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wizardseason) wrote2019-02-13 12:43 pm
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Wizard's House
"Hey"
The Wizard greets the evil-allured knights the same way every night, with the same word, while casually sitting on the steps of the porch outside of her little home. The building looks handmade, like it was built by people who cared about the place they were going to live. Surrounding it on all sides are fields as far as the eye can see. Vegetables of all kinds, with fruit trees and bushes placed throughout the landscape. Closer to the home are bigger trees, willows and others, providing shade from the strange three suns above. Wherever this is, it isn't the world that the knights know.
Plunged into the ground a mere few feet away from the steps leading up to the home is a handwritten sign that states the following:
The Wizard greets the evil-allured knights the same way every night, with the same word, while casually sitting on the steps of the porch outside of her little home. The building looks handmade, like it was built by people who cared about the place they were going to live. Surrounding it on all sides are fields as far as the eye can see. Vegetables of all kinds, with fruit trees and bushes placed throughout the landscape. Closer to the home are bigger trees, willows and others, providing shade from the strange three suns above. Wherever this is, it isn't the world that the knights know.
Plunged into the ground a mere few feet away from the steps leading up to the home is a handwritten sign that states the following:
Knight Rules:
- Tell others if you want
- You can't reveal others
- The world ends this year
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"That's enough!" And with the speed of a master martial artist, Garrot's placed himself right in the middle between Haizea and Gyre. He's got one arm out for each of them, and he's as ready to push them away as he is to grab each of them by the throat. As Garrot takes a deep breath, his hands stop shaking, and he aims another smile towards Matilda. You don't need to worry, kiddo.
"Haizea, we're going, and that's final. You're outvoted, and you don't have to like it. And you're not selfish or broken." He's glaring at her, but there's a hurt look to him that shows he's sympathetic. Garrot doesn't trust this shit either. "And you," his head turns to face Gyre, and if looks could kill, the elf would be double dead, "need to apologize for insulting someone because you disagree with them. You're the oldest one here, so act like it, gramps!" No, Gyre, he hasn't forgotten about that grandkid of yours, the family that doesn't even know you're on the island, but he's trying to be calm, to be nice, even as the elf brings up families like he knows anything about them. So Garrot's demeanor shifts with such ice and venom that it's clear he's putting all his meditation-repressed anger into this one moment.
"I've had to grieve over my family getting dragged into this shit for years. So have my children. You haven't, Gyre. So if I ever hear you trying to use our pain to prove some point you don't know a damn thing about, the Protector will be the least of your problems." Gyre's crossing a lot of lines right now, and if Garrot doesn't try to stop him, someone else could be in trouble. And part of stopping him means distracting them all from this, so they can put their boundless frantic energy into solving an actual problem.
"Besides, if you're gonna get mad at anyone, shouldn't it be her?" And his head nods towards the Wizard, who's got his attention again. "If she didn't want people to die, she'd put down her hammer and have all her monsters just run away like the first one! So why isn't the Protector the only one killing people?!"
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And Garrot brings her in.
Boy, oh, boy does he bring her in. He's lucky enough to bring that topic up here, and when he does her hammer clatters onto the floor behind the counter. The sound of the metal handle and head hitting the floor echoes throughout the room like a bell being rung. Where'd she get that from? When was she holding it? Either way, it's on the floor and she uses the loud noise to answer. Unsurprisingly, she just looks tired as she responds. Her characteristic smirk is barely there.
"I don't control them." She watches Garrot as she says it, saving the bombshell for now.
"They come to me because the companions go to him." The monsters, of course, and, most importantly...
"And I've never killed anyone."
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“A dozen people a year is small price to pay for literally everyone else in the world gettin’ to live! Just ‘cause my kids are at the forefront of my mind don’t mean they’re all I care about!” she snarls, goddamn she’s so mad at this obtuse man. She’d say more but then Garrot actually puts himself between the two of them and she’s even angrier. How dare he tell her what to do! Like he could make her go along with their plans, plans that as far as she’s still concerned still have a real high chance of ending the whole dang world.
She’s fixing to say just that, when the Wizard drops her bombshell.
