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WEEK ONE MINGLE
krankaz: week 1 mingle
Depths of the Leviathan
Depths of the Leviathan
38 Remain
Waking up this morning will reveal some unfamiliar surroundings. The familiar sights and sounds of Cittàgazze are long gone, replaced by something much more ancient, yet still radiant. The sound of children playing in the streets and scampering about have been replaced by the echoes from deep. Try not to hold your breath for too long when you finally take the first steps outside to soak in all of new sights. Ideally, "soak" being used as a metaphor instead of literally as well, and it can stay that way just as long as the "Bubble" is respected. What? A "Bubble?"
You all awaken in your beds—although they aren't the beds that you found yourself falling asleep in previously, and you might not even see the same face as you had the previous night. But one by one, as you filter out, you find yourselves in what had once been a grand and imperious castle. The halls stand massive, arching and textured in reliefs and carvings of beautiful faces and creatures. Old paintings adorn the walls, or have even been knocked down to prop against them, rotten from moisture and dust and neglect. Great landscape scenes, the tales of battlefields, and royal portraits of strangers vary where you can make them out.
As the journey through these halls continues, everyone comes to the same conclusion: this place is twice as empty as the city of magpies was. It would probably be dimly lit, were it not for a faint blue glow from outside (from the Bubble over everything, you'll come to realize) and the fact there's bioluminescent corral, plants, and even small creatures everywhere, washing everything in salmon, pinks, purples, oranges, reds. Light posts and fixtures are adorned with once-white crystals that illuminated things, now covered in these same warm hues to replace their glow.
Coming down to the join of the two castle wings and into the throne room, you'll meet some familiar faces. Or unfamiliar? We don't know your lives. They seem to be anticipating your eventual arrival.
Each of the three hooded figures have a distinctly colored cloak with one being dark like the night, the second in a cloak of bright and soft dawn, and the last in robes of stormy sunset. Once again, two appear to stand at the same height, but this time the third is of a shorter stature. It's that shorter one, in the dawn-colored cloak, that speaks first.
They clap their hands once, twice, three times - and then their voice, strong but chipper, is loud and clear. "Hello, everyone! Apologies for the surprise, we, ah, weren't exactly expecting this to happen until it did? My name is Satariel, and we're the Temporal Watchers. The Celestials are still here with us, but it's our turn to speak with all of you like this. If we haven't met before, it's nice to meet you now! If we've met before, it's good to see you again. Please let us know if there's anything we can do to help you, as we all figure things out, as we know that things are already fairly stressful as is right now."
They fold their hands together in front of themself, bowing politely, and pass it onto the next in line who stands taller than Satariel and dressed in a long dark cloak like the night. "Satariel is so great! It makes me wonder why we're even here." They'll say with a laugh before properly addressing everyone else after raising their left hand up to the side of their face in the shape of a paw.
"It's as they say—we're the Temporal Watchers and I'm Rameel, so hello, hello! I hope everyone enjoyed my gift last week. Unfortunately, I don't have anything for you this week but if you talk to me later maybe I can arrange something. We are but your humble servants."
To conclude their turn speaking, they'll give a deep, flourishing bow and step aside for the one in a cloak reminiscent of a stormy day. "Yomiel." They wave a hand at the other two. "They covered most of it already, so just let one of us know if you have any questions. We'll answer messages, too, if you need us."
With the new week, travelers will find that their daemons have stopped hiccuping and shifting without warning. Instead, they will find that they and their daemon have limited control over one of four elements - earth, fire, water, or air. Some examples would be shifting sand, warming a cup of tea with your hands, sweating more than normal (if you aren't like Bertolt), or always looking like you're in a hair commercial. This effect lasts all week.
And, if you're worried about your things, just check your rooms. They'll be stored away safe and sound.
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[ xie lian, not sure whether to laugh or cry
anyway! he comes over to peek at what yomiel is exploring, hands tucked in his sleeves. ] This entire world is utterly fascinating, if that counts. Otherwise... I haven't done too much exploring. I'm not very good at looking through scraps...
[ this is a canon point joke ]
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Who is? No one should be digging around in the trash.
[ (: ]
Not that it'll stop you guys, if the last place is any indication. At least you won't be bothering any natives this time.
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... Yomiel... do you think it is likely that we will end up going to some other place whenever we're deigned to do so - that this will happen again?
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[ like following breadcrumbs. he looks at the ruins for a little longer, hand to his chin - he is still talking to yomiel, but seems a little more distant, as if he's thinking. ]
...I wonder if this place is what could become of Cittagazze. Not the same city, but rather... another city, further destroyed, by these spectres or by whatever other forces have oppressed upon these places.
[ xie lian's expression shifts, a flint in his eyes - san lang makes a displeased noise and picks up a piece of rubble, moving it over as if it can put two pieces of a broken area back together. compassionate straight down to his soul, it seems.
familiar. too familiar. ]
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Ah, maybe. [ ... ] Are you... familiar with something like that?
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he's quiet, for a moment, watching as their two daemons are now attempting to rebuild a building together. ]
...I am. But - I would like to use that knowledge to prevent it from happening in as many places as I can.
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[ no judgment there, just stating a fact. ]
So what would you do with one like this that's already gone? What do you think of it?
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[ to save the common people, and all.
the second question makes him pause; xie lian looks thoughtful, hand on his chin. ]
I think... this place must have been truly beautiful, before it was like this - not that it doesn't have its charms, even now - but, imagining it full of life and song seems a bit different of a picture.
[ one that makes his heart ache, a little. ]
But, I want to learn about the history of it - I want to find out what happened, here. Good and bad. [ i want to do what i couldn't do for my home. ] And find the relics of the past, then use them to help the future. Perhaps even what we learned in Cittagazze will help here, too.
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I think this place might be beyond helping at this point, but... [ they spread their hands. ] You've got a whole new world here. The more you look around, the more likely it is you find the answers you're seeking.