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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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?

[malewife]

Spike.

[ he's a spike anti ]

[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.

[veraltwin]

[If you don't think she's right fucking here bodyguarding her brother

Time to fucking fight her]

[malewife]

My guess is that you killed Sheba, didn't you?

[ TELL ME IT ISN'T SO ALPHI

TELL ME YOU KILLED ROXIS ]

[bloodread]

Why her?

[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. ]

[greatdeduction]

[Just.]

[Sighing.]

[Like he actually didn't know, but he's sighing.]

[quiz]

[ No one is punching her cousin, bye. ]

[aono]

[Hm. He doesn't like this explanation.]

Was it because too many Temporals kept dying?

[lefthandpath]

[... oh.





he really. doesn't know how to react to this?]

--you had her stab herself?

[powerplay]

[ OH MY GOD SHE WAS RIGHT? WHAT THE FUCK ]

[sponsoredby]

[ He looks sad, but not angry. He's not judging Flat for this. ]

[malewife]

... To clarify more, my and Flat Escardos' role would allow for almost none of the evidence to point to us. You would have needed to catch us by chance. We weren't allowed to tell anyone, before and after, either.

For all of your efforts, everyone has done well for both cases. Whatever anger and frustration is understandable and valid.

[ you're on your own flat he knows people stan a-qing ]

[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 ]

[malewife]

[ joonghyuk still thinks scapegoating spike is always valid

but thank you xie lian he has nothing to add to this, basically he agrees. ]

[voltadomar]

[Kim's looking at his notebook for all these blanks he can finally fill in. He glances up at this and gives an affirmative nod.]

[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?

[bloodread]

[ Throws a look over here. ]

[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.

[bloodread]

What was with the freakin bubbles.

[malewife]

... How unfortunate. Roxis Rosenkrantz was quite resourceful and intelligent.

I would trade one of our living for him.

[escardos]

Oh, so maybe you were the one he was warning me about.

[ well, he guesses that this solves that letter. ]

[rerouter]

[Monika remains silent while everyone else says their piece, cradling Pygmalion in her arms like you would a child. It's only after the last of them has spoken that she smiles — though her gaze is dull.]

I see. Thank you, everyone. Although, now that it's out in the open, I'm hoping we all remain self aware of how we treat others who have unwillingly committed the same sin.

[She does not look at anyone in particular, instead bringing her daemon closer to her chest. Pygmalion, a red fox, buries his head in the crook between her neck and shoulder.]

I killed Ulrika after I was approached by an angel in Otamo. [...] Like I already told her, I won't stop her from venting her frustrations when we're reunited. I can't, and won't, take that right away from her.

[... And with that, she turns on her heel to go find god.]