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lunaecalamitas2024-04-04 11:33 pm
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if you say it's magic, then you're my wizard
WANING GIBBOUS OVERTURE
The seconds tick by, the elevator rattles. There's a soft, musical chime announcing your arrival before the elevator doors creak open, leaving you and a number of others in the courtyard of a stone manor. The manor is large, looming over the trees surrounding it, and the gardens are well maintained, rows of hedges and beds of blooming flowers as far as you can see. The doors linger open until you clear the threshold, as if waiting patiently for you. Dawdle too long and you’ll feel a gentle push, nudging you out into the yard. The doors shut with more rattles and a cheerful ding!, and if you turn to look at it there's nothing to be seen behind you but the milling strangers.
Then there's a sting, mild at first. But soon, the spot where your sage's crest is starts to burn. It's as though you have been branded, and the searing heat clings to your skin. Should you look at your crest, you'll find it glows a faint red, like the dying embers of a fire, but given enough time it will cool to black and no longer hurt.
Once the pain fades, you notice is that the air around you feels distinctly different. It's hard to say exactly what makes it different, or how. It feels brittle, but malleable. That perhaps if you said or did the right thing, you could command reality to your liking—
The wind blows, stirring leaves and flowers, and that's when you notice there are two people in the courtyard that did not emerge from the elevator like everyone else. The taller of the two looks briefly shocked, before a warm smile blots it out, while the shorter of the two looks remarkably unimpressed—for as much as you can make out his expression under the large hat he wears. He glances at the taller man, the charms that hang from his hat clinking, and crosses his arm over his chest.
The taller man nods, turns to the group, and says, "Sorry. I know you were probably in the middle of something important. But...I need you. My name is Tatara Totsuka. I'm your sage, and you are my witches and wizards."
He looks up to the moon hanging in the sky, still pale and visible despite the light of day, and lays it all out for you: a wizard under the sage's guidance is supposed to fight off the Great Calamity—the moon—when it nears. But you are not meant to carry out this task. The original sage and twenty-one wizards suddenly vanished not long ago. No one knows what happened to them, or where they are. They aren't dead. They are gone.
That you are here, that there are so many of you, that you came from different worlds, means that this is a mistake. Something, somewhere, isn't right. Yet the world has decided to claim you in a frantic attempt to keep itself together.
This world is breaking. If you don't fix this, then you'll be stuck here fighting the Calamity yourselves.
When Tatara looks back down to the rest of you, there's a smile on his face, tinged with apology. "But I think it'll be okay. We'll figure this out... Right?"
The golden light of sunset is oddly cold. It settles over you not in a welcoming embrace, but in a possessive hold. There is a sinking feeling in your gut: whatever your home was before matters no longer. Welcome to a world on the brink of destruction—let's hope it's not for good.
The day begins to draw to a close. You're given the rest of the day to process Tatara's words and to familiarize yourselves with the manor. There are plenty of empty spaces in the manor with sparse furniture where you can rest and try to unwind, and hopefully get some sleep. Everything about today might be a lot to unpack, but surely you can at least relax and prepare for the next day.
The morning starts with the sound of bells. A cacophonous racket of them, ringing in your rooms, in your head, jolting you from whatever slumber you can grasp. The source seems to be a note, unassuming if not for the way it shakes with each toll of the bells, and the noise only stops when you read it.
"Go to the courtyard," it says, and if you try to ignore it the noise returns, growing louder and louder until your vision swims and you find yourself standing in the courtyard with everyone else—and the shorter of the two men from yesterday.
"Practice starts right now," he says, looking bored and just as unimpressed as he did yesterday. The sun has barely started over the horizon—it's early, almost absurdly so. "You need to learn magic sooner instead of later, unless you want to die like miserable worms. If you do, just quit now so we can replace you with someone useful."
His explanation on magic is brief—he explains that magic is a deal struck between caster and the spirits of the world, using a meaningful word or phrase to communicate your will to the as-of-yet unseen spirits of the world, who will respond to your desires and power your magic. A focus, an object of significant meaning, will help strengthen your ties to the land and direct the magic for your spells. If you have nothing that would work as a focus right now, he says, chances are the perfect thing will find you anyways.
While he looks unhappy to do so, he emphasizes that magic—as it works here—is all tied to your emotions and your convictions, and then he assigns you a challenge for the week. He wants you to come up with your incantation—the words you'll use to cast all of your magic—as well as find or draw forward your focus, with the final task being summoning a magic broom you'll use for transportation.
Then there's a sting, mild at first. But soon, the spot where your sage's crest is starts to burn. It's as though you have been branded, and the searing heat clings to your skin. Should you look at your crest, you'll find it glows a faint red, like the dying embers of a fire, but given enough time it will cool to black and no longer hurt.
