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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 The sound of children playing in the streets and scampering about have been replaced by the echoes from deep.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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[Regarding the strange creature for a long moment.]
Perhaps we simply need to find a way to convince it to disgorge its contents.
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[ she sounds incredibly dubious by this. but she still shifts so her fingers and toes are tucked close and not in any sword, arm, or flying things way. ]
Are we to ask nicely for it then?
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[Seriously, when put that way he doesn't want to put away his sword?? There are so many questions. His daemon floats over; it's a jellyfish at the moment and apparently has its own ideas, since it stretches out a few tentacles...
I guess everyone gets to watch/hear the box dance away from a bunch of tentacles. This thing's got some moves.
Looks from the box to Nanaly and back again this time.]
It's a box that's alive, is that how dropping stuff works??
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[He is a gentleman he must be polite!! Or well.]
You, chest. Do you understand us?
[Nothing happens.]
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[ she sounds like she can't believe they're trying this. ]
Perhaps it wants something in return?
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[ She can't believe we're doing this either?? ]
What, like throw something into its mouth?
[ Sigh... ]
I mean, I guess we can try it... Who has something to offer it that they don't mind not getting back?
1/2
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'Sides, we can try something else first--
[Just. Points his sword directly at the box like:]
Yo! Cough up whatever you've got in there or all of you gets it!
[Making it sound as menacing as possible (not very because he's still kind of laughing) but Suigetsu's daemon (now a shark) moves back and he just starts prodding at the box with the blade. DOINK. DOINK. After a little bit of this the box just kind of... scurries away to the side and behind van Zieks, because he's the tallest???
Suigetsu is going to give chase unless somebody stops him.......]
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Stop. I think miss A-Qing's suggestion bears attempting. For all we know, you'll sooner dull your blade than break the thing open.
[HE'S SO TIRED.]
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A-Qing has nuts...? [ pats her snack pocket ] But otherwise...
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Sounds as good as anything, if this is what we're doing. You wanna give 'em to the old man here to throw at it?
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Kubikiribouchou doesn't dull that easy! And fine, try your nuts, old man... but remember, I'll be here when they get spat back out!
[Rude. But also, do treasure chests eat nuts. What if it has a nut allergy.]
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[Stop calling me old.]
But yes, miss A-Qing, If you would hold out the nuts in your hand, I would take them from you to attempt this.
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Alright.
[ have some cashews. can't believe we're just feeding it like a stray animal now]
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[ like tbf they call loni the old man of their party and he's 23 ]
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[He'll stop calling you old when you start acting your age, ossan.
Crouching to the side and narrowing his eyes at the treasure chest like. It's not out of the woods yet. Better get nutcracking.]
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[He! Is! Tired!
Anyway he takes the nuts from A-Qing.]
Thank you.
[And then he turns around to the chest behind him, holding out his hand.]
Do you want these?
[It's tongue sticks out. Thoughtfully.]
But you have to give us something in return.
[The chest's tongue licks the nuts out of van Zieks' hands and then just starts gently vibrating. Hm!]
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Did it eat them? [ someone give her commentary! ] Does it like them?
[ unfortunately, her outfit doesn't come with breadsleeves so there's no leftover bao she can offer ]
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[ This seems to be new territory for the mimic, which appears to be vacillating between positive and negative reactions -- it starts to tentatively open up its mouth only to snap it shut again when anyone makes a move toward it.
Maybe it's just a tsundere. ]
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[Don't toothbond with the chest Suigetsu.
Going to hold out his sword like he's going to shove it into the chest's mouth?? It's right there?? Hey, it can help pick teeth. It just might shave off other bits in the process.
Also:]
Barry, man, you just fed a chest with eyeballs. Not even gonna go one less wrinkle?
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[The chest keeps opening and closing its mouth.]
It seems less defensive. Perhaps it simply needs more... things. And it will allow us to look inside.
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Maybe it wants a fruit.
[ she means this sarcastically but like... maybe also legitimately? ONE WAY TO FIND OUT ]
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[ ...
You know what, sure, might as well.
She'll briefly disappear into the conveniently located kitchen and then come back with a can of cling peaches in heavy syrup, which she'll toss over to Van Zieks. ]
Here, maybe this'll work?
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[Says the boy with 500 water-related things on his profile and in his daemon. Surely it's a coincidence and not a pun.
Also when Nanaly comes back she'll find him literally trying to smack the chest in the teeth with his sword. It's probably gotten scraped a couple times but nothing too terrible. Well.]
... You're going to put the whole can in??
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