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WEEK SIX MINGLE
kings: week 6 mingle
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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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His face is very fucked up at the moment. It's like someone or something carved strange angular lines around his eyes, spindling out like circuits that peter out as they reach the sides of his face. His hands have similar marks starting at his fingertips and going up past his wrists, but those are more difficult to see due to his hands being wrapped in a t-shirt and some hastily-applied bandages. All of these are raw and bleeding btw, he's a mess. And since he's shirtless, everyone will be able to see that it looks like he has some sort of chemical burning on his torso. And everywhere else that has exposed skin really. Someone's a bit too toasty!
His shouts will sound raspy and peter out as he tries to talk.]
Help! We need help...
[And then he fukken. Falls forward and conks out against the ground, unconscious.
Oh look, he has a rather nasty 2nd degree burn covering his entire back too. Fancy that.]
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well.
he doesn't look great either? there are cuts around his hands and wrists, flayed and wild like something just hit him in uneven and unpredictable patterns. and his old burns from a few weeks ago, now very well healed and looking much better, have been covered over by a nasty scattering of angry chemical burns across his chest and neck. dein nomos hangs limply from his wrist, tied there by the straps that usually surround it.
mostly because he seems to be carrying something? someone? on his back. it's a little hard to tell from a distance, but there's a small figure curled against the burned fabric of his clothes and he seems to be holding them as tightly as he can. he stumbles a little as he exits, but stays upright, pausing only when he sees rin hit the floor. ]
G-- [ his voice sounds wrecked as well -- raspy, and wrong and when he coughs it looks almost like blood drips from his mouth as well? ]
Him and her. Get them healed, now.
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Clad in a somewhat crispy sundress, chemical burns line the exposed skin of her arms and legs. The ends of her hair are once again singed and frizzled, slipping out of its usual ponytail with the ribbon barely hanging on. Her wrists and ankles are bright red and inflamed, the skin rubbed raw and bleeding. As if that weren't enough, cuts of varying sizes line the same area. And that's just what's visible from this angle, wowie!
A little bit of bloody spittle drips down her chin while her head rests against Yuri's shoulder. Her eyes are closed. Monika's entire body shifts almost bonelessly with every single one of Yuri's movements, a dead weight on his back.
Haha, wouldn't it be wild if I once again said Monika is dead?]
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What do you do in these kinds of situations? ]
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but no, monika is one big booboo and passed the fuck out. sorry, power!]
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Monika?
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She ain't opening her eye.]
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[Sholmes is running up, alarmed - he doesn't know who to focus on, but Rin grabs his attention most of all, and he's dropping down to examine the boy.]
[There's a very noticeable piece of paper taped to his own sweater that reads "I am cursed to lie."]
Rin! Rin!!
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He's also bleeding from the mouth like the other two, but since he's face-down it's just ending up on the sidewalk right now.]
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Let's get her off of you and get you all checked out.
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[ he just lets it happen, i guess. ]
Careful with her. [ like. y’know. he wouldn’t be. ]
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....
Should we start kicking her or just give it a second...?
[When Spike mentally threatened to kill you if you hurt Power, that included dying, Monika.]
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[ NOOOOOO KICKING! ]
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i mean here we are again! another cyoa! xie lian is on his way out in a dash, rushing for the group as always; his hands glow an immediate soft gold, and he glances to nero and alphinaud both quickly, nods (go team!) and then hurries to rin's side.
he looks up at yuri, too, and frowns. IMMENSELY.]
There are at least three of us who can heal, Yuri, you need to be seen to as well. [ in the absolutely NO ARGUMENTS voice, sharp and serious as he drops down beside rin where he fell, then takes in a deep breath, focusing in on his spiritual energy.
after a moment, the gold flickers and then strengthens, and he carefully moves his hand over rin's chest, beginning to immediately work on healing him. ]
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[ no questions are allowed. ]
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Does anyone else need help? I still have one exchange left.
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polaris searches for pravda and pygmalion as well, tail low. ]
What hurts? We'll get Monika and Rin taken care of, but I want to know where you need healing too.
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Careful with her.
[ he says like he's not burned to shit himself as well. pravda will pad her way over to polaris and just flop on him. oof. ]
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Kaeya's already there, but Alisaie's running up to them as well. And, well, there are words that she could say here but everything that she wants to say is too harsh for the situation, even though they'd both know she didn't mean it. So instead, it's just...]
Thank the Twelve you've made it back.
Alphinaud should be here in a moment; don't even think about refusing to let him heal you.
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I lie down in my bed now. ]
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