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pajamabox2021-07-20 09:13 pm
wizardseason) wrote in pajamabox2021-07-20 09:13 pm
Day 9: Twilight
Twilight: 12:00noon - ??:00 Unknown
[ IRL Timeframe: July 20th - Onward, 2021 ]In the past, the heroes had found themselves face-to-face with the Protector and the Wizard on year 0. They'd found the shattered pieces of Sxicq. They'd found the story before anyone had polished it into what it was today. It was free of all the lies, save for the ones coming from an alien's mouth.
The heroes influenced the past in subtle ways: Confronting the Protector with questions. Shaking the Wizard's solid foundations and instilling curiosity about the truth. Most importantly, Sxicq had seen all of their faces.
After chasing the crystals around the town and mountain, the heroes were pulled back into the room beneath the mountain. There, to their huge surprise, they were hidden behind some incredibly convenient piles of rocks to watch the events unfold that would define the next forty years. Floating over twelve of the platforms in the cavern were twelve of the crystals with kids inside of them that had been floating around the mountain. In the center of the circle stand two figures: Sxicq and the Wizard. The two appear apprehensive, but it's the third figure at the edge of the circle that's ruining it:
"Contain it! What are you doing!" The Protector shouts, stomping a foot. The air feels heavy, like it's made of electric cotton, and the hairs on everyone's arms stand upright.
"Get-- out! Of the way!!" He continues, stomping forward into the circle. As he does, a familiar blade slides out into his hand. Its shape is a tear in reality, a hole in the very makeup of the world itself.
The only thing that keeps the heroes from leaping forward to change history is the twelve small, glowing forms that are holding their hands. Smaller than children. Animals. Twelve of them, pleading in whispers: Stay. Watch.
True to their word, there is something to watch. The Protector rushes in, swinging his blade in a high arc before plunging it downward into the center of the circular floor of the platform. From it: A blue beam of energy, like lightning, fires forth through his chest. It pierces out from him, through Sxicq, through the Wizard, through the twelve crystals, and finally through the twelve animals where they're sitting around the heroes.
One bright white explosion later: The animals are gone. The crystals are gone. Sxicq is gone. The Wizard is gone. Only the Protector remains, standing over the circular rings in the floor. Slowly, he retracts his blade from the center. The edges of reality start to go to static.
"It is done." He declares with an air of finality. The static creeps in on the edges of everything, fading the vision as Sxicq descends into slumber.
The Protector's wrist beeps in defiance. He looks down at it, his face scrunching up in disgust. "It has to be done! Acknowledge: Mission complete!" He nearly yells at his wrist, only to be met with a response that stuns him.
"User not recognized, access privileges locked down." Says the same voice that came from within the ship. The static finishes pouring over everything, fading the vision of the cavern into nothing but noise.
And then everyone wakes up.
Everything feels wrong: The clocks all say it's sometime after noon, but the sky is an ever-churning, ever-shifting muddled mess of blues, purples, and darkness. The sun is missing. Weather outlets everywhere didn't have any explanation for the phenomenon. News stations were being careful to avoid referring to it as a sign of the end. The Protector had told them things were dire, after all, but they couldn't cause a mass panic.
And, most importantly, a small handful of news headlines on the planet were talking about time travel being real. They're talking about the blip to forty years ago. They're talking about the very same things that the heroes had just experienced, like they had experienced those exact same things. What effect would this have on the carefully-crafted story that the Protector had pieced together over forty years? Just how many people had shared this experience too?
Unknown to Luka, Gyre, and Olivia: Terrence had been to the past and had an experience much like the one they'd shared as a trio. He ended up with two regular people from the world who didn't recognize him as one of the heroes from this year.
What would happen now?
The Weather
- The birds aren't chirping.
- 68°F
- A little breezy.
Prompts:
- 12:00noon The Return, The Garden: When Gyre, Luka, and Olivia return, they're placed on the ground around the portal arrival in the garden. Nearby, Terrence has also been deposited: But he's in a tree about three feet up.
At least the gang's all here?- 1:00pm Onward, Around the Garden: Once the heroes start making their way around the garden and inside the monster house, they'll realize that, for the first time, all of the monsters are here either inside or somewhere nearby. If the heroes wanted to find anyone, now was the chance for them to do so!
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.
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"What were you looking for?"
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"Plates. We have a bunch of them somewhere, homemade ones. Somewhere."
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The thought is pushed from his head as she clarifies what she's doing, and he smiles softly, going to a pile of boxes she hasn't started on and giving it a slight shake to see if he can hear plates inside.
"You made plates? With the Wizard?"
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"I-- No, not with her. With Four." She clarifies his assumption.
"We made them years ago, I want to use them."
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It's just not fair. None of this is. He shakes a couple more boxes in silence, making a stack beside him of the ones he's already checked.
"How did you make them?" he asks eventually, smiling over his shoulder at her. "What do they look like?"
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"Open that box and you'll see for yourself!" She declares, pointing at the one he'd just wiggled. As she says it, she's shuffling across the room with a knife-- where did she get a knife?!
Assuming Gyre doesn't freak out, she uses it to slice the tape on top of the box open.
Inside the box are twenty individually-wrapped plates with curved centers that all have unique designs. Some are more ornate than others, some have designs painted on, others have designed engraved into the clay itself. They're all glazed in different colors, and twelve of them also feature an animal.
Twelve different animals. Animals that look strikingly familiar.
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"Ah, there's some for the animals?" he asks, trying to get a little more information about them from her as he reaches to pick up the plate for the dog curiously.
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"We each picked a knight one year." She answers, scrunching up her face for a moment as she looks down at them.
"One for each of their companions. We thought the knights brought them with them. We were surprised when they came back the next year. And kept coming back." She explains, offering the boar plate to Gyre so she can pull out both the Dragon and Rat plates.
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"Have you been able to speak to them much?" he asks, gently tapping the boar with the tip of one claw so the ceramic makes a soft noise under his hand. "Do you... do you know what's happened to them?"
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"Forty years of being around the Protector, most of them have given up. They rarely don't talk to us, there's too much risk normally. Some of them have talked to the Protector before, got their knights killed." She shakes her head. It was a bleak situation, one that would finally end if everything went well.
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"If we brought them here, would he know?" he finally asks, moving collect the last few plates and stand.
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"Eleven could answer that. If that worm took one foot here..." She starts to say, shoulders hunching up as she grapples with the uncomfortable idea that Gyre had laid before her.
And then, all at once, she relaxes. She drops all the stress out of her body and relaxes her head back as she looks up at the ceiling as she answers Gyre.
"He sucks."
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She slumps like that. He blinks in surprise, and lets out a startled snort of amusement, smirking faintly at her.
"Yes," he affirms, "He'll be dealt with soon though." He reaches out to grip her shoulder reassuringly, giving her a slight shake if she lets him. "I'll talk to Eleven. Maybe we can bring them to dinner tonight."
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"I'll help deal with him." She looks at Gyre with some amount of intensity before folding the knife to put it away, then she gives him two thumbs-up.
"If anyone could make that happen, it's Eleven."
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"Where do you want these? Then I'll go see them."
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"I'm gonna see if I can find some music while I'm up here. And see if Eight likes it."
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"Good luck," he says with a little smile, pausing for a moment at the top of the stairs. "Uh, do you know where they are?"
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"I think they were on the porch." She offers, shrugging after she says it. Sorry if she's wrong, Gyre! She knows full well that if Eleven had something to do, they would be there and not here. Hopefully they're there!
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"Thanks," he says, a little belatedly, "See you later!" And unless she's got stuff to say to him, he's going to head off to Eleven!