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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:

Knight Rules:
- Tell others if you want
- You can't reveal others
- The world ends this year

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For the first night, there are four new arrivals to this place. They arrive sitting, leaned back against one of the trees near the Wizard's little home. Haizea, Garrot, Gyre, and Matilda will all wake to find that they are in eachothers' company... and, of course, the Wizard's.

She's sitting on the steps outside her home with an apple in hand. She's working a blade slowly through the outside, skinning it in one long noodly piece.

The light of the three suns is jarring enough for Garrot to snarl, bringing a hand to cover his eyes until it dawns on him that this is wrong. Three suns are weird enough, but he's not alone- three of his allies are here, and as much as he wants to assume it was because they all made such radiant impressions on him... He sees the Wizard. The doctor hisses out an "oh fuck no" as he rises to his feet, eyes scanning the sign as his storming feet set towards the Wizard. And boy oh boy is he shouting, a half step from a berserker rage.

But deep down, part of him knows that if nothing else, he's putting himself between the Wizard and his allies. So they might be safe, if they're even in danger here to begin with. But these three... they should be easy enough to work with as far as damage control. He kinda knows them, that he can help them stay strong, so nobody dies except for this shitty fucking Wizard.

"What the hell do you mean, the world ends, you scrawny little bitch?!" He stops short of the sign, and just throws his hands in the air and starts angrily gesticulating like a parent at a bad teacher. "Are you so tired of losing that you're just gonna stack the deck, lose anyway, and throw a world-ending tantrum?!" He needs answers and he needs them now; he has kids to protect! And the rest of the world, but mostly his kids!

Unfortunately for Garrot, the Wizard was expecting his little tantrum. As he approaches, she holds up a hand towards him. Her fingers are curved like she's holding a TV remote, though there's nothing there, and she presses her thumb into where the volume button would be. Slowly, Garrot's shouting fades out in a gradient to silence. He can try all he wants to shout, but his last half dozen words disappear into nothingness.

"That's enough of that." She speaks, not a hint of emotion making its way into her tone. Most people would be mad, or upset at such vitriol being sent their way. The Wizard is neither, she's as calm as can be, but she has that characteristic tiny smile going on as she tilts her head in response to Garrot's words.

"One question at a time." She adds. She'll shift her finger to seemingly turn his volume back up when he looks calmer than he does now. But if he's going to stay angry, he's going to stay muted.

He wanted to believe this was just a fucked up nightmare brought about from traumas and stress, but the fact that the fuckin' Wizard just muted him forced the reality of things to sink in. Garrot, and three of his allies, would be dealing with this every night until the end. But he doesn't see the point in not being cordial, especially if yelling gets him literally nowhere. What's the point of yelling if not to hear your own voice?! Preposterous bullshit.

"One more time." He breathes out through his nose, and while he's not screaming, he's definitely still pissed. Like kid on the playground slapped his daughter's ice cream cone out of her hand pissed. "What do you mean the world's ending this year?" And then he gestures to the sign. She has to have put it there, right? So she should know what it says. Right?

The sign isn't going to talk... right?!

The sign will never threaten to stab Garrot and, in fact, cannot speak.

The Wizard, on the other hand, can do both of those things. She chooses one over the other in this case.

"Huh." She looks thoughtful for a moment before manifesting a mug in one of her hands, leaving it idly dangling from a finger. She draws her legs up in front of her, propping her knees up so she can settle the mug on one of them.

"I thought it was clear enough. You'll have to tell me what part you need explained." A blink as coffee starts manifesting in a blob over the mug she's made. After a moment, she decides to offer:

"Coffee?"

Matilda's just been standing there dumbfounded, staring at The Wizard, and then at Garrot, because he's loud and it's hard not to stare at him whenever he's existing in the near vicinity. And then she's staring back at The Wizard, because Garrot's not loud, and that's even more freakish than waking up somewhere other than your bed with three other people and The Wizard. She shifts carefully, worried about grass stains on her-- oh, those are awfully cute, though nothing like the frilly nightgown she'd worn to bed. She's quiet, just a moment, then offers the only thing she can think of right now--

"He likes his with sugar."

Matilda, and the three others, are all wearing a set of pajamas that's strikingly similar to the Wizard's own. The only significant difference is that on each of the Knights' sets, there are multiple miniature animals patterning all over them. The Wizard gives a lazy smile up at Matilda's arrival as she manifests a mug, coffee blob, and sugar blob in the air in the vague vicinity of Garrot.

"What about you?" She asks, watching Matilda. Or does she prefer Tea? Hot chocolate?

Matilda's face contorts in the way it has almost every time she's been forced to make a decision on her own over the past entire hellish day. And the Wizard is asking her this. Hesitantly, as if afraid for the judgment she might receive, she responds.

"Just plain. I don't really care for sweet things."

She then pushes up her pajama sleeve and pinches her arm. She had to be polite and respond, even if it's just a dream. But maybe this will wake her up.

In immediate response, a mug and a floating liquid orb of coffee appear floating in front of Matilda. The mug even has her name on it, just waiting to be taken.

"Plain. What about the other two?" She asks, curiously looking out towards the two who hadn't stepped forward yet.

