WEEK 3.

[trustwellness]

WEEK 3 As the second week draws to a close, two more have joined the deceased. Christo and Alani are dead, leaving twenty-six of you remaining. It may not seem like very many have died, but their absence will certainly be felt. 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... Just like last week, a door in the stairwell has opened, leading you down further into the building; there are more rooms open to you down there - possibly even one that you'll find personally interesting. Go ahead and explore all you like; after all, you did well at completing your lessons this past week. APPRENTICES REMAINING: 26 APPRENTICES REMAINING: 25

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[OOC: Welcome to week three 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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[alchemicals]

[...That sure was a lot of swords earlier, yeah.

That said, he'll knock before entering, despite the fact that the door's ajar; he won't really say too much to announce his presence, just letting the kid know someone's there before he comes in, last thing he wants is to startle somebody and get something sharp to the face.]

Hey, kid.

[feistytrader]

[...Well damn. He's not sure who he expected in here, but that wasn't it.]

Hey. Sit wherever you'd like.

[Weavile waves at Kimbley and comes up to see if he can get pet. This is such a win win situation.]

[alchemicals]

[Well, he'll...claim the desk chair, then, turning it around so he can lean idly back against the desk itself; he'll give Weavile pets, though, if he wants pets. Why not.]

Trying to defuse the motive a little bit?

[feistytrader]

You got me.

[Without Weavile to hug, he puts a pillow between his arms to keep himself from fidgeting.]

I doubt that someone won't be dead by the end of the week, but either way, if I can help put anyone's mind at ease, I'd like to.

[alchemicals]

I guess it's as good an idea as any.

[He doesn't seem like he's judging too much, at least.]

Like I said, what I got in that envelope doesn't sound right to me in the first place, so it's not really worth killing over.

I can't say that everyone else will agree with that if all of them get out, though. Mine's...pretty bad.

[feistytrader]

[...You know. It's probably pretty bad, and he believes it, so Silver pulls his (crumpled) envelope out of his pocket and holds it out.]

I'm not sure how mine holds up to yours, but I'll go first, if you want.

[Kimbley doesn't seem like the kind of guy to care too much about something like this anyway.]

[alchemicals]

...Sure.

[He'll take it and open it, then; what's he looking at here, exactly.]

[feistytrader]

["Silver is the heir to Team Rocket, an organization so bent on power and world domination that it regularly endangers the world."

likes: his dad
dislikes: his dad]

[alchemicals]

[Huh.]

Not exactly what I would have expected, but it's more interesting than I would have thought.

[He'll pass it back, anyway, take it.]

[feistytrader]

[...He's not sure if he likes that it's being called interesting, but Kimbley was probably expecting along the lines, of, uh...]

...What were you expecting?

[He's going to regret asking this.]

[alchemicals]

[...]

I don't know, but I'm pretty sure no one actually expects organized crime.

[feistytrader]

[...Good point.]

If it helps any, I've been trying to stomp out my dad's organization for years. Organized crime isn't exactly my style.

[Much less ending the damn world.]

Not that I think that the big rich dude would let me get that part out.

[alchemicals]

...My secret isn't my style, either, if that means anything to you. I've done some messed up things, but none of them have ever been like anything that's in the note I got. It's nothing I'd do in the first place, much less like that, and definitely not for the reason that's in there.

[feistytrader]

...It's supposed to be bad for everyone to hear, right? I wouldn't be surprised if they were out of context or poorly phrased on purpose.

[alchemicals]

[He's just kind of quiet at that; sort of smirking, but that seems a bit more because he doesn't know what else to do with his face than through taking any sort of actual pleasure in this.

He passes the envelope over, though.]

Fair's fair, I guess.

["Zolf J Kimbley was an active participant in a conspiracy to blackmail the leader of his country, and ensured the completion of a plot to slaughter an entire city's population and sacrifice 7000 additional human lives in order to create an artifact of power."]

[feistytrader]

[Silver's eyes go pretty wide as he reads it, but it soon passes, and he folds the letter back up when he's done.

God damn, he probably should have expected something like that, but he sure as hell didn't. Of course, if that's not Kimbley's style at all...]

So you're probably more like the grunt that didn't know about their boss' master plan to wreck the world.

[Kimbley might just have the worst damn secret of all of them.]

[alchemicals]

Yeah, something like that. Or if I knew about it, I didn't know why or how it was being done.

[...I'll have you reinstated to the military, or my name isn't - ]

...I think I know who I was following at the time, assuming the secret is true at all, but I can't say for sure that that's what he was doing. I don't remember him very well, I just know he was really excited about getting me and one of my friends reinstated to the military.

[feistytrader]

...Maybe you'll have a better idea after you get some more memories back.

[But either way-]

Are you gonna be okay with a secret like that getting out? ...Don't get me wrong. I don't think you're gonna kill someone.

[He wouldn't be in here if that was the case.]

[alchemicals]

...Yeah. Yeah, I'll be all right. Someone besides you knows already, and the other two people I've got that actually matter at all won't be surprised.

[feistytrader]

...You really have this figured out, huh?

[Damn, Kimbley. He's kind of impressed.]

[alchemicals]

Don't get me wrong, I won't be surprised if someone decides I'm not worth keeping around after this. But my reputation back home can't be damaged any more than it already is, and dying here really isn't the end of the world as far as I'm concerned.

[feistytrader]

[...But it would be the end of his world, wouldn't it?]

That's right. You said you don't mind if you die, didn't you?

[alchemicals]

Yeah, I don't really mind it all that much. If it happens, it happens - I've had the constant threat of it hanging over my head for the past ten years, deal with it for that long and it sort of loses its punch.

[feistytrader]

...Don't you have anyone that would miss you if you were gone?

[Everyone does, right? Or just about everyone. ...It would be so much easier to just file away Kimbley as "he's a bad guy, who cares," but here he is, asking anyway.]

[alchemicals]

[...Oh.

That...well, he doesn't really seem troubled by it, per se, but he does pause before he replies.]

...No, I don't. I don't think anyone here cares about me that much, and back home...well, I've got my sister, but I'm pretty sure she's already moved on with her life by now. At least, I hope she has.