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you opened your eyes, spreading it wide
THIRD QUARTER ALLEGRO
While our newly-arrived wizards have been settling in, learning their magic, and getting to know one another, the sage and their mentor have been busy with a different kind of work behind the scenes—bureaucratic work. It hasn't been particularly exciting, but it has paid off.
Because now, the world is ready to receive them.
Put on your finest clothes, because Granvelle Castle invites you to a welcome ball in your honor.
Didn't bring any fine clothes with you? No need to worry—specially chosen tailors from Central Capital have been commissioned to take care of you, and they will be visiting the manor to get you gussied up in the fashion of your choice for the day (by this, we mean feel free to pick whatever fancy clothes you want for the ball).
As the sun sets on the designated day, all the residents of the manor make their way to the castle. Granvelle Castle stands proud in Central Capital, its lights a beacon in the darkening city, and its doors open to outsiders for the first time in weeks. Upon arrival they're greeted by brightly lit halls, welcoming staff, and a grand ballroom, windows flung open to let in the spring breeze and pale moonlight. Everyone and everything seems determined to make this a cheerful affair, despite the underlying sense of dread and tension.
Live music fills the air, played the greatest musicians in the world. There are some larger ensembles, solo acts; some pieces are of more traditional folk dances, while some are slower, and some are upbeat and avant-garde. Regardless, the floor is open for dancing—grab a buddy and dance the night away!
Lining one wall is a long banquet table, filled with plenty of food and drink, both alcoholic and non to sate the new arrivals. The hors d'oeuvres and small plates comprise an array of delicacies from around the world, with everything from savory lobster bites to the sweetest portions of tres leches you have ever tasted. It seems someone has also put in a specific request for Japanese food—a part of the banquet table has been set aside specifically for Japanese dishes, and this includes small portions of ramen. There also seems to be a plate on the far end of the table filled with lovingly stacked pieces of charcoal... Is that meant to be food?
You aren't the only ones in attendance tonight. Representatives and dignitaries from around the world are also present—they have quite a lot to say about the unusual situation, and they are most curious about these otherworldly individuals tasked with fending off the moon under their national banners. The most dignitaries are from Central, West, and East, while there do seem to be a few representatives from the less populated North and South. Those from Central, West, and South in general seem to be the most social, while the rest are more reserved. There are also a few of the castle staff that seem (begrudgingly) willing to speak with the new wizards. Most are here to chat and mingle—lend them an ear, you may learn something new...
For those tired of socializing, the ballroom opens out onto a breezy, spacious balcony. It looks out over the main thoroughfare leading to the main castle entrance, and the nighttime lights of the Central capital twinkle in the near distance. For those that would rather take a breather, there is a small patio table and a couple of chairs. Despite the waxing moon in the sky, it is a very nice evening.
Because now, the world is ready to receive them.
Put on your finest clothes, because Granvelle Castle invites you to a welcome ball in your honor.
Didn't bring any fine clothes with you? No need to worry—specially chosen tailors from Central Capital have been commissioned to take care of you, and they will be visiting the manor to get you gussied up in the fashion of your choice for the day (by this, we mean feel free to pick whatever fancy clothes you want for the ball).
As the sun sets on the designated day, all the residents of the manor make their way to the castle. Granvelle Castle stands proud in Central Capital, its lights a beacon in the darkening city, and its doors open to outsiders for the first time in weeks. Upon arrival they're greeted by brightly lit halls, welcoming staff, and a grand ballroom, windows flung open to let in the spring breeze and pale moonlight. Everyone and everything seems determined to make this a cheerful affair, despite the underlying sense of dread and tension.
Live music fills the air, played the greatest musicians in the world. There are some larger ensembles, solo acts; some pieces are of more traditional folk dances, while some are slower, and some are upbeat and avant-garde. Regardless, the floor is open for dancing—grab a buddy and dance the night away!
