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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 The sound of children playing in the streets and scampering about have been replaced by the echoes from deep.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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But, no. Unfortunately! Monika is alive, and everyone in this room may or may not be partially deaf now with how loudly she shrieks as the building suddenly comes down on them. She coughs as the dust clears, itty bits and pieces of rubble bouncing off them as they continue to fall from the perimeter of the giant hole on the ceiling. It takes her a second to regain her bearings, before she even dare to moves.]
... Oh, my gosh. I can't believe that just happened. [Well. She absolutely can believe that happened. But, like, why is this their life. She turns to Kim, squinting while trying to make sure he wasn't crushed to death in the process.] Thank you so much! Are you okay?
[The skittering continues to get closer? And closer. And closer. Something small, cold and furry might just crawl over one of them.]
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well, at least she has good reflexes, so she jumps out of the way. she stays still after, waiting for it to come to a stop before walking over to check power out. it's fine. ]
It looks to be-- huh?
[ a rat just jumped on her foot. yelena stares at it. it stares back.
she kicks it. ]
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I'm fine, yes. Nothing serious.
[He steps back, producing a handkerchief from his pocket and holding it over his nose and mouth. His flashlight isn't helping much right now; all it illuminates are the floating dust particles.]
It looks like we're all alive. Any injuries?
[He does not sound like he's noticed the rats. He just gives a questioning look in Yelena's direction.]
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Maybe they really are trying to kill us!... huh?
[ Ritty is lowly curling his snout at the rats, at the same time Power gets a look at them too. Oh, uh oh. She looks... a little uncomfortable, and does a little shuffle.
Then turns around and starts power-walking deeper into the building away from the rats. ]
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That is to say, the rat gets punted across the corridor only to bounce off the nearest wall and land at Kim and Monika's feet. Monika pauses halfway through brushing the dust and debris from her clothes, opening her mouth to ask Power what's wrong when her eyes land on the rat.
And then she freezes, the color slowly draining from her face.
Which is, you know, super unfortunate considering the fact that the piles of rubble around them start to shake — making way as a flock of rats start pouring out one after the other. They might want to, uh, leave. These binches bite?]
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[ yelena decides that kitsuragi is now in charge of making sure monika doesn't die.
she, instead, will hurry on after power to try to make sure this girl does not get buried alive. ]
Rats? As if being crushed to death wasn't stupid enough.
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[Bye Power. Hope Yelena can help with that.
Meanwhile, Kim follows Monika's gaze and finally spots the rat right at their feet. He gives it a sharp kick, punting it even farther away. This rat's straight-up been treated like a soccer ball by these people, but I guess it's still fine. What's not fine, however, is the crowd of more rats coming at them now.]
Oh god, from the rubble? How...
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This isn't optimal for treasure hunting! I would like less rats and more treasure!!
[ And also preferably some less yelling, since that seems to be attracting rats. Here they come, surrounding Power like her perch is a sinking ship and they're the sea. ]
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—No.
[No. Nope? Just no. She prefers to be crushed to death by the building before she's buried in a rat swarm, thanks!
They'll want to start moving fast, though. Because, between rat football and getting pelted by rocks? The rwarm (rat swarm) is not very happy and will start lunging at them to bite.]
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power is currently surrounded and yelena is going to send a quick prayer to whichever god has dominion over rats to be nice to them. ]
Power. You must move away from there, try to jump where I am.
[ there is still a rat problem here but they're not at all sides yet ]
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As he backs up, his daemon pokes her head out of the collar of his jacket, then takes to the air, shifting from bandicoot to skua. She flies right at the swarm, grabs a rat, and throws it aside. There's one down. Yay?]
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She's just looking at Yelena though, with like. The saddest look. You'd think someone who's so... cat, would be a bit better at handling this. ]
You're on the lower ground, though. If I jump there, wouldn't that make me closer to the rats?
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At least her daemon is following after her, doing what red foxes do best and attacking the rats while Monika cannot. Yay...?]
Come on, Power! Listen to Yelena! We can't get out of here if you don't come down. Do you really want to stay with the rats forever?
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[ she holds her hand out and
has to drop it for a second to kick at another rat ]
We can just run as soon as you're down.
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At least he's got some proper stomping boots to try to keep them away from himself and Monika, and great skuas are naturals at bullying small animals. They're having... some effect. A little.]
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[ Just descending into yelling nonsense, as is the modus operandi. Fortunately unfortunately, though, there's some significant crumble from the roof overhead, and well, if she has to brave rats or brave concrete, one of these things is less worse than the other.
Okay, so she just yells loudly and jumps at Yelena. Scrawny girl coming your way to cling on you and half-climb you like a cat. ]
Away! You must away!
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That works?]
Yay! [Thank you for choosing death by concrete over death by rats, Power.] Okay, everyone. Now— Now... oh, shoot. Is there a back door or something?
[She is running. But also, like, half of the building collapsed and took out the door they came in through? Yikes.]
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HOLDING ONTO THIS FERAL DEVIL CHILD NOW I GUESS AS SHE HURRIES AFTER MONIKA ]
If there is not one then we'll just make one.
[ break the wall down. it's fine. ]