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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[ Elda is fairly soft on her feet, for the most part. She didn't really plan on being stealthy as she was making her way down the stars and towards the infirmary tonight, but upon getting a certain reply earlier today and seeing that some people got specialty gifts in that room...

Well, it wasn't in the kitchen, so she should look at the infirmary, right?

...

Wait, someone was in here?

She sort of pauses in the door frame, not sure if she's been outed or not yet ]

[It took Kira a moment to register someone else was in the room; his immediate response was to freeze in place and scowl like he was about to snap at her, but he quickly regained enough presence of mind to realize that would not make him look any less suspicious.]

...This isn't what I'm sure it looks like.

[ ... Damn, she was noticed.

...

Well, might as well get into the room ]

I don't know what it does look like other than you being here at night.

[Kira put his still-bleeding arm behind his back, in the world's least subtle manner.]

Never mind. What are you doing here so late?

[ Here's the thing, she can still smell that... Not that it help with knowing what's going on. That said, instead of looking at him she's sort of glancing around the room expectantly ]

Have you seen a good way to transfer blood here?

You would be better served asking Dr. Ziegler than myself. I don't know anything about blood transfusions.

[He paused, giving Elda a vaguely curious look before tilting his head slightly in the direction of the refrigerator.]

...But I do know that wasn't here yesterday.

Well, that's not going to be good if you end up needing one.

[ Because you're bleeding and all over there...

That said, she nods by way of thanks and heads on over the fridge. Once over, she crouches, opens the thing and... In spite of herself, smiles as she takes out a blood transfusion pack, shutting the door behind her but also blinking - man, could do without the bright light in there. ]

...You do realize I'm going to ask what you're doing.

[just casually sidestepping that, uh-huh]

[ Holding the blood packet gingerly in her hands, she turns to smile back at him ]

Then don't I get to ask the same of you?

. . .

I tripped.

[ . . . ]

Seriously?

[ That said, she does walk over, blood bag still in hand ]

Yes, seriously.

[juuuust taking a step or two back.]

That's a bad sounding trip.

[ She said, skeptically ]

Even I can be accident prone on occasion.

You'll kill yourself being a klutz like that. What, did you trip onto a knife?

An arrow, but close enough.

[...kira.]

-What, really?

...Yes.

[totally]

So you tripped onto an arrow and sliced your arm.

[ But why was there and arrow??? ]

We can call it that.

[ Wow so like that is clearly a ridiculous story???

..... But she also doesn't care, so ]

Where did you even find an arrow? Even the sword I got out of the machine doesn't cut anything.

[let's just say he tried really, really hard.]

It fell out of that ridiculous vending machine and ended up with me.

And it's sharp enough to maul someone? I guess that Bruce guy might've been on to something.

[ That said, shifting the blood bag to her left hand she holds out her right.

As if expecting him to offer the cut arm.

Because clearly he will ]

[oh hell to the no]

What're you doing?

Come on, might as well get a second opinion on it.

[ See, she's being helpful!

and definitely not nosy! ]

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