chasma | WEEK ZERO MINGLE

cittàgazze: week 0 mingle

the city of magpies

40 Remain

Looks like that storm's cleared up this morning! Places that were barred before are now available for exploration—you might want to check that out. In the distance, beyond the city, is the promise of great, rolling green hills and a thick treeline. Further still are looming cliffsides, just barely and fleetingly lit up at night by the beacon of the lighthouse. Attempts to traverse this treeline to reach the hills results in explorers getting turned around, before being spat back out facing the city. It's possible to lose a large chunk of time if one isn't careful with their exploration. Let the mods know if you keep trying, or stick around for longer than a couple of hours.

The city is still as vacant as it was during your arrival, with the only hint of life being those children that you've likely now encountered. There are still no adults to be seen—no one older than sixteen or so, if you're observant enough to keep watch for them—and they're all just as skittish (at best) or hostile (at worst) of anyone that happens to have a daemon with a feline form. They'll also throw small rocks and sticks at people that were responsible for breaking windows and busting down doors on Saturday and Sunday, though they'll run and scatter if you try to retaliate.

Whatever you plan on doing in the morning, it's all up to you. Enjoy yourselves, have some fun, break and enter some more. Whatever tickles your fancy, who are we to tell you what to do? There's more places for you to go, now, since the foreboding feeling has faded with the storm gone, and there is an entire city at your disposal. Go wild—surely there'll be no repercussions?

Come the afternoon, though, the locked door of the tower in the center of town opens up. Three figures emerge, cloaked and masked, accompanied by daemons of their own. For a moment or two, they speak with one another, voices low, before they turn, heading out from the tower and into Cigazze proper.

Any attempts to open the door after they leave—despite the fact that they obviously made no move to lock it—will show that it's gone back to not budging. Weird.

Each of the three hooded figures have a distinctly colored cloak with one being a shimmering gold that resembles the sun, the second with a glittering cloak the color of moonlight, and the last in one of blue with starlight like the night sky. Two of the three of them seemingly stand at the same height with the last one looming over the other two, and it's the one in the gold cloak that speaks up first—their hands laced together before them.

"H, hello, it's good to see everyone; I hope you've been well. Umm...I'm Shamsiel."

Despite their words trailing towards the end, their words are spoken gently as a small, nervous smile can be seen from under their mask. Around them a small bird circles above their head before landing on their shoulder to chirp a few times before taking off to the skies again.

Following Shamsiel's introduction, the one in silver lifts a hand to wave. They show none of the same shyness of their peer, a friendly smile showing under their hood as a small fox pads out to peer more closely at those they've come to greet. "You can call me Suriel. It's nice to finally meet you all!"

The final of the trio is the tallest and the one in the cloak of night, who stands with arms crossed under their layered cloak. Their daemon appears to actually be observing from a nearby rooftop rather than coming closer initially, head tilting to get a proper eagle's eye view on everyone. "Baraqiel. I see you've been just as busy as we've been."

Even with the obvious distance between them and their daemon, they don't seem to be in any of the discomfort that any of you have experienced with testing your own daemon bonds. They just stand behind their companions, apparently keeping an eye on things.

... well, since Baraqiel didn't say it. "We're the Celestial Watchers. You can talk to the Temporals, too, if you want - just ask for Satariel, Rameel, or Yomiel when you send a bottle and they'll come to you. But for now, it's just us. Ask us anything you want and we'll do our best to answer!"

Baraqiel shrugs and spreads their hands a little from under their cloak. Have at them.

With the start of a new week, travelers may find something... interesting happening around them. While this doesn't seem to have any effect on the local population, given that they don't have daemons to call their own, it does hit each and every one of you. At random, there appear to be hiccups of golden dust afflicting your daemons briefly. It doesn't cause them any pain, but they do appear to be abruptly shifting between their three forms at times. This can either just be a series of hiccups—changing between all three forms in a flicker, before returning to the one they had been in originally—or just a blip from one to another until either the next time they naturally change forms, or the next hiccup. This effect lasts all week.

And, no, you still don't have your things from home. Stay tuned.

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Suriel, is it?

[ There's calm and collectedness when it comes to the reader, taking in sight of them as if they were an open book. Though no sooner does he offer a smile as the arctic fox at his side offers a wag of its tail in greeting. ]

Given that you all share the same role, [ though he does gesture to his own forehead, indicating that design on their mask ] what exactly does a Celestial Watcher entail? [ Oh, he knows he isn't the first nor the last to ask this, but he wants to hear it himself. ]

Other than likely taking up the duty to watch over us now, I mostly mean to ask what is it you did before our arrival here.

That's me!

[ they offer the fox a wave in greeting, their own running in a quick, excited circle. another fox! will they be friends? ]

It's the Watcher part that comes first, I think. We're meant to be guides, and help all of you. But the Celestial part...

[ they shrug, feathers ruffling with the movement. ]

We have our sides, too, you know? Though it's hard to imagine it's really so black and white. And anyway, I want to help people. It doesn't matter who— if I have the power to help, I will.

[ What kind of trouble can two foxes get into? Only one way to find out. ]

A tale having only just black and white wouldn't be a really good story. [ Of course, Dokja is usually neutral himself. Though some have their own sides as they claim, it's that kind of thinking that has them favoring certain people more when it comes down to it. Forcing one away from their side to do what they deem is right.

In a way, Suriel reminds him of someone. ] Do the other Watchers think the same? I'm sure any of us will appreciate any help that is willing to be given.

A story...? Does that make you a writer, or do you like to read?

[ they hesitate before answering. ]

I don't know the others that well, so I don't think it's fair to speak for them. I should hope they'd be willing to help anyone who comes to them, too, but they'll have their own reasons for agreeing to this whole thing.

I don't think I would make a good writer. But I am a reader, yes. I've obtained quite a few stories up until now.

[ ..oh? that's curious. ]

You don't? Have you not been together for long? [ Of course, even if he's been in a group for some time, that doesn't mean you learn everything about them.. even so, he gives sound to those thoughts. ] Or have you not gotten the opportunity? ..Ah. Don't answer that if you don't want to, I sometimes think out loud.

No, I think that should be okay. It's a little of both. We've only been here for a week, and we're only supposed to be working together enough to keep track of you guys.

Then you're new to this world as well. And you expected our arrival? I cannot really think as to why we were brought here, even with the idea of supervisors.

[ Oh, he knows of something familiar. Familiar with the idea of something keeping track of their actions and decisions. But this is not home, but are they Constellations..? Well, that's another thought. ]

Yep, we were told you'd be coming. All of us — even those of you who aren't Watchers — are meant to help settle a dispute.

Who told you? Someone of this world? [ Who is the Big In Charge. ] And any information regarding what kind of dispute we're meant to settle? Or even when?

[ a glance to some of the others though.. ] ..Interesting selection of people for it.

I don't think they're from this world, actually. I'm not sure why this is where they brought us... [ shakes their head ] We can't say much about it in public, even what little we do know... But it should begin sometime this week.

...And we didn't choose you guys, for the record. We thought they asked and you volunteered, like us.

I see, for whatever reason, we've all been brought to this world. And we should at the very least expect something this week.

[ taps his chin with thought, before offering a smile. ] Thank you, Suriel. You've been a lot of help.

I'm sure other people will have questions so I'll leave for now. But I hope if the time comes for it, I can call on you again?

[ smiles! ]

Of course! I'd be happy to help you, however I can.

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