What a way to wake up, huh! Except he's not really awake. Right? This feels too real to be a dream, but he's definitely spent the past few moments staring up at the suns in the sky, and these utterly foreign trees. He pushes himself up to his feet as Garrot goes off and is silenced, and he runs his fingers thoughtfully over the bark, reaching up to pull a leaf off one of the lower branches.

He's actually about to walk into this little gathering of trees and leave the group behind when the wizard asks about their coffee preferences. He doesn't really want to respond. He doesn't know why he's here, or what the wizard could want, and uh he doesn't like most of the people he's seen!

But he also knows the wizard might respond poorly to denial, and so he turns, taking the amethyst that's hung on a gold chain around his neck and tucking it under his shirt. He doesn't need anyone here noticing that thing, thank you.

"None for me."

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Haizea has been staring at the sign in silence for a while now, trying to process all of this. When the Wizard finally addresses her, she looks up, a faraway look in her eyes.

"Is this your idea of a better offer? Coffee and Armageddon? You asked me earlier but since I said no you're just gonna try and make me? Is that it?!" She's angry now, angry enough to grab the sign and yank it out of the ground with all her strength, then hold the sign's post like a club in both hands.

"Get me the fuck OUT of here!"

Matilda just. Sips her coffee.

Unfortunately for Gyre, Haizea has made a bigger spectacle of herself than the others have. Which means that she's going to be the target of this discussion. Off to the side, Matilda will find that the coffee is delicious and good as-is. Wise choice!

When the sigh gets yanked out, it offers almost no resistance but drops little bits of dirt all over.

"You'd already been chosen." She gives a slight shrug before a version of herself stands up from behind herself. This second body casually walks off of the porch and stretches as a third body walks out from behind her. Then a fourth. Now with four wizards, they all give a sleepy smirk and split off from each other to go investigate the four knights here.

The first Wizard goes out towards where Gyre is, watching the way he's examining the leaf.

The second Wizard goes to Garrot, walking past him with a smirk to go where she has some kind of mysterious tomatoes-but-not-tomatoes growing just off the path.

The third Wizard goes over to Matilda, pauses for a moment to look her over, before tapping her mug to make it double in size.

The last Wizard stays put, smirking at Haizea. Something the matter, dragon knight?

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Matilda giggles nervously, at a loss for what else to do as her mug grows. Then she lowers it, hesitating. What's she doing, drinking coffee in the middle of the night? She just kind of peers back at the wizard, cheeks flushed, before speaking up.

"You're not serious about ending the world, are you?"

As Haizea watches the wizard split, she feels the hopelessness of the situation and she hates it. She hates feeling helpless and jerked around and she's so, SO mad.

"WHY?" She yells, and tries to swing the sign at the Wizard. Her yell is pained and heavy. Why did the Wizard pick her as one of her knights? Why was she picked as a Knight at all? Why was the world ending this year? Why was any of this happening? She's full of questions and anger and the two are competing in her actions.

Gyre takes a moment to process Haizea's tantrum, and then the wizard steadily splitting and splitting before he turns his attention down to the one in front of him. He looks... quite passive, considering he woke up on another planet apparently.

"What kind of tree is this?" he asks after a second, holding the leaf up.

The Wizard stays for only a moment before turning to start casually walking away. Waving a hand as if inviting Matilda to follow.

"I'm always serious." She turns back slightly, making sure she's being followed.

"It has to end."

Matilda hurries up, careful not to stumble and spill her coffee all over herself as she scrambles after The Wizard. "But why?"

Look, she just found out this wasn't a tv show this morning, this is all a little too overwhelming for her to find the right questions. "The world's great! It has so many wonderful places and things to see! There are so many adventures to be had here!"

The sign splinters into shreds in Haizea's hands as she swings it, pieces of wood sailing into the air that dissolve into sawdust in the air. A moment later, the sign starts forming again where it was originally in the ground. Just like new, like it was never ruined by the dragon knight to begin with.

"Someone had to be." She answers, leaning back slightly from her seat on the porch.

"Someone has to do the hard work."

Leave it to pig knight to not be reactive, to walk in stride with this whole situation and ask the unusual questions. She approaches, reaching out to touch the tree with a hand. She closes her eyes, letting out a sigh.

"An old friend." She answers, vaguely before she opens her eyes to look right at Gyre.

"The last of its kind."

After a moment, Matilda's cup returns to its standard size. No longer is it a nightmarishly huge mug filled with far too much coffee. Now it has multiple tiny dog prints all over its surface.

"It's already gone." She manifests hot chocolate above her mug, letting it fall into her mug a moment later.

"Delayed destruction, even without my hand."

Haizea just stands there, and slowly lowers her arms out of their swinging position to hang limply at her sides.

"I won't do it. If you're really gonna end the world this time, I won't be a part of it."

"Why not make more?"

He tucks the leaf into the breast pocket of his shirt, glancing cautiously at her. Is it okay to talk to her like this? He supposes he won't know til he tries. The worst she could do is kill him, right?

"You're all-powerful, right?"

"The life that I create is fake, what is lost cannot be restored." She answers, she knows the price of death. She has to deal it out fairly often.

"They should not have been lost to begin with."

That's much better, and Matilda instinctively holds it close to her chest as if the warmth from the coffee might help the chill she just felt go down her spine.

"That can't be right. If it's still here, there's still hope, right?"

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