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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 The sound of children playing in the streets and scampering about have been replaced by the echoes from deep.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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Reaching to grab a handful of peaches from the table. Instead of retaliating against Sholmes, he's going to be throwing them directly at Tsuru ]
What the hell are you laughing at, you bitch!
[ Yeah this is going to be almost every interaction between them isn't it ]
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[His face goes :o]
WELL now! [And he's laughing as Nine retaliates on Tsuru, diving behind a table with the mushroom before plucking a handful of grapes to toss them, one by one, at everyone else.]
[Also he's eating some. Mmm, grapes.]
1/2
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Do I look like an oni to you?
(This makes 0 sense with no context.)
You're making a mess!
(They all are???)
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a grape pings off of his uncovered eye and he drops the roll with a heavy thud. ]
Damn it , Sholmes!
[ well this sucks. give him a second. ]
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The grape will land home and get him in the side of the head ]
He's the one that started it. I'm just here to finish it, yo!
[ Time to grab a pie and chuck a slice at Sholmes. ]
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[He's poking his head out from behind the table, grinning like a fox as he tilts a hand back, ready to YEET a chicken leg at Nine...]
[When the pie hits him in the face. His aim skewed, the chicken leg goes flying, likely in Tsuru's direction. Sorry, Tsuru.]
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You deserve that.
[ the chicken that goes flying is snatched out of the air as polaris takes a running leap--hilarious that a small, squirmy white ermine is now carrying a chicken leg away in his mouth. ]
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You definitely did, yo.
[ Now he's going to take a bite of another piece of pie because it looks good.
Only to bite on something hard. ]
Huh? What the hell is in this pie?
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But man
Look at all of this chaos? Just look at it. And he didn't even have to do anything. Of course, he still wants to be in on the fun but there's nothign stopping him from taking a second to appreciate all of the chaos that's coming from it.
He picks at like... a canned peach or something and just
Popcorns for a second. This peach is fine.
The creeping crawling prickling sense of dread that comes with it is just extra flavor.
Also just gonna flick some corn at Sholmes and Nine. One, two... three, four, five, six... how many can he flick across the table. Kaeya is spared. They have matching crowns. A crane is loyal.)
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[sholmes just does this from where he's recovering from getting a pie to the face]
[Irene is sitting on his chest and nibbling at a carrot. life is good EXCEPT some corn gets flicked at her and she just >8I a little. binch]
[finally, sholmes speaks:]
Does it feel quite oppressive in here, or is that just me? Haha.
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while polaris is occupied, he's picking apart that abandoned bread roll slowly, popping a piece into his mouth and luxuriating in the taste of bread that somehow doesn't taste like it's been in a can. ]
Midlife crisis, perhaps?
[ he looks over at sholmes on the floor, a furrow in his brow. ]
Or a concussion from one of these?
[ he holds up the bread roll he's picked apart to reveal a few coins stacked inside. looking over at nine. ] You too?
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[ he just pulls out the bling from the pie and continues eating. Tsuru want a shiny? ]
How are you even alive to hit forty anyways?
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(More peaches, more dread,)
But everyone dies sooner or later.
(Why is this peach so cronchy... he sticks out his tongue to reveal...
A bracelet??? How did that even get in there.)
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[And he sits up, brushing pie off of his face to pose in place.]
Because I'm alive! Isn't that all there is to it? Hahahaha!
[Breaking off a piece of Irene's carrot to munch on. Mmm.]
[Spitting out a diamond. Cronch.]
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[ he's started to push his findings into a pile at the center of the table. it happens again, the slow-moving prickle of dread coming back, a wave that catches him mid fork-stab of polaris' chicken, aiming to play an unfair game of tug of war with the ermine. ]
Even if... we may just all inevitably die here... Worst case scenario of course.
[ this is a bad feeling. eugh. it's oozing out like oil and he can't take it back. ]
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[ At Sholmes. Then he'll think about what the other two are saying. ]
It wouldn't be the first time for me, yo. Pretty much expecting it at this point. Not going to let that get in the way of enjoying the time I have though.
[ He operates on permanent yolo. ]
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He feels heavy.)
I never thought I would end up at the bottom of the sea...
(He's starting to sink in his chair, sliding out of it sloooooowly.)
A watery grave doesn't suit me. (Sliiiiiip. And Kiku is hopping over towards the edge of the table??) I'm going to rust and turn to dust.
Rust dust.
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[Even though the dread is hanging on him, like a heavy curtain. He's sort of just falling back onto the ground.]
[He points at Tsuru.]
You're hardly some automaton. Last time I checked, you were made of flesh and blood. Flesh can't rust. Fool.
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I suppose if you rust, we'll just have to take good care of you to make certain you're good as new, won't we?
[ the smile says: we will talk about this Later. because rust? what the fuck????? the dread is wiggling it's very cruel fingers in his periphery and he hates it. ]
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[ He remembers that much.
Then he'll whip his head to look over at Sholmes like ???? ]
What kind of checking did you do to him? Don't make this all sound weird, yo.
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I'll be worse than rust dust. I'll be wet rust dust.
(Sighs. Ah, but what's Nine saying about--)
The only way I can be a crane is if I'm dyed red in the blood of my enemies in battle.
(Yeah. THat sure is a thing he just droppped casually in conversation.)
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[HE LOOKS FLESH AND BLOOD???]
[But. Hm. Yeah. This is all....very tiring. Sholmes is closing his eyes.]
Cranes aren't red...are they? Regardless, a little blood here and there...won't do a soul any good in the long run, I think.
[WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT]