wizardseason | Wizard's House

Huh, look at that, pancake art! She wonders if the Wizard is good at art naturally or if it’s because of the magic.

“Safe or not,” she says, making a bit of a face, “I bet they taste better cooked!” To illustrate her point, she cuts up a chunk of her eggs, which are fried, and chomps down. “Yep, pretty dang good.”

Watching Garrot eat a raw egg didn’t kill her appetite, but if Gyre eats another one whole that just might. Why these men so nasty.

Oh my god, he was trying to eat privately!! He doesn't eat eggs in front of these people for this exact reason!! He knows he's fucked the second Matilda looks at him, and then Garrot has to make it a whole thing. He sets his attention on the new egg he's being offered, picking it up and turning it over in his hand.

"If you say so," he mutters to Haizea, watching her eat a tragically cooked egg. It's not for him, and yes, unfortunately for her, he is going to eat his egg whole and raw because that's the way eggs are supposed to be eaten. His eyes shift over the lot of them as he does it before he settles his focus on the Wizard. He doesn't need his tastes criticized!!

"Why are you making food in a dream anyway?"

Matilda’s watching Garrot like she’s witnessing a deadly accident in slow motion. Her entire face falls into complete despair, her cheeks flush, there might even be tears welling—- she pulls her goggles down over her eyes and begins scarfing the smiley face breakfast aggressively. Can’t focus on gross egg eating if she’s busy eating her own cooked eggs!

Garrot just stares in awe as Matilda's face falls and she starts eating... because Gyre ate an entire raw egg. Maybe she realized how hungry she was? Either way...

"Oh, is that what we're doing?" Garrot's glance slides to Gyre, and suddenly he's smirking, and hey look, the doctor also pops a raw egg into his mouth, and monch cronch. See? He can be cool!

"Sho, shiddy Wizerr-" Chomp chew. How did Gyre do this in one bite? "Is it nighttime, or is that just stormclouds?" Why is it even raining if she can magic her weird crops? Also, this egg is like eating a dollar burger with the paper wrap still on.

Garrot keeps chewing. No point in the eggshells cutting his throat!

"It's raining, food helps knights bond." She answers, keeping her soft smirk on her face as she watches the raw egg shenanigans unfold. Good thing Haizea and Matilda are eating the cooked eggs, otherwise they'd go to waste. After a few moments, all the sound from the cooktop ceases and the room is left only with the ceaseless sound of the rain outside.

Which should answer Garrot's question. It's just a storm.

"I won't be cooking tomorrow night, we'll be outside again."

Haizea continues to make a face at Garrot and Gyre, but especially at Garrot because she can just feel how performative his whole egg eating is. Gyre at least didn’t make a big deal about it! She shoots a conspiratory glance towards Matilda and shrugs with a sigh. At least the two of them aren’t comitting food crimes!

“I wonder if I could make the rain stop?” she muses, but doesn’t actually try. It’s kind of nice to hear the rain outside and she’s still got bacon to eat. She’s unsure how much headway she’ll make on the eggs for a while.

She perks up a bit when the Wizard says they’ll be outside tomorrow, she’s lowkey been thinking about the lake Gyre took a dip in last time. The desire to swim in it is STRONG.

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Gyre swallows his egg in one bite again, watching Garrot with this irritated expression that gets more and more concerned the more he seems to struggle with it.

"Don't hurt yourself," he says eventually, slowly raising an eyebrow. "Didn't you just say that's bad for you?" Why did this dumb doctor throw another egg in his mouth? What was the point of that! Garrot is a true enigma honestly that he will never understand. Instead, he glances towards the wizard at Haizea's question. He's curious if knight powers work here too!

Matilda keeps her head down and her vision rose-tinted as she scarfs the smiling face down, refusing to look up at Garrot, though the crunch sounds are ripping her very dignified heart apart. The wizard's suggestion that there's no cooking tomorrow makes her pause though, and she peeks up, pouting.

"We could still eat tomorrow. A picnic?"

"I'm fine! Just being thorough." Garrot nods at Gyre, before finally swallowing the egg. The tiny little eggshell pieces go down like sand. One chomp really was the best approach. "Besides, the eggs can't kill us, and we're asleep." He brings a hand to stroke at his beard and glances around the room at the others.

"Nothing we do in this world seems to matter." Garrot breathes out through his nose. He'd woken up just fine yesterday, even though the contents of his discussion with the Wizard were incredibly troubling. "But we're still here, when we could be having a picnic on the beach!" He'll see your idea, Matilda, but Garrot is yes-and-ing it.

As tantalizing as the riddles of this cosmic struggle are, he'd rather distract the others from the Wizard so she can't get her fucking hooks in as easily. If they take her too seriously, some of them might be trying to end the world in a few days.

The Wizard watches Garrot and Gyre's shenanigans out of the corner of her eye, deciding to only address it when he's taken hold of Matilda's idea. But she can't leave Haizea's comment unaddressed, so:

"If you could change the weather here, you'd be stronger than me." She offers, knowing full well that Haizea can't even make a single drop of rain stop here. Her magic has no power here.

