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.

OOC NOTES

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Comments

[fellheart]

You will have to be more specific— which part, exactly?

[leewards]

Returning home after mingling with these people for months.

[fellheart]

Months, is it ... I would say that it is the equivalent of a mere blink of an eye, in the overall scheme of things.

[ would? ]

[leewards]

Oh, why did I even bother with you. [Throws up his hands.] You're just as bad as Solomon now.

[Yes he said that for a reason. An insult, of course.]

[fellheart]

Thank you, Ithaqua.

[ ouch, now that's an insult. ]

Honestly, if I should ever become like that man I think I should simply let myself be ended on the spot. Perhaps the next incarnation won't be so foolish.

That said, regarding your actual question ... 'home' is a very generous way of putting it.

[leewards]

[He doesn't need to say what Solomon is like to describe what Robin was like just that moment-- they both know Solomon, even if they wish they did not.]

You should start to watch yourself. Being grim is better than being like him.

[fellheart]

I do not think you'll have to worry about me ever not being grim, no matter what it is certain parties here want for me to do. As I've already said to others here— I am not the man I was. To playact as him would be exactly that.

But, that said... I am what humanity made me to be. I am a reflection of them, the things they do and do not wish to acknowledge. Surely it is not so unthinkable that I might pick up a few of their bad habits, when subjected to them for long enough.

[leewards]

You could have picked up from someone better. But that's much too late now, is it? We're all about to leave.

[Which brings him back to the topic he opened with.]

What do you make of the situation, then? Your thoughts as we are all about to leave.

[fellheart]

He's unfortunately quite loquacious. [ while also saying absolutely nothing. it's the worst of dealing with the courts of ylissean high society and the vipers' nest that was the heart of the grimleal all over again. ] But as you say, we're all about to leave.

As for my thoughts...? I suppose I find myself somewhat surprised, in some ways. Despite a few months being a comparatively short period of time, it seems that quite a lot has managed to occur nonetheless.

[ all you people getting engaged for one thing? ]

[leewards]

[He feels like he's being judged for his romantic choices.]

In a way, I believe it's because of how we were all pushed together. [He doubts people would have cared for each other the way they have if they all didn't live under one roof. If they were not sorted into groups meant to represent the various countries.]

[fellheart]

That might be one thing, perhaps. [ he's seen whirlwind romances, shit happens during times of war. hell he's matchmade some of those considering how he specifically utilized and encouraged pairing up. ]

But I wonder if the fact that those not true to themselves would find themselves struggling to commune with the spirits here might not have also played a factor.

[leewards]

[he tilts his head.]

You think that they latched onto someone else for emotional support? [Or is Ithaqua reading too much into it...]

[fellheart]

[ a slight spreading of his hands, 'what can you do.' ] You're the one who said it, not me.

But I would also hazard that the need for truth might also have cut out much of the usual, hmm, proprieties involved in such things. Why dance around each other when denying oneself seems to be actively detrimental to one's ability to work magic?

[leewards]

That would be most detrimental to Phil, however. [Sorry Phil...]

To say the fear of the unknown is a more accurate observation, in my opinion.