chasma | WEEK ZERO MINGLE (overflow)

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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I said like we were drugged, not that we were. I meant more to point out the unnatural onset of it rather than guess at any real cause.

[ because yeah, a gas is unlikely when people in the courtyard got hit with the sleep too, and enough gas to put them all out for that long? seems... dubious. ]

Right, right, whatever you say.

[Local braincell needs to word better! Is what his shit-eating grin says. The shark is judging you vaguely in the background.]

This didn't happen any other time, right? Did one of us set it off?

[ he just looks Tired(tm) at the grin. so much for borrowing Susato's wording to keep everyone on the same page. besides he's from the wrong type of canon entirely to say 'it feels like a village wide genjutsu put us all to sleep also feathers were raining from the sky'. ]

It'd be nice to know that, wouldn't it? What put us to sleep, what caused everything else last night.

Well, who knows? Maybe the guy who wandered off is the guy who set it off. Had to shut him up somehow and all.

[Suigetsu, a man may be dead-- yeah, it's probably a lost cause here. He is used to meganes looking at him in various displeased ways so there is no change forthcoming. F. Also look, he'd recognize genjutsu IF HE HAD ANY etc.]

Maybe, maybe not. Did anyone here even know him that well?

[ like can anyone even say what was in character for marius. ]

Hell if I know, but he didn't have all that many skills, seems like. And he looked like he'd get lost in a wet paper bag.

[Is he going to just speak ill of the maybe-dead like this. Absolutely. Gotta call it like you see it (why is he like this).]

[ mentally stares at ceiling. ]

Whether or not any of that is true, the man is dead.

[ it's like, too soon suigetsu, he's not even here to defend himself. ]

[Technically this is still the headcount thread, RIP us in backtagland.]

Don't be a pessimist. [that's probably a futile endeavor with this guy, but] You don't remember his profile? Literally got "crying upon trees" smack in the middle. Who's to say he didn't go do that in the woods for a while?

[..... that probably still means he's super dead but listen. Listen.]

[ fuck me for not hitting thread from start i'm crying. uhhh anyway handwobbles that ]

I've made it a point to try to memorize names, but the specifics of each are still a bit much for now.

[ ... ]

With any luck, those searching the city will find him one way or another.

[ deaad or aliiiiiveeee ]

Shinobi've gotta remember some stuff for missions and all. Usually the bingo books read a little less like gossip rags, though.

[He's just saying!!! This information!!!!! Please, what. Granted, it's probably the reason he actually remembers a bunch of random trivia, but please.]

You ask me, if he's in here the brats would find him first. Hope they kick him in the shins.

You'll forgive me for not having memorized all the minutiae of our dossiers yet, considering the ... frivolity of some of the information on them.

[ do you think he spends all his time staring at the scrolls, do you think he makes flashcards with people's profiles. it's fine, he'll probably memorize everything important later. ]

I suppose they do know the city better than we do at this point. Is there a reason you're so eager for them to kick him, though?

Haha, isn't that the fun of it? Bet some of this stuff's a secret to most people they know...

[He doesn't make flashcards, he's just a gossip hound sometimes, leave him alone. But truly what are bingo books if not ninja gossip.]

Doesn't he deserve getting kicked? He's making like ten people run around freaking out.

[No, that's just the sirens' fault, but still. You can't kick a siren in the shins.]

It might not be his fault, you realize?

[ maybe when all of them got knocked out he cracked his head against something and the tbi is keeping him from waking up, or something. ]

And?

[Obviously kicking him in the leg is going to wake him up.]

[ not if he has a bad enough tbi it ain't ]

... Nevermind. Carry on. What was I thinking, trying to dissuade you from such an idea?

[ i will never have the closes eyes icon i need for this game because that art refuses to crop right so here we are. ]

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