Lining one wall is a long banquet table, filled with plenty of food and drink, both alcoholic and non to sate the new arrivals. The hors d'oeuvres and small plates comprise an array of delicacies from around the world, with everything from savory lobster bites to the sweetest portions of tres leches you have ever tasted. It seems someone has also put in a specific request for Japanese food—a part of the banquet table has been set aside specifically for Japanese dishes, and this includes small portions of ramen. There also seems to be a plate on the far end of the table filled with lovingly stacked pieces of charcoal... Is that meant to be food?
You aren't the only ones in attendance tonight. Representatives and dignitaries from around the world are also present—they have quite a lot to say about the unusual situation, and they are most curious about these otherworldly individuals tasked with fending off the moon under their national banners. The most dignitaries are from Central, West, and East, while there do seem to be a few representatives from the less populated North and South. Those from Central, West, and South in general seem to be the most social, while the rest are more reserved. There are also a few of the castle staff that seem (begrudgingly) willing to speak with the new wizards. Most are here to chat and mingle—lend them an ear, you may learn something new...
For those tired of socializing, the ballroom opens out onto a breezy, spacious balcony. It looks out over the main thoroughfare leading to the main castle entrance, and the nighttime lights of the Central capital twinkle in the near distance. For those that would rather take a breather, there is a small patio table and a couple of chairs. Despite the waxing moon in the sky, it is a very nice evening.
If you would like to have a chat with an NPC, then please respond to this comment. NPCs will be assigned randomly if no preference is given. While everyone has something valuable to say, they're not giving potentially sensitive info out for free—let's hope your diplomatic skills are up to snuff. We're doing our best to give everyone meaningful conversations, so please bear with us!
JOB BOARD
Rejuvenation. Thanks to your Southern friends' hard work, the South has been saved from a potentially devastating crop failure, and these fledgling towns can continue to grow as they're meant to! Give them a pat on the back and a round of applause.
But the South is not without its scars. While the root cause has been taken care of, the damage has been done. A town's wheat field has been partially destroyed—help them tear out the blackened, dead wheat, till and fertilize the soil, and replant what can be replanted. The City of Clouds, the most prosperous of the Southern settlements, have also offered extra tools, hands, and seeds to help set the town back on the path to recovery. Transport these supplies to the town. Let's hope your broom skills are up to snuff too, because it's a long ride.
But the South is not without its scars. While the root cause has been taken care of, the damage has been done. A town's wheat field has been partially destroyed—help them tear out the blackened, dead wheat, till and fertilize the soil, and replant what can be replanted. The City of Clouds, the most prosperous of the Southern settlements, have also offered extra tools, hands, and seeds to help set the town back on the path to recovery. Transport these supplies to the town. Let's hope your broom skills are up to snuff too, because it's a long ride.
Shadows in the night. The residents of the Central capital have recently been reporting eerie sightings after sundown: shadowy figures lurking in corners, the constant feeling of being watched, and, in some extreme cases, these shadowy figures attacking when traveling alone at night. Many reports seem to indicate an odd concentration of these creepy figures lurking around the Granvelle Castle moat, as though trying to find a way into the castle. Residents are understandably frightened and unnerved and cannot go about their nightly business—beat back what shadows you find and make the streets safer for the Central capital residents.
While physical attacks don't seem to do much against them, they dissipate rather easily under magic. Try not to wear yourself to the bone, though—there are a lot of them.
While physical attacks don't seem to do much against them, they dissipate rather easily under magic. Try not to wear yourself to the bone, though—there are a lot of them.
Escorting nobility. The Eastern Blanchett noble family have called an important meeting, inviting nobles and others of import from across the Eastern Country. However, their castle lies beyond Sherwood Forest, a very large, dense, and deep wood—while a fine natural defense for the Blanchett family, it's a bit of trouble for those looking to visit. While the Blanchett's own forest guard is absent, it is your job to safely escort these nobles to the Blanchett abode, and back out. But be careful: lurking in the shadows amongst the trees are all sorts of territorial predators like bears and wolves, not to mention the magical beasts that sneak up on unsuspecting prey. You may come across a brigand or bandit or two, since the forest is a near perfect hiding place for illegal activity. And please—try not to get lost.
