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WEEK SIX MINGLE
kings: week 6 mingle
the big orange
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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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Somebody get help! We need healers, stat!!!
[ diluc is here!
his feet drag and there's a slight limp, probably from the obscene amount of cuts and gashes littering both legs. blood covers his entire body, from head to toe, looking as if he'd gotten caught in a horrible wind storm. as he comes down the steps he wobbles slightly and the hold he has on the man in his arms loosens as he falls to his knees, but manages to let the other down easy. both of them look rather crispy!!
his torso has been lit up with bullets, some that hit and others that just grazed him, the worst being in his left shoulder. as he comes to kneel on the ground he's pulling the hood down, his face now visible with a cut by his left eye that seems to have just barely missed its target. everyone will also notice the new hairstyle he's sporting, though messily cut and even fried at the ends.
he is alive, at least.]
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He wears a dark cloak much like the others, bloodied and tattered and embroidered with a thorn-like pattern. His boots have been replaced with some very different footwear -- rollerskates? It's hard to see what injuries he has under the thick robe, save for a few cuts along his legs that have bled through some tears in his pants. There's a deep scratch in one of the lens of his glasses, leading to a cut that runs across his cheek. Blood trickles from it.
His face is deathly pale, his eyes unfocused. When Diluc eases him down, he sinks right down to the ground and rolls over onto his side. He says nothing. For now, he just tries to breathe.]
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What happened? [ To all of them, but his eyes are focused on Kim right now. ]
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Check his arm. [ Gestures to Kim. ]
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Thanks.
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Found the bomb...
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We'll worry about that in a bit... Let's get you healed.
[ Assuming it's in his arms...? He'll offer to take it from him, if he's okay with that. ]
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But nope, there's nothing in his arms. The one visible hand sticking out of these robes just has a very bloody glove. There are more cuts along the forearm, similar to the ones along his legs.
As for anything else, it's hard to see anything with the heavy cloak on.]
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polaris is a white streak darting forward as fast as he can, and behind him, kaeya is in step, sprinting in a line towards the sound. that's him that's him it has to be him. it's our missing, it's--
he would apologize to anyone else on any other day upon a return from one of these sanguine ventures, but also it’s almost been 2 months, and he’s kind of done with this. all of this. kaeya doesn’t even care how his voice sounds as it cracks on the syllables of— ]
Diluc…!
[ his heart is bursting, a slow motion implosion between his ribs, and polaris threatens their bond tether, tugs and tugs to skirt past that distance of nine feet until kaeya can catch him, just barely, and we say just barely because polaris is throwing himself at diluc’s feet without any sort of preamble, barking and growling and grumbling, literally herding around him in circles, whining and crying. kaeya by contrast… does not cry, but he does fucking fumble to a halt, hands grabbing diluc’s face with care, already looking him over as he lowers himself down onto the steps. he looks down at kim briefly with wide eyes as polaris turns and continues to sound off sharply in his panic. kaeya rattles off looking at what’s in front of him that he can see immediately: ]
Bullet wounds, lacerations—we're going to need our best!
[ he’s careful as he gathers diluc quickly to himself, whispering softly into his ear, over and over again, inaudible as fingers climb up to hold his face softly, to wind fingers into his now shorn hair as he looks him in the eye. ]
We’ll get… we’ll get help. There’s plenty of it, for Kim, for Akira, for you. [ he says it in this order, because he knows diluc won’t be satisfied otherwise as he starts to move a bit of diluc's cloak. ] Where's the worst of it?
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pravda is at his side, nosing around to get to canopus and make sure she's okay. her tail -- wolf form today -- lashes with agitation as she tries to wriggle into the spaces not being occupied by polaris and his determined, panicked pacing and clinging. ]
Nice hair.
[ incidentally, yuri looks a little worse for wear himself -- there are new burns, faded but still not there since the last time diluc saw him, peeking over the loose collar of his sweater, and some cuts on his hands that seem to have been healed a bit from new and fresh, but again weren't there the other day.
when yuri tucks his coin back in his pocket, there's a sprig of mistletoe in one hand. ]
Little impersonal, but bear with me.
[ he's careful not to agitate any of diluc's injuries as he holds the mistletoe over his head and leans in to kiss him. ]
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canopus wiggles from her spot to brush against yuri and then up to pravda and presses against her, touching nose to nose. she's happy to see them both. ]
Yuri...these injuries. Did they take you too..? [ he's reaching forward to lightly touch the hair that lays by the loose collar, frowning at these new injuries. to take them both in the same week...how hateful, but at least they both made it back alive.
the mistletoe stops him and is still as yuri presses forward. he says nothing to object to this and....is kissed!! neat. ]
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Kaeya...[ his voice is quiet, having used all his energy to shout for help earlier. he reaches to place his hands over kaeya's, to which he'll now be able to see the scorch marks on his palms. ]
My shoulder and legs, mostly.
[ as kaeya pulls the cloak back he'll see an array of bullet holes and grazes across his chest and sides, along with other slash marks will be from something else. but the worst one of all is at left shoulder, a deeper hole where a bullet pierced him. it's bleeding heavier than the other wounds. ]
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[ he's going to start undoing his cloak with care, pulling it into his lap to start taking stock of his wounds. the bullet holes are... well. they're making his hands shake a little, but it's fine. he shakes his head. ]
It doesn't matter. You're here now.
[ it doesn't matter. it matters, but it doesn't as he looks at the church doors, looks at akira and kim as they're brought into the rest of the fold's collective arms. he rests a hand very carefully on diluc's knee, nudges the fabric to have a look at the lacerations and frowns. ]
Kim smells burnt. So do you... [ taking diluc's palms slowly into his now and looking at them. ] What happened in there?
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[Nero is holding a sprig of mistletoe, absolutely do not worry about where this came from.
And he reluctantly asks.]
Can somebody come here 'n... ... kiss... me....
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looks at him and mouths what]
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[Sholmes is rushed, panicked, but his determination is sharp. People need help. And that help...well, it's in the form of mistletoe.]
[He doesn't even hesitate. He's just walking up to cup Nero's cheeks.]
It shall be done.
[He kisses him gently, and then pulls away, patting the other on the shoulder.]
..............Now, what? Should you or I impart the thing?
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[WELL THEN. That does trigger the magic in the mistletoe. So...
Uh...
This was really embarrassing, so he will just go over to Kim and cast a moderate heal spell silently.]
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[it's elementary!]
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I'll live. [ Turns around to leave!
...slowly the clothes at his legs are in tatters and some of this is his blood. ]
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At least take some bandages.
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[ Takes bandages! They are both doing their best. ]
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