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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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which is to say, Rowan immediately nyooms over to take the peanut. no care about how close hand it. that peanut is hers.]
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Rin's eyes widen, and he holds his palm flat, inviting Rowan to step up onto it if she wants to.]
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then she sniffs palm.
nose boop.
and then she's bolting back to her clown owner.]
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Rin looks up to Allen excitedly, like he's saying "DID YOU SEE THAT?" with the exuberant look on his face.]
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have some fake flowers getting shoved in your face.]
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Rinkou is the one who actually interrupts the show though. She will go over to try and pick up one of Allen's juggling props with her mouth.]
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but whup, Rin will have to take the flowers because Allen has to OVERDRAMATIZE THE SCANDAL of his props being taken! time to chase after a wolverine!]
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...it's not exactly a run, it's a wolverine-waddle, but same difference. She's still having a lot of fun and is dragging around a bowling pin or something.
The crowd seems to like it at least? And Rin is torn between laughing and trying to get Rinkou to behave.]
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Allen watches them go, mock-despairing, before he pulls a colorful handkerchief from a sleeve as if to wipe at his mock-tears and pauses, bemused.]
Ah, I haven't found the right color, actually. Hold this for a moment.
[passes the tail end of what is revealed to be a chain of handkerchiefs tied together to Rin as he hunts for the proper color. the amount of handkerchiefs is... ridiculous. but also. colorful. Rin is steadily covered with all the colors of handkerchiefs.]
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But Rin just takes the end of the chain of handkerchiefs, and wow that does get ridiculous. But as his arms fill up with the length of handkerchiefs, he gets an idea. He ties the end into a lasso, and he starts to swirl it around as best as he can.]
Here, use this!
[And he tosses the handkerchief-lasso to Allen.
...but he's still holding onto the long chain of handkerchiefs. He's definitely trying to lasso Allen here, for Comedy Purposes.]
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which he waves at Rin.]
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What's my prize for catching the clown then, huh?
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[said far too innocently, though.]
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Or I guess it's over the clown this time.