trusthell | WEEK 4.

WEEK 4.

WEEK 4
Three more have died this past week. Milla Maxwell was killed for breaking a rule, Chiyuki was murdered, and you all had a hand in executing Yoshikage Kira.

It seems like this isn't going to stop any time soon. How many more will join them this week?

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...

Despite the Wordsmith's reaction to the last trial, it seems as though you've been rewarded once again for a job that was...well, it was done, even if he didn't explicitly say it was well-done. Another door has opened in that stairway, it seems, leading you further down into the building; once again, there are more rooms down there, more things to occupy yourselves with.

Or perhaps just more means to get creative with regards to how you take initiative with your fellow Apprentices.

~~APPRENTICES REMAINING: 23~~

~~APPRENTICES REMAINING: 22~~

APPRENTICES REMAINING: 20

SUNDAY | MONDAY | TUESDAY | WEDNESDAY | THURSDAY

[OOC: Welcome to week four 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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[As is starting to become customary for Tuesdays, sometime slightly after noon the Wordsmith's voice can be heard over the system.]

Gather in the foyer in ten minutes.

[And it seems that this time that's back to being more or less a formality; the announcement will still be heard, wherever you happen to be at the time.]

I am sure by now all of you are aware you have lost some memories and regained others. Here is my offer to you this time: I can return you to the moment you believed immediately preceded your arrival to the university, with all your current knowledge and recollection intact.

If you recall things going unfavorably for you after that, you will be able to rewrite history and try again, all with knowledge of how your previous action influenced a possible future. Whatever mistakes or missteps you made can be overwritten, for a chance at a more positive result.

All one must do to claim this chance is to follow Rule Seven.

[And that, for the time being, is all.]

Edited 2017-02-14 17:00 (UTC)

[’ What is my power? The poison that Phaeroh talked about?’
Belius asks to be killed after Estelle tried to heal her, yet her power only hurt her. This power, this poison that she is.

Belius gave every chance so they could kill her without corrupting her, yet if Estelle hadn’t… if she hadn’t tried to heal her this wouldn’t have happened. It was all in the best intentions, yet…!

’I’m sorry… I… I…’
‘Worry… not… You were only thinking of saving me’
‘…Oh, I’m so sorry. I just…’
‘Power corrupts... But you, you are different. Never lose that kindness...the compassion you so readily show to others... Now, go to Phaeroh... If you would learn of your destiny...’
‘To Phaeroh?’
……
She wants to stay there, she can’t go on. To know she is… like this… it hurts to much!
‘No… I… I don’t want to go anywhere… My power... It really is a poison... I thought I could help her, but I only brought about her death. I couldn't save her...!’
It’s then that Yuri cuts himself and immediately Estelle goes to heal him. It’s automatic to her.
‘There, you saved me, didn’t you?’ He says it so calmly. Like it’s just a fact. But it’s enough for her to move on and try to find her destiny instead of giving up.]

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[That dream… So that was her secret. Yeah, she’s not sure if she could tell people, but in reality it’s not as bad as she made it. Still, she killed someone. Yet those words ‘Power corrupts, but you are different’. And the kindness she readily shows others. The memory she had the week prior still eats at her. How did she end up in a situation where she asked to be killed? What did she do? But she gets up anyway and starts her day.

The library is her first stop. She needs to not think so much and just wants to clear her head. Books allow her to do that. Though because she’s done that, she’s forgotten to eat breakfast. She doesn’t even realize this as she continues to read her book until later on in the day she decides she wants to move around a bit.

Whether someone brought her food or not, she’ll find herself in the kitchen making herself a simple sandwich. Just something so she can claim she’s made food for herself and eaten.

After eating, she goes back to room 29 with the book she was reading before. Her door is slightly ajar so people are free to enter. She’s just sitting on her bed reading and looks like she’s definitely in the second half of her book compared to the first half.

After the 10 pm chime rings, she can be found in the shooting range practicing the gun she has. Recoil isn’t getting to her as bad at this point and her shots are getting more precise. Maybe not quite accurate yet, but she’s also not all over the place like she was before. She’ll probably never be a pro, but she wants to be halfway proficient with the weapon.]

Edited 2017-02-12 17:26 (UTC)

[On Tuesday morning you'll find one item in the mail room - labeled for the appropriate person.

Elda - Sunglasses.]

[ "Who the hell are you? What did you do just now?"
"............."
"...There is something interesting about you. That move...Show it to me one more time.
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[ He had made a choice then, hadn't he. There was no other option with the raw power Bloodis had thrown at them, and Seraphina had jumped in front of him to try to shield him. What could he have done, other than that. But in doing so he had-- maybe that explained some things.

