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

[lefthandpath]

[relatable?]

Honestly, as long as you can read, you can get by mostly.

A lot of professions have terrible handwriting, anyway.

[yueshen]

[ nods fastly ]

And, truly, Baraqiel is one of the most clever and eloquent people I've ever met!

[lefthandpath]

[xie lian pls but nods.]

Handwriting doesn't tell a person's intelligence.

[yueshen]

Besides, I saw his in a strange way - not necessarily ink to paper. So, it could just be a misreading on my part!

[lefthandpath]

Well, either way, there isn't really a need to force the issue. If he wants to learn to write clearer, he will. I'm sure of it.

[yueshen]

I am too. Baraqiel is the type who can do anything.

[lefthandpath]

Xie Lian has such faith in his comrades. It's very endearing.

[yueshen]

It is faith that is certainly well earned. Truly, I have been lucky to meet many people here who are clever, kind, and tough - jades among stones, to say the very least.

That includes you, you know!

[lefthandpath]

Ah, I haven't heard that expression. It's "diamonds in the rough" where I'm from.

[grigori]

[ gestures??? baraqiel and allen just out here tonight with relatable content ]

[lefthandpath]

[he'll pat Baraqiel on the arm.]

My adoptive father taught me to read and write, but I wasn't very good with it until my master forced me to be better with it--to put it mildly.

[Cross Marian educating Allen Walker was An Experience.]

It's how people from certain places show they're caring for people... I think...

[grigori]

[ baraqiel allows this pat. ]

I learned as a soldier when I was a child, so it's not as if I had the materials that allowed for... ease. Or finesse. My reading didn't suffer for it, at the very least.

[lefthandpath]

Ah, that really would make it difficult to practice, wouldn't it?

I was always travelling, but Master was able to get materials a lot more easily from the ladies of those houses--

[cutting self off because realizing he's talking about being educated in brothels in the middle of public.]

... I'm sorry, that's exactly how it sounds. They were very nice ladies, to be fair!

[grigori]

[ snorts abruptly and actually laughs, instead of their meaner humor earlier when they all were dogpiling nero ]

Most of them are. My city has brothels, and even if they can be obnoxious sometimes when trying to drum up business, they're usually better company than most people that come to me for a place to stay.

Especially when compared to soldiers.

[lefthandpath]

But the owners of those places are a lot harsher...

[pour one out for Allen Walker's debts still owed because Cross fucking Marian.]

[grigori]

Perhaps if people paid their bills as they agree to do when they begin making their purchases.

[ cross marian would be on baraqiel's shitlist ]

[lefthandpath]

[BARAQIEL UNDERSTANDS.]

Ha. Well. Thankfully that's not such an issue here.

[just all the murder.]