WEEK SIX MINGLE

[grigori]

kings: week 6 mingle 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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[quiz]

I got one, too~.

[ She holds it in front of herself, reading aloud: ]

-- nnot rest, yet. We cannot let the Authority successfully take free will from us, no matter man or alien being - so long as they have heart, so long as they have thought, the Authority will seek to eradicate them.

[yueshen]

[ oh!!! ]

Thank you, Miss Reze. [ warmly, and genuine, but that warmth fades off as he considers the full scroll together. ]

I believe the pieces may go together something like this:

Since the power to travel across these worlds has been crafted for us, we have had to find ways to ground ourselves and our being. One of the Magi brought forth the clever thought of an anchor, one that would keep away the failing health that plagues those that stay so long in another world. A true homesickness. We have lost many a scholar and explorer to it, as their bodies fail them and long for the soil they were born to.

Our clever companion heard of legends, which have been found across numerous worlds, that speak of the Angels. We sought to emulate it, to anchor ourselves as those that had ascended to the rank of Angel had done so with their humanity. We think we have met success - they have brought stability, and those whose homesickness was so pronounced have seen the signs begin to recede as if they were home again.

But on our journeys, oft we have seen the consequence that has come from His reign - even in such small ways, these worlds have suffered for their hubris, for their beliefs, for the simple crime of being. We cannot rest, yet. We cannot let the Authority successfully take free will from us, no matter man or alien being - so long as they have heart, so long as they have thought, the Authority will seek to eradicate them.

Some of us have no homes to return to. I pray not to God, but to mankind, that we might see an end to this Inquisition so that others may not suffer as I have.

[ hmm

dislike. ]

[greatdeduction]

...

[He frowns at all of that.]

"Inquisition"? Travelers that sought to anchor themselves, not to die from...true, honest homesickness?

[aono]

[...actually.]

So uh. My world is actually two worlds, yeah? 'Assiah' is where the humans live, and 'Gehenna' is where the demons live.

Demons can cross over to Assiah by possessing someone or something, but they're not really made to last a long time in Assiah. So eventually the bodies they are in break down and die and they have to go back to Gehenna.

Maybe it's something like that? Something about other worlds just makes it impossible for people to survive normally?

[perfectdistance]

[Can people really die of homesickness?]