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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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a balled up t-shirt hits her in the face. it seems to appear out of nowhere? weird. ]
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[Looks at this.]
[Squints.]
Rather extraneous given that Miss Susato is already on your side, don't you think?
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[Holds up a finger.]
I....deserved that! Yes.
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cold tap water is poured down the back of sholmes' neck. from what? who knows. ]
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[GESTURING TO THIN AIR??]
Alright, alright? Yes! I understand! I do apologize!
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Who did you piss off? ]
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But he is going to be checking on him. ]
I also got hit with a rock. Wonder who's doing it.
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Wait, they can make t-shirts?
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two stones in rapid succession for sholmes, this time. ]
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Goodness, you all have so many rocks. Please, I ask you kindly, could you stop?
Why, if you kill me with all this, you'll have to deal with my insatiable detective spirit, and I'm sure you'll like that.
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Four now? I've been hit by four now. I was told that the veil was thin between this world and the Land of the Dead. So... I guess it makes sense.
...Can they?
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three rocks, in rapid succession, this time. ]
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...No, she's not going to do that. After the initial moment of surprise/bemusement/instinctively going to defend herself, she'll unball the t-shirt and read its words.]
Forgive me, Rex. Yelena. I should have realized you were involved. Thank you for all you've been doing on that side.
[At least, she should've realized Rex was involved! She didn't know Yelena well enough to have known she could help.]