Once the pain fades, you notice is that the air around you feels distinctly different. It's hard to say exactly what makes it different, or how. It feels brittle, but malleable. That perhaps if you said or did the right thing, you could command reality to your liking—
The wind blows, stirring leaves and flowers, and that's when you notice there are two people in the courtyard that did not emerge from the elevator like everyone else. The taller of the two looks briefly shocked, before a warm smile blots it out, while the shorter of the two looks remarkably unimpressed—for as much as you can make out his expression under the large hat he wears. He glances at the taller man, the charms that hang from his hat clinking, and crosses his arm over his chest.
The taller man nods, turns to the group, and says, "Sorry. I know you were probably in the middle of something important. But...I need you. My name is Tatara Totsuka. I'm your sage, and you are my witches and wizards."
He looks up to the moon hanging in the sky, still pale and visible despite the light of day, and lays it all out for you: a wizard under the sage's guidance is supposed to fight off the Great Calamity—the moon—when it nears. But you are not meant to carry out this task. The original sage and twenty-one wizards suddenly vanished not long ago. No one knows what happened to them, or where they are. They aren't dead. They are gone.
That you are here, that there are so many of you, that you came from different worlds, means that this is a mistake. Something, somewhere, isn't right. Yet the world has decided to claim you in a frantic attempt to keep itself together.
This world is breaking. If you don't fix this, then you'll be stuck here fighting the Calamity yourselves.
When Tatara looks back down to the rest of you, there's a smile on his face, tinged with apology. "But I think it'll be okay. We'll figure this out... Right?"
The golden light of sunset is oddly cold. It settles over you not in a welcoming embrace, but in a possessive hold. There is a sinking feeling in your gut: whatever your home was before matters no longer. Welcome to a world on the brink of destruction—let's hope it's not for good.
The day begins to draw to a close. You're given the rest of the day to process Tatara's words and to familiarize yourselves with the manor. There are plenty of empty spaces in the manor with sparse furniture where you can rest and try to unwind, and hopefully get some sleep. Everything about today might be a lot to unpack, but surely you can at least relax and prepare for the next day.
The morning starts with the sound of bells. A cacophonous racket of them, ringing in your rooms, in your head, jolting you from whatever slumber you can grasp. The source seems to be a note, unassuming if not for the way it shakes with each toll of the bells, and the noise only stops when you read it.
"Go to the courtyard," it says, and if you try to ignore it the noise returns, growing louder and louder until your vision swims and you find yourself standing in the courtyard with everyone else—and the shorter of the two men from yesterday."Practice starts right now," he says, looking bored and just as unimpressed as he did yesterday. The sun has barely started over the horizon—it's early, almost absurdly so. "You need to learn magic sooner instead of later, unless you want to die like miserable worms. If you do, just quit now so we can replace you with someone useful."
His explanation on magic is brief—he explains that magic is a deal struck between caster and the spirits of the world, using a meaningful word or phrase to communicate your will to the as-of-yet unseen spirits of the world, who will respond to your desires and power your magic. A focus, an object of significant meaning, will help strengthen your ties to the land and direct the magic for your spells. If you have nothing that would work as a focus right now, he says, chances are the perfect thing will find you anyways.
While he looks unhappy to do so, he emphasizes that magic—as it works here—is all tied to your emotions and your convictions, and then he assigns you a challenge for the week. He wants you to come up with your incantation—the words you'll use to cast all of your magic—as well as find or draw forward your focus, with the final task being summoning a magic broom you'll use for transportation.
Threading out magic practice and ICly discovering your characters' magic words, manifesting their foci, and summoning their broom will count as three different jobs, and will be eligible for a set of rewards each. While not technically classified as a job this time around, this is a special circumstance. When you've accomplished any of these things, please submit them to the rewards page as a job submission.
If you're having trouble coming up with a focus or incantation, think about your answers for the first and third mandatory questions on your app! Your focus of choice does not have to be in your character's inventory—if what works best for them as a focus did not come with them, then they can focus and reach across universes to bring it here with them.
If you're having trouble coming up with a focus or incantation, think about your answers for the first and third mandatory questions on your app! Your focus of choice does not have to be in your character's inventory—if what works best for them as a focus did not come with them, then they can focus and reach across universes to bring it here with them.
JOB BOARD
You may have just gotten here, but people across the continent still need the sage's wizards to do things for them. The job board will typically have 2 - 3 requests each event that can be turned in for rewards when completed.
