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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 The sound of children playing in the streets and scampering about have been replaced by the echoes from deep.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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Pay it no mind! It be the way we speakin'.
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Ha ha!!--
whoa!
[ he loses his balance and his grip and somehow manages to get himself tangled up in the rope, dangling from it by his ankle now ]
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[ she considers the offer for help, but as she's about to answer, rex falls. ]
See, that be wha' I was afeared o'!
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[The pirate accent sure make it sound like he was celebrating Rex's brush with potential injury instead of, you know, being upset about it. Revali wastes no time!
Were there no hurry, he'd make a show of getting up onto the mast because he's a show-off, but with Rex tangled up in that rope he gets onto the ruinous structure. It's a good thing he's very light! Sure-footed, he moves upwards until he reaches the rope, grabbing it with a talon while he holds with his wings onto anything firm-looking nearby!
You know what he doesn't have, though? Superhuman strength. Or...whatever equivalent there's for Rito! He lifts the rope upwards somewhat, for Rex's safety, but he doesn't dare to push his luck and try any further. If this part of the rigging breaks they're both plummeting down!]
Got ye -- but help yourself too, will ye?!
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Grab on f'ye need, lad. I be plenty strong 'nuff.
[he is stronger than he looks, actually, even with his left arm debuffed.]
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Thank ye kindly.
[ Then Allen makes his offer and Rex sputters. ]
Lad?! Ye must be just about the same age as me! I can handle meself just fine, lad.
[ and to prove it, he'll swing himself so that his other arm grasps onto the...mast? the big wooden pole thingy that the crow's nest is attached to, fuck you i'm not googling ship terms. With two handholds now, unsteady as they may be, he starts pulling himself up slowly again, alternating progress with each hand. ]
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sche, however, has to try and take off her shoes/sandals/heels. revali was right, she can't get very far wearing these, but she's incredibly nervous about making the attempt to climb at all. ]
I will needs some help gettin' up. I hope the additional weight on the structure won't make it collapse.
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You think you can help her get up, lad?]
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Don't ye worry! I be here to help ye climb. If'n ye slip, I'll be sure to catch ye.
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and because the dicebot demands it, i'm gonna say that the mast-wood-pole-thing cracks and tilts to the side. not by much, but definitely enough to send Rex scrambling to maintain his position, and probably
AllenLad too. will it settle here, or keep falling? tune in after the commercial break to find out ]no subject
ladAllen and starts her own ascent. Very... very slowly.look, she is terrified, okay. there are no safety harnesses or cushioning on the ground if she falls. what if she gets tangled in the ropes and asphyxiates? somehow pitched outside the bubble and she drowns? or crushed by the weight of the water? so many awful, terrifying ways to die so. yeah. this is going to take her a minute. sorry team. ]
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This is turning out harder than he expected]
All o' ye, calm down! We be nah in a hurry right now!
[The more they hurry, the more mistakes, he figures. Not everyone is a large bird man who can just glide away if he makes a mistake and falls]
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Shant be too much longer! We just needs t'get to the top! Hold fast, ma'am!
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[ and just because that line doesn't sound piratey enough on its own, Rex involuntarily tacks on: ] Yarr!!
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[ allen is also going into the good boy pile. anyway, she is still making steady progress, especially with the extra help. she is not letting go of allen for anything, but! soon! THIS WILL ALL BE OVER. ]
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How will we get any booty down from up thar?
[Do they carry it somehow, because that sounds dangerous. If they just let it fall will it break through the floor of the ship and into its depths? Golly, this really isn't as easy as he thought it'd be at first]
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[just grab as much as you can and hope that if the mast falls, they can fall with it in a way that doesn't kill them all? Allen Walker's had worse plans.]
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rex is still climbin his way up!! almost to the crow's nest now!! ]
God gave ye mouths 'n pockets fer a reason, didn' he?!
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[ she could always stick some in her magic cleavage but alas, alack, she does not think it is worth it. also magic is nerfed. ]
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As long as we don't 'ave t' come up here again, yar!
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[though he hasn't broken too much of a sweat. it's the pirate talk that's getting to him more.]
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Yarhar, me mateys!! Land ho! All aboard! Shiver me timbers!! The booty's been reached!
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[ what if they had just thrown 1 piece of treasure down at a time... ]
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['Nattering' is a good word.
Apparently the pirate speak is the part Revali objects to the most. Looks like, for the rest of the day, he'll lock himself in his bedroom and refuse to say a word to Rin. Knowing him, Rin will think it's hilarious.
Still! They got up there for the treasure! A job well done]