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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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I don't think this is a good idea.
[ casually doesn't perceive power ig ]
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[ He would fight them but if he has Sche he realizes that may not be the best idea. ]
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[ Power's not on board. ]
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[ the thought of a wasp devil made me shudder irl ]
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[ Who is fighting the bees. ]
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Haha, probably! But I can heal from such things and I will massacre every bee in sight if they so much as buzz too loudly at me! If there is such a Bee Devil out there, I will pummel its hive into dust!
[ No, she is not watching Sche. In fact, she is watching Monika doing whatever. This is when the other thing began I guess. But then a bee comes into her line of sight, and she punches it with her paper-stuck hand.
Stares at her palm. ]
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[ Except one look at this nasty ground and no, she isn't sitting. She'll carefully!!!! And slowly!!! try to give these two dorks some space but she slips anyway, but this time catches herself against the wall. ]
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...he has gloves on so it's not the worst. ]
This is gonna be a workout. [ Looks back at Sche to make sure she's ok. ]
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[ Power does not have gloves. And yet, she is like this. It's fine, the papers stuck on her hands are her gloves?!
Does Scheherazade fucking think she's safe? Huh? She thinks she's safe when the Bards come approaching thinking this is some kind of show-off performance they're doing? He's angrily and threateningly holding a lute. Are the bees the real problem or is it the nature of confrontation of a man in a silly Tingle costume? Make your choice, Scheherazade. ]
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I do not know who you are trying to impress, but it certainly isn't me. I have no interest in your medieval instrumentation, thank you.
[ This has only angered the bard further, who is gonna throw down some sick jams on his lute to prove a point (?)
Scheherazade is still not impressed. ]
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A hundred is but a drop in the water!
[ Why won't the bard use his words, why must he jauntily challenge Scheherazade in this manner. Do you even have an instrument Sche. ]
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That is enough, thank you.
[ he keeps jammin. scheherazade has no choice but to just
put her hand on the neck of the lute, interrupting his... serenade? whatever the fuck this is. ]
I said that is enough.
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He pauses in his bee competition cause the music has stopped, looking over to the bard and Sche. ]
Gimme a sec. [ Hello bard, hello sche. ] She said to stop yeah? Want me to help you with that? [ He is punching the bard in the face. ]
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[ A million bees?! But while she doesn't care about the music per se, she does care marginally about Akira walking away from her. ]
Hey! Where are you going, we are not done? Oh, are you upgrading?!
[ The prompt specified battle of the bands, so surely there are multiple Bards. Who really did not expect to be punched, this is what happens when you bring lutes to a fistfight. ]
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Please, let's just move on.
[ except she probably cant be heard over the battle of the bards. ]
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[ Sorry Scheherazade, you have two idiots who chose violence. If she must whip out her slide whistle and fight these fools with her own sick tunes then she must but if fists work, they work!
Fuck these bees, Ritty can take care of those and he's immune to poster glue! Power's going to make these bards eat these papers stuck to her hands! Anarchy! ]
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but no, scheherazade just slides away to try and put up some posters while the other two do... whatever. violence! except she trips again, falling onto the pavement while the universe mocks her by yet another poster sticking to her boob. ]