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!]

Comments

[deofoled]

[ Very bluntly:]

No. [ For others he might just leave it there, but he needs to catch his breath and he doesn't mind talking to the sword spirit.]

Void and Majorita aren't the only ones I need to worry about. He has another general who's almost as strong as him, Bloodis.

[alchemicals]

[And that'll actually get him to look, the clink of glass as Gangrel picks something, and while he's still sort of out of it and not exactly answering the question, he'll at least say something.]

...Do you want me to make you something? I did a stint as a bartender for a while.

[neverheardofhim]

Me? [They'd chatted a few times, and Varric had been there in the midst of all of the shit the previous week but... He doubted that cast him in a decent sort of light.]

What'd I do this time?

[deofoled]

Hey. [ He stops when he sees her, a bit surprised.]

I didn't expect to see you here. [ Not answering the question for reasons.]

[plegia]

[He tips his head a bit at that before shrugging and moving so Kimbley's got room to work.]

Go ahead. We don't have anything quite like... all of this [handwave to indicate all the alcohol and the bar in general] back home.

[It's a bit Much.]

dojo;

[tsugomori]

[ Well, Mikazuki seems to be winding up walking on people in the dojo area, and he's watching the other man swing his blade. It's been so long since he's seen a sword in action that he's captivated and sort of forgets to say anything, even if the swings aren't necessarily graceful or anything. Maybe it's the amount of power in each swing.

Or maybe he just misses wielding a sword. ]

Are you having fun swinging that sword around, Gangrel? It looks to be quite fun.

[plegia]

[He doesn't notice Mikazuki there until the other man speaks up, and when he does Gangrel jumps a bit.]

Oh, it's just you. I was enjoying myself, yes. It's not nearly as nice as it would be if it was my sword, though.

[tsugomori]

Ah, that's unfortunate.

[ He begins to start stretching because then, he realizes, he may wind up becoming as useless as a real human old man and that would suck. ]

... Almost as unfortunate as the name he has. [ That was probably rude but who cares. ] Well, my dream wasn't all that bad, but it was quite relatively a simple one of a meeting.

[alchemicals]

[He'll make his way over, taking one of the smaller sleeves of matches from the storage room out of his pocket before he does so, setting it on the countertop before pulling down a few things - blue curacao, white sambuca, green chartreuse - and locating a pair of glasses, one of them a standard rocks glass, the other a large brandy snifter. He begins pouring the alcohol into that last one as he talks.

Trust him, he's going somewhere with this; either way, mixing the drink seems to be settling him a little.]

So what do you guys have? Just standard booze, none of the fancy stuff?

[tsugomori]

I'm happy to see you too.

[ ... And he's happy to see she's in brighter spirits. Especially after that week (which should be called Hell Week tbh). ]

You appear to be quite chipper today. Is it the book?

[plegia]

[He'll move to sit on one of the stools at the bar, watching as Kimbley works.]

Yes, exactly. Even that we have problems getting sometimes, since we usually import it. Plegia is almost entirely desert; we make a living on trade.

[tsugomori]

[ ...Whoops. This is the third time he's surprised someone, he thinks. ]

Ah, did I scare you? If I did, I'm sorry about that.

[ ... ]

Well, I think I'd feel the same way if I had that sword. Nothing can quite compare to your own, original blade.

[deofoled]

Neither is Void's. [ He is not usually here for snarking but...Void's kind of an exception.]

That's good, then. So everything is fine, as far as you remember?

[ Well he might as well stretch too, though Killia's involve more use of wings.]

[modernmedicine]

I know that feeling. Nightmares can be absolutely awful.

[She's seen some shit out on the battlefield. You don't come out without a few nightmares now and then.]

[firstaid]

I thought I would just look around a bit to see what's new.

[And she notices he avoids the question, so once more:]

How are you feeling?

[modernmedicine]

[This week's memory isn't nearly as bad as last week's. On the one hand, she hates to think that Talon has even one more agent on their side, but on the other? At least it's not someone coming back from the dead.

Mercy is in an even better mood once she stops by the vending machine. She has a photograph, and she can't help smiling.

Later, she can be found looking over the infirmary - they've needed something like this. This is the kind of medical station she's more used to.]

[alchemicals]

That's how Xerxes used to be, I think, before it disappeared - it was on a trade route between Xing and...god, it must have been Aerugo back then? Aerugo and Ishval, somewhere in there.

Granted, Ishval isn't much of a country anymore.

[He tips the brandy glass over onto its side, holding onto it and balancing it lightly on the rim of the rocks glass such that none of the alcohol falls out; he takes the matches and proceeds to ignite the alcohol before picking up the brandy glass by its stem and swirling it around a bit, then pouring it into the rocks glass, creating a veritable small waterfall of blue fire cascading down as it goes.

Once it's poured out he covers the rocks glass with the brandy snifter, letting the flames burn for a while, eating at the alcohol still lightly coating the snifter before it starts to die out a bit from the lack of oxygen.]

Let it burn out, and then take the top glass off and breathe the fumes in before you drink it. It's worth the wait.

[firstaid]

Yes, the book, and well--

[She looks at the door that's still ajar.]

--I learned some information that's in relation to my secret last week.

[Yeah, she doesn't want the world to know and she's not going to announce it to the world, either.]

[plegia]

[shush!!]

Precisely! The blade I fight with is different too - I can attack from afar by calling lightning down from the sky! It's definitely not the same as using a blade like this.

[He does practice with regular blades, but why bother when he can use the coolest sword??]

[alchemicals]

A bit worse when they're those things everyone's assuming are memories, you know?

[feistytrader]

Then come join us.

[This pool is huge man, it can probably fit Judy and all her siblings.]

Vending Machine

[neverheardofhim]

[Seeing the woman smiling gets Varric smiling. It's been a shit almost-month, so the fact that somehow, people were still finding ways to be in good spirits was uplifting for the dwarf. Not to mention a point of curiosity.]

Whatcha got there, Doc?

[plegia]

[This is absolutely fascinating to watch, but he's actually managing to refrain from breaking into mad laughter again. That's kind of his default when things get set on fire, but.]

That's incredible! Are these the sort of drinks you made for people? How wonderful!

[He'll follow Kimbley's instructions though, since this is clearly some kind of Experience.]

[alchemicals]

[Gangel's a good-sized guy, he's pretty sure he'll be able to handle it. But the result is the kind of fumes-and-booze experience that puts lesser people on the floor, let's put it that way.]

Sometimes. I could do stuff with my alchemy that would make it burst on its own, too, that tended to be fun.

Vending Machine

[neverheardofhim]

[The scream, familiar to Varric only because it was the first blighted thing he heard in this place, has Varric running. He cursed himself for not getting in the habit of carrying around one of the crossbows, and quickly took off after the sound.]

[When he gets to the room, however, he catches the laughter and stops in his tracks. Should Watanuki look up, he'll find himself faced with a furious sort of glare. Someone's a bit mad for being made to worry.]