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WEEK THREE MINGLE 2.0
ahnkeen: week 3 mingle
in the sands of time
in the sands of time
32 Remain
Waking up this morning will reveal some unfamiliar surroundings. The soft ripples of the canals and dulcet tones of otamatone fade from your ears, replaced by a steady, dry breeze and the ambient noise of the local populace filtering in through open windows. Another thing you'll notice is that it's warm - very warm. Light dress is recommended here.
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 house, a bit on the older side but still comfortable. The decor is neutral and inoffensive, much like you'd expect of a place that sees many visitors.
Unlike the previous worlds you've visited, Ahnkeen is a bustling, busy place, full of people of all sorts - and not all are human, so please check your biases at the door. Though the world around them is dry and scarce of resources, the market town itself is alive and well, business booming, and the merchants here keep a close eye on their wares in case of any thieves.
Traversing down the streets of the housing district are the Temporals. For the most part they seem ready to receive everyone. Throwing their hands into the air and meandering down Rameel will be spearhead the introductions this time—their puma daemon trailing behind them. As an extra treat, they'll even seem to have their “black box” from previous with them this fine morning on full blast.
"Hello, hello everyone! WELCOME TO AHNKEEN!! The home to the great markets...probably. I hope more of you are used to these scenery changes by now, and by popular demand are your favorite Temporals. We've changed the set for the hat trick, but we won't stop there."
Satariel is standing close to Yomiel, their undercloak absent and their daemon raven-formed on their shoulder - it squawks after Rameel yells the welcome, but they offer everyone a warm smile. They do reach over to... turn down the "black box" of Rameel's, without looking, smile still intact. "For those of you that kept your things from previous worlds, especially the treasure from our adventures underwater, you might find that they come in handy here. We are in a market, after all."
The last Watcher has also shed their undercloak, staring at Rameel while their polecat daemon chitters. "Anyway," they turn to the rest with a vague gesture at Satariel. "Try not to steal too much this time. The last few worlds were pretty quiet, but you might run into trouble with the locals here if you keep that up."
With the new week, travelers will find that they are no longer connected physically and emotionally to another participant. As opposed to being drawn to one person in particular, they'll find themselves with the need to be physically close to any other participant they speak to. Go on, hold their hand, get your snuggle on - it'll make you feel better. This effect lasts all week.
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[ there's a moment where he unfolds a small piece of parchment from his sleeves and begins to read what must be notes. ]
"The earth bleeds when angels lie - clip their wings - the looking glass knows - tear them down - can't burn away the truth" written on the walls.
As we made our way through the catacombs, we learned a little of the fear of the locals - that a great calamity struck down the city. The catacombs themselves were haunted by creatures called "hellbound" - while the locals would not tell us what, exactly, they were, we learned through the use of the looking glass that the hellbound were citizens of the city who had burned into what seemed to me like resentful spirits. The one we encountered was desperately hunting down angels, after they brought a rain of fire down upon the locals after an incident where their looking glass caught their true visage as one of coldness and war; however, the hellbound were so warped they were unable to tell what was an angel and what was simply human.
[ he sounds solemn as he recounts these details, quietly solemn. ] Yuri, Rochalizo and Kaeya can correct or add on to the story, I'm sure, but...
...Each of our cities comes back to these angels - and the golden Dust that they are made of. I can't confess to know much about angels, besides what you all have shared with me, that they are supposed to be figures of true benevolence, but that seems not to be the case.
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It's been on my mind... especially after my talk with Baraqiel regarding their... contracts so to speak. What they signed on for, and what they did not sign on for.
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...yes. It seems their higher powers are keen to punish, and slow to inform.
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[ it's not quite bitter, but - there's discontent in what xie lian says, for a brief, passing moment, before it's gone. ]
In essence, the Watchers agreed to come here. We were pulled into it, with no explanation or offer. I'm not sure if the feathers we receive are to level a playing field, or to be stacked together into something further, but, it's an interesting point to make, Kaeya.
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[ tch. ]
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[ ... ]
We still don't know all the ins and outs of what they want here, or what our "job" is either.
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[ dis!!!like!!!!! ]
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... Heavenly beings often can't. At least, not in my realm.
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It's considered extremely taboo to do so. Gods aren't even supposed to reveal themselves to mortals - ever - except to a head priest, or occasionally in dreams. Rather, they can influence others, if they want to, and pass on messages - but they can't act on their own.
At least, that is how it works in my realm - and, that doesn't mean that gods don't get involved. Sometimes, from what I have heard, they can take on avatars of others and pretend to be mortal, or.. some will break the taboo anyway, but it comes with a severe punishment.
I wonder if it is similar here. If - upon true discovery of their nature - the Angels instead of punishing themselves, punish those who saw them.
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If they're trying to solve a dispute, but can't get involved directly, we're the unfortunately jerks dragged in to deal with it in their stead?
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[she thinks about it and nods slowly.]
...that wouldn't surprise me. Gods are like that in my world, too. Supposedly they can't interfere, but that doesn't actually stop them from punishing people if they do things they don't like, or manipulating people to interfere for them.
If these angels are anything like that, then...
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I pray that the souls of those warped into those creatures will be able to find peace.
Miss Nanaly, what you said certainly matches - it sounds as if you found a similar chamber to where we ended up.
Liars, tyrants, and false idols... I had thought when the Angel first visited Bertolt, that perhaps it was some sort of resentful creature instead. I wonder what motivates them to cause such destruction. This 'conflict'? Or a whim of some kind...?
[ a true calamity; the idea of which twists in his gut. ]
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[ she pulls out a paper. ]
This explosion would not only change the world we know, but the worlds we would never see.
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