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trusthell2016-04-24 09:53 am
trustharder) wrote in trusthell2016-04-24 09:53 am
Week 9.
For the first time since your stay in the Vault began, no one died this week. That doesn't mean there weren't casualties among you, however – namely, trust, interpersonal relationships, and comfort in the group dynamic as a whole. Hopefully no one else pays the price for it. Saturday is given to regrouping and sleep; there aren't any bodies to be found on Sunday morning. You're safe for now – unless your dreams have told you otherwise... |
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[OOC: Welcome to week nine of Trustfell! Save your threads for coins; don't forget to submit your memory regains! There is no activity check this week!
THIS IS THE LAST WEEK TO REDEEM COINS!
The text and calling posts are still active, for the sake of contacting the jerk who's keeping you here, to be used at your leisure!]
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He really did put us back- but I'm glad he's alive.
[He's sure she heard most of their conversation the night before- but still, it's good to restate]
In the end it's the Kingmaker's fault- he's played all of us, after all.
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[... take responsibility, in many more words.]
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[He looks over again to the piano. Now that things between him and Sigrun are, for now, handled]
...what do you think I should do?
tl;dr i'm sorry??
... When we found out about Mettaton, I reacted as badly as you had towards Black. You remember that.
[Who couldn't?]
I might've not killed him -- I couldn't even vote for him, I didn't do anything that led to his death except checking the phone he had on him -- but I know I still hurt him, and... I'm only thankful I got to spend the small time I did with him before we voted.
[It wasn't enough. It'll never be enough, but that wistfulness is simply heard and seen in her smile, not spoken.]
I didn't get the chance to give him a second chance, and... I spend every other day or so writing to him now, even though I know there's no way he'll ever see it. Just like how his cousin won't ever get to read the letters he wrote himself. That's why I'm glad you're giving Black a second chance.
I won't convince you to do this or that, Yosuke, because ultimately that is on you and how you want this to go. But it would mean the world to me and to Black if you stayed his friend, at least, if nothing else. To keep him on a straighter path and make sure he's not alone. To be by his side when no one else will be, especially now.
... It doesn't mean you have to forgive him. You're aware what he's capable of, if you didn't before, so you're more apt to see the signs again and know what's going on more than others. It just means that you're deciding to push him on it instead of waiting for him to come out about it himself, if you have your worries.
[Sigrun tilts her head towards Black, the wistfulness from before a little more solemn now.]
All I can really say is that if Mettaton were still around, then I'd be spending every day I could with him -- not just because I love him, because I like being around him, and because he's still important to me, but to keep an eye on him, too. Most of that is because out of every other person in the vault, I was the one he didn't perform in front of, that he was honest with and... trusted completely. I can't forget any of that.
But it's also because the rest of you are important to me, too, that I'd give anything to protect you all from something like this happening again.
[... She's not sure where her point was, but-- she hasn't really told anyone but Cherryblod any of this (admittedly in parts, and there's some she's more sure of now than before, so it might be new), and... she knows how Yosuke's feeling, of all people.
It really sucks that both betrayals were people who were close to her. But it sucks even more for something like love, even a small part off it like a crush, to come into play for both of them too, and to have it end in the same hurt.]
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I think you might be a stronger person then I am, Boss.
[Still, he does stand] But I'll try.
[And with that said he makes his way over to the piano, slowly. So if Black looked about to piss himself in fear he could back off and not force his presence on him if it wasn't wanted]
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It's just... he doesn't know how to act with him around, that's all. Thankfully, he's a little too into his playing to notice him immediately—he really only does when he stops to grab his almost drink and ask Sigrun if she'd come refill it. That dies in his throat at once, of course, and Black stares at Yosuke for a moment before he sets his glass down gently, returning his fingers to the piano's ivory keys.
He doesn't quite look like he's about to piss himself, but there's a nervous way about how he picks notes out on the instrument. Things... didn't go horribly in their talk, after all. They probably went about as well as they could've, given the circumstances.
So he shouldn't be as nervous as he is, but he still is. He really, honestly has no idea how to talk to anyone he's hurt this badly—but he'll try, anyway. ]
Hi.
[ ...that's simple enough. ]
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[He had intended to leave Black be today, and just talk to Sigrun. But after seeing him he can't bring himself to walk away. Maybe Saki was always right- he was desperate and clingy and awful.]
You... don't gotta stop playing.
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I might start up again in a little while. It's probably really annoying to hear the same song over and over again. [ A small smile. He's not as tired as he was, and it's a little easier to come by, but it's still... ] If you came over to check on me, I'm okay.
[ ...well. ]
Better, at least. Kind of. A bit. [ ...is anything good gonna come out of lying. ] Not really. No one's really talking to me, which I'm not surprised about. Miss Sigrun's good company though. After she's done writing her letter, we're going to go to the sewing room so I can take her measurements and start on her dress.
[ He's really not sure how he became the vault's tailor, but anyway— ]
She wants something she can fight in.
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[it really kinda is, he wishes Black every luck in these fighting dress endeavors. He shuffles from foot to foot for a moment, then sits on the edge of the bench- there's still plenty of space between them]
Give them time, I think. Yesterday was hard on everyone.
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And... he doesn't know how to reply, because saying, "Well, I don't know if I even want to talk to them because they're certainly not going to have anything nice to say to me and I'm really not gonna have anything nice to say either," considering how a couple of them spoke to Sigrun.
He settles for humming noncommittally and playing scales instead of answering that in particular. ]
Are you okay?
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...better? Not good, but better. Had a long talk with Sigrun. Talked her into canceling that leader vote.
