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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...
≫ II;
Well, consistent sleep schedules are for people who abide by silly constraints and the like. Jing Yuan does neither, his own schedule basically at the mercy of whatever kind of whim or whenever his mind decides to basically tell him to do in terms of greeting the next day with a heavy list of thoughts upon his mind. Inevitably making it too active for rest.
But, midday is the perfect time for cat naps and the like as well. So, here he is, waltzing in the kitchen, yawning. ]
Hmmm?
...Making breakfast for yourself?
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A quick squint of the eyes, before he turns back to the pan ( no burny... ). ]
...Does it really look like I'm gonna eat all that on my own?
[ Sure, he likes big portions, but that's a bit much. ]
'S for everyone. Or everyone who wants to bother, anyway. If they don't want any, then that's on them.
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Well, I can't quite presume anything of anyone's appetite. Some might eat more than others.
Though, if you are making it for everyone, I won't mind partaking. Might I ask what is the occasion, however?
[ He asks as he goes to get himself a plate, though not like he's bothered. Simply curious. ]
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That's a very true point, especially in a house with...27 people. Although, some of them definitely don't eat, or at least don't tend to eat in front of others, so he is factoring that.
Jing Yuan can help himself! Shinji will not be complaining. ]
Just felt like it. [ Which a lie, partially. Cooking is a good distraction, and he definitely needed one. ] Nobody else looked like they were doing it, and I didn't have anythin' better to do.
[ A tilt of the head, towards the cupboard. ]
There's jam in the cupboard, if that's your thing.
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Anyway, good. He will help himself then. When the other says he just felt like it, he immediately doubts it, but also believes it at the same time.
It sounds paradoxical, yet there is logic in it. There must be a reason behind it, though it can very well be that it was something out of the good of one's heart as well. Thus, that. ]
Well, I shall still give you thanks. It's not everyday someone feels like cooking for strangers, and it should not go without comment.
[ He goes towards the cupboard...there should be some peach jam somewheres. ]
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If anything, he can appreciate the lack of proper nosiness. This guy, Shinjiro doesn't mind, he finds. He's an oddball, but definitely not the worst wandering the halls.
Way better than listening to Ikutsuki and his lame puns, that was for. ]
Yeah, sure. [ In lieu of a 'you're welcome'. Another pancake is added to the pile. ] Somebody's gotta feed the idiots around here, and while I sure as hell ain't doing it all the time, might as well do it once in a while.
[ Because it's easy for him to drown other things, when he's cooking. It's a distraction, something he can focus on completely. He doesn't know these people well enough, and what they do and eat isn't much any of his business as long as it doesn't bother anyone else, but it as well be a passed-around job. That, and making something is almost guaranteed to bring others to the doors, so no point in not making excess.
There is peach jam! Or...magical-world peach jam. That one is obviously store-bought, with a fancy label and everything, but there's also a few jars next to it in shades of purple, green...those seem more homemade. ]
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As it is, he simply gives another yawn. ]
I'm sure the others will appreciate it as well.
Though, I'd advise you to try not to work yourself too hard for your own sake.
[ He will go on over to the small stack of pancakes resting. Then, he will begin to put at least four on his plate. Jing Yuan is a hungry man even barely awake. Oh, and he will begin to smear some peach jam on his pancakes. ]
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Shinjiro shrugs dismissively at the concept of thanks. ]
They can feel however they want.
[ It's not like he does it for praise or recognition, anyway. He does it because he likes being in the kitchen ( and maybe, just maybe, because the fact some of these bastards rarely eat irritates him ). He finishes flipping another just to scoff lightly, shaking his head. ]
You're pretty nosy, old man. [ He does, however, rub at his eyes, tinged deep with sleeplessness. Hopefully, they don't look that bad. ] I did it because I felt like it. I don't plan on making this an everyday thing; too much of a pain in the ass.
[ Just, y'know...every other day probably, with the amount of actual competent cooks around here. ]
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And there's the nosy comment... ]
Oh, I am now?
[ He has seen certainly worse of others based upon his time in the military. But unfortunately he is far too observant to not call it out. ]
I know you said that before, and truly, I have no reason to dispute it. Though, you can always consider whatever I had to say simply something like...drive-by concern? Most would say the same, I believe, were they to observe what I had.
We're all allies here, after all.
[ Sir Shinjiro-raccoon-eyes. ]
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But whatever. ]
I don't need the concern. [ He seems insistent on this, but it's probably not very convincing coming from the guy in the apron. ] But do what you want; doubt whatever I say would make you knock it off, anyway.
[ He's turning back to add some more batter to the pan, but the last bit causes him to pause just a teeny bit...before sighing. ]
Yeah, yeah. I get it. Look after your teammates. [ And he'll take that seriously! Just, y'know, not for himself and not right now. ] Just eat your damn pancakes before they get cold.
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You're correct that it wouldn't. I'm not the type of person to be easily dissuaded by much, after all. But, that isn't a bad quality, is it?
[ Also because Shinjiro is in an apron and is grumpy in the exact kind of way that it would make Jing Yuan do the opposite, fufu. ]
Though, I'm glad you do get it. [ There's a pause at the demand directed his way, which seems to only raise his amusement levels...sick of him yet, Shinjiro? ] But, very well. I wouldn't want your well-cooked meal to go to waste.
[ He then begins to stuff his face full of Shinjiro's decently made pancakes. Finally, some good food. ]
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'Bad quality'...Shinjiro just scoffs a bit at that, pointedly focusing solely on making his damn pancakes than feeding Jing Yuan anymore ammo. Something tells him no matter what he said, it'd be thrown back at him with ease somehow, so he's just going to stop right there.
...For about five seconds, until he finally hears the sound of the older man start to eat. Then, he does have to get one more hit in. ]
Just don't choke, old man. I don't want to have to deal with that this early.
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Though, when a small hit does go his way, he stops eating only for a second even if it means he tries to look for napkins to dab at some peach jam on his face. ]
Ah, so you truly the type to be concerned after all. I will keep that in mind.
[ Testing his luck... ]
But, duly noted. In turn, as for you, I hope you're able to get some rest soon.
[ Jing Yuan simply points out, because of those circles underneath Shinji's eyes. He makes a mental note to slow down and stick around a bit longer, even if he will kind of hide it behind some kind of cheerful annoyance (wouldn't want Shinji to fall over or something.) But then after that he'll resume eating. ]