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lunaecalamitas2024-06-29 12:29 am
promittere) wrote in lunaecalamitas2024-06-29 12:29 am
i promise we'll walk across the moon someday soon
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.
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
🌙 This is the end of Lunae Calamitas! Thank you so much for playing! We hope you had fun ♥
🌙 This post will remain open, so feel free to play out what loose ends you'd like to resolve ICly.
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🌙 Enjoy the journey home, and rest well. You earned it.
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Hm? What things?
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First one's the letter to my sister you asked me to write, and...
[ Day then reaches up behind his neck, undoing a chain hidden beneath his shirt collar before he fishes out a familiar pendant from beneath his clothes. ]
I think you should hold onto this. Seems kinda redundant to keep both halves when I'm gonna be followin' Phil home. And...
[ ...There's a pause, like he's debating if he should say this, but he trusts Ginger (and Phil) will understand what he means. In any case, Ginger may have forever, but Day does not—and even if he has a long life ahead of him, "a while" could mean a year or two or even longer, and Day will feel the pressure of time. He doesn't know if he'll get another chance to say this. ]
I think it'd be more fittin' if both of them were held onto by people I love.
[ Because Ginger is dear (feels right, as Ginger had put it) to him in a way that's hard to put into words otherwise, though he won't expect to hear the same said back to him in any sense. One act of selfishness before he goes. ]
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(It feels weird to hold something so precious, to promise himself to be reliable now for the future and in the future when he’s just - this. He’s just Ginger. But he can try - because - )
(…)
The pendant gives him some pause. He quietly slips the letter into his uniform pocket, always a space bigger than it seems - just… buying some time really. ]
… Two halves should stay together.
[ Then he makes a face, a little embarrassed. A little resigned to this affection between them. Couldn’t it be argued that Day and him are two halves of a sort? Day doesn’t make up his heart, but Ginger would undoubtedly be broken without him in a way he couldn’t describe. ]
Alright.
[ Finally, he takes it. The way it catches light is as brilliant as the celestials they’re both so familiar with. ]
But… I’m not cheesy enough to wear this around my neck, okay? I’ll keep it safe. [ Honestly, if he’d known Day would give it back to him, he wouldn’t have made it into an earring. Too elegant for his style. There’s a lopsided smile. ] I’ll hold onto it in my own way.