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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[...it's the first time Guzma wakes up to a dream that actually makes zero sense to him on most levels, and so it takes him a while to process whatever the fuck just happened. Like. If he explained it to someone, they'd have no idea how weird it was, so it's just... keeping that in the back of his head.

...

Like the feeling of walking out into the hallway in front of Room 24 and actually having the realization hit you that the rooms to both your left and right are empty because their inhabitants are now dead. Yeah. That's a thing. He just... stands there for a while, not really sure what to do with himself. At least... at least no one across the hall is dead, right?

How long is that gonna last.

There's a new floor, probably, right? Yeah. Time to check that out... and what luck. Sure, he's still hurting for some good art supplies. But the second he walks in the gym, he scopes out the punching bag and has an epiphany.

So, he can be found in the gym for a not insignificant portion of the day, punching and kicking the hell out of that punching bag, which seems to have had a piece of duct tape attached to it with WORDSMITH written on it in all caps. His Masquerain is with him, and it... keeps fluttering frustratedly and ineffectually at it, eventually just slamming its face into the punching bag at some point.

...so after a few hours of that, he and Masquerain goto the pool to chill out a bit. Not swimming, not... doing anything taxing. Just chillin'.]

[The Gym is Judy's next stop for the day, and...the first thing she sees is Masquerain slamming its face wholesale into the punching bag.

Of course she parses this as an accident at first, and before she even sees Guzma wailing on a punching bag she's rushing over to his Pokemon, lifting her paws up in the air unhelpfully in Masquerain's direction.]

Oh! Oh...are you alright?

...oh, what?

[he stops punching, looks around, and... oh. yeah.

Meanwhile, the Masquerain turns and looks down at her, then looks mildly offended and does his best to look intimidating.]

Oh. Nah, he's fine. He just can't do any of the stuff he'd usually be able to do to beat on this thing, that's all.

Oh. Sorry.

[She smiles weakly at the Masquerain, rubbing her cheek with a paw.]

What, uh...can he usually do?

[Masquerain looks away in a manner that, were he an anime girl and not some kinda very large bug, would be accompanied with something like "baka."]

Well, usually he can whip up razor sharp wind gusts, breathe ice, spit water, or buzz at a frequency that makes it combat-applicable. But I guess here he's just limited to ramming his face into things.

Oh, wow.

[She means that. Wow.]

Why do you think he can't do any of that anymore? That can't just...stop, can it?

[Did he forget how?]

Well... I know people were talking about not being able to use powers they have back home, so that might be what's going on here? I don't have any special superpowers, but like... Pokemon can. I know Silver was talking about his Weavile not being able to use any moves, too.

I just hope the Wordsmith didn't do something permanent to 'em.

[He punches the punching bag again for good measure.]

That almost seems too cruel, even for him. I guess he didn't want you to have something you could use as an advantage against him if you decided you wanted to.

[Or...an advantage against killing people, as the Wordsmith would probably think.]

He's okay otherwise, I guess?

Yeah, probably. I mean, I know if they were at full strength they could probably break straight through walls, so. Probably wouldn't be too hard to get to him.

[he hasn't thought about what would happen if you had your Pokemon kill someone and he doesn't want to.]

...but yeah. I haven't noticed any problems outside of that. Still the same guy.

[Y i k e s]

I can see where that might be an issue, yeah...I'm glad you have him though, at least. How many Pokemon does that mean you're still missing?

Four, I think. I mean, unless I caught a new one and straight up don't remember it. That would not surprise me.

[Judy tilts her head a little, glancing back up at Masquerain.]

You...catch them?

Yeah. We've got these things called Pokeballs, see?

[He pulls Masquerain's Ultra Ball out of his pocket.]

When you're wandering around in tall grass or something, they'll jump out at you to fight you and your Pokemon, if you've got one. If you've got a Pokeball, you can try tossin' it at the Pokemon and see if it'll stay in. If it does, well, you've got a new Pokemon.

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[ Viktor is exploring the new floor, and after checking out the dojo his next stop is the gym. When he steps inside the gym and sees the very large bug he sort of just. Blinks and tilts his head, because what is this. ]

...Why is it so big?

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...huh?

[Guy and bug turn over, at which point Guzma puts two and two together and just sort of laughs.]

Oh. Heh, I think the question is why are your bugs so piddly.

Are all bugs that big where you're from? [ Masquerain doesn't seem to scare him at least, but he definitely thinks this is really fucking weird. ]

I mean, there are a few small ones. Cutiefly and Joltik are... about this big?

[He spreads his fingers about four inches apart.]

But those are kind of an outlier. They're usually bigger than your hand, at the very least.

That's still really big. Most bugs don't even come close to being bigger than your hand in my world. Some are so small you need a microscope to get a good look at them.

Yeah, that's what I heard and it sounds really weird to me. Like. How do they exist. What do they even eat.

Nectar, leaves, blood, other bugs... [ A shrug. ] I think I have a few photos of butterflies on my phone if you want to see what they look like?

...actually, yeah. I'm pretty curious about this now.

[ He whips out his phone and... give him a minute or two, he has so many photos on this thing. Eventually he finds what he's looking for and holds it up for Guzma to look at - it's a picture of a small yellow butterfly sitting on the back of Viktor's hand. ]

...huh.

[he leans in a little bit.]

Yeah, it's kind of like the butterflies we have back home, but a lot smaller. It kinda reminds me more of Beautifly than Butterfree, but it might just be the color.

Is Beautifly as beautiful as the name suggests?

...I mean, I guess. Dustox is a little more my aesthetic. You don't actually want to mess with a Beautifly, though, which is what I kinda like about it. They're actually a lot more aggressive than you'd think.