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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[y i k e s]

Sounds like a mess. Is his ex okay?

She started dating someone else. I hope she's happy with her new boyfriend.

She's fine.

[POOR GEORGI.]

So do all skaters have a theme they go with? What's yours?

[ she's lucky she has such a good friend like gold ]

You sure you want to hear me ramble?

Come on, come on, I don't mind a bit!

[he minds So Much but he is a Good Friend and maybe

maybe she's not into her bff!!! maybe!!!]

I'd talk my pals up a lot given the chance, you know? Go right on ahead, Vanille.

Alright.

[ BOY WHERE TO START!! ]

Well... I really do love Fang! We've always protected each other... or she's always protected me, at least. As long as I can remember, we've been together. I think along the line I started falling for her...

Then I came here. And there are so many lovely people... But I didn't think I'd have feelings for anyone, you know? But... Well, we didn't get to know each other as much as I'd have liked, but... The more I think about it, the more I think I started liking Alani as a lot more than just a friend.

I don't have one right now because I took the season off to coach Yuuri, but last year it was love - or rather, what love does to a person. It can be bitter and painful, or it can give you strength.

[> Falling for her.

> Started liking Alani as a lot more than just a friend.

> Vanille is Gay As Hell.

Gold doesn't speak at first, resting on the pool table and just... taking it in. His chest hurts something fierce, like nothing he's ever felt before, but he can keep it down. He can take it. His voice's is a little strained, but he's smiling, it's fine.]

.. Sorry. [about the. everything that alani was.] Must've been real hard on you at the trial then, huh. Especially with me snappin' at her like that.

[Thankfully, Wednesday will dawn reasonably uneventfully; none of the rooms smell heavily of blood, and your executioner "friend" is nowhere to be found in the rooms or corridors, either. Outside of a bit of a personal project that seems to be happening in the foyer – it looks like someone's been stacking chairs in here, all the better to get at the vents on what's presumably the outer wall of the room, but after the Tuesday meeting that's probably not much of a surprise – the University is largely just business as usual as people go about their day.

Sometime mid-morning, however, Judy and Nick can be found huddled with a few items near their makeshift pathway toward the vent – screwdrivers and other small tools from the workshop, along with a bizarrely-designed thing about the size of a softball. Nick goes up first, unscrewing the cover on the vent quickly and easily, his hands deft and dexterous against the small tools used to do so; Judy remains crouched down with the little tank, keeping an eye on it almost warily until Nick's back down on the floor, passing her and moving back a good distance away into the room.

And then she pulls the pin, makes her way up to the vent in a series of quick jumps and bounds, shoves the device inside and slams the button down before leaping down off the chairs and using her momentum to land further back in the room.

At first, there's nothing from the vent; after a brief moment, however, a shout of "Look over here!" can be heard both in the foyer and a few of the adjacent rooms, carrying through the vent in a manner that's surprisingly loud before Sheer Heart Attack does its job.

Namely, it explodes.

That sound is also loud, more than enough to warrant Judy and Nick covering their ears, their eyes closing on reflex until the sound is gone; while the wall of the foyer hasn't come down, it has cracked, a large, jagged break forming down the wall from the vent, stopping almost at ground-level; it's not quite what they had hoped for, but it's enough to provide some hope at all, and after a brief moment and a glance between them that seems almost relieved, they approach the wall to examine the damage.

As it turns out, this is a mistake.

As they move toward it, the damage seems to change all on its own, a burgeoning darkness making itself known behind the split; a large amount of that black, inky silt usually reserved for the pit or those who break rules makes itself known all at once, pouring down the walls and quickly wrapping itself around the legs of both animals, enveloping their paws and swiftly and immediately coursing up the rest of their bodies, the movement far less deliberate and far more agitated than it usually is – there's no attempt at garnering witnesses, there's no slow toying-with of the victims, just swift and angry retribution.

They're small, compared to the rest of the bodies it's consumed; it doesn't take long for it to be over, and perhaps there's some small mercy in the fact that it's so fast – they don't have time to suffer, or even fight all that much, it's done so quickly. They're simply there, and then they're consumed, and then they aren't, though the entity does see fit to leave one reminder of what happened here for those who aren't drawn in right away by the shout and the explosion – after the silt withdraws, the friendship bracelets that Orihime made for them can be found lying on the floor near the spot where they were standing.

Judy Hopps and Nick Wilde are dead.

The Wordsmith's voice can be heard over the system before long.]

You really should have left well enough alone; perhaps now you'll learn.

[And just to make a point, at some point later today there will be a new rule added to the list on the wall; there's no fanfare announcing it, it's just...there.

However, the crack in the wall won't repair itself today, and it seems that it won't repair itself tomorrow, either; maybe it's going to be there for the duration, it's difficult to say. Just the same, approaching it probably won't be something that most people will do in a hurry; the dark entity is still there as well, flowing down in a constant stream from the broken wall onto the floor, where it seems to dissipate and start the whole process again.

It won't attack you if you don't attack it. It's entirely safe to be in that room and be around it, if a bit unnerving. (Perhaps quite unnerving.) But it probably isn't a good idea to upset it, let's put it that way.]

Yes, in big letters! It's really hard to miss~

[ He's trying to hold in laughter....he's not being serious, clearly. ]

Yes.

[ He picks out the book absentmindedly; it's probably about something complex either way he's not entirely paying attention to that as he's trying to look like he is. ]

I'm not sure if I found it just yet. I'd ask for help, but you seem to be busy doing something... ah and speaking of which, I didn't know you were good at making arts and crafts.

