trusthell | 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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[A hand finds Orihime's.]

I truly am glad I met you.

[ SHE IS SUSPICIOUS OF THAT CONVENIENCE WORDING GURL.

... but she nods. Kageshirou, huh? ]

People named it a long time ago, he told me.

Hello, Sportacus.

[He's suiting on his bed with a paper towel wrapped his bloody right knuckle, and that obvious don't judge me look to him.]

I know it is. I just wish... I just wish I wasn't so hasty, then... then I wouldn't have killed her.

[If she only listened to Judith when she told her to 'wait'. If she only thought for a moment to think...]

[ RUDE.

That makes her choke just a little because it ended up submerging her and dat's rude. But she rights herself the balled up thing in hand and-]

Ehy!

Did you come here for a midnight swim?

[ ...should... he go back to the changing room and put something on... mistakes were made, why did he think swimming in the nude would be a good idea. ]

[Thanks, Hanyuu. She'll be able to tell he's shaking a little too.]

... I'm just asking it! It might not even answer.

[At that, she's...well, she's quiet for a long moment, considering, lips pressed together and finger lightly tapping on the table.]

Hm. Well, then, I would wish you good luck but we are talking about a hypothetical that I pray doesn't come to pass.

So maybe they need the feeling of air against their skin to cast magic?

[She has to use a magic stone to cast spells, so it's plausible?]

You got to be friends with her as well, huh?

[ . . . ]

Can you speak German?

[Even taller than the frog. Is this the tallest Pokémon she's met so far? ...It only seems right to reach out a hand to shake one of Aibo's.]

Yes, you have the same face.

[She holds his hand.]

They are both human blood.

[ She said, sipping at the one out of her glass. She winces a bit at it, but it goes down. Eeergh. That said, she sees Judy there and- ]

Neither's very good though.