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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[skypsalms]

I see, then I'm glad for it.

And yes. I feel like it might become the longest night in my life so far, but at least it will be something to remember.

[ a pause as she'll lace her fingers together. ]

...that break is something someone else deserves it too.

[greatdeduction]

[He looks towards their fingers, and smiles, lightly.]

"Someone else"? Does that refer to yours truly?

[skypsalms]

[ oh. hmm. ]

I think it refers to anyone who believes that of themselves. All of us here have worked so hard and to return to our duties immediately after everything... Doesn't that sound unfair?

We should allow ourselves a moment of true reprieve. Even if it's just for a few hours.

[greatdeduction]

Ahaha, I was joking. A great detective never can rest.

[He tilts his head. ]

But I certainly agree with that. Let people have their take to take a breath, and enjoy life outside of...all that this is.

[skypsalms]

[ a slight tilt from her as she smiles. ]

Life is worth living, isn't it? It's not a bad thing to just allow some time to yourself.

Or time with others.