i promise we'll walk across the moon someday soon

[promittere]

FULL MOON CODA

The moon wanes, and retreats into the sky.

After a quick chat and a vote, the otherworldly wizards, their mentor, and their sage decide to hand Victor over to the Central government—to the young wizard who appeared later in the ordeal. As both a sage's wizard and Crown Prince to the Central throne, Prince Arthur is the ideal person to understand both the discriminatory behavior driving Victor against wizards and the political ramifications of his actions, both past and planned. He pledges to you to make sure that, even if you aren't around to see it, Victor pays for what he's done and then some, while respecting Tatara's wishes to avoid bloodshed. He'll manage his case, while making sure his uncle, Vincent, does not have too much sway, due to his relationship with the West. Ultimately, he'll be locked up for life, put to hard labor, and made sure his intelligence is not misused.

When the sun rises, everyone gets to work repairing the manor. The damage is pretty bad but not unsalvageable, and it's made a lot easier with the help of some of the other original wizards who trickle in as the day begins. So long as it hasn't been burnt into absolutely nothing, it's salvageable—hopefully your figurines are safe!

For the first time since you arrived in this world, things feel stable. The brittleness in the air is no longer there, and there's a serenity to the breeze and the sky. It's comfortable. As the previous sage and sage's wizards begin to go about their business as usual, they mention anomalies and other odd incidents they must take care of around the world, but it is nothing like what you initially remember. This is no longer a world a hair's breadth away from falling apart, and you fixed it.

Whether you noticed it in the chaos of the final fight, or you hear it from someone else, or you notice on your own in the days that follow, you will realize that your sage crest is gone. With the other wizards in place again, your job here is done. Quite literally. You are no longer obligated to Tatara or to this world. All that's left is to go home.

A day and time is chosen for the ritual, and you have a few days after the final battle before the ritual is ready. This would be a good time to wrap up loose ends before you go, perhaps for good.

And when the ritual is ready, you'll know.

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OG WIZZY PARTY

[promittere]

[ You've seen them in passing in the past few days, fleeting glimpses of them here and there as they filter back into the manor of their own accord (the old sage did say they'd come back, after all) and reunite with people from whom they'd suddenly been torn. And perhaps you've interacted with a select few in the lead up to this day, as they helped you come up with hexes and binds and charms so that you may keep in contact with the friends you've made here. So they are not unfamiliar faces at this point, by any means.

But today, all twenty one of the original wizards and their sage have gathered here to watch you off. They're here in the courtyard, looking at you curiously, but also with an eagerness.

They're willing to chat and mingle for a bit, and give their thanks before you go. ]

[leewards]

[Ithaqua approaches the wizards without fear in his gait, obvious for all to see even if his face is covered by his mask. He's confident! Even around the men who are still far more powerful than him and can just completely disregard him.]

I have a request. [Then he holds out the staff that used to be his axe, the top of it splintered off when the axe head was wrenched off of it with a strong but careless blow. The lantern that was once hanging from it is now on his belt.]

Before I inherited this staff, it was my mother's, a witch who lived her life alone and hated until she found me. I would like it to find its final resting place on manor grounds.

... Please. [He used the word! This is how important it is for him.]


(am down for whoever you think is appropriate for this!)

[promittere]

—Hm?

[ Who Ithaqua approaches is a young boy in his mid-teens, who stares at the foreign wizards both in awe and in trepidation. He almost jumps when Ithaqua speaks to him—it's almost as though he can feel Ithaqua's Northern affinity—but his eyes widen and snap up to his mask when he mentions his mother. ]

...My mother was a witch, too. A famed and powerful one.

[ His speech is polite, but his voice firm with conviction. He wraps his hands gently around the staff and hugs it to his chest. ]

I'll take good care of this. I'll place it somewhere befitting your mother.

[leewards]

[There are so many children among these wizards... His pride is taking a battering seeing younger ones so much more powerful than him.]

In the manor, preferably. She's had enough snow in her lifetime. [And so has Ithaqua, really. He still loves the snow, but only if it's not in a terrible, dreary forest. He hopes that staff will anchor her here. It's seen the lifetimes of two magical people after all.