As soon as he's awake Killia leaves his room to move about and explore, hoping that there's something to distract him. Then he finds the dojo and it's just what he needed after that dream. He'll be spending the majority of the day here, practicing various combat techniques which are various punches and diving glides (using his wings even).

Eventually he realizes he should probably eat, but he's not in the kitchen for long as he's just making creampuffs like Gangrel said could be done. He's too high-strung for a proper meal today, and he pretty much eats and ditches as fast as he can.

Finally he'll spend the evening in the gym punching the hell out of the punching bag and not much else, as the weights don't interest him. When he tires of that he spends some time investigating the gym a bit, not really sure what he's looking for, but he told someone he would make an attempt at searching. He's mostly just poking around the machines, maybe someone left something of interest here (does the Wordsmith lift?)]

Edited (html plz) 2017-02-12 18:00 (UTC)

[...He has just woken up, and today has already become something of a production. He (and Gold) don't exit their room until around noon. He makes his way to the kitchen to make an acceptably large egg filled breakfast; he's more than willing to make breakfast for anyone, although his cooking options are a little limited. Once he's done, however, it's off to the new floor!

...

And, well, that's where they're gonna be for the entire damn day, because holy shit, that's a fucking pool, there's water in here. He'll be swimming like a fish for more or less the entire day, taking short breaks whenever he needs to, and this will make a few things very plainly clear. Silver's a damn twig under his clothes, for starters. For another thing, he swims like a damn fish. And finally, Weavile is absolutely adorable in the water; he stays in the shallow end holding onto the walls for a while, but occasionally he'll join in on the swimming. It's definitely not his forte, but he's an acceptable swimmer.

Someone might want to remind him about dinner at some point or another.]

[...it's the first time Guzma wakes up to a dream that actually makes zero sense to him on most levels, and so it takes him a while to process whatever the fuck just happened. Like. If he explained it to someone, they'd have no idea how weird it was, so it's just... keeping that in the back of his head.

...

Like the feeling of walking out into the hallway in front of Room 24 and actually having the realization hit you that the rooms to both your left and right are empty because their inhabitants are now dead. Yeah. That's a thing. He just... stands there for a while, not really sure what to do with himself. At least... at least no one across the hall is dead, right?

How long is that gonna last.

There's a new floor, probably, right? Yeah. Time to check that out... and what luck. Sure, he's still hurting for some good art supplies. But the second he walks in the gym, he scopes out the punching bag and has an epiphany.

So, he can be found in the gym for a not insignificant portion of the day, punching and kicking the hell out of that punching bag, which seems to have had a piece of duct tape attached to it with WORDSMITH written on it in all caps. His Masquerain is with him, and it... keeps fluttering frustratedly and ineffectually at it, eventually just slamming its face into the punching bag at some point.

...so after a few hours of that, he and Masquerain goto the pool to chill out a bit. Not swimming, not... doing anything taxing. Just chillin'.]

[ Well, Mikazuki had told Chiyuki that he would be looking through things, so he hauled his ass early up in the morning to do just that. Of course, doing such a thing was never really all that easy even if he's sort of become accustomed to the clock going off early in the morning.

After that dream and getting ready, he'll be dragging his feet first but briefly towards the library to investigate. He'll start off by seeing if there was anything within those books that stood out.

Following that, he'll be making his way towards the dojo eventually. He really needs to get into shape, so he'll do some jogging in here, even if he's still waking up. He'll probably also be thinking of hitting at things at one point, but he'll likely be starring at the pads instead of hitting at it... ]

Edited 2017-02-12 18:16 (UTC)

[Today is not looking like a good day.

He's coming down off a rough weekend, and his dreams last night decidedly didn't help; the first place he goes after leaving his room sometime around noon is first aid, actually, for the sake of getting an absolute fucklot of bandages and proceeding to wrap his right hand with them. He's bleeding fairly openly, the skin over his knuckles having split quite a bit, and he's doing an absolute shit job of tending to this with his non-dominant hand but eventually he'll call it good enough for government work and just...try to move on with his day.

Not that the rest of his day is looking much better; the chemistry lab is generally always a safe bet when it comes to places to find him, but he's not even pretending to do anything productive in here right now – he's just got his elbows propped on the table and his head buried in his hands, his fingers tugging lightly on those shorter locks of hair at the top while he tries not to aggravate the injury he's already got.

