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

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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[oyashiromama]

["R- Rika...!"
"Hanyuu... What happened?"
"Hanyuu, did you see this time?"
"H-Hanyuu, what do we do...?!"
"Hanyuu!! Help me!!"


What's notable about today is that Hanyuu is nowhere to be found before mid-afternoon. Presumably, she's in her room. She might open up if you knock, but that's a big might. However, around three or four, she emerges, looking...haunted, is the appropriate and somewhat ironic word for this situation. She goes to the kitchen, moving on autopilot, and looks for something to eat. ...She's not in the mood to cook, and it seems she can't find anything suitable, despite the room being completely stocked with food.

After, she goes to the vending machine, where she gets a collection of items. It's...hm. The doll resembling Chiyuki that just pops out with the other items is what makes her stop, and she starts shoveling everything into the new bag she just got, though... Moving in a daze, she clicks the strange device, the voice recorder and-

Well, this plays out. She doesn't seem to be awake enough- or, alert enough to stop it. So, it finishes, and she stands there for a minute, face almost blank, and then she shoves it in the bag as well...and she'll be heading back to her room, for the rest of the day.]

room

[foundfate]

[In the afternoon, Watanuki walks by Hanyuu's door, heading towards his own room. He is actually showing Mugetsu the way to his room, so the little pipefox doesn't get lost, but he stops for a moment outside of Hanyuu's door. He hasn't seen her all day, has he?

He steps up to her door and knocks on it. He might as well see what she is up to.]

[oyashiromama]

[...Is he willing to try again? One knock won't yield anything.]

[foundfate]

[Of course he is. Knock knock~]

Hanyuu?

[oyashiromama]

[It's...a few long moments, and it's not like he can tell if there's sound of movement or not since, well, soundproof. But the door does open a crack, and Hanyuu peers out. It's hard to see much of her, but it's clear she's been crying.]

...Watanuki, a-aah... S-sorry, I didn't...hear you. [Not quite true.]

[foundfate]

[As soon as she opens the door, Watanuki is instantly worried. It's hard not to