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WEEK SEVEN MINGLE
new eden: week 7 mingle
the world anew
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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[ he's a spike anti ]
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It would have been too suspicious to tell you all to not waste your items.
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he just had to watch everyone do that ]
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Well. I can easily say I haven't killed anyone yet, so.
[he's at least innocent of killing someone with a role?]
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Why... are we like this...
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Why did we both go for Spike for the blame?
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We both simply don't like him.
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I thought you'd blame someone a little less obvious?
But I guess you really are just a teenage girl under all that muscle.
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[Rin sounds miffed by this.]
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If Spike were to be scapegoated for several of them, then it isn't me.
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I know he was an ass sometimes, and kinda crazy most of the time. But he didn't really deserve most of that.
['Most of'. Because he won't argue about last week, yeah that was different.]
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[not everyone got emotionally bonded to him, but even though Allen didn't much like him either, he does acknowledge that others were fond of him for some reason or another.]
Others used that to their advantage, which only makes sense considering our circumstances.
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[This is the boy who wanted to give Qi Rong a chance too though, so maybe he's not the best to ask what to do in these situations.]
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[he knows that, too. which is why he did give Spike chances]
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That was a clusterfuck either way.
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