Hope RP (
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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"Ugh." He rolls his eyes, conceding defeat and shifting gears to a question that matters. "So if you and the Protector weren't connected until your little plan forty years ago, why'd it work out this way?" He brings a hand to his chin, trying to choose his words. "Why aren't you the Protector, and why isn't he the Wizard? Are-" He stutters for a moment. "Are the limits on your powers stopping you from doing whatever he's doing to Protect the planet?"
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He wore makeup in every form, after all.
"Coincidence." She answers, moving herself to walk away from him. Seems like she's planning on ending this conversation. Sorry Garrot.
"He would have to change something for me to try." She adds with her back turned.
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"Then we convince him to change something!" He sounds earnest, desperate, hurt. It seems like there's a glimmer of hope, of... compassion. "Maybe you don't both have to die and take the world with you!" Is he just entertaining this for the sake of the rest of the planet? Maybe. He's not sure anymore. "When was the last time you actually had a conversation with him without trying to kill him?"
Ever the optimist, even in the face of his sworn enemy. Because... maybe she doesn't have to be the world's enemy.
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"He strikes first. I need you, don't let him kill you." And she watches for any reaction he might have, turning away again. In three steps, she's gone. Back to the steps. Away from this conversation.