chasma | WEEK SEVEN MINGLE

new eden: week 7 mingle

the world anew

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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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[ He pauses.

And wonders. ]

You didn't happen to tell them of any other "ships" in that book, did you?

Nope.

We just told them it was about a group of travelers so whatever they extrapolated themselves is... [ waves hand. ] Well, on them really for being so pushy.

[ He doesn't believe you, Kaeya. He really doesn't believe you. ]

We didn't even get to finish what we were doing because they swarmed Sholmes and me.

...And tried to make Diluc kiss us, too.

[ he's the best liar in the west but okay ]

Well it isn't as if you both aren't an item, they probably could smell it from the artist's alley.

[ he sits down on a stump comfortably. he looks like he's about to add something onto that, but just shakes his head. ]

[ He's going to gently shove his foot against Kaeya's shoulder. ]

We weren't that bad.

[ Yeah. Yeah you guys were. ]

[ ah foot shove taken. ]

You were.

Besides, those girls were rabid, their senses were attuned for romance.

[ He siiiiiighs. ]

Since when? ... About being obvious.

How about this.

If you thought you were ever subtle about it, you probably weren't.

[ he does not look ashamed. ]

[ He... He stares. ]

Not even while we were in the desert? And a while after...

No. Not even then.

Though I admit, my job is to always be watching back home. Perhaps my eye is just especially peeled when it comes to those around me.