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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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I've - I've been looking everywhere. She was injured last night - we just... I just ...
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You can't find her anywhere at all?
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Maybe someone took advantage of it. Of the fact she was injured.
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Despicable.
[ but while it's fury at the action...
it's not disagreeing. there's a high chance that could just be it. ]
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... I'm so sick and tired of this, Xie Lian. Will we keep killing each other until there's no one left?
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Susato...
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[she's got a look on her face that practically screams "if someone actually did kill her i'm gonna midtrial"]
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maybe this will be the week we get a midtrial.]
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Last week, four of us returned. There is still a chance that at least one of them could still be found, if not more.
We need - we need to keep looking, and someone needs to take down the lyrics of the song, too, as well as where everyone was last night.
[ like susato would. he doesn't say it, but it's there. ]
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Yes. Of course.
[He says, reaching into his satchel with his only hand to pull out paper, resting it against his arm stump while he pulls a marker out, uncapping it with his teeth. He'll write down the lyrics in short quick strokes.]
There. [And looking up at Xie Lian, after he uncaps the marker.] Could I join you in the search?
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her expression, which is starting to border on murderous as she internalizes the fact that susato very well could be dead right now, shifts to one of concern at the look on his face.
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she'll pat his good hand before he runs off with xie lian.]
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[unfortunately, this doesn't really calm her down at all. but she can recognize that monika's trying, so she gives her a small nod.]
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[ just meeting in the middle really. ]
They're getting bolder. To prey on our injured on top of it. [ they'll do what it takes, it figures. he bites the inside of his mouth briefly. ]
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Kaeya. [ hurrying over, basically immediate - some of his imperious nature as a prince flares here, a little commanding. ] I need you to help me look.
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You have our eyes, and Polaris' nose. He has an ermine form as well so perhaps we can check into some of the areas that are too tight for us to reach as well, in case any of them are being hidden away from us.
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