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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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.

[greatdeduction]

My dear.

[And here, here is his favorite Watcher. Rameel who? He comes over to reach a hand to her, giving her a little bow.]

It's ever nice to see your lovely face out in the open.

[skypsalms]

[ rest in pieces rameel. did we even care about you to begin with? but she'll give a bow and take his hand. ]

And it's good to be able to see you out in the open like this as well.

[greatdeduction]

Ahaha. As if I'm not in the open all the time. Though maybe I should do the opposite? Put on a mask, play the part behind the scenes?

[He gives her hand a squeeze, obviously joking.]

A pleasure, Miss Sumeragi.

[senjinrouha]

[ weasel!pravda is watching saspi very curiously. hello little one. ]

Hey. Nice to see you out and about without the mask on. Feel good not to have to worry about it?

[skypsalms]

[ saspi will circle around prava cawing at her before coming back to rest on her head. ]

It's definitely freeing. I was never truly against it, but it's much nicer to speak to you all like this.

[senjinrouha]

[ hewwo saspi. ]

Nicer for us too, I think.

[malewife]

[ Since Joonghyuk knows this is one of Dokja's many adopted children, he is here to witness. ]

[skypsalms]

[ ...

she is witnessing him and doing a little wave. ]

[quiz]

[ Remembers always referring to her as the one that’s probably easiest to bully.

Anyway 😳

She’s looking respectfully. ]

[skypsalms]

[ she was not wrong.


but hello? a little wave at reze. ]

[escardos]

Kururu!!!!

[ HI SHE WILL BE GETTING HUGGED AND SPUN!! ]

[skypsalms]

[ WELP. THERE SHE GOES. it's a good thing she's more than fine to be hugged and spun around. she'll end up laughing a bunch too. ]

Hello Flat!

[sponsoredby]

It's nice to formally meet you.

[ A very warm, soft tone. ]

[skypsalms]

[ she'll give him an easy smile. ]

I'm sorry I couldn't reveal myself sooner to you.

[bloodread]

[ Blink. ]

This suits you. [ Akira use more words. ]

[skypsalms]

[ ???

hello?? ]

Eh? Which part?

[voltadomar]

[A nod in her direction.]

Good to see you.

[skypsalms]

[ and another small bow at his. ]

The same to be said about me, Mr. Kitsuragi.

[arcsplainist]

Yes—properly, out in the open, and full glad am I to see so.

[skypsalms]

It's certainly nice to talk like this now, isn't it?

[aono]

Kururu!

[Wow, what a pretty name to match a pretty person.]

What's the kanji? Wind?

[skypsalms]

Hello Rin.

[ careful now... ]

No, it's the one for "pivot". Wind would have been more interesting, I guess.

[rerouter]

[Hello? Shamsiel? She is very much 😮 for a moment because she, too, is very pretty.

And then she waves, smiling.]

Hello, Kururu... I guess, here, we don't have to worry about dining and dashing?

[skypsalms]

[ she'll wave back and be completely oblivious to the moment monika takes. ]

Hello Monika, and I suppose we don't. Instead we have to worry about that other thing we were worried about.

I'm not sure if it's better or worse.