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WEEK FIVE MINGLE
nerak: week 5 mingle
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25 Remain
Waking up this morning will reveal some unfamiliar surroundings. While Camebit had an autumnal chill in the air, things are a little different, now - the air is frigid, and waking up is an adventure, considering you are swaddled to the nines and cozied right up to your roomie of the week (where you have one, anyways). Everything around you is made of ice and packed snow, fogged glass and porcelain, and it is freezing. Who thought this was a good idea? Even the brisk chill of Camebit in the skies above everything was more forgiving than this! This isn't a transition! Whose manager can you speak to..?
About that.
You have to trek out of the lodging, and over into the building made of actual wood and stone, to actually see your Watchers of the week. They're all dressed in their full cloaks again to combat the chill, even in this building, although both Rameel and Satariel are standing much closer to Yomiel than they usually do - much like they had in Ahnkeen, actually.
"Good morning and welcome to Nerak! If you've ever wondered what it was like to stay at an ice hotel, then you're in luck!" Rameel says with moderate flourish as they make sure to keep close to Yomiel—their daemon currently not found anywhere near them as they make the announcement. Looks like they're without their black box of musical wonders this morning.
While the other two Watchers press close, Yomiel's daemon has wrapped itself around their neck like a polecat scarf. Warm. Arm cradled gently against their chest, they pause to glance at Satariel before greeting everyone. "Try to be careful. The ice can get slippery, especially when you're all looking like that and leaving a mess everywhere you go." Whatever that means.
Satariel seems a little more subdued than usual but offers everyone a smile, daemon bear-shaped against their back, large head peering around at everyone while they take in the travelers that come to join them here in the hotel lobby. Their cloak is completely closed around them - not even the front of their dress can be seen, and they're clearly holding it tightly shut. "Please be nice to the hotel staff - if I catch any of you being rude to them, I'll kick you clear across the tundra before sticking you in their outdoor 'jail' for timeout. We're guests, but they're working hard to accommodate us, alright?"
With the new week, travelers will find that they no longer the adorable animal features they did in Camebit, but something much less cute. Injuries from their pasts have come back to haunt them, major or minor, and they cannot be healed. The good thing is that they don't seem to hurt or really take a toll on the travelers at all - at least, not until they're touched, and then both you the other will feel the pain from the moment the wound was inflicted. This effect lasts all week.
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it's not - it's not surprising, somehow. they've had people come back from these adventures like this before, but they always... they always came back from it. xie lian's been around waiting for the groups to return, and, seeing this he's just sort of floored to the ground for a moment.
... right.
snapping himself out of it, he calls - ] Baraqiel! Suriel! Shamsiel! [ - and then hurries over, looking up between the members of the group, back down to rika. san lang, qilin, lets out a mournful sound, somewhere between betrayal and despair. ]
What happened?
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when they see rika, they actually come to a full stop, their daemon's hackles up and making low, horrible sounds, not coming closer. ]
... [ apparently they're shocked to silence, but after a beat they seem to get past the realization of what's happened. ] I kept my last empowered exchange, as I said I would. Take it.
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it soothes over into sorrow as he turns his head away, though, and then he takes baraqiel's hands, giving them a squeeze in a silent request. ]
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spiritual energy acquired. ]
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...thank you. [ before he lets go, and immediately closes his eyes, starting to circulate the spiritual energy in his body properly. his hands start to glow a golden color of their own, and xie lian turns, in a flurry of white silk and dark hair, to get straight to work.]
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[That's all he says, monotone. He's still holding Rika.]
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[It really seems a struggle for him to talk.]
We were...in a facility. [...] And we...we couldn't save...
[He can't continue. He's shaking.]
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[ just very carefully placing one hand on his arm. sets this after kim maybe takes rika /bends time and space ]
I'm sorry, Sholmes. [ there's not much one can say. he looks at him with a bitter look in his eyes. this isn't right, none of this is right. ] I don't doubt that you all did everything you could.
This is truly evil. All of this.
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[ for sholmes, he means. ]
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I think I got shot. But that's about it.
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[ …. ]
… It sounds like some people have a heal ready for you, if that’s going to be neater.
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[ awful. he looks over rika between them, and lifts his unpowered hand to gently place one on her forehead, soothing over her bangs. there are no words, for the sorrow on his face. ]
The worst injury is on your back? Please hold still.
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[He blinks, like he's surprised, but it just fades away into that same blank expression as before.]
[His eyes, though. His eyes are sharp, cold, like obsidian, directed at...something else. Something distant. Like a knife he's holding to throw at something hateful in the horizon.]
[He does seem grateful, with the nod he gives to Xie Lian after a moment.]
Thank you.
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[ there's no need to thank him, but. xie lian's not feeling much for words right now, either. he steps around sholmes, lifting his now slightly golden, glowing hands to press one gently to his back and begin circulating the warm energy of his qi into sholmes's injuries. ]
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[Well he's moderately healed! The pain abates.]
[The feelings don't. Sadly.]
[But he hangs his head, his lips pursed, and it's...just clear he's doing all he can not to cry.]
[He wishes there was a way to heal Rika. Who cares about him?]