Sugar delivery. Confectionery shops and pharmacies put in regular orders for wizard sugar to the manor, and despite the unusual circumstances, now is no different. Wizard sugar—sugar spontaneously created through a wizard's magic—is said to have restorative properties and said to bless those that consume it, so it's no wonder it's in high demand. It also happens to be one of the first things young wizards learn to do. So once you've perfected your sugar, go deliver it to the shops in Central capital and to the Southern merchants waiting for shipment near the Central tower.
The Southern merchants, in particular, seem rather anxious to receive as much sugar as possible, as soon as possible.
The Southern merchants, in particular, seem rather anxious to receive as much sugar as possible, as soon as possible.
WANDERER TASKS
The wizards' new mentor knows that this must be an incredibly overwhelming experience, so he has a list of things that should help break down the process of learning and understanding magic. Or that's what he says, at least, but it feels like he's trying to make things more difficult...
Nobody is going to hold your hands for you, and the best way to learn is to understand the root cause of an issue. Use that paper being left around for something actually useful and do some research on the spirits of the countries you've been tasked to represent. I'll be expecting some actual thought out papers within the week.
For the idiots who can't research to save their lives, prove you can actually manage the bare minimum. There's a spot you can't reach without magic within the manor grounds—bring me one of the trinkets you find there.
For the even bigger idiots who are overconfident, come find me and we can spar. I won't go easy on you.
TATARA ACTIVITIES
Tatara knows things are tense and uncomfortable for his new wizards, so he'll offer up a few activities each event post to help them relax if things get too tough.
We're all new here, but we'll be friends before long, I know it! There's a table in the dining room with paper, pens, markers, glitter, and pins so we can all make name tags and get to know each other better. We'll go from strangers to neighbors to besties before you know it!
Oh, you should probably get a feel of the manor, too. This IS your new home, after all! And what better way than...hide and seek?! Sounds fun, right? I'd tell you MY favorite spot to hide, but then that wouldn't be fair!
I don't know how long we're going to be here, so it probably wouldn't hurt to settle in. Grab a friend or two and head to the market in the Central capital to stock up on whatever food you like and stuff for your room. May as well get comfortable!
OOC NOTES
🌙 Welcome to Lunae Calamitas's first event post! Yer a wizard, whether you like it or not.
🌙 While not technically jobs, ICly working out your character's focus, incantation, and broom are all separately eligible for rewards. Good luck on your basics, little wizards! You'll need them...
🌙 Your OOC plotting post is here! Please keep all your plotting on the plotting post, since not everyone uses discord or plurk.
🌙 The South will be going on their mission next week to get this party started. Keep an eye out, Southies!
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Oh, so that's what you are.
( Pot, kettle!!!! Honestly, he's partly frustrated with himself— for some reason, he can't sense things the way he used to. If he'd known there was a vampire here... well, it's not like he cares about anyone else here, but it could've saved him this unpleasant surprise. )
If Totsuka told you you can cast magic just like anyone else, then you can. But if you'd rather whine, then suit yourself. That suits a vampire— more than magic does.
( pot, kettle— )
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'Kay, you're more'n welcome to hate vampires - trust me, I know how it goes - but I ain't done nothin' to ya. The hell're you takin' this out on me for?
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Wolves howl. Lions hunt. Humans destroy. And vampires manipulate. It's what they're made of. They're all the same.
( But he will grant Malice this much quarter: )
... You're the first vampire I've met willing to agree, though.
( Besides himself, but he feels he doesn't count since he's so recently turned. )
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[He lifts his shoulders a bit.]
Personally? I ain't cut out for manipulatin'. But I've been manipulated by vampires, so I can't say you're wrong. Almost every single one I've met has been a real piece o' work. That's why I ended up workin' with humans to take 'em down.
[And then he betrayed those humans, so maybe Mikaela has a point... but whatever, no one said Malice isn't a massive hypocrite!!]
You one of those types? Fightin' against your world's vampires?
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... Are vampires that easy to kill where you're from?
( He's pretty confident he could kill a number of vamps if let loose, but those higher-level ones? He wishes he could. )
Fighting against vampires is a lost cause, and as long as there's vampires, there's going to be humans; and if there's humans, there's vampires. ( A hellish ouroboros... ) The best way to deal with all that is to get far away.
( Which... he didn't actually get to do, in the end, considering the guy he was trying to evacuate with was planted firmly where he was. However, he feels confident hightailing it was the smartest plan of action. )
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Believe me, I think you've got the right idea. Where I'm from, there's a country in the south that's supposedly not ruled by vampires at all - so fleein's the best option.
But some humans are just so damn stubborn, y'know? They think they can do anythin' with enough willpower an' numbers. Hasn't worked out well for 'em so far, though.
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They never know when to take their lumps. I would've killed for a place not ruled by bloodsuckers.
