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WEEK TWO MINGLE
otamo: week 2 mingle
melodies of m̸̜̭̝̥̉̈́̃ë̴̱̪̣́͑̀m̴̫̀̌ǫ̴̝͔̞̉̈͠r̵̭͚̳͑́͋ḭ̶̲̋̇̒̔e̶̬̓̄̅š̷̮̪̙̈́͠ forgotten canals
melodies of m̸̜̭̝̥̉̈́̃ë̴̱̪̣́͑̀m̴̫̀̌ǫ̴̝͔̞̉̈͠r̵̭͚̳͑́͋ḭ̶̲̋̇̒̔e̶̬̓̄̅š̷̮̪̙̈́͠ forgotten canals
36 Remain
Waking up this morning will reveal some unfamiliar surroundings. Gone is the ancient city—which many learned had come to be named Krankaz—and its salt-caked, rusted, ruined world. Your beds are more comfortable, your things stored away in much finer rooms where light filters in through stained glass. Did you miss sunlight? Fresh air? There's much of it to be found, here. But there seems to be... music faintly playing from somewhere, at all times? Sometimes, the song changes, but it's always of the same quality. How strange...
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 a dusty mansion, this go around. It's almost eerie, with the music in the background softly playing, but it's easy to tune it out as you begin exploring the new world that you've all found yourselves in.
Much like your previous worlds, this one seems a little sparse, in terms of population. Unlike the last one, though, you'll find other occupants—just not here, with you now. But the bright colors of moss, coral, flora, and fauna are replaced by the bright color of stained glass and greenery, a world filled to the brim with life in a different way. The soft rush of water can be heard everywhere along with the melodies of this city, little water mills constantly running even in the canals, though some of them and the machines here seem to be in a little disrepair. Shall we?
In the foyer of this grand mansion, your Watchers of the week can be found—the Celestials. They're ready to receive you, and hopefully see you through this week more safely than the last two. Good morning!
Baraqiel speaks up first, this time, thick cloak closed around themself completely to conceal their wings, and daemon perched eagle-formed on the banister of the stairs. "We've got a name right off for this one, unlike the last one. City's called Otamo—do all of us and yourselves a favor and don't break anything that actually keeps the lights on. Maintaining a city is hard enough without everyone bringing it down around us."
Daemon on their shoulder in squirrel form, Suriel has a smile and a wave for everyone. "It's a nice place, too! Or it was, once. And the music's great - just like being in a video game! Ah, but try not to break into everything? Or at least try put it back like you found it, please."
Resting on Shamsiel's head is their daemon, and they start the day with a polite smile for everyone. "And like always, we're here to help you however we can. So, please, you know how to reach us should there be anything you'd need."
That seems to be all, but before you're released off to go exploring—Baraqiel has one last thing to add: "They're too nice to say it, but I'm not: stop asking Suriel for anything involving blood, whether it's power-related or for food. If you want that shit, ask a different Watcher, and ask Suriel for something else."
Suriel has some quiet protests to that, but they seem to go ignored.
With the new week, travelers will find that they no longer have minor control of the four major elements. Instead, they'll find that they have an unbreakable connection to another participant, one that reveals something many of you work hard to hide. You feel what they feel, and they feel what you feel, both physically and emotionally. What will you do when faced with the terrifying ordeal of being known? This effect lasts all week.
Additionally, there's an aspect of this world you may want to take note of—around the city, primarily in the canals, are broken panes and shards of glass that are... different. These can be retrieved out of the water, or off the banks, or from broken fixtures to no detriment to yourselves. However, you'll find that interacting with them shares a fragment of a memory from your point of view with those around you, genuine and true. The music of Otamo adapts to each memory, and may drown out any spoken word in the memory (though you may play with the intensity of this, to allow for some dialogue to be audible), but with how most shards are small enough to be held in the hand, they have a transportable potential to them. You may bring your memshare to others, whether by accident or on purpose.
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What's with you and stalking guys with a sword. I'm havin' too good of a nap to sword fight with you. Shoo.
[He shouldn't be swordfighting anyway but whatever.]
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he just ignores this dude yelling at him about naps and tries to take a swipe at the shark.]
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Suigetsu sticks out his tongue.]
He's not goin' to fight you either. What's your deal?
[If he keeps getting ignored he's going to pick up some rubble or glass out of the water and throw it so enjoy that.]
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[throws ROCKS BACK!! this is going well.]
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You gotta suck at hunting if your aim is this bad! I've met little kids with better aim!!
[He literally has though.........]
And you can't hunt this guy, he's mine.
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Get out of the water and say that to my face, you friggin' pansy! I don't see you doing anything impressive! Eat my ass!
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[Suigetsu stop mocking the random NPC carrying around a hunk of metal. Alas, he does not care.]
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[he's just going to get into the water to try and spearfish this poor shark i'm sorry he's an idiot]
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What, did living in this broken down town break down your brain too? Can't imagine anything outside of here? Maybe you're just some backwater bum who's never seen anything exciting?
[Just casually taunting while still throwing rubble to fend off whatever the hell this guy thinks he's doing. He starts laughing when he's in the water, though.
The shark just rises out of the water and hovers over the boat in its little water bubble. RIP my dude.]
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the local just stares up at the water bubble, and then throws his piece of metal as hard as he can in an attempt to pop the bubble.
he also runs after the metal and catapults into the boat with the intention of capsizing it]
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[--stupid, which seems kind of redundant, actually. The water bubble does not in fact pop, but the hunk of metal goes sailing through it, missing the shark that's shifted into a jellyfish in order to be harder to hit.
Sooooo now you have a flying jellyfish.
Suigetsu makes a split-second decision since he's mostly upright throwing things -- he hops onto the side of the boat and makes a quick leap-bid for shore in the opposite direction of this ridiculous guy -- there's a wince and he doesn't quite make it but he does manage to splash down next to shore. Naito drifts with him, and although a jellyfish can't radiate bemusement there's a vague rotation that seems to be contemplating both sides. It is probably judging. It is probably judging so much.]
Ow ow ow... Didn't plan on going swimming.
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anyway, he's taking this boat for his own now, kicking at it to try and climb on top of it. he looks like a drowned rat but like, one that's very pleased with himself. he's not... sure where the shark went. and then he sees the jellyfish, and:]
How the fuck did you do that? [??? he leans off the boat, completely unconcerned with how injured or not injured suigetsu is]
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Like, he's definitely annoyed about the boat but also the guy looks extra stupid, so it's probably fine. Also, there's a gesture and Naito shifts back into a shark to ram the boat whenever it looks like the guy has it stabilized. Good luck with that one.]
Told you he's mine. That means he does what I want him to do, which right now is messin' with idiots who try and mess with us, obviously.
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[grumbles... until the shark rams into his boat, and he yelps and goes overboard. goodbye forever.]
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At the very least Naito doesn't deliver a follow-up blow, choosing to drift back over to the side of the canal instead.]