WEEK THREE MINGLE 2.0

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ahnkeen: week 3 mingle 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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[ He's... here. He's been out, looking. Searching. Waiting. He knew people would come, that they'd be missing, but this isn't what he expected.

But he starts to move. One foot in front of the other, stopping numbly at Susato first, handing her the first aid kit he has out before stumbling over to Sholmes' body and just dropping down on his knees in front of him. ]

...

Welcome back.

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[There's no response.]

[He would look peaceful, except...he died, obviously in pain.]

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[ He's going to be reaching out to touch his neck, feeling for a pulse because of course he would. ]

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[There's no pulse.]

[He's cold.]

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[ Well, he's gonna be trying to turn him over and give him CPR because FUCK YOU.

HE DOESN'T CARE IF YOUR BODY IS COLD. He has to try something. ]

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[Well! Do your best!]



[It unfortunately doesn't work. He's still not moving.]

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[ The first emotion that really seems to creep out is anger. His hand slams on Sholmes' fist. Dropping his head down onto his chest. He's going to remain there for a while... ]

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[He's reaching up to smack Kotetsu in the head with a gurgling breath.]

Agh! Get off, get OFF, I say! Where is...where is that blasted man-

[Okay sorry, he's being kicked in the head right now. Thanks, Spike.]

[senjinrouha]

[ honestly? also deserved. ]

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[ FUCKING SPIKE. He's going to deal with that later, but he's grabbing Sholmes and pulling him in close. ]

You idiot.

[ He sounds so mad, but also so relieved. It's a terrible mix of emotions, but. There's sure a lot here. ]

[bloodyromance]

[Psh. You're welcome.]

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...???

[A confused sort of noise, and...ow, he's definitely hurting. Going to hug back with his...stump arm. Enjoy that.]

[He's just shuddering, suddenly.]

Ah. You're here.

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[ Yeah, sorry about that. But also. Stump... ]

I should say that same about you.

[ He mumbles low. Then mumbles into his ear something. ]

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[ just gonna stand nearby and watch kotetsu fall to his knees. ]

This is some sort of joke...

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[ He's shoulders are tense, but there is a small shake on them. It's obvious he doesn't quite hear Kaeya's words. Everything is muted. ]

[booksleeves]

[She just takes the first aid kit from him but her hand is trembling too much to do anything but stand there numbly.]

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[ Sorry, he'd help her, but he just... cannot. Not at all. ]

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[After Sholmes comes to, she's getting out a small birdcage. It expands, large enough to fit a person inside.]

Mr. Kaburagi - can you help move him in here? I can help him.

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[ He looks at the birdcage, kind of confused. ]

Sure... Sure, I can.

[ Because if he can do anything, he does have muscle. Though, Rameel? Probably also looking at his hand? ]

[booksleeves]

It will heal him - I just received it.

[She'll try to help move him if she can, though she's still bleeding and probably should not.]

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Susato. I've got it. You take care of yourself.

[ And he is strong enough, honestly. And going to do as she instructed. ]

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[why the heck is he in a birdcage the fuck]

Ah. I...suppose?

[he is so confused]


[but then suddenly, after some time in the cage....his left hand stump heals over? he....looks better, overall.]

...Well, now. Miss Susato...?

[He...sort of gives her an odd look that's...almost mixed with guilt.]

[booksleeves]

[She tilts her head, and gives him a look back that's only worry.]

. . . I was hoping it would do more. Your poor hand.

[. . .]

You gave us such a fright.

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...

[Just looking over his stump? But he just looks...very crushed.]

Thank you. [...] I....I'm sorry.

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[Oh. She is just going to kneel down next to him, although she shouldn't, she's still bleeding.]

. . . No. I think we all. . . it was the same for all of us. You were faster than I was, that's all.

[She swallows, looking at him carefully, Ryutaro perched on her shoulder.]