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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 The sound of children playing in the streets and scampering about have been replaced by the echoes from deep.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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[Also preparing to fight the crab? When he starts to sing a song to all of them, with all of the little crabs performing coordinated dances.]
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Akira had been halfway through a charge, stopping in the middle of the sea of little crabs once the song starts. ]
...can all of you hear that?
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but, sure enough. it sounds like little clicking noises? he looks back to rika and her pincer hands. ]
....Is Miss Rika leading that somehow.... ?
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maybe she can use a combination of pincers and sing-songing along to the tune to communicate!!! ]
Give us your treasure! ♪ And also let us eat you! ♪
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We need weapons! A harpoon, perhaps.
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Screw that, I have fists. [ #yolo here he goes with a solid punch to the alpha crab. He may have held back a little or the carapace may be tougher than he anticipated, but it does cause a crack on its shell at least.
It's also pissed off now. ]
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I've only got a sword - though -- oh! Mr. Akira!
[ there he goes! the crab, which is angry, reaches for the closest possible person to try and lift them over his alpha crab head like this. nihoy minoy. ]
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[ :3 ? ]
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[Oh no, Akira!]
Quick, Xie Lian! Cut me off a pincer!
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xie lian hears the directions and makes a - ] En! [ noise, and raises his sword, darting in the crab's space with his blade drawn, leaping forward and slashing his blade at a pincer. ] - Hang on, Mr. Akira! Be ready to catch him, everyone!
[ and with a quick slash, he slashes the pincer of this poor, poor, performing alpha crab clean off. the other crabs seem very displeased, but, that's okay - he ducks under and grabs the pincer, and then turns to toss it back to susato and rika. ] Incoming!!
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but just to be slightly less useless, rika starts skirting around the edges of this fight to try and pick up more little treasure crabs, holding her skirt like a little basket to gather them up in. ]
It'll be a feast. Too bad everyone else will miss out on the show, though!
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She's running at the crab brandishing its own pincer.]
A wonderful feast for everyone!
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He takes a moment to wipe a hand against his mouth then charges in again: one sword, one fist, one pincer should make for one chop suey. ]
Itadakimasu you bastard.
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the crabs begin to clack more and more ominously in the background. it is a great background noise as xie lian drives his sword into a joint between plates of crab armor and the crab sings off tune. ]
We will be sure to use every part!
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[ the crabs she collects are still alive, so they just kind of crawl out of her 'basket' with ease. this is not very efficient. ]
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[Susato runs towards the singing crab and slashes across its face with the pincer, carving into his eye stalks. Then, she slides under the belly to slash at that, too.]
And perhaps. . . a topping of roe!
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I'll ask the Watchers for rice. [ The state of the crab is entirely a mess but- ]
Hey, wasn't there supposed to be treasure?
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...akira reminds him, though, and he glances over at the back of this truly giant and once musical crab, picking his way over a few tiny scuttling crabs. none seem to attack him, at least? just circle ominously. tiny little knife crabs. ]
...It seems there is quite a bit of it, actually. This crab must have been suffering, under so much weight. [ gold! silver! tiny treasure chests! who knows. ] Is everyone alright? Miss Rika?
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And I've got a lot of treasure! Yarr!
[ you know, like a pirate? apparently she gave up on collecting crabs and now her skirt-basket is full of gold doubloons. they don't run away as much. ]
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[She will start carving up the big crab.]
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And we've solved our food problem for a while. How the hell did a crab wind up with all of this anyway...