WEEK SEVEN MINGLE

[grigori]

new eden: week 7 mingle the world anew

18 Remain

After all this time, you should be used to waking up to unfamiliar surroundings, right? But, this time, you're not in a bed. There's no roof over your head. It's certainly an unconventional experience, to say the least, but you're here, now. And this is meant to be the end, isn't it..?

So let's get started.

A lush, green forest greets you as you step out into the world outside the cave you awaken in, greeted by soft birdsong and the constant sound of water from every side. The skies above are crisp and blue, but the clouds you can just barely see on the lip of the cliffside so far above you are tinged in dark colors, the promise of rain in the air. Everywhere around you is life, life, life, but no signs of people besides you. Best to find your bearings, and head out.



Waiting for you all in the clearing is Rameel, Satariel, and Yomiel who look to be feeling both anxious and excited for what's in store for everyone this week.

Rameel, with some dramatics that had been missing the last time they were standing before everyone, stands with both arms on their hips and their one wing raised up proudly. Their daemon in the form of a cacomistle on their shoulder. "Here we are! The place of our final showdown and where we're going to end things. It's an interesting battle ground but I hope you are all ready."

Yomiel gives Rameel an unsure glance at those words before addressing everyone themselves. "If we're lucky, we'll get through this without having to fight that much." Their daemon, an ocelot, makes a noise of agreement from their heels. "It's the last stretch, either way, so let's not waste the chance while we've got it. But maybe we should introduce ourselves properly this time."

Satariel pumps their fists, once, when Yomiel says this, daemon fluttering back and forth as a raven, a flurry of excited nerves in the form of black feathers. "Yomiel is right. One last form of rebellion on our own, before we take the final running jump into it together The Celestials will probably join us later, for a little while, but for now..."

All three of the Temporals look at each other, before reaching up for their masks and their hoods, their cloak clasps, and...


Another new week, another new side effect of traveling. Your loose lips are gone, so there'll be no sinking ships (probably?) this go around. Instead, you'll find a word or string of them tattooed somewhere on your body that you certainly didn't have the night before when you went to bed. These words reflect what you perceive your greatest sin or your worst regret to be, and they certainly do not wash off, no matter how hard you try. This effect lasts all week.

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[grigori]

Satariel..?

[rapscallious]

[ satariel removes the mask with obvious relief, the gold dust obscuring their face flaking away as they do, falling away. it fades on the wind, even if their hands are still faintly illuminated as they undo the clasp. the cloak just falls to the ground behind them, and...

she offers the same friendly smile she's always has, just this time, the full gamut of her expressive face can be seen. the raven comes to land down near her feet, a fluid change of feathers to fur - but not brown and fuzzy like the bear, or brown and sleek like the other. instead, the form it takes is a truly large cat, if only in orange, letting out a mrow! in greeting to everyone. ]

You can still call me Satariel, if you like, but my name is Portia. And since not many people have ever asked - this is Rodion, who he really is. No more secrets, and no more leash on who or what we are. It's nice to truly, really, finally meet everyone as us.

Let's go, together, into the end of this. If you guys need anything from us, we've got a few days to prepare - let us know, and we'll help however we can.

[senjinrouha]

A name to go with the face, finally.

Good to "meet" you.

[callalilies]

What a big fellow he is.

[ here's a pol, just coming to gently wag his tail and sniff. he's a cat person. ]

No more secrets indeed, we've much work to do now. The home stretch as they say?

Do you have recommendations for our preparations, Miss Portia?

[sponsoredby]

It's nice to talk to you like this proper. [ He pauses a moment. ] Hm.

[ He does lean to whisper something to her. Kotetsu, you and your whispering. ]

[yueshen]

Miss Portia!

[ oh...!!! xie lian smiles down at the daemon and san lang chitters in rodion's direction, then settles comfortably on xie lian's shoulder. he puts his fist to his hand and bows, polite. ]

Very inspiring words. And how truly nice it is, to be free of such restraints! How very nice to truly meet you face to face.

[rerouter]

[literally just 😮 for several seconds

hello? you are so pretty, ma'am?]

... Ahaha, it's nice to finally meet you face to face! Thank you for all you've done for us.

[greatdeduction]

Oh, Miss Portia, you really are quite beautiful!

[And a bow.]

A pleasure to meet you, one again.

[perfectdistance]

's good to see ya out of the mask in public for once.

[Disce greets Rodion by headbutting his side.]

[aono]

[Rin, who has been avoiding the Temporals our of a sense of guilt and shame, suddenly realizing that he has to actually talk to people here.]

I think I'm okay for now. But thanks for taking care of us.

[lefthandpath]

It's nice to meet your properly, Miss Portia.

