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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GENERAL

[malewife]

FUEL ALTERNATIVE FOR (looks as smudged hand) WATCHER BOMB

[malewife]

[ Going to paste this excerpt, but he will read it aloud. ]

The dead need not be gone forever. Should their essence remain in the land of the dead, there may yet be a way to restore them, to reconnect them to the Dust of the living realm. It simply requires a catalyst, and a sacrifice in exchange.

We need an alternative for Dust because this piece is referencing the Watchers' Dust as the catalyst and their death as a sacrifice. There's another piece we can also analyze, information that came from one of the trips last week:

Until their essence fades to nothing in the Land of the Dead, the spirit yet remains. Knowing that, one wonders if it may yet be possible to restore those lost to us, that we may no longer mourn their absence. They would require a connection - something to anchor them to who they once were and to the worlds from whence they came, and a spark of life. Could the latter, perhaps, be borrowed from another? And how would one share themselves so, without endangering their own life?

[rerouter]

By the way, I'm the one who left the note on the bulletin board yesterday. When I used an item to ask how to safely share that "spark of life" the answer was still Dust. So there must be another way that doesn't involve sacrificing the Watchers.

[malewife]

We've asked similar questions with roles. They can tell more about their answer, but it still leads to sacrifice of some kind.

[yueshen]

We are absolutely not sacrificing anyone.

[ :T!!!!!!!!

this is just rhetorical he just has to say it. anyway. ] ... I had a question. Is someone with a 'settled' daemon - as has been discussed in some of these notes, when it only takes one form. Do they produce more Dust, or less?

[greatdeduction]

[A frown.]

I suppose it would be less. After all, the experiments we saw on children a couple of weeks back focused on the fact that their daemons hadn't settled yet. Their quantities of Dust were higher.

But...then again, as Allen said, "sin" is more Dust...?

[malewife]

I am unsure since certain things are different for us, who were not born with daemons. Naturally, daemons of adults would settle, but several of us are over hundreds in years and haven't "settled."

In our circumstance, a daemon would settle when someone chooses a target to kill, coerced by the Angel or not.

Someone most likely knows if a killer has more Dust or not.

[lefthandpath]

From what I was told by the scientist, someone who has more "sin" has more Dust. And daemons settle because of some qualification of becoming "an adult" which is largely "sin". So the more sin accrued, the more settled a daemon would be.

Which is why... people who have killed more than likely have settled daemons.

But it's not just about quantity, it's about quality, too, in those experiments.

[aono]

[Just dumping this here too, hours later:]

Don't try sacrificing any daemons for the bomb either. Killing a daemon kills the person too.

[voltadomar]

This is what I was hoping we would discuss. I have the last piece required for making this bomb. However, I was told that the use of the Dust Bomb will require the deaths of the Watchers.

[He has his hands in his pocket. There's hesitation in his voice.]

Knowing this, will we still proceed with completing and deploying it...? Do we have any other options?

[yueshen]

As I stated before, I wonder if perhaps if we were all able to 'settle' our daemons, so to speak, that the extra dust generated might be enough to help.

[perfectdistance]

So the coins are our anchors. Apparently, we have an extra amount of Dust from doing the tasks the Watchers ask of us.

[He's reluctant to bring this information forward, but he still does.]

There's a small possibility that... we could be used instead?

GRAVEYARD LETTERS

[malewife]

[malewife]

I have received this letter.

Re:item; ████ ████ ████████ ███████ modified. Current ████ unusable, need target dust+dna samples ████ specificity. Current sub theorized reqs distasteful sacrifice. ████ ████ info.

Realm was barren. Likely unnatural. Plants growing now where none/dying before. Harpies tasked ████ ████████ realm/prevent ███████

However, I believe based on another's note, I am to not worry about this?

[bloodread]

I have blueprints that I can't make shit of, but it mentions DNA.

???

[malewife]

[ As he's shuffling through papers and notes... ]

There are some people that may have more they want to discuss or share. Do not bother them too much.

🪶 1/?

[veraltwin]

[???

No, this is now Alisaie’s top level. It's not right away, but at some point there’s a break in the theorizing and she’s on her feet in an instant, striding for the front of where they’ve all gathered… though she stops next to a certain someone on her way. She gives him a sharp look, but he doesn’t seem to move fast enough for her liking--she reaches down and seizes his wrist, yanking to pull him up to his feet and after her. Someone else ought to be moving at this point, coming up to join them; don’t make her go out there to find you next because she will.

But once the three of them have made it to the front of the room, Alisaie folds her arms, an impatient scowl on her face.]

