WEEK SEVEN MINGLE

[grigori]

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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Comments

[powerplay]

[ I could make a theory on this but Power doesn't have the Rika lore so she's just thomkang. ]

Small kids, sooo... innocent crimes?

[ What the fUCk is an INNOCENT CRIME ]

[malewife]

... Furude Rika is similar to yourself, Power, in terms of "living."

[ can


can


can she like


understand what he's saying


help ]

[powerplay]

[ Wow Furude Rika just continuously going down to Hell and coming back as a new person whether the world wants her to or not? Understood. Unfortunately while oocly I understand this completely, icly it misses the mark for her. ]

[malewife]

So, despite how it seems like she's a child... She's actually...

[ joonghyuk




tries his best to hold her hand through this ]

[powerplay]

[ It's okay, it's not his job to tell her anything about Rika's lore anyway, that is in Rika's rights. Power is bad at being babied through things because she's impatient. ]

We'll figure it out when we get her back!

[ Ta-da, solution. ]