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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Comments

[nbd]

[ HE ALSO HAS NAME ISSUES ALLEN... but he'll have a laugh and pat allen on the head. ]

Fine, fine. After everything, I guess you deserve it. Call me "707".

[lefthandpath]

[CLEARLY but Allen is mildly appeased with this. for now.]

--ah, the Subject number they gave you in that place... I guess that's... fine...

[we will find out your name one day, 707.]

[nbd]

[ maybe allen will be able to get name lore out of him. who knows... ]

Hm? Subject number? Ah, in that place you visited...

[ awkward. ]

It isn't the same as it was back in that place you visit. It's a code name for me.

[lefthandpath]

A code name... ah, is it because of your hero thing?

[nbd]

Exactly!

I'd tag on the line of "hero of justice" but that seems in a bit of poor taste.

[lefthandpath]

I don't think it is. Even with everything that's happened... I think hoping to do better is always good.

[nbd]

[ wow? this is right here in front of everyone... he'll pause for a moment and have a less cheerful laugh. allen is such a good boy. ]

Then let me feel like I've earned the right to. I've got plenty left ahead of me to undo.

[lefthandpath]

Fair enough, but just remember you aren't alone, yeah?

[right in front of God and everyone, yep.]

[nbd]

[ i can't believe he's been accosted like this. ]

As long as we remember that it goes both ways.

[lefthandpath]

Of course.

[do not perceive]

[nbd]

[ he sees you allen. ]

Isn't it a relief that we're no longer compelled to tell the truth?

[lefthandpath]

It wasn't really so bad...

[he only died a couple of times]

But should I be apologizing for not speaking with you that week or...?

[nbd]

[ as he might have as well. ]

My feelings weren't hurt if you're concerned. Some things are best left in that ambiguous area.

[lefthandpath]

Ah, when you say it like that, it makes me think I really should have bullied you more then...?

[nbd]

Maybe you should have but I wouldn't have gone down without a fight.

[lefthandpath]

Really? You seem to go down much easier than you claim, though?

[greatdeduction]

[Passing by:]

Oh he most certainly would. The man's a twink.


[This is not a gag tag he's just passing by and saying this.]

[lefthandpath]

[thank you, Sholmes. Allen needed this laugh.]

[nbd]

[ EXCUSE YOU!?! ]

H, hey! I haven't had the chance to work on bulking up.

[greatdeduction]

[CALLING OVER HIS SHOULDER]

That's quitter's talk, 707!

[nbd]

[ these two are adults. ]

It's not quitter's talk if I haven't had the chance to start!

[greatdeduction]

It only takes a few minutes a day! Or are you saying you're busy twenty four by seven?

[nbd]

It's call letting your favorites win.

[lefthandpath]

Oh, is that the excuse we're going with?

[nbd]

It's not an excuse if it's the truth.