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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Comments

[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?

[escardos]

I'm actually not sure...I mean if that were the case, then wouldn't a Temporal be a bad idea?

[ he shakes his head. ]

[aono]

[Me, an idiot, thinking A-Qing was a Celestial for some reason.]

Oh, right. That wouldn't make sense at all then yeah.

[senjinrouha]

The teams only matter to the angels, Rin.

[lefthandpath]

[... oh.





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

--you had her stab herself?

[escardos]

No.

[ ... ]

But I did talk to her about it. I didn't think it was right to kill her without warning, even if she was mad about being an easy target. So I explained why, and we came to an agreement.

[lefthandpath]

[Allen... hates this? so so much. actually.]

I see.

[escardos]

Yeah.

[ he hates this too, buddy! ]

[lefthandpath]

... thank you for your honesty.

I think I'll... go get some air, actually.

[time for Allen Walker to... take a breather.]

[escardos]

[ flat nods. he said what he had to say, so now it’s up to the rest to process it. ]

[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 ]

[escardos]

Yep, what he said!