onto the rocky ground. There you go, Garrot, drink up.
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"I've wanted to kill you for years, and you're... you're already dead!" And he keeps laughing, irony blending with the emotional elevation from the drugs. The laughter is loud and deep, the most powerful display of emotion since he ended up in the garden. It's a good... five seconds long. "That's just my luck, you know...?" But he doesn't stop there, apparently energized by a good belly laugh.
"So where's your magic coming from?" He raises an eyebrow, still utterly mirthful despite the intrusive question. "A monster? Sxicq? ...or does it not care if you have a pulse?" The thought does not cross Garrot's mind to be more mindful of his own health.
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"Part of my magic will die when he dies, another part will go back to them in a few days." She answers calmly, taking another sip of her coffee.
"Only a little of it was ever only mine."
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There's a matter of good parenting to discuss.
"You're not so weak that you're unaware of how all the knights have died over the years... right?" He trails off for a second, a dry and exhausted chuckle crawling out of his throat. He never would've seen this situation coming. But he looks her dead in the eye, unwavering despite the slight rocking of his body.
"I need the truth. Please?" As he asks, his shoulders start to slump a bit. "Did the Protector really kill him?" She was there when he said it. If his father worked with her, she would know. And she would know if he was just trying to get a rise out of someone he wanted an excuse to kill.
He's lucky the sedative is still at peak performance, or he'd be falling apart.
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"If you really want the answer to that." She begins, sounding just as exhausted and worn out as he does. She flicks a finger in the air, sending a small piece of paper through the air that lands right in front of Garrot.
It's folded in half twice, hiding the answer.
If he reads it, it has exactly the word that he doesn't want to read on it: "Yes."
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So he busts out laughing. Fuckin' drugs, y'know? The laugh is deep, with a sort of rasp to it, and it lasts for about five seconds.
"Yeah..." The Monkey Knight sighs, trying to compose himself. Part of him thinks it's wrong that he's showing any kind of humor at his father's death. But that self-hatred is quickly buried under the mood-lifting effects of medication. "I don't know what else I expected. He told me. You were there!" But then he leans forward a bit, wobbling as his center of balance shifts, and he's staring right into her once-living eye.
"I need more than that." And then he gives the names, years, and animal companion designations of three Knights. First, an unaligned elven woman who died about twelve years prior. Then, a Wizard-aligned tiefling man from about ten years ago. Finally, an unaligned woman from about seven years ago, the new mother who died before her daughter was old enough to remember her. To someone who doesn't know his life, this would seem utterly ridiculous. But to Garrot?
He needs to know who else he's seeking vengeance for.
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The first, for the unaligned elven woman, says: "Yes."
The second, for the wizard-aligned tiefling man, says: "Yes."
And the last, for the-- The mug of hot chocolate rattles over and sits on top of the third paper, insistently rattling for Garrot to take a sip.
But no matter how he gets to it, the last paper for the unaligned new mother from seven years ago, says: "Technically yes."
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"Prove it." He's snarling, and like some sort of feral beast he's gone from flat on his behind to a forward lunge into a shaky, drugged-up hunched posture looking like he's ready to rip the technology away from her wire by bloody wire. "You want me to hate him, you'll lie to my face because you can't afford to have me against you." He'll take two steps closer, looming over her as he growls like a cornered, scared monster.
"So use your weak little fucking magic and prove it, dammit!" There's an urgent, pleading tone in his voice despite all the fire and blood and rage. He doesn't want to believe this, he can't believe this. Not on faith alone for a deceptive being he has zero faith in.
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"You saw the proof on television twelve, ten, and seven years ago." She says, no hint of a smirk on her face at all.
"Don't you remember? Killed by a monster." She states, repeating once for each of them: "Killed by a monster. Killed. By a monster."
Would he put the pieces together that she was putting in front of him, or would he flip the table onto her?
At this rate? Who knew.
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