trusthell | WEEK 2.

WEEK 2
Adelina and Kyrie Ushiromiya are dead.

Regardless of how you felt about them and whether or not you mourned their passing, life goes on. It seems the Wordsmith intends to make good on the rules he's left for you all.

Saturday is given to regrouping and rest; on Sunday morning the clock chimes as it always has, but at least there are no bodies to find today. It seems you're safe for now. The night before wasn't necessarily a peaceful one, however; you'll probably feel a bit groggy when you wake up, and it seems you've regained something that you didn't realize you'd lost...

Either way, it seems there's nothing to do but move on - or, perhaps, move down. Another door in that holding area near the elevator seems to have opened up, leading into a corridor and a stairwell that seems to lead you somewhere beneath the dormitories, and eventually onto a new floor altogether.

Go ahead and explore all you like; after all, you did well at completing your lessons this past week.

APPRENTICES REMAINING: 28

SUNDAY | MONDAY | TUESDAY | WEDNESDAY | THURSDAY

[OOC: Welcome to week two of Trustfell! Feel free to make as many top levels as you'd like and tag out to other characters! This post is for all of your interactions this week... at least until the weekend. Don't forget to save those threads for coins and the activity check!

If you'd like to get in contact with the Wordsmith, you can do so through letters or the switchboard!]

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[Gangrel just sort of showed up to use the vending machine, but watching Varric's haul is totally fine too. He glances after the red glass, but he's got more important things to worry about than whatever the hell that was.]

Is that...?

[He points a sharpened nail at the blue thing.]

Let me see it.

[Varric glanced down at the mess of items in his arms. He squinted at the indicated object, just one of a cluster of things that meant absolutely nothing to him. He grunted in Gangrel's direction, irritated at having to juggle his load, but eventually shook the object free and held it out (resulting in whip and the puzzle box clattering to the ground.]

Something of yours?

Hah, it is...!

[He'll pick it up and shift it between his hands for a moment before frowning.]

It's a Second Seal; it's supposed to change your class, but it doesn't seem to hold any power.

[...So he shakes it for good measure.]

Not that I'd want to change my class, of course, but it's odd seeing one of these that doesn't work. Usually they vanish once you've used them.

[you know. video games.]

[As Gangrel fidgets with his new toy, Varric simply squinted up at him. Not only did what the man was grumbling about make little sense, but the dwarf also didn't have the patience for it. His head was swimming, heart aching. It'd been a miserable weekend, compounded by a miserable morning.]

Do you want it? [His voice came out sharp.] I have no use for half this shit, let alone that.

I'll hold onto it, sure.

[...he didn't really have any plans to give it back in the first place, so that works!!]

If I get something you recognize I suppose I can hand it over in return!

[Gangrel's words gave Varric a pause. A glimmer of red, a sight caught of the corner of his eye (just like it always seemed to be), reminded of the less than pleasant memories that the machine seemed to contain. Harmless as it was -- the item he had received was only a facade, nothing like the real deal -- he didn't want anything else to do with it.]

Just... keep any of that red shit away from me, alright?

[He glances in the direction of that red glass that was thrown before looking back at Varric.]

...Care to tell me why that was so bothersome?

Long story. Lots of bullshit. [He shrugged.] It's just a clever lookalike of a bad memory from back home.

Suppose it's good it's not the real thing, then. Still, it's strange that there would be something like that in here. I wonder why...?

Because whoever's in charge of this damned thing -- [He pointed an accusatory finger... upward.] -- Seems to enjoy getting under people's skin.

That does seem to be the most likely case. Well, don't give it any thought. If I see any more of those, I'll throw them out.

[Shrug! It's not like he has any use for red glass anyway.]

[That earned a laugh from the dwarf, sharp as it might have sounded.]

Keep talking like that and I might have to call you a good man.

Oh don't do that. You'll ruin my reputation!

[...he actually sounds mildly off-put so that's. probably. not a joke. i'm sorry??]

[Congrats, you now have a laughing dwarf on your hands, Gangrel. A loudly laughing one at that.]

Your secret is safe with me, big guy.

It's not— Ugh, whatever.

[SIGH]

[More laughter. Gangrel is the best distraction.]

Even if I wanted to -- and I don't -- I wouldn't. Seems unwise, making a King mad when the goal is to kill each other.

If I were writing this story, I'd call that motive.

You'd be right. I'm not going to pretend that I'd never kill anyone - though it certainly would be stupid to do it here.

[THANK YOU FOR LETTING HIM RECOVER AND BE TERRIBLE AGAIN he genuinely appreciates it, okay]

I damn well hope you mean here in general, and not just here and now.

[He squinted at the man, despite the fact that he was slightly, if morbidly, amused by his words.]

Here in general, yes. Come now, how stupid do you think I am!

[...it's rhetorical, don't answer it]

[Varric pretended to give it some serious thought, finger tapping on his chin and everything. Once he was convinced that his show had been noticed, he let out a rumbling laugh.]

Good to know then. I'll be sure not to point any fingers your way if anything goes awry, then.

WEEK 2.

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