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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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[ Cups that face and squishes his cheeks. Fine, hit him when you get back, he'll hit you AGAIN. Stupid. Bastard. Idiot. Fool. MOLA. ]
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Kim Dokja, I will kill you—[ but then he passes out conveniently. ]
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..What am I gonna do with you. [ You're not running, he's healing your dam wounds. ]
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You son of a bi- [ EAT YOUR BOOK IN PEACE, STOP TRYING TO FIGHT HIM. ]
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But she Is Looking. ]
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[ He might be healed, but i will give dokja some words from his blood, too.
Yoo Joonghyuk looked at Kim Dokja, fueled with fury with a hint of sorrow... He grabbed onto the anger like it's relief and reprieve, but also.
How fucking dare Kim Dokja smack him. ]
now in the right place
Where is Niah anyways? Because Jin, who was in her previous snake form throwing a hissy fit, is now a fox and going to betray Dokja as she whines for the other daemon.
His brow twitches as he reads the words. ]
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[ Niah is here! Wounded only because Joonghyuk is, licking his little paw solemnly. As his soul, Niah is also brooding. ]
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[ Jin is an anxious ball of fluff as she carefully circles Niah, sniffing at him before very gently nipping at cheek. Soft chomp. Hello, stop brooding. ]