Edited 2017-02-15 17:42 (UTC)

Yes. Hopefully there is not some unorthodox usage of a time loop going on here. It would be very difficult to make sense of... probably.

[Estelle decides the pool is a good place to just... relax and maybe get away in a place other than the library or her room. Dressed in a simple light blue one piece, she jumps in and mainly just... floats there. It seems she's definitely not the only one with that idea.]

It feels really nice in here, doesn't it, Vanille?

Not without help, no.

[ He'll smile a little helplessly. ]

I suppose everyone has things they are good and bad at, but I hope Killia's lessons will change that somewhat.

[The commotion drags Bruce out of the gym for quite a long time, but once it's over, he brings himself right back in there. Bruce seems to have confined himself into the gym, lately. With every death, he's been disappearing more and more, going into his own room for hours on end if only to maintain his physical prowess. But the gym seems to have provided him an excuse to get out, if only for the promise of actual equipment. So those who visit will likely see a shirtless Bruce hard at work on extremely rigorous exercise, perhaps a bit more than what could be expected from him. He kicks, punches, and maintains himself with the strength and energy of a younger man. He's extremely focused on this, and will only stop if he's actively approached or interrupted.

Eventually, he puts his suit back on and heads down to the machine, bringing his accumulated coins with him. He begins to insert them one-by-one, mostly out of idle curiosity, and watches little trinkets roll out. A cup of noodles. A feather pen. A handheld gaming system.

A golden belt, christened with a bat silhouette.

Bruce holds the belt in his hands, wide-eyed. It's empty, of course it is. But it only serves as a reminder. It's a reminder that he's allowed so many people to die, that he has blood on his hands, that he's made himself useless for even allowing this to go on as long as it has. It clouds his mind, fills him with anger, and his eyes narrow.

It moves him to the restrooms, in a trance-like state. He washes his hands, and looks at himself in the mirror.

He hardly realizes it when he punches it, cracking the glass. He breathes heavily, and doesn't even seem to notice his bloody knuckle.

Bruce can be found in his room later on, with the door stuck open. He's cleaning off his right hand, which seems to have a very...obvious amount of swelling and redness. The belt has been hidden away, but he welcomes any visitors.]

[There's something sitting in the mail room today, for anyone who comes in here; it looks like a folded-up letter.

It isn't addressed to anyone.]

I know.

[But he's comfy, and Weavile thinks he makes a great chair, so it's fine.]

[He's got some Rude Words to leave the Wordsmith, and maybe a few questions about what the fuck is in the walls, dude, but

that is a letter on the table and Gold's nosy as can be; it's not like it's addressed to anyone either, so he'll open it with a moment's wariness.]

[The note is short and sweet and to-the-point, though what point is a little debatable.]

Hello. I don't think this is going to go anywhere, but I thought I'd try anyway.

--Chiyuki

[ It all happened so fast.

The yell, and then the explosion; for a split second, Orihime genuinely believes that her two animal friends have made a miracle happen. Somehow, they'd found a way out and freed everyone. Somehow, they were the two who managed to save them all.

That's not the case at all.

The shadow lurches out and consumes them whole, and it's only there for a split second before suddenly, Judy and Nick, her two most precious animal friends, are gone, and the only thing the shadow had left behind in their memory are their bracelets.

Orihime clutches her wrist, covered in the various ones she's made for the people here, Judy and Nick's among them. Blue, navy blue, pink; orange, red, and green. First Mercy, and now--

her stomach drops, her chest pounds with sorrow and anger and a rage she'd never felt before, eyes wide in shock and horror, and the only thing she can do is yell at the dark entity lurking around. ]

Where are they?! Give them back!!!

Edited 2017-02-15 18:02 (UTC)

[That's

holy shit he feels like he's gonna cry, for a second, but he's taking it and-- and he's folding it up carefully, he's putting it in his pocket, he's gonna write something back and he has no idea if it's going to go through but he's going to write something quick and shove it into the box, fuck the questions he's going to be asking Smitty he has to go.]

...I'll do my best to stay up.

[Not because he doesn't care, but simply because he's kind of tired and wouldn't be surprised if he ended up dozing off mid... discography, uh, whatever that means.]

[... haha we're. all going to die. all of us. every single one of us. we're all going to die.

so, like. good to know.

he's not exactly sure why he decides sitting in front of the crack in the wall is a good way to spend part of the day. stop people from trying to attack it, or the darkness, and thus getting themselves killed? or maybe it's just kinda interesting to watch it. it's like a lava lamp except it's eaten people you love. so that's good for at least a few hours. he's brought some lunch anyways.

it's when he's peeling an orange that he gets the idea. he frowns, takes the segment of the orange he'd been planning to eat, and... holds it out to the darkness.]

Want some? [maybe it's just hangry.]

[There's quick pieces of papers slammed everywhere, under doors and handed off by Gold, Polibo, and Aibo, and they all say the same thing in a hasty scrawl:

MEETING. NOW. LIBRARY.

There's no food, no drinks, but it's here that Gold's sitting on one of the tables holding a folded piece of paper that, once there's enough people -- maybe even everyone -- that he's going to open and show it.]

Hell of a prank if it is, but we got a letter from Chi. [probably.] Between this and that thing in the walls, what the hell are we gonna do?

Sportacus.

[Stern Batdad voice coming from the other corner of the room. He's definitely judging you from over here.]

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Retaliation.

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