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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 The sound of children playing in the streets and scampering about have been replaced by the echoes from deep.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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Oh what the hel-- [ NO. BAD SHARK. bad friend shark. ]
Don't injure it, if it swims off we'll never get the stuff back. If we try and corner it though...?
[ someone could swoop in and pluck some loot from it ]
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Leisurely. As it pleases. And steals more treasure for itself. ]
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[ Dokja will try and swim over, as if he just didn't see Joonghyuk get booped away. Except that tail gently bumps against Dokja's bubble and he goes off spinning like a hamster that rocked a bit too hard in its ball.
Rip. ]
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that being said his attempt goes-- poorly? poorly. less getting batted away like a beach ball, or spinning off like a drunk hamster in a wheel, but he does pinball off a couple of surfaces and looks kinda dazed after. ]
... Can we-- knock it somehow? Get it to drop the treasure?
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Punch its nose, Yuri Lowell!
[ And since Ryza said to skip her, I will at least put that Joonghyuk bumps Reze into the shark to try to get it to drop some treasure. It’s just a bubble tap. ]
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Well, if Yuri is going to punch, Dokja will pitch in for something everyone else to do-- ]
Get ready to catch anything that falls!
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[ or like, emphasise it? give him some real home nostalgia. YURRRIIIIIIII LOOOWWWEEELLLLLLLL....
but, either way, he's gonna punch the shark's nose. sorry shark friend :( ]
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THAT IS YOUR NAME.
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[ YELLING WILL CONTINUE UNTIL ALL SURNAMES ARE DROPPED. ]
[ anyway, he'll grab some dropped treasure and not put it anywhere near reze. nice. does this mean team YY is winning? ]
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[ FOR COMPLAINING LIKE A BABY. But oh… yuri is valid.
Joonghyuk just takes the treasure he stuffed into Reze’s bubble and toss it to Yuri.
He also steals the treasures she would have taken from the smaller fish. ]
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also fuck you he's taking more of the treasure. ]
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That’s mine. [ AND JUST TAKES THE TREASURE JOONGHYUK WAS ABOUT TO STEAL FROM HER!!! ] Dokja! Come handle him!
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Anyways, Dokja isn't sure whether to dodge or try and stop her from going swimming into the distance? There's literally nothing to help support him but fine, he'll be a wall to stop Reze from being sent into the unknown. ]
Yoo Joonghyuk, you child- [ His words are cut off because in trying to bodyblock, now he's being sent off spinning. He swears to f*ck. ]
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but nah he’s just gathering treasure. you guys can keep your family meltdown to yourselves, farewell. ]