Typical of any Easterner, the nobles are reluctant to make much small talk and are a bit suspicious of the new wizards, but they are otherwise pleasant and will generally comply with most requests.
Typical of any Easterner, the nobles are reluctant to make much small talk and are a bit suspicious of the new wizards, but they are otherwise pleasant and will generally comply with most requests.
WANDERER TASKS
Can you go a week without ruining food or the pots and pans? Stop being so wasteful and learn how to cook or stop trying.
Learn how to use magic to repair things. Again, if you're going to keep ruining the kitchen at least learn how to put it back together.
TATARA ACTIVITIES
I need milk. I'm trying to perfect latte foam art, but I haven't really gotten the hang of it yet... I used up all the milk (oops, sorry!), so I need more. Actually, could you grab me other kinds of milk while you're at it? I want to experiment! I'm sure other markets in the farther reaches of the world will have weirder milk... Please!
We should start a veggie garden! Or an herb garden? Doesn't matter! I found a nice sunny patch of grass in the training forest—we could dig up that spot, right? Help me get it set up! I need people to dig, and till... Oh! We need seeds to plant, too! Please and thank you~
OOC NOTES
🌙 Welcome to your second event post! Get out your snazzy outfits. It's time to party.
🌙 As you grow into your magic, your character might start realizing they can differentiate between everyone's magic. Everyone has a unique signature, and you may be able to start sensing who cast what, where. Someone put a magical seal on the kitchen door? Smells like Shinjiro's magic. Akira had some of Solomon's sugar? You can sense that, too!
🌙 As you start getting past the basics, your character might realize they have a much easier time with certain kinds of magic over others. For North, this will be offensive and attack spells; for East, this will be intricate seals and curses; for West, this will be manipulative magic like illusions and transformation; for South, this will be healing, purification, and protection. Central? A little bit of everything. Read up on your country if you need a refresher!
🌙 It's been peaceful at home in the manor thus far, hasn't it? Do you think that will last?
🌙 Your OOC plotting post is here! Remember to keep all wider plotting contained to the OOC post, since not everyone checks plurk or discord frequently.
🌙 Our next group to go on their mission is Central. Be ready, heroes...
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It's... because of what I can do, or could do. I. I haven't tried it here. Maybe it's just gone forever. [ Good thing the tea is full of good feelings, meaning he isn't going to balk quite as much over this conversation. ] I can see the future. It was, y'know, fine when everything I saw was good but as I got older, the visions were mostly, well.
Bad.
And no one likes hearing about a bad future for themselves.
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Akira's sigh is a thin, whistling thing. He gets it, understanding human nature on a fundamental level. Of course. People fear the unknown, but what they fear even more so is the certainty of an ill omen.]
No, they don't, but giving you grief over it won't solve their problems. Sorry you had to go through that.
[Still... Something's nagging at Akira. Something just isn't sitting right. He hums, tapping his nails against the side of his cup.]
Fate isn't set in stone. No matter what the future looks like now, it can always be changed. I think people lose sight of that.
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[ Still, Bruno lets out a sigh of his own and drinks some more tea before going on. ]
Others? Sure, but I can't tell ya the way to fix it or change it. Sometimes you have choices to make or work to do. Folks aren't keen on that, either.
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[And anyone who thinks otherwise can kiss his boney twink ass.]
You can't fix going bald, but you can fix how you deal with the fallout. The... hair falling out. See where I'm going with this?
[If you're Akira, you can literally change people from the inside out, but that's neither here nor there. Mementos, as far as he knows, doesn't exist in a place like this.]
At the end of the day, the only thing people can control is themselves. If anyone gives you shit here for your badass power, I'll deal with them.
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[ The answer is no, Bruno, no, he would not have. Anyway, yeah, he told a literal priest about how bald he was going to be in the future. ]
I dunno. I know it isn't my job but, well, that's what my family does. We fix everyone else's problems, only all I've done is cause them since I got my gift. I figure everyone was relieved when I pulled a runner... and I bet they won't miss me, either, if I end up stuck here.
