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WEEK SIX MINGLE
kings: week 6 mingle
the big orange
the big orange
22 Remain
Another week, another world to explore. Once again, waking brings you to unfamiliar surroundings, the bitter touch of Nerak cold fading to the more mild weather of autumn. The sound of cars or people talking or faint music greets your ears, no matter the time of day or night, and the light pollution is intense. Hope you weren't counting on seeing the stars.
Welcome to Kings, where you'll have your pick of shopping, entertainment, cute date spots, or just about anything else that you can think of! The city has something to offer for everyone. You'll never be wanting for things to do here - just try not to get lost in the subways. The locals may not be the most willing to help out.
Waiting for you to join them in the main plaza of Star Circle are Baraqiel, Shamsiel, and Suriel. You might have to push your way through the crowds to reach them properly, but no one's blinking an eye at your Watchers today. There are other people in costume hanging around already. What's a few angels to add to the antics?
Suriel greets everyone with their usual cheerful smile, fox daemon pressed close to their ankles to avoid getting lost in the crowd. "I bet this world reminds a bunch of you of home, huh? Let's all make the most of it while we're here!"
Baraqiel heaves a sigh, daemon weasel-formed and half-hidden in the folds of their hood as it suspiciously squints at every noise its little ears pick up. "Speak for yourself." They do not seem 100% thrilled with this worldhop, come the new week, but do at least offer something to the travelers gathered. "For those of you less used to cities like this, there are motorized vehicles of varying sizes in Kings - try not to get run over by them."
With a soft laugh, Shamsiel will look at Baraqiel and gently pat them on their upper arm and their falconet daemon will then proceed to take flight from their shoulder. At least they seem to be relieved that Baraqiel gave them a warning for those who aren't going to be familiar with it. "And much like the previous worlds we've been to, please be mindful of what you end up doing here. We are just visitors, after all, and it'd be rude if we left it all a mess."
As for your effect of the week... Your past injuries have cleared, with no phantom pains left to haunt you, your loved ones, or your launders. Instead, you'll find that you are unable to speak dishonestly - any time you try, your words get stuck on the tip of your tongue and never quite make it out. It's honesty week, lads - no more lying to yourselves or anyone else.
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but owain is currently LARPing ]
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[ flat will take his knife, pointing it menacingly at owain. ]
Your journey ends here, hero! I, the Evil Prince, will not let you take one step further in this city!
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he perks up at that. he raises his LOVINGLY DETAILED AND MADE FOAM SWORD LIKE HOLY SHIT THE ATTENTION TO DETAIL IT LOOKS SO REALISTIC ]
Ah, the Prince of Darkness, we meet once more on the battlefield. As of late, our duels have only resulted in draws as our powers were evenly matched. However, such outcomes cannot be allowed to persist any further! No, my dark foil, I shall call it today that our battle here will be the final one in which our blades cross. While the dark blood of royal evilness...
[ pauses as he thinks about what he just said ]
Wait, no, that doesn't sound right. How about--
While the dark blood of royal villainy--
[ scrunches his face again ]
No no, that doesn't sound good either.
Ugh, sorry, dude, you mind if I start over?
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but then he stops...
oh.
flat nods, lowering his knife. ]
Don't worry! You're doing well, just take your time!
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[ takes a deep breath ]
Ok, I think I got it.
[ puts back on the dramatic voice ]
Ah, the Prince of Darkness, we meet once more on the battlefield. As of late, our duels have only resulted in draws as our powers were evenly matched. However, such outcomes cannot be allowed to persist any further! No, my dark foil, I shall call it today that our battle here will be the final one in which our blades cross. While the foul blood of the dastardly king flows through your veins, the pure and righteous blood of the holy king runs through mine. Truly, we were meant to meet on battlefield as fated enemies. Now, do you have any final words before we clash?
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when owain gives his speech, flat draws out his plastic knife again, putting on the best evil smile that he can muster. ]
Foolish hero! Though you believe that you have the upper hand, I will show you the power of the cursed blood of darkness that has flowed through the Annerheim family for thousands of years. I will prove to Father and the gods above that it is me who deserves to reign-- I will never let your Light reach these lands ever again! Now, come, Prince of Light! Let us dance once more in this accursed battlefield until our final breath--like the warriors we are!
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My exalted blood will overcome that of the Annerheim's! Your cursed power cannot hope to stand up to mine. The training I have received from the virtuous heroes of the past will show you once and for all where you stand. Light will never be extinguished and Darkness will never be allowed to reign. Prince of Darkness, show me what you are truly capable of. As a Warrior of Light, I come at you!
[ swings forward with his foam blade ]