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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[foundfate]

[Whaaat, the shadow thing hasn't ever heard of a handshake?]

Alright, I'll keep my distance. So you don't get uncomfortable.

But instead, what if we became friends?

[Diplomacy check: befriend the darkness]

[alchemicals]

...So what's yours, then?

[It's blunt, but it's impersonal - not like he's trying to be a dick to her, just wondering.]

[oyashiromama]

[Save my little girl.

Hanyuu shakes her head.]

N-no, I think...that will be all. I- I need to go rest for a little.

[trustwellness]

[NO.]

[deofoled]

[ ...he finds himself smirking a bit actually.]

Congratulations. [ Which he completely means too, it's not sarcastic one bit. He is a little jealous though.]

That must mean you're gonna remember killing her soon.

[deofoled]

Ice is better.

[ What bias, even though thunder spells don't exist in Disgaea.]

Is she that old?

[oyashiromama]

Me.

[Here we are.]

...It's not exactly the same, of course, because I can only do it with one other person, and...follow her into those worlds. ...It's a bit more permanent than I imagine yours is.

[oyashiromama]

[...Oh, that's strange.]

It sounds like you'd prefer otherwise. Do you...like these games?

[iaspis]

[Oh well, she tried! Sort of.

Time to wander off and see if anyone else managed to figure out something.]

[sportadork]

Hm... [so probably It's Complicated. oh well, he gets to eat this orange.

okay he's got five oranges pieces left. make them count.]

Do you like doing what you're doing here? [y'know. eating people.]

I CAN READ TAGS, I SWEAR TO GOD...

[firstaid]

Perhaps they would if they got a sword. Though it's not exactly like I wish to announce what weaponry I have either.

[She thinks on this and well, it's not like she's been learning herself.]

Hmm, perhaps I'll have to keep my ears open.

[oyashiromama]

[It's actually kind of...nice to be asked about it like that? Huh.]

I want to save my descendant, who keeps dying. ...It's in some ways selfless, but not entirely. If she dies for good, then I've lost the only person I've been able to talk with in a thousand years. ...Before here, at least.

[plegia]

I can't wait. I've been trying to drag her into a war for years...

[This is exactly what he wants. He's dreamed of this moment for a long time and now...

...

Now it feels strangely hollow. He's not going to let that dampen his spirits any, however, and he pushes that thought aside.]

You never know, perhaps you've already gotten your revenge as well!

[acherontiastyx]

I'm fine.

[punch, punch, punch.]

Everything's fine. I don't need any stinkin' bandages.

[firstaid]

Yes, you should. Please get rest, Hanyuu.

[A pause.]

Would you like me to see you to your room, or elsewhere?

[plegia]

Who knows? She's certainly older than she tries to appear. She's no spring chicken though, gyahaha!

[she's probably younger than he is??? who knows.]

[trustwellness]

[Yes, looks like.]

[iaspis]

There are a number of games that appear interesting. I've looked through a few of them before.

It makes me wonder what Gem life would be like, if there was more time to relax.

[matchbreaker]

The man has us feed people to his Kageshirou thing, he puts up lady's weights, and he incentivizes murder. Plus he writes letters with poor format! Who could consider him tactful.

[alchemicals]

But you're not going to try for it this week.

[feistytrader]

People that are fine don't make their knuckles bleed.

[But he heads into the room and watches him punch the punching bag from a comfortable distance.]

[sportadork]

[well you know we have tons of sociopaths here what's one fucking more right. four pieces.]

Do you always look like this? [like a gross puddle]

[trustwellness]

[No.]

[acherontiastyx]

...oh.

[... he looks over.]

Yeah. I... kind of did, huh.

[...maybe if he... hooks his fingers under...]

Well, I'm not asleep or anything.

[sportadork]

... Are you sometimes a person?

[three pieces.]