[malewife]

[ He watches other people greet her! He's fine where he is.

Everyone should love Portia. ]

[arcsplainist]

... Miss Portia, then. 'Tis a fine pleasure to meet you—the real you.

[ Beside him, Esmerie gives a little squeak! A greeting of her own. ]

[veraltwin]

[Oh, this is a good way to start the week.]

Portia. [She smiles.] I'm glad we can finally be fully truthful with one another.

[This has been long in coming!!!]

Shall we go exploring once more later? We could climb the plateau for one last bird's eye view.

[escardos]

You two are so pretty!

[ flat claps his hands together, and jack turns into the closest thing it can find to match the large cat—the wolf form. ]

It must feel better to not have that thing over your head, huh?

[voltadomar]

[A polite nod from the lieutenant.]

Good to meet you, Portia.

Yomiel...?

[teenrebellion]

[ there's no fanfare as yomiel takes off his mask, dropping the cloak to stretch out his wings and shake the Dust out of his hair and face. sharp, green eyes look back at everyone from under brown bangs, and he offers a hesitant smile, like he's not entirely sure how to act now that everyone can see him. ]

Kazuki Hoshino. [ the ocelot at his heel shifts then, taking the form of an ethiopian wolf instead. ] And this is Zimri.

We've still got some time, so let us know if we can help with something. Then we can finish this.

[lefthandpath]

[when the face actually matches the personality...]

[senjinrouha]

[ he looks like he wants to ruffle his hair. ]

[perfectdistance]

[Disce still runs up to Zimri and headbutts her little cat head against their legs.]

So can I call ya Kazuki?

[quiz]

[ She’s running over to jump on him and if he doesn’t catch her they’re breaking up!!! ]

Rameel..?

[nbd]

[ unceremoniously but with plenty of dramatics and flare, rameel will throw back his hood and then follow it up with ripping off his mask to reveal his face to everyone. where the mask goes? who knows; rameel doesn't seem to care very much about it. sorry to anyone and everyone who thought he was a blonde—the man is definitely not and will cross his arms over his chest as he grins.

he'll give his wing a flap and his daemon will run from one side of his shoulder to the other before jumping off his shoulder and turning into a very lovely cat that will land and sit next to him. an action that will have him laughing just before he says anything proper. ]

I'm sure you all have some questions, comments, and or concerns—but one at a time. Not that there are many of you left but that's still more than one of me.

Suriel...?

[infreefall]

[ a gentle breeze precedes the arrival of the celestials as they land in the clearing. suriel is the first to step forward. ]

Hey, everyone! It feels like we've been waiting forever to actually introduce ourselves to you already, so sorry to make you wait a little longer.

[ that said, suriel removes her mask with a sigh of relief, golden Dust fading to reveal warm brown eyes and a round face flushed with pink. hands steepled, she smiles brightly at everyone gathered, daemon shifting from a fennec fox into a red panda. ]

You can call me Ochako Uraraka. And this little guy is Chandrakant!

Baraqiel..?

[supremity]

[ and here is your next watcher. baraqiel's daemon stands next to them as a tiger, after the celestials arrive, and the two of them seem to be surveying everything. it's as the tiger shakes itself out, form changing from golden orange and white to an orange so deep it may as well be crimson, black-brown accents, silvery white muzzle and tail tips, plural. the fox it changes into is the size of a large dog, nearly a wolf, and it stands with many tails, all of them giving a flick - the movement makes it hard to take stock of just how many there are.

the watcher removes their mask at the same time, undoing the cloak and tossing both away with little care. the gold dust obscuring their face flakes and fades, and -

there he is. the fox keeps its right eye closed to match, as the man flicks the ridiculously long braid scarf off his shoulders to hang behind him.

( half of the game pretends to be shocked for snow's benefit ) ]

I think, at this point, you've had enough motivational speeches and encouragement. Go organize yourselves.

Shamsiel..?

[skypsalms]

[ without needing any more prompting, shamsiel will carefully push back her hood and let her hair spill out from underneath and immediately sticking up all over the place as she then removes her mask from her face with both hands.

she'll take a moment to herself as she decides on what to do with the mask but will ultimately just deciding to keep it in her hands before looking up at everyone—a smile on her face. as bright as she can make it. her daemon in the form of a songbird rests on her shoulder for a moment before it flaps its wings to circle around her only to come back as a magpie that makes a few calls. when she finally speaks up, she'll have her wings fluttering and her hands fumbling with her mask. ]

I know some of you have already seen my face, but it's nice to talk to you all like this—properly out in the open.

[ a short bow as she momentarily loses some of her composure. ]

O, oh, and I'm Kururu Sumeragi. [ a caw from her daemon. ] This here is Saspi.