Trustfell 4: Trust Fall or Die Hard (
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WEEK 8.
Orihime Inoue and Mikazuki Munechika are dead thanks to the Wordsmith's motive. While only two have died this past week, it feels much emptier around here now. There's only ten of you left. There's so few of you now. 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... Unfortunately, regardless of how well you may or may not have done this week, it seems that there's nothing else for you here. No new floors have opened up below the seventh; it looks like for now, that truly is all. Perhaps it's a good sign. Perhaps it's one of the worst yet. Only time will tell. APPRENTICES REMAINING: 8 |
SUNDAY | MONDAY | TUESDAY | WEDNESDAY | THURSDAY | FRIDAY | SATURDAY
[OOC: Welcome to week eight 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!]
FRIDAY
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After that, though, it's to his room- Gold's room- and he's not really planning on coming out. He'll probably open the door, at least. ...Or maybe he'll do the thing with the paper under the door again, who knows.]
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She's seen Silver be one of the food pushy ones. But the kid isn't eating himself now...
So it's totally entirely out of respect for Silver's ethics that Elda is now reaching out, grabbing him around the chest, grabbing a handful of whatever the hell he's been working on, and trying to shove it down his throat. ]
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Not now.
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[ Her hand is knocked off quickly. But that's mostly because she now he smushed egg between her fingers ewww. ]
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[Not "never," not "not today," just "not now."]
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his room
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...Come on in.
[He'll open the door up enough for that.]
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Her first instinct is to hug him, and she won't fight that at all.]
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How are you doing?
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Are the Pokémon and Mugutsu out?]
Holding together however I can. What about you?
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1/2
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His Room
So hi Silver, have a small knock on the door.]
Silver, are you in there? It's Lusamine.
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Come on in.
[He's certainly not going to say no to her.]
Are you doing okay?
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Lusamine focuses back on Silver when he speaks up, and pauses a bit.]
Truthfully, I'm irritated with what has happened today. But...otherwise, I am fine. What of yourself?
[...oh, right--Lusamine presents Silver with a flower crown. She did promise, after all--it's got red flowers! Camellia primarily, though.]
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[Although he doesn't look terribly angry as he accepts the flower crown. He looks it over for a few seconds, then puts it on his head. It's a little awkward on top of Gold's hat, but he likes it anyway.]
This looks really nice.
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So if that was Distinguished, that means that strange shadow-cat looking guy was Bruce Wayne this entire time? The truth about him really had to have been even more strange than him just being mob, wasn't it?
Elda's in the Foyer most of the rest of the day, and not just for the sake of talking with Kageshirou. Spread out on a little table in here she's got several pieces of paper laid out with several names at the top of them: Orihime, Mikazuki, Milla, Judy, Angela, Nick, Kimihiro, and Bruce.
... She's going to finish all eight of their little eulogy stories today if it kills her? This will be what she's going to do with her day. The pen flips around in her hand and she's got strange, jagged piece of fiberglass she seems to be spinning here for some reason.
Anyone can question her on any of that or offer to help with any of them. ]
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You know... I actually feel kind of bad speaking ill of the dead this time. But. Bruce... I dunno, man.
That sex tape just gets weirder and weirder the more I think about it.
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Holy Shit.
Tears form in her eyes as she then ends up thinking about that card game ]
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Yes. This is his legacy.
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[ You know, if he was alive. ]
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...Those papers spread out, it's obvious what they're for.]
You... Do you have any ideas for them?
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Some of them, at least. I didn't know that Milla girl from Eve and I'm not sure none of us really know Wayne, so I've got no idea where to even start there. And I realized that while I'd count Kimihiro and Orihime as friends, I don't know quite enough about Orihime to piece out a good story.
[ Which is the same for a lot of them, really. ]
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But I hadn't spoken to Milla much, and...Nick, I did ever-so-often but I think the one who knew him best before was...Orihime.
[Who knew the fox?]
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Well Bruce's won't be long anyway, let's start there. What do you got?
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YOU KNOW WE SHOULD PROBABLY HAVE EULOGIES FOR EVERYONE BEFORE THE END OF THE GAME
YEAH MAYBE?
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