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WEEK ZERO MINGLE (overflow)
cittàgazze: week 0 mingle
the city of magpies
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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[Mostly to try to figure out more about the courtyard]
I'm willing to scout anywhere.
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[He sighs]
No. It seems measures were taken to stop me from doing precisely that, as much as I loathe to admit it.
[He'd so have preferred to keep that to himself forever and ever, but given the gravity of the situation...he's forced to say it. Alas]
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Truly they'll take anything from us to "level the playing field." [ he laughs a bit. ] This gets interesting. Even down to biology.
That's fine, if you're willing to join us in surveying the area, that's more than enough.
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It's not leveling the playing field, they're just being assholes.
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[At first he had been willing to give some leeway due to, you know, he being revived, but now he can't do something literally all Ritos can do. This all has to be a malicious change]
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[Grumbles CHAKRA IS IMPORTANT. That's not even getting into all the other stuff. GRUMBLE.
His daemon pops into a shark and swims sulkily, if that's a thing that exists.]
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[ he eyes the shark and smiles just a bit. ]
That's... well, that's inconvenience.
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[The shark eyes Kaeya back. I'd say with two eyes but its head doesn't allow that.]
What, this guy? It was worse before.
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How bad does it get?
[ a shark just seems as inconvenient as it gets. ]
Unless yours turns into a common house fly... or a cockroach. That'd be pretty inconvenient. Is it another fish? [ brow raise ]
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It's surprisingly delicate for such a large creature in only a piece of its correct habitat.
Suigetsu snorts and holds up two fingers.]
Jellyfish. Oarfish. There's a reason it's like that. [gesturing to the mobile water bubble like, man] If it were an insect, it'd be pretty useful for gathering information. Seems unfair unless it's a swarm though.
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