Even assisted in restoring the life one of said magical people.]

But I defer to your judgement.

[promittere]

[ In the manor, away from the snow. The boy gives a firm nod, confidence brimming in his eyes. ]

I'll find the perfect spot to honor her, then! There's a nice sunny clearing in the training forest that I hear doesn't get too much snow, but there are lots of flowers and butterflies in the spring. How does that sound?

[impacter]

[Solomon sure is hanging out a lot over here, so any wizard will be great, but it's any of the Norths + Arthur and Oz he wants to talk to specifically.

(I will also take Figaro because lol lmao)]

[lonenight]

[For all of the power that radiates off of this wizard, there's just as much awkward stiffness with how he greets Solomon.]







...Arthur said you were representing the North.

[🧍]

[impacter]

[Ah, now that's an aura one can feel from a mile away.

He'll nod at the approach, a hand tucked to his chin.]

One of several, yes.

Henry came to request help from us in your absence.

[fallingsand]

[ Does he talk to them? Does he not? What if they don't like him? What if he's annoying? There's a lot of second-guessing himself, in true Bruno fashion, before he finally convinces himself to walk up to Snow and White. He is, of course, nervously twisting the edge of his ruana between his hands, but here he is, nerves or not. ]

Uh, hey, hello. I'm Bruno. I... was told you two can, y'know, see the future, too? At. At least, that's what I've been told.

[ Thanks to the wizards back on that Western island. They'd be kind enough to mention other known wizards with future sight, and these two had pretty much been it. ]

[fratricided]

[The two look up to him with wide, yellow eyes—they don't quite manage to give off the impression of innocent children, despite how young they look, a sharpness in their eyes giving away that they are very, very old.

They have Sage's marks on opposite sides of their necks, the only thing about them that isn't identical. The one standing to the left also has a mark that's incomplete, like half of it was smudged away.]

Oh, yes.

[The twin on the right speaks up, the one on the left continuing on.]

Divination is a specialty of ours, though I'm sure the methods we use are different than what we're used to! We've tried just about everything, after all.

[hohoho!]

[fallingsand]

[ There is something so incredibly off-putting about these two, but he can't quite put his finger on it. Then again, one would presume any sort of seer would have something strange about them. Bruno certainly considers himself rather strange, after all. ]

Huh. I'm not sure mine would work if I tried different methods. It's more of a gift given to me rather than a... thing I wanted to specialize in. I guess I was just wondering how you two manage it. I've never really had anyone else to ask before ending up here, so. This is kind of my last chance to, isn't it?

[ There was Urianger, of course, and while he does appreciate his friend's insights and knowledge, having a wider range of thoughts on prophecy can only be helpful, right? ]

[dyingtohealyou]

[He isn't approaching any himself, but if Unkie and/or Lav want one of them to befriend/harass the brat then who am I to deny them the chance.

In general he's eyeing them with a bit of wariness though. Magic users..........]

[speedingticket]

[ Strangers are just friends you haven't met yet!

So hi, Ahito. You've caught the attention of this particular wizard—there's a gentle air about him and a warmth to the way he looks and interacts with everyone. He cradles a sketchbook in his hands, and when he notices Ahito hanging warily by the edges, he'll clutch it to his chest and quietly approach. ]

Hello. [ His smile, voice, and the way he tilts his head in greeting are all soft and kind, his green eyes like the first sprouts of spring. ] Who might you be?

[dyingtohealyou]

[How could he have been caught,]

...

Ahito. I was a temporary stand in for the Northern wizards.

[Nothing more than that.]

[troublereduction]

[ Day also sure is hanging out a lot over here, but it's the Southern wizards he's particularly interested in having one last talk to before he goes. He's been curious ever since he first heard about them at the ball.

Alternatively, any of the wizards who might be interested in the fact Day's been carrying a copy of a memory around with him even before all this, courtesy of Ginger and Phil. ]

[simpledoctor]

[Copies of a memory? Well that's interesting, and incredibly interesting...

But he'll play it cool, an easy smile on the Southern wizards face. He has no idea what sort of stories have been told about him, which is a shame...]

