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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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if he knew what a will smith pose was he would be doing one ]
Crimson Rain Sought Flower, wasn't it?
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monika over here, connecting w0 dots.]
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whispers - ]
I just figured it out barely a couple of weeks ago, because I learned his daemon's true name.
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[ you ain't getting the other one yet sisi.
the huli jing immediately winds past him and rubs up against xie lian's leg, cheek mushing into his hip. ]
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ah! there's a bright burst of warmth, and then, he laughs as the daemon comes and rubs up against his legs. xie lian kneels down to greet the huli jing, immediately scratching it behind the ears and under the chin. ] Tanhua, hello.
[ he tips his head back up towards baraqiel - towards hua cheng, and just smiles at him, delighted. ] Or Hong-er?
[ teasing ]
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how annoying. ]
... if you would like, Dianxia, although it has been a very long time since I have been called that.
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[ little red. he's also not very red? all this crimson for a guy who only wears blue! ]
But - despite everything, that is the name by which I've known you the best. No matter how little you wanted to even give it to me, then. [ any of that teasing fades, though, turning into a warm, genuine smile. ]
...Hua Cheng, Crimson Rain Sought Flower - it is nice, to truly meet you once more.
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then, as if understanding the thought process: ] I would like to return to my red soon, certainly. It would be nice.
[ but, alright. hua cheng huffs a soft, amused noise, when he points out how reluctant he was as a child. ]
Dianxia was the first to show kindness to me, so perhaps I was a little shy. [ ... and he smiles, regardless. ] It's strange to hear, after having been called something else for so long. But any name you call me will still be good to hear.
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..he reaches out to help, a little? fingers gently fussing over some of the larger ones and trying to put them back into place. there, there ]
You weren't shy for long. [ okay, maybe a little more teasing as he looks up at him properly. what happened to that sticky, clingy kid. he's been stretched like mantou! ] But I am glad more than anything just to be able to call you by a name that is yours.
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hand coming up, he gives a small tug to a loose piece of hair, before moving to tuck it back behind his ear in a return of his feather fussing. ] ... en. Once we get everyone reunited again, perhaps I'll tell you the name I like most when you're saying it.
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he's only stopped by hua cheng messing with his hair, and smiles warmly up at him, expression shifting to one quite curious. ]
Oh? [ so not one he's already learned... ] I'd like that. I want to call you whatever you like.
[ a beat. ]
And... if you'd like... Hua Cheng is more than welcome to call me by my name sometime, too. I have gotten somewhat used to that, here...