Well, since we’ve made it here and our Watcher friends have finally been able to unmask, the time for secrecy is over. I don’t know about the rest of you, but I’m sick of secrets. I’m tired of having to keep in mind what I know versus what everybody else thinks we know. And I’ve had enough of people being foolish and walking straight into the angels’ traps!

[Her mouth tightens for a moment, looking around the room, and she points at a few of them. You know who you are, Xie Lian.] Do you truly expect us to believe you don’t know why that “No Fighting” sign has been up? If I have to sit through another meeting eavesdropping on people trying to put information together, I shall scream.

[She could probably continue ranting, but before she does Taftosimi seems to decide it’s time to take matters into his own hands. He’s been settled on his shoulders as has become his norm, but he bunches himself together and leaps off her shoulders… and changes into a shape only one of them has seen before. Two, if the graveyard's looking in on this. Taf is now a magpie, and he does a quick circle above them before swooping back down to perch on her shoulder, trilling.

...It does the trick to interrupt her. Alisaie looks at him, then shakes her head. As she lifts her hand to give a quick rub to his chest, her sleeve pulls back just enough to show a woven red bracelet, four black beads displaying “VIII” in gold lettering.]

I’ve been working as a role for some time now. If we are to truly end this cycle once and for all, we must needs all show our cards and share our information freely.

[SHE IS STARING AT ALL OF YOU, ROLE PEOPLE. DO YOU WANT TO TEST HER. SHE’LL NAME NAMES, YOU KNOW SHE WILL.]

🐍 2/?

[escardos]

[ the one getting hauled by alisaie? it’s none other than flat escardos, who looks more flustered than ever as he’s pulled into center stage with her. or maybe he's annoyed. it might be a mix of both, actually, as he keeps trying to pull away from her, to no avail.

on his wrist, there’s a blue and yellow bracelet with the numeral "I". ]

A-Alisaie! Why are you pulling me, even!? He’s one, too! [ annoyed, he points to yjh. ] He could have gone, too! He does exactly the same thing I do, but probably better! In fact, he totally does it better than I do!

[ jack, in the form of a snake hangs loosely around his neck. ]

Literally the first rule about Fight Club is that you do not talk about Fight Club!

MURDERS

[malewife]

[ in a spot because snow told me murderers can confess, too! ]

Due to my role, I was tasked to assassinate Yelena Belova of the Celestials. If I were to reject the task, it would threaten the stability of Dust, which would further endanger the group... Possibly allow the spectres to come for us.

I had no intentions of killing Yelena Belova, then my attempts to frame someone did not work properly. Nanaly Fletcher suffered.

For that, I will take blame.

I ask that others come forth since some of you might have killed the three roles that must be with the dead. One couldn't be inherited.

[lefthandpath]

... who were you trying to frame?

[arcsplainist]

[ .... Oh. Well.

Esmerie has been hanging around over his shoulders, but it's in that moment where she slithers down into Alphinaud's arms, holding her close like something to be protected. The uneasiness is evident in his demeanor, but he inhales, exhales quietly, and steels himself. ]

... Very well. Yes, I am responsible for the death of another.

[escardos]

[ well...when he speaks up about it, flat lowers his head, thinking...

jack thps its tongue at his nose, and he smiles sadly before looking up with a resolute expression. ]

I was responsible for A-Qing's death. Just like Mister Joonghyuk, I was tasked by the Watchers in order to maintain the stability of Dust which, if out of control, would attract the spectres to kill us all. I tried to reject the task in order to look for alternatives, but there was nothing else that we could do.

[ he'll just wait for someone to punch him, it's fine. ]

[yueshen]

[ actually, before disappearing entirely. bends space and time to say with a tired smile: ]

Please remember that many of these kills were not by choice, and do not forget who our real enemy is. The punishment, ultimately, does not matter; that people speak the truth does. You are entitled to any emotions that you feel, and you should have a moment to feel them - but overall, I ask that you be kind.

Similarly, when our dead return to us, if they feel hurt or angered, they are more than allowed to feel that way - but ultimately, vengeance will not do anyone any good. Unity is the key to our success at ending all of this.

[ local pacifist says no fighting

k bye ]

[aono]

[ROLES AMONG THE DEAD...

Rin doesn't need to doxx himself, but he will quietly say this:]

...

Tsuru didn't have a role did he?

[veraltwin]

[She wouldn't be saying this if not for Alphinaud. But gods damn it, she can't let him take all the heat for what happened. Not when...]

It was I who killed Roxis in Otamo.