You seem to have something on your mind. Anything you want to ask before you get whisked away again?

[troublereduction]

[ He sure is carrying one around, alright. Figaro might be able to tell there's another copy around too, based on the magic signature. ]

Nah, more like it'd be a shame to not chat with who we were standin' in for at least once, yeah?

[ And in the end, Day enjoys talking to people. Even if this meeting will be brief, he thinks it's worth experiencing anyway. ]

I heard a little 'bout the Southern wizards, so I've always been curious. You would be...?

[lustro]

[ Ginger won't really go out of his way to make small talk, but he's social enough to talk to the nearest wizard. ]

How does it feel for you guys? Like nothing's changed and no time has passed?

[saignee]

[It's okay, who needs small talk when there's a Western wizard on the prowl?]

I wouldn't say it feels like nothing's changed—after all, there's so many more people here in the manor, with their own wants and needs...

[There's an easy smile on his face, as if the man isn't bothered at all by being in a magic coma for three months.]

Though it wasn't much time that passed, either. Three months is hardly the blink of an eye for most of us.

[how old could this guy even be...]

[fullspbar]

[ He's not really so much approaching as much as he is pretty much sizing all of them up...so these are their predecessors, huh. Mismatched bunch, just like they are.

Well, he won't exactly say no to any of them, but he's not exactly a big conversation master, either. ]

[promittere]

[ There are two (2) awkward dudes here.

One of the old wizards happens to be standing nearby, occasionally casting glances over at Shinjiro. If Shinjiro catches onto his vibes it'll seem like he wants to say something, but isn't really sure how to broach the subject, or even approach the guy...

Which probably means he's an Eastern wizard. ]

So, uh. [ He clears his throat, and the moment he has Shinjiro's attention, his gold eyes dart to the side, avoiding eye contact. ]

That your magic on the kitchen door?

[fullspbar]

[ He'd been under the impression most of these guys would be pretty confident, at least; the way this guy is side-eyeing him says otherwise. Or maybe he's just cautious; can't fault him for that one, either.

But the vibes are at least somewhat familiar. Eastern, dare he say.

Shinjiro's eyes lock on the moment the other speaks, but he notes the eyes darting away awkwardly. Yeah, definitely Eastern...but the question has him notably pausing. ]

Ah? [ Oh, right. He sure did...forget to peel that off, didn't he. Well! ] Yeah, that's mine. Was just keepin' one guy out, anyway, so it's not anything you lot gotta worry about.

[ Not that it worked, in the end. 40+ pies worth of wasted ingredients... ]

[fellheart]

[ well, for better or for worse robin does owe mithra a fight, so he's probably been hanging around.

does he have any real, actual expectation of coming out on top? no, not really. a paltry three months- the blink of an eye, really- isn't enough to properly reclaim the power he's capable of wielding, the power he lost upon being summoned here, and he's fully aware mithra is the second most powerful wizard in this world because he does his research. all the ability to read an opponent in the world can't always compensate for a power difference that's simply too large, but hey, at the very least it'll be a chance to stretch his wings and get the draconic urge to just wreck a few things out of his system? he'll content himself with managing to get in whatever good hits he can... we can probably just handwave this unless we really want to spend more time rolling dice on the farewell log..............

outside of that he's probably curious about their other predecessors too, but especially oz ... i'm not fussy though! ]

[promittere]

[Is Mithra excited? It might be hard to tell, with his generally muted and drowsy expression, but there's a bright gleam in his eyes at the thought of a fight.]

Are you ready?

[he's so ready to fight a dragon he's never seen the likes of before!!! rip to the collateral damage that's about to happen in this smackdown]

[fellheart]

How courteous of you for asking.

[ considering every other northern wizard they've run into so far and all? though speaking of collateral damage- ]

Hmm... I suppose our Sages, whether erstwhile or current, might possibly make a fuss if we go too far or make too much of a mess, [ also ithaqua ] so perhaps we should establish some ground rules first before start. What are we going until, and where do we draw the line? I imagine neither of us will be satisfied with first blood...