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They don't deserve you. Simple as that.
[Akira leans back and straightens up, arms crossed firmly over his chest.]
And no matter what your family is known for, you're your own person. You can use your powers however you want.
[And he hopes Bruno can take that to heart... or at least give it some thought. Unwinding his arms, Akira's hand settles on Bruno's.]
I know how this sounds, but I bet you were brought here for a reason. This is a new lease on life for you— for all of us. You're not going in under the pretense of "fixing" anyone's problems. You're just Bruno, the guy with the luscious hair and eyes into the future.
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It's... not really a new lease. I mean, I say all those things, but, well, maybe if it were only the rest of the folks back home, but I do still love my family. I don't. I can't stay here.
[ And he's incredibly worried about Tatara's ability to find a way for them to go home after this mess, but he won't share that. ]
Uh, though, you do realize we were brought here to fix problems, right? That's. That's kind of the entire thing, y'know?
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But that doesn't mean you have to approach problems in the same way you did back home. People here have been kind to you, right? More than they were back home.
[And even Akira, now knowing what Bruno's powers are, has no intention of treating him any differently.]
No one expects anything from you here. While we're stuck here, try to look at yourself in a different light. A more favorable one. Your self-perception's more important than what anyone else sees.
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[ He'll offer a faint smile on that note. ]
Honestly? It still freaks me out? I expect the worst from everything and when that doesn't happen, I'm not sure what to do. People here probably think I'm weird by now 'cause of that, y'know?
[ But the idea of looking at himself in a different light is similarly a difficult one. He's spent more time than Akira's even been alive internalizing what's been said about him: he's bad luck, he hands out terrible visions on purpose, he causes all those things to happen. It isn't an easy request for him to make of Bruno. ]
Dunno about seeing myself differently. That one... well. I can't make any promises on it.
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[And he knows Bruno is an adult. He knows he's likely spent more than Akira's lifetime dreading his gift, dreading the delivery of bad news, of futures no one wants to embrace. He knows that. He gets that, but he can't help but want better for Bruno. Thinking about that, Akira clicks his tongue.]
You don't have to promise me anything. Just acknowledge that you deserve better. That life can be better.
I know what it's like to feel like the whole world's against you and everything's out of control. I also know fate can be changed. I hope some day you feel the same way.
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[ But it is nice to be told that. He deserves better, sure, maybe that's true, but that's something he has to accept over time. The phantom of the house crumbling, the quake ripping through the valley, his family all screaming and yelling and trying to get to safety; all of it still haunts his dreams every night.
It tells him the opposite. It's all his fault, right? Because he surely would never blame his niece for it. This isn't something he needs to share with Akira, though. It's a little too much. So, he'll only offer a faint smile and pour himself another cup of tea. ]
Do you want another cup? [ He'll offer while he has the teapot in hand. ] Or are you feeling well enough to get back to sleep?
[ The ball isn't an option, sorry, Bruno isn't going back to that. ]
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[His smile takes a wry twist. See, Akira has this bad habit of saying too much, of being insistent that he knows what is best, but his desires can't supersede Bruno's. This is turning into a one-sided lecture, and Bruno's heard him, so there's nothing more to be gained by trying to nail the point home.
He's made it clear where he stands on the matter of fate and the future, unchanging or otherwise. All he can do now is hope his words have meant something to Bruno, carved out some shallow niche in his mind to settle and resonate with him. At the end of the day, all Akira wants is that feeling of connection, of hearing and being heard.
He tips back his cup and swallows down the remainder of his tea before rising, shaking his head and waving his hand as if to say no problem, no problem.]
Nah. I think I've taken up enough of your time. But thank you, Bruno. Sincerely.
[Is he gonna get all skittish and embarrassed if he calls him a nice guy again? For taking such good care of him, Akira will do him the mercy of not beating that particular dead horse.]
I owe you one. Feel free to cash in a favor any time, okay? I'm good for it.