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That's good. I thought it was kind of silly, to be honest. [ ...but he wanted to show he was still with Sigrun. It's not like she can do no wrong in his eyes, but she does what she thinks is best, and he can't fault her for it. ] I'm glad you're doing better, too. You deserve better.
[ ...that applies to a lot of things, really. ]
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[He leans his head back, closing his eyes- like he was a plant soaking up sunlight that wasn't there. In fact it what the plinking tones of the piano- his mp3 was shattered (he has scooped up the pieces this morning) but he doesn't have it in him to go to the music room and play yet]
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[ Yosuke's a dumbass teenager, but he has a good heart. ...even if he tried to disembowel him. That was kind of deserved, so.
But he won't push it more than that; he's just going to play scales and, eventually, return to the song he'd been playing earlier. Scales are boring, and this song is fun to play, especially if he speeds it up and adds a few jazzier notes to it. Something more cheerful sounding, even if things aren't particularly looking up.
Much. Maybe he should tell him about the things they've planned, but—maybe it won't go over well, either. It's still bound to be a sore spot. ]
...do you mind this song? [ Let's ask that instead, yes. ]
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[He doesn't open his eyes, and there's a small almost smile on his face]
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Black's quiet, watching him for a moment longer than he really should, before he turns back to the piano and plays a little softer, humming along with the tune. It's to help keep him from singing—he doesn't really want to right now, and the song's sort of— for them, right now, it's kinda—
yeah. ]
Good. Because aside from a few scores I found, it's really the only thing I can play still. [ ...technically, he has those. They're in his notebook with everything else, in a makeshift pocket. ] I don't think they're your type of music either.
[ granted, he's pretty sure this isn't Yosuke's type either, but... ]
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[He hums a little too for a moment]
I mean, I probably wouldn't have it on my player but- [He peeks one eye open, glancing over] -you know how... if you smell something sometimes it'll make you feel something that has nothing to do with the actual smell? It's like that. For me anyways. I dunno if that's normal, but-
[Shrug, and he closes that eye again, content]
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It's not really that impressive; even in a normal world, this sonata's horribly easy, but it sounds nice enough, and there's something about playing it that really calms him down. ]
The second movement's my favorite. [ As he starts on that part, actually. ] It's very relaxing. Well, the whole thing is—playing-wise—but... sound-wise.
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For some people music was a distraction. For him it was the only time he felt 100% like he could think clearly.
He's heard the song before- at least the beginning. He knows it's a famous piece but he doesn't know classical music enough to name it. And Black was right: it's not something he'd have on his player. But it's... nice. If just because of who's playing it]
Yeah. You're right.
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I never talked about you with the Kingmaker. [ Easy breaths. ] Well—not really. I said you were a teenage boy with needs when I was asking him if he was watching everywhere, even in our rooms and in the women's side of the sauna, but that's the only time. I never told him anything you told me.
[ He misses a few keys, grimacing, and continues on—Sigrun'd been touched when he told her this, and it's important, too. ]
I never told him anything Miss Sigrun did either, or Mr. Cherryblod. [ ... ] We did discuss Miss Sigrun a little from time to time, because she's a force of nature and because I needed to complain to someone about her and Mettaton's PDA, but otherwise... nothing.
I just wanted to let you know.
[ ...he's playing a beat too quickly for this piece, but he's nervous about opening the can of worms that is his poor life choices. ]
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...thanks. I doubt there's much you COULD have told him that would have been too important in the end though. I mean, personal but not important.
[He laughs, bitter]
I'm not the one plotting rebellion and full of secrets. Fuck, I outed Glory without even thinking about it, didn't I?
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But it's not like you're the one who went to the Kingmaker about them, then turned around and still talked to them like you hadn't done anything to put them at risk. [ ... ]
He didn't say anything about it. Maybe he's known about Glory and everyone else for longer than we've given him credit for. [ Third movement; it's a little louder than it needs to be. ] After all, Glory mentioned he started with the dead first last...
[ ...now the movement's too soft, because he's thinking about it—and when he speaks, it's quieter, too. He doesn't want Sigrun to hear. ]
They mentioned he started with the dead first last time, in reference to what the Kingmaker was planning on doing, but... they've also said that they don't know who the Kingmaker is aside from having a pretentious name that they don't like. [ There's a keen contradiction there. ] I mean, maybe they're missing memories, or maybe they heard this second-hand from another ghost—maybe Ambitious—but they've also said they've been alone for a long time, and they don't really seem to like the other one that isn't one of ours.
...I don't know. [ The piece ends, and he sets his hands in his lap instead. ] Maybe they're fucking with us, I guess, is what I'm getting at here?
[ He's not in any position to go, "Hey, this person might not be trustworthy" though. ]
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[He waves a hand, dismissive. Things change. Things changed in the last 24 hours]
I have some stuff I'm going to try tomorrow, but... I dunno how much I expect out of it. I don't have the best track record in finding stuff that actually means anything.
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Even if you don't find anything, you at least tried. It's the thought that counts. [ It's unsettling to be dismissed that easily, and he carefully takes his sheet music and straightens it up with a few taps against the piano before he slides it back into its proper place. ] Or something like that, I guess.
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Yosuke didn't like that thought. But he can't deny it. He knows better. Otherwise it'd grow into a knife in his hands again. It's not so yellow eyed anymore, but there's still a restlessness in his heart, like the air after a storm. Wind in leaves and wet ozone. The violence was past, but everything was too delicate to press just yet. Could kick up with just the slightest turn.]
I'll let you know if I find anything.
[An offering of trust, even if it was small]
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