"We aren't going to the beach, tomorrow. We're going to where it started forty years ago. It's not a good spot for a picnic."

She raises an eyebrow at that. “Well, now I gotta try it, don’t I?” she says, contrarily, and thinks very hard about the rain stopping, When she’d practiced before, the rain had always stopped within a minute of her telling it to, but the rain outside today does not let up. Eventually, she sighs.

“She’s right, I can’t stop the rain at all,” Haizea sounds a little disappointed. Just when she’s starting to get used to cool powers!

When the Wizard speaks of tomorrow’s plans, though, she doesn’t say anything. She’s more bummed that there won’t be a chance to swim than she is interested in history.

He watches Haizea closely as she tries to change the weather, glancing occasionally out the window until she finally gives up. He tilts his head curiously, and his eyes snap to the wizard when she says they're going to go back to the beginning.

"Why can't you change the weather here?" he asks as he sits at the table finally. "Are we going to be dreaming when we go there?"

"I can teleport here." Matilda interjects, peeking up at the others to make sure no ones's shoving sausage up their nose or something equally horrifying like that. It might sound like a brag if she didn't sound so weirdly unsure of herself. She pauses to politely dab at her mouth with a napkin.

"If it's not the beach... what kind of place are we going to? Is it dangerous?"

The fact that some powers work here while others don't is interesting. Haizea can't control the weather, but Matilda can teleport. As much as Garrot wants to summon a clone, he does not want to run the risk of it saying something stupid here. Plus, there really doesn't seem to be enough room for two of him.

"But didn't this all start at Harsen Island?" Garrot sounds skeptical of this little field trip. He wants to buy into it because everything started on the Island, so whatever she wants to show them they can see when they're awake. So it's a waste of time, and good for the fate of the world. But she's been at this for forty years, she knows how to manipulate people.

"So tonight's a meal, tomorrow's the date, and then you start tricking people into wanting to fuck over the world." He's sure there's something to learn there, something about the center of the planet being alive and her relationship with the Protector. But he doesn't trust her one bit to be the narrator on that story.

It's a good thing she won't be the narrator then, huh Garrot?

"I can stop the rain if you'd prefer." She offers to Haizea, curious if she'll take the offer. Either way, there are other questions on the table that she has to address.

"You'll be dreaming, it would be dangerous if you weren't." She leans back against the far counter, letting the last foods float to various plates to refill what had been eaten. She doesn't start cooking any more.

"This year might be different." She offers in contrast to Garrot's accusation, but he'd also asked if this all started here and: "It started here, so it ends here."

"Nah, don't stop it, I like the rain. Just wanted to see if you were right or not 'bout my powers," she shrugs. She's a little irritated, honestly, but she keeps her cool.

When the Wizard starts talking about this year being different, and making insinuations about the end, though, her irritation becomes harder to conceal.

"What if we refuse to go?" She wants this year to be normal, she doesn't want to think about a beginning or an end.

Gyre is watching the wizard pretty closely as she answers each question in turn. He wants to pick out every detail that he can, his eyes narrowing in thought. He wants more information. He wants to go to this place she's talking about now, and he begins to open his mouth to say just that.

Instead, there's Haizea and his attention snaps to her, his nose wrinkling in distaste.

"Why would you refuse?"

"Because this is how it starts." If Garrot's words could cut, those would be like a bonesaw. As fun as eating a raw egg has been, the conversation has gotten serious and so he does the same. He needs to remind them all why they're here.

"She gets us to trust her with, I guess, some crazy stories about the world." He shrugs, and decides to be polite. "Maybe they're true. And maybe she's rewriting history, showing us what she wants us to know so then we sympathize and she can get us to destroy the world."

The Wizard has stated her motives clearly enough over the years, and they'd be idiots not to see everything she does in light of that. That said... "If the Protector was doing this it'd be fine. Then we could just ask you what he's lying about." The paradox is that she might lie about his truths, but. Baby steps.

This is a familiar debate. The Wizard knights, throughout the years, frequently had disagreements like this one. One after another, year after year, one would argue for and one would argue against. Rarely, they would both agree, but she wasn't typically lucky enough to have same-minded knights on her side.

"You're giving me too much credit." She offers after a moment, turning her just-barely-there smirk towards Garrot. He's making some particularly wild assumptions here and she wants to go on the record with one of the most true truths there was.

"I'm a terrible liar."

At Gyre's nose wrinkle, she stares back levelly. "I don't wanna go where it ends, I don't want it to end at all! This yearly game is stupid, but as long as we kill all the monsters then the world keeps on turnin'. If I can do anythin' to make sure that happens then I'm gonna, I got too many people dependin' on me to even think 'bout taking any risks."

When the Wizard finishes speaking though, she sighs. "For what it's worth, I don't actually think you're lying. I just can't care about the truth. It don't matter to me how this started, all that matters is that we live another year."

