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WEEK SEVEN MINGLE
new eden: week 7 mingle
the world anew
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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Good to "meet" you.
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Thanks for sticking with us.
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To be fair, we didn't have much choice.
[ it's not honesty week anymore portia, but you know what he's like. ]
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[ you also know how she is. she takes this easily in stride. ]
... thank you, as always.
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Imagine. At least we all decided we were on this sinking ship together.
[ he just nods. yeah. ]
I brought... something like cooking supplies? Probably too many of them. Did you get cut off, or...? [ he waggles his fingers at her. ]
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Some of the drastic measures you guys were talking about kind of had us worried.
[ yeah,
she wiggles her fingers back. ]
The Lieutenant has reserved an exchange with me for his arm, but I have one more empowered one left, and can supply small things and food. I also have my Watcher green magic still, not that we're in short supply of green here.
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I think we’ve been pretty restrained.
[ innocent look. ]
Good, he could do with that back. I’ve got a bunch of food with me now, but we might need some extras — I’ve probably forgottens something.
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Sure. [ okay, yuri, if you say so. ] You guys are going to be here for a little bit, anyhow, so we'll make sure everything's rationed up appropriately.
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We could've done a lot worse. [ probably. ]
... I really brought a lot of stuff. Like. Burned through the rest of my cash stuff. Did you guys need tents? [ he has tents. ]
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[ she opens then folds her wings again, peeking back into the cave. ]
You guys should have all of your things? Do you want help setting it all up?
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[ sometimes... a tent is just an item that heals you. ]
The plan's the caves, yeah? I can get Kaeya to carry some stuff. But if you're good at pitching tents, I won't say no to the extra hands?