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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Comments

[perfectdistance]

[ This daemon knows exactly what she's doing and Nero might be a difficult man, but she's far more straightforward.

Talking about what you want is difficult. He will choose the easier option. Hugging Sholmes as Disce settles on his shoulder for the moment. ]

[greatdeduction]

[Oh.]

[Oh, that's. Definitely something, alright. The hug comes, and he pauses, almost overwhelmed with how touched he is by the daemon on his shoulder, but he's returning the hug easily, warmly.]

[Irene twitches her nose, lifting up on her hind legs, interested.]

My dear friend.

[perfectdistance]

[It's a point of contact and warmth that he would have never expected. Disce doesn't lie. She would never consider touching anybody who wasn't important to Nero in some way or another.

Disce rubs her furry little mole face against Sholmes's cheek, as he stays in the hug.]

My friend.

[Softly, slightly embarrassed to say the words, but he means it.]

[greatdeduction]

[He nods, his face a little flushed at the attention not only from Nero, but from Disce as well. Sholmes lets out a little sigh, patting the man on the back.]

[He's really just. Emotionally over the moon, and its taking a lot to keep his composure.]

See? Not too bad when you get one.

[perfectdistance]

's pretty nice.

[Honesty week, after all.

It's a lot to be vulnerable this way, but he can't bring himself to regret it. From where they started to where they are now, Nero would have never guessed.

Life is a funny thing.]

[greatdeduction]

Yes, indeed.

[He lets the hug linger a little longer before he nods, blushing slightly, as he draws back.]

Thank you. [A cough - he's flustered.] Now do the same for Kotetsu, yes? He gives even better hugs than I.

[perfectdistance]

[Disce has decided she will stay with him for the moment. This one is friend shaped.

Nero looks away, flush on his cheeks as well.]

Got it.

[greatdeduction]

[nero your daemon NERO YOUR DAEMON]

[Sholmes just. Looks over at Disce just. Hanging here. Hi. Didn't think he'd have anyone else's daemon on his shoulders today, but sure. It's happening.]

It'll do you some good.

[perfectdistance]

[She looks back at him, very content to stay there for a while.

It's not like Nero's going very far.]

Hope you've been gettin' enough hugs too.

[greatdeduction]

[He nods, raising a hand to just. Gently pat Disce on the head, once.]

I feel like I have, yes. [He's not really a huggy person to begin with, but he's gotten them where they've been needed.] I hope the same goes for you, too.

[perfectdistance]

[She rubs against it, pleased at the touch.]

Doin' pretty well for myself.

[Nero's not much for snuggling usually, but considering the sheer amount of stress they've been having to deal with all these weeks... it's welcome enough.]

[greatdeduction]

I'm glad to hear that.

[He won't pet her more because he's still AHHHHHHHHHHHH over daemon touching but. This is cute. She is cute. Nero is cute.]

I hope you get more of it.