( Unfortunately, he's one of the few who's had access to the lands beyond Japan since the apocalypse and... it didn't really reassure him much of there being a place beyond the vampires' reach— just out of their sight. You need to take what you can get, in that situation. )
Why align yourself with a losing cause, then?
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[He gestures to his missing arm in indication.]
Better to fight 'em than to play along with 'em - that's my thought, anyway.
[And it took him way too damn long to come to that conclusion. Shame about what he did to the people who trusted him to begin with... but at least this much is true now, he supposes.]
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( Fine and fair enough, he guesses. Losing an arm is pretty fucked up. Wait, )
... You don't regenerate?
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[He leaves it at that, good hand coming up to rub at his other arm as if he can still feel it.]
Had to have it amputated, it got so bad. They did somethin' to keep it from comin' back wrong again, but I don't know much 'bout the process.
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( He's not going to say "sorry to hear that" or anything because he has a cold black heart (sorta), but at least he doesn't shoot back with something unnecessarily dickish. Sounds rough, buddy.
At least this guy isn't an annoying vampire, like Ferid. The bar has been set low so other vampires can surpass it, thankfully(?). )
I'd have left it alone, if I were you. The revenge thing, I mean. Doesn't accomplish much unless you mean to die doing it. I would've just moved south.
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[But he grins at that, clearly fine with it now that we've moved on.]
I've heard south's got sunshine most of the year 'round, so might be kinda hard to live there. I'm sure some vampires are doin' it, though. Maybe somethin' to look into if I change my mind.
[Or more likely, when things are looking even more dire and he decides to ditch. But as long as he can take out the ones who have personally slighted him...]
Anyway, didn't think you were a vampire. What's caused you to hate 'em so damn much?
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He clicks his tongue when called out. If he was actually keeping it a secret he wouldn't have made that remark, but he hates seeing himself in the mirror, metaphorically. )
I have a list, and we wouldn't get through it even if we stayed here all night. Starts with "me and my family being kept as livestock when I was a kid" and has a midpoint somewhere around the whole "using my best friend in their fucked up stupid plans." It goes on.
( His voice grows sharp and intense when he hits the whole bit about the best friend - the most vibrant emotion that's colored him so far - and then he seems to level out again into his general ambient displeasure come the next sentence. )
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Sounds like you really went through it at their hands. Can't blame you for hatin' 'em.
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( Rude, Mika!!! But he seems more sullen, than anything. )
The worst part is being stuck like this forever. ( He was either dead or about to be before coming here, but he still feels the thirst now. No rest for the wicked, as it were. ) I don't even want to think about having to deal with diet here.
( Unfortunately, it's been on his mind. Hard not to be, when it's all he can think about when the gentle pulse of blood flowing below the surface seems so richly palpable he can nearly taste it, every time he sees a person. Ughhhh )
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I already asked Tara. [can't you use his actual name?? no???] He said he'd be willin' to help, if it comes to that. I figure we don't wanna cause too many problems by feedin' on the locals.
[just take a bite out of our hosts, just do it]
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Can you really sustain yourself off one person? Blood doesn't all come back immediately. ( ... ) Are you friends with him?
( That last bit is in reference to the nickname, he'll finally comment on it, )
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[you ever tried vampire blood, buddy, it is gross.]
An' not really? I just remember names easier if they're shorter.
[.............his is short????]
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( And he doesn't! Sorta? It'd probably be bad if the guy in the sage role dies? But, then again, maybe could they just get another one? It doesn't seem like this one knows that much, so maybe it wouldn't be a huge loss... )
... Shorter? By a syllable? Does it really make that much of a difference?
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[Can you like. Use magic to regenerate lost blood, asking for a friend—]
Yeah? 'Course it does. Shorter an' snappier are always easier to remember!
[malice is a simple man.]
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... He's going to have to hope healing magic is in someone's skill set, because he's going to need it. ( And then he'll say he told you so. Maybe. ) Maybe both you and him are too similar for your own goods.
( Simple people. )
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[...yeah, okay even he can see that, they are both very laid-back about this, huh...]
Well, I guess I'll take it as a compliment. The guy seems to have a good head on his shoulders.
[does he though...]
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( He's not attending the funeral. rip tatara. )
I don't think being a vampire's what's stopping you, also. Unless your damage runs deeper than you described. I'm learning magic... fine enough.
( He's not going to say it's going great, but. It's... going. )
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Yeah? I'm glad to hear it. Really, it probably just means that I'm causin' my own problems.
[By being hesitant and thinking he can't do it, he's making it harder on himself, etc.]
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( says local vampire hating vampire to neighboring vampire hating vampire )
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