Later in the evening he can be found in the bar, though he seems just as aimless there, really; he isn't drinking, he's just pacing the length of the bar itself, one hand trailing lightly along the edge of it before he reaches the end and just...turns around and goes back to the start, over and over and over and over.

...Maybe he'll be better off tomorrow. Either way, something's not going well in his head.]

[ Mikazuki manages to come right into this room on his walk throughout the halls (listen he just got up and probably at some point meanders into the wrong rooms on occasion even if its a room of a friend). He realizes that he should probably make his presence known because he forgot to knock. ]

Ah, I'm sorry, it seems I just strolled right in. But, the door was open?

[There is a doctor here, no excuses for sloppy bandaging jobs. She'll just tap him on the shoulder.]

Let me take care of that. It's not going to heal well if you don't tend to it correctly.

[He's kind of hesitant when it comes to stopping what he's doing; it's in an odd, wary sort of way, though, the sort of look an animal gives you when it's trying to figure out if you're going to actually help it or not.

But he'll pause eventually. Look at her.]

...Yeah. Yeah, if you want to, I guess.

[ Well, at some point he does bring himself well into the dojo, so it's no surprise that he manages to catch the other man doing his best to keep his moves up to snuff. Although, Mikazuki is quiet so he can observe him for a little while. It's admirable, to be able to move like that, he thinks. ]

You seem rather energetic today. Is it because you have a place to practice your moves?

[Why worry about dinner when you're actually enjoying yourself for once in...well, weeks?

Judy can tell that Silver is the happiest he's been in a while with the pool when she comes walking in with her notebook as usual to take stock of the new areas that have opened up. She's careful as she walks, not wanting a repeat of the week before when she fell in the water basin...she wonders if that might have had a hand in making her so sick. Either way, she puts away her notebook when she nears the water's edge, smiling down at Silver and Weavile as they swim around like guppies.]

Looks like somebody wasted no time setting up camp here.

I do. I won't ask what happened, but I'll be glad to treat it properly.

[She'll undo the rough-looking bandages and start to assess the injuries.]

I don't think anything needs to be stitched and I don't think anything's broken. That's good.

[ Ah yes, the kitchen. At some point forgot to slip on by in the morning, but as he's making his way to the dojo around this time, he decides to make a quick stop in himself. He realizes he forgot to ask Killia to make him something... ]

...Ah good morning, Silver. Enjoying your meal?

Yeah. Yeah, it is.

[...]

...I didn't have a go at a person, if that's what you're thinking. It was definitely something that won't die if I hit it.

[She said she wouldn't ask; he feels the need to verify anyway.]

[The Gym is Judy's next stop for the day, and...the first thing she sees is Masquerain slamming its face wholesale into the punching bag.

Of course she parses this as an accident at first, and before she even sees Guzma wailing on a punching bag she's rushing over to his Pokemon, lifting her paws up in the air unhelpfully in Masquerain's direction.]

Oh! Oh...are you alright?

["R- Rika...!"
"Hanyuu... What happened?"
"Hanyuu, did you see this time?"
"H-Hanyuu, what do we do...?!"
"Hanyuu!! Help me!!"

What's notable about today is that Hanyuu is nowhere to be found before mid-afternoon. Presumably, she's in her room. She might open up if you knock, but that's a big might. However, around three or four, she emerges, looking...haunted, is the appropriate and somewhat ironic word for this situation. She goes to the kitchen, moving on autopilot, and looks for something to eat. ...She's not in the mood to cook, and it seems she can't find anything suitable, despite the room being completely stocked with food.

After, she goes to the vending machine, where she gets a collection of items. It's...hm. The doll resembling Chiyuki that just pops out with the other items is what makes her stop, and she starts shoveling everything into the new bag she just got, though... Moving in a daze, she clicks the strange device, the voice recorder and-

Well, this plays out. She doesn't seem to be awake enough- or, alert enough to stop it. So, it finishes, and she stands there for a minute, face almost blank, and then she shoves it in the bag as well...and she'll be heading back to her room, for the rest of the day.]

Edited (PUT IT IN BRACKETS YA DUMMY) 2017-02-12 18:41 (UTC)

You bet. The water's great.

[Although he should probably swim over to the edge of the water instead of yelling across the pool room. Weavile's totally content to keep swimming around, however.]

Can you swim, Judy?

Yeah.

[...There isn't much emotion to the statement, and he looks a little uncertain if anything, but he quickly moves on before anyone can dwell on that for too long.]

You want anything?

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WEEK 4.

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room 29

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dojo;

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kitchen;

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