“...Okay, now I do think you’re lyin’. Even if we believe you don’t control the monsters, despite you actually gettin’ the tenth monster to come freak me out at the ramen place the other day, didn’t you destroy that whole fuckin’ town the first year this all went down?”
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The fury resolves into a bitter rage instead. He cannot stand the way Garrot talks to him. The way he seems to think he knows anything about him. He rolls his eyes the second he's told to apologize, gramps sliding uselessly off his back. He doesn't know what the word means honestly, and he doesn't know why Garrot is using it as an insult.
"Oh, fuck off," he growls, throwing his hands up between them as if to push Garrot away from him. He doesn't want to actually touch him though, so he turns and walks away, sniping over his shoulder, "I'm going with her. Twelve people is too many people, and I don't need to be grieving to know that."
And he almost leaves after that? He wants to just go out into the rain, too pissed off to be in this room with these people right now. Instead, Haizea actually says something of any value at all, and he pauses on the far side of the room to listen. He believes the wizard when she says she hasn't killed anyone, but he does want to know what the hell happened with the village. He's pretty sure he's out of this house as soon as he's got that answer though.
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“I’m going too. Everyone deserves to know the truth.”
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But then the Wizard drops that unbelievable little bomb, and Garrot finds himself silent again. He's glad Haizea and Matilda jumped in, asking some really good questions, because otherwise he really would've started shouting. And Gyre... Garrot ignores the wild elf altogether, unwilling to respect him as a fellow Knight.
"So you're telling me," the words are cold, aimed towards the Wizard. "That you can teleport people and create stuff out of nothing," Garrot wishes he had laser eyes. "And you can't stop them from killing people?"
He raises an eyebrow, he's scowling, and Garrot's new goal is to figure out how to end this once and for all, so that when he kills the Wizard, it's for good.
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An interesting quartet of knights, that much was certain. But she's set on answering the questions they'd asked her. The last bits of her smirk leave her face as she answers, looking utterly emotionless.
"I can't control what's stronger than me." She says it and leaves it hanging in the air for a moment. The monsters are stronger than the Wizard?
"And I couldn't save anyone in that village."
...
And all four of the evil knights wake up in a cold sweat in their beds/where they fell asleep. If they look at the clock, it's exactly one minute after they fell asleep. Morning's a far way off, better get back to sleep.
[ Each knight can make one additional tag to this post for any wrap-up they need to take care of or if they want to note what their knight does during their late-night wake up. ]
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She sits up in bed, and just breathes for a moment, still feeling the tension from earlier. Was she really ready to straight up fight Gyre? Maybe. She's fought people for dumber reasons before.
The Wizard, though... If she can't control the monsters, and she couldn't save anyone in the village, then maybe she's not as strong as Haizea thought. After all, they've killed two monsters already! They could probably kill the Wizard too, but would it stick? She's come back before, she could come back again.
Haizea sighs then, annoyed at the realization that even if they could kill her, she doesn't... really want to? The monsters, sure, she'll kill them all day. The one in Bamborough today got a good hit on her, as far as she's concerned it's open season on monsters. But she still doesn't really want to kill the Wizard herself. Especially if she DID try and save the village. Haizea can respect that. But, that possibility just raises a much, much bigger question.
If the Wizard didn't destroy the village... then who did?
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The words echoed in Garrot's thoughts as he jolted from one wakefulness to the next. She couldn't because she didn't try, or because she did and it didn't matter? Were they doomed, like the rest of the planet when whatever was inside would break free? Or was she just as lackadaisical then as she is now? He thinks back, back to the why behind everything he's learned. Why couldn't she and the Protector fix things? Why did things go wrong? If she can grant people's wishes, why can't she do more?!
"I can't control what's stronger than me."
The words hit Garrot like a cannon full of bricks. She's strong enough to destroy towns, to blow up the world, and she can't stop a bunch of monsters?! She can't force their strikes away from fatal blows?! It's complete and utter bullshit, honestly, and as angry as it makes the doctor to think about... If she's telling the truth, then if he actually wants to kill the Twelfth Monster, to avenge his father, he'll have to be at the top of his game.
So Garrot's already skulking his way down to his backyard, staff in hand, to get some extra practice in before the sun shows its face. He can't afford to waste a single moment.