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"Selfish," he growls at Haizea, all the weight of judgment and disgust rumbling in his throat. To think he admired her even for a moment! He can't believe she'd so blatantly say how little she values the people who aren't in her circle. Disgusting!

"She doesnt want us to destroy the world," he says, looking pointedly at Garrot. He feels like he's the only one who listened at all, and the anger is clear in his voice, his expression, the tense way he gestures as he speaks.

"The world is dying, and it's kept... turning by the blood of dozens and dozens of people. The best thing I can see is try to heal it, and we can't do that without knowing how it started."

Garrot’s tone makes Matilda want to shove her face back into her breakfast, and she stays quiet while the others argue their cases, her face growing more and more heated by the moment. Matilda’s never been one for conflict, preferring to ignore it and carry on to her own drumbeat— but this is too important to ignore.

By the time Gyre’s finished speaking, Matilda’s perfectly manicured nails are cutting into the palms of her hands, her teeth gritted. “He’s right, you know. I want us to live another year too—“ She doubts herself. Pauses. Flounders. And then realized if she doesn’t keep taking now, Garrot or someone else will start talking again, and she’ll miss her chance to be heard. So she pushed away from the table and stand. “But we cant just say no! We cannot bring anything to finality, not without seeing the fountainhead! It gives us the very best chance!”

Selfish. The word makes Garrot's blood boil, it makes his claws dig into his palms so hard he draws blood. It makes him think back to the night before, to the conversation he and Gyre had. To dinner with Zafika. As much as he wants to let loose, to wrap his hands around the wild elf's throat and permanently shut it, he knows he shouldn't. He can't.

Garrot has gone out of his way to support the others, to give them no reason to seek out the Wizard. But the four of them, they need to work together and present a united front against The Wizard, so she can't manipulate the ones closest to her.

So Garrot goes silent and closes his eyes.

He can feel Gyre's gaze on him, can hear his plight and then Matilda's. But Garrot can also hear his breathing, loud and deep, as if to muffle the chatter. He focuses on it, on the times he would meditate in the elements, which was much more distracting than an argument between heroes.

"We're all right." Garrot opens his eyes, and while he isn't smiling, he looks gentler. Looks like counting to ten did wonders for his temper. "Our planet is like a patient in a hospital on life support, it can't live on its own." He nods, and then looks to Matilda and gives her a tiny little smile. Garrot won't say it yet, but he's proud that she found her spine.

"We can either keep the life support going for another year," he nods at Haizea, "which is fine. Sometimes things improve! Or we try and do a risky, cutting-edge procedure that might not even work. But maybe it will." And he finally tilts his head towards Gyre. "Neither choice is selfish." Rude, good sir.

"But we can't get a second opinion, and we can't trust her." Finally, he gestures dismissively with one hand towards the Wizard. "If she's a terrible liar, then she wasn't lying when she said her goal is to kill the Protector, which she said would destroy the world, not heal it." And then he ignores the others, and takes a step right towards the Wizard herself. "But as long as we aren't blindly accepting your little home movie, I'm on board." That last remark sounds more like a warning to the others.

The knights around her have put on a spectacular show. She looks to each of them as they speak, giving them her full attention so they have no doubts they've been heard. She'd expected them to devolve into shouting, especially because the content-to-observe Matilda joined in as well. But the shout-prone Garrot holds himself back and even encourages cooperation.

More importantly, he'd used an appropriate metaphor for the state of the planet. Haizea had reaffirmed her attachment to this dying world. Matilda had expressed interest in tomorrow's visit. Progress was being made.

"If nothing is done, nothing will improve." She clarifies, looking between Garrot and Gyre.

"He won't improve anything, and it's his life that's keeping this limbo going." She levels her gaze on Garrot as he moves towards her, her voice entirely devoid of even the slightest emotion as she repeats the fact she'd shared before so there's no doubt left whatsoever.

"I'm going to kill the Protector."

"You see!" Haizea exclaims, throwing a hand in the air for emphasis. "The Wizard's not lyin', but she wants to kill the Protector, and if the Protector dies then the world ends! Y'all can talk big 'bout tryin' to heal the world, but if we go along with her we're just workin' towards a plan for mass euthanasia. If we had any hint that healin' the planet was even possible that'd be one thing, but as it is all the info we got oughta lead us to believe that this shit is terminal, the only variable is when the death date is." She's angry, but doing her best to keep her cool and make her points calmly. Her hackles are still pretty raised from the tone Gyre used with her earlier though.

"I don't care if this is limbo, I don't care if the world shoulda ended long ago. All I know for sure is that everyone alive right now should keep livin'. I'm responsible for too many people to even take a chance on that," she sighs and gestures towards the Wizard. "Y'all kept it goin' this long and I'm gonna make sure you keep it up. I wish things weren't like this, I wish you could rest, but if you bein' sleepless means my kids get to grow up, then I'll keep you awake myself if I gotta." She cracks her knuckles before clenching her fists and releasing them a few times, feeling the adrenaline from confrontation.

"If that makes me selfish, then I'll be the greediest bitch alive."

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