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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INCENTIVE

[wordsmithery]

[As is starting to become customary for Tuesdays, sometime slightly after noon the Wordsmith's voice can be heard over the system.]

Gather in the foyer in ten minutes.

[And it seems that this time that's back to being more or less a formality; the announcement will still be heard, wherever you happen to be at the time.]

I am sure by now all of you are aware you have lost some memories and regained others. Here is my offer to you this time: I can return you to the moment you believed immediately preceded your arrival to the university, with all your current knowledge and recollection intact.

If you recall things going unfavorably for you after that, you will be able to rewrite history and try again, all with knowledge of how your previous action influenced a possible future. Whatever mistakes or missteps you made can be overwritten, for a chance at a more positive result.

All one must do to claim this chance is to follow Rule Seven.

[And that, for the time being, is all.]

[acherontiastyx]

...

[he was going to say something abrasive about how the wordsmith is a jackoff, but uh...]

...so, wait. Do you replace the past you, or do you just... exist in the same space as them, so there's two of you at once? Or like... does running into yourself create a time paradox and erase you both from existence or some crap like that.

[He shakes his head.]

Man. Weird time Tauros crap. Not even once.

[alchemicals]

[Kimbley will listen to all that, and by the end of it he's gone very still.

"I've held up my end of the bargain. How about you?"
"You don't have to worry; I'll guarantee safety for you. See, you're under the protection of- "

Well.

He pushes away from where he's been leaning against the wall; his expression is dark, but as usual he still seems at least vaguely entertained this time around.]

Interesting offer. Rewrite history, huh...

[tsugomori]

[ Just by hearing this, he's put into a mood. Rewriting history itself--

Even if it was for a good cause. It's still no good after all, isn't it? If it was going to be offered like this ... or "at all". Still, he'll linger, hand going to play idly with a strand of hair, seeming distracted, but carefully listening to hear what the others might say. ]

[deofoled]

[ Killia doesn't normally stick around after the incentive, especially after the second week. But he notices Mikazuki's reaction (or lack thereof), and walks over by the other man to stand by him. He doesn't say anything, but offers him a hand if he wants to take it.]

[tsugomori]

[ Mikazuki will take Killia's hand and manage a smile of sorts. Even when he is like this, he supposes it can be quite easy for him to do so... or maybe it is because Killia also lent his support. ]

Thank you, Killia.

[deofoled]

[ He nods, taking a look around the room. Perhaps he should go over to other people who are having a hard time but...this wasn't an incentive he could shake off easy. He knows exactly what having regrets feel like, and he doesn't feel like he would be much use with just words.]

Someone will take the bait. [ There is an unvoiced "You know this better than me.", but he won't say it given the company they're in. Instead he just squeezes the other man's hand lightly.]

[firstaid]

[Estelle is showing up looking fab, and normally she's not terribly swayed by these motives, but today...

...she's very visibly swayed...]

You mean I could save...

[Yeah....]

[uncouthhatcher]

[oh my god she's SO ELEGANT AND BEAUTIFUL

-- THIS IS NOT THE TIME TO HIT ON ANYONE

BUT GOD IF GOLD DOESN'T WANT TO MAKE A COMMENT]

[firstaid]

[She sees you, Gold.]

I suppose I shouldn't be swayed. It's... it's not worth it, I know.

[She's apparently having a conversation with him that he never initiated.]

[uncouthhatcher]

[OH

OH WE'RE HAVING A CONVERSATION NOW]

Yeaaaah, definitely not. Things could just get worse just as easily as they can be better, you know? That whole Butterfree effect or whatever.

[oyashiromama]

[That's...

Hanyuu listens, and her eyes narrow and her lips thin and he's barely finished when she snorts, face dark. She mutters,] Mocking me now, is he?

[And louder:] He makes it sound so simple. Don't be fooled. It's never that easy.

[matchbreaker]

[ LOOKS SUSPICIOUS.

... LOOKS POUTY INSTEAD THE MOMENT HANYUU AND HER LOCK EYES ]

[feistytrader]

[Well, that certainly struck a chord with him, and he tenses up more and more the more the Wordsmith goes on.]

Who do you think you are, Celebi?

[Either way, he's giving the room a quick glance before heading out. Rewriting history...]

[uncouthhatcher]

[Rewrite history, keeping what they know now--]

Talk about a load of shit! That kinda stuff never turns out well.

[But he's not entirely unaffected either, scowling as he is, hands jammed in his pockets.

Fuck that, he's leaving. Like Hanyuu said: It's never that easy.]

[plentyfriendly]

You think I want your help doing that?

[She's scoffing so hard at this.]

No thanks. I don't need it.

[quadruples]

[ Viktor just shakes his head once the Wordsmith finishes speaking. ]

I'm going to marry the man I love. [ He runs a thumb over the ring he's wearing. ] There's nothing I want to change.

[firstaid]

That's so wonderful!

[Wow, she wishes she got memories like that.]

[matchbreaker]

[ You know some part of her can't help but think "lucky" - but though something from last week weighs on her, her memories from this and lat week have been pleasant enough that she has the wherewithal to say, despite barely knowing the guy - ]

Good for you! Glad someone's got good things going on!

[ And clap him perhaps a little harder than you'd expect on the back. Or intend to ]

[iaspis]

What a ridiculous and pointless offer.

[neverheardofhim]

[Varric was silent long after the motive was over. He wore his characteristic smile, but his hands were balled into fists at his side. If he had just a second more in the Fade, he could grab Hawke, pull her through. Maybe save the whole lot of them -- no need for any sort of sacrifice.]

[He thought about it -- considered the idea for a split second -- and then shook his head. Wordlessly, he left the room, retreating to his own dorm for the rest of the evening. He'll be noticeably absent from the meeting.]

[foundfate]

[Yeah uh.

Watanuki will absolutely go looking for Varric, after he notices that the smoldad did not go to the meeting that night. He is bringing food as a peace offering of sorts too, and he left Mugetsu behind in his room, just in case the talk turned serious.

knock knock hopefully he's in his room that night.]

[neverheardofhim]

[And so he is. Granted Varric had half of a mind to shoo whoever was at the door away but... that wasn't exactly his style. After setting down a pilfered bottle of booze, he moved over to the door and opened it.]

How can I help you, Goldie? [His voice definitely sounded worn out.]

[foundfate]

I brought you some dinner.

[He indicates to the plate in his hands. It looks much more like something Varric might be familiar with: some kind of cooked beef and some steamed vegetables.]

I didn't see you out and about tonight, so I thought you might be hungry.

[introspects]

[ ...Return to the time after Ginjo was defeated, warn the others about the impending war, talk to Uryuu and convince him to stay with them--could she really do all of that?

No, it's...the war will happen, anyway. But maybe...maybe she could warn Urahara-san and Yoruichi-san about the Soul King-- ]

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