WEEK 4.

[trustwellness]

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

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[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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[neverheardofhim]

[Varric's eyes stopped on Winston. The rest of the group, that seemed fine. He even agreed with Mercy's conclusion that he would get along with Reinhardt -- he seemed a good man, and definitely the type that could hold his drink.]

[But Winston stood out. Stuck out, really.]

Doc, I don't know if you've noticed this, but... One of your friends is an animal.

[feistytrader]

...There are some in the changing rooms. [...Human sized ones, anyway.] If there aren't any in your size, I could try to sew something.

[foundfate]

[Yeah, that is quite the change from how she usually talks.

Watanuki reaches forward and tries to push the door open a little more. Maybe if he helps, he can actually get in there and try to calm her down.]

Shh, it's okay. It's just a dream, remember?

[neverheardofhim]

I do it for anyone that deserves it. I didn't know Christo well, only talked to him after we arrived here but... He seemed a good man.

You both deserve better than this place.

[deofoled]

Sure.

[...]

Did you want to start now?

[feistytrader]

[...Mikazuki's a little strange, but... He's pretty nice, isn't he? And he has a gentle smile.]

Yeah. There's no getting used to people dying, and I didn't wake up to the best memory, but I'm sure things will work out.

[He briefly puts a hand on the back of his head, but not for long; he wouldn't want to mess up any cooking, after all.]

There's nothing to do but keep moving forward, right?

[neverheardofhim]

Haven't you noticed? This is what I do best. [He thought about tacking on a quip, a list of all the other things he did best, but held his tongue. While his first concern had been feeding the kid, there were other aspects of his well-being that he needed to look after as well.]

Are you holding up alright? Things were... a mess last week.

[oyashiromama]

That's wrong! [Her voice catches. She doesn't have it in her to stop the door, so open it does, but that doesn't mean she won't cry out in distress.] A- th-that's a lie, it- f-for years- years--

[She can't stop fresh tears from spilling out.]

[neverheardofhim]

[You're grounded kid.]

[Anything Varric might have actually had to say died on his lips at the sight of the creature. He reached around his back instinctively, searching for Bianca, but stopping short. It didn't look to be too much of a threat, and yet...]

The hell is going on here, Goldie?

[foundfate]

[He's going to step in and hug her, then. That worked last time, so it might work again, right.]

Catch your breath first, then tell me about it, okay?

[sportadork]

[!!!] Well, if you're feeling up to it. I wouldn't want to pressure you!

[foundfate]

Well, um...

[Nothing he can say is going to make this better, is it? So he might as well go with the 'surprise him and maybe he will forget about being mad' option.

Watanuki scoots Mugetsu into one of his open palms, and then he holds him out for Varric to see.]

This is Mugetsu. He's a friend of mine.

[foundfate]

It's not- gah!

[Mugetsu disappears under Watanuki's vest entirely, finding a comfortable spot somewhere between the vest and the shirt. With the snake!hugs done, Watanuki can finally breathe and push himself to his feet.]

It wasn't bonding time, he just missed me, I guess.

[tsugomori]

Yes, I'd love to.

[ Mikazuki seems just as relaxed as ever, though. ]

Just let me know how things will go, and I will follow.

[oyashiromama]

[She quickly bows her head and stumbles into his arms. Seems she isn't protesting the hug, though one of her horns might catch his clothes. Usually she's so careful, but not so this time.

Already her face is streaked with tear stains so what's a few more? It's more intense than after Alani's execution, more intense than any show of despair she's had here.]

[neverheardofhim]

[He shrugged, doing his best to not look ruffled by the praise. It wasn't anything he hadn't heard before, certainly nothing he hadn't done before. And yet, he was touched. Maybe it was the fact that he had never employed such handiwork on a small scale, or hell, maybe Chronos was just making him soft.]

[Either way, despite his efforts, he cracked a smile.]

Don't start singing me praises yet. We don't even know how well it'll work.

[foundfate]

[Don't worry it's the school uniform, that can get holes in it and he won't mind. He will just hug her tightly until she's ready to talk.]

There is a slight lump in the front of Watanuki's shirt, though, because Mugetsu decided to go hide between his vest and shirt. Gotta stay out of sight when emotional things are happening!

[neverheardofhim]

Your friend is... [A small fennec? An apparent pain in his ass? Responsible for the 10 years just taken off of his life.]

He seems real nice, Goldie. [And now came the paternal crossing of the arms over the chest.] Want to tell me why I heard you screaming for your life?

[oyashiromama]

[Go on, Mugetsu! ...She'll be sure to apologize to you when she knows you exist and are here, but right now Hanyuu's a little out of sorts, to say the least, and unaware of moving shirt-lumps.

...But, eventually, she'll...well, her tears slow and she's some form of calm. Enough, at least, to get something out.]

I- I'm sorry- I'm sorry f-for shouting.

[feistytrader]

[There's a good sized pause as he figures out how to reply to that, but he's back to drying himself off quickly enough.]

I'm still angry, but I'll survive.

[And that's what counts.]

What about you? You got pretty heated.

[feistytrader]

Whatever you're making, we're interested.

[Weavile in particular is lighting up and dashing off to the damn kitchen.]

[plegia]

I'll say! I was beginning to wonder if I'd have to read to pass the time for the rest of our stay here!

[From the sound of it, that's the Worst.]

[plegia]

[...Hi, Estelle. He didn't see you there. It's a bit too late to hide the outfit, um.]

Well. Not really. It's suited for the desert heat, I suppose...?

[plegia]

I've spent most of my life learning to wield a sword, of course I'm good in a fight!

[But he lowers it after he's addressed Lusamine. It's not like the sword can actually cut anyone anyway.]

[neverheardofhim]

Yeah. [There wasn't much Varric could say to that. Telling him to hang onto his anger was hollow, not to mention hypocritical of him. He'd clung to his resentment of Anders for nearly a decade, and they'd been friends. He couldn't imagine what Silver must have been feeling.]

[But he also felt wrong saying that it was okay to be angry as well. That same resentment toward Anders had held him back for years as well.]

[Instead he said nothing, merely looking away as the boy finished toweling off. It wasn't as if the other conversation option was a pleasant one.]

Kimbley and I talked it out. [It hadn't resolved everything. Frustration and fear still chewed at his gut, and he was nowhere near trusting the man. He trusted Gangrel more than him.] You won't be finding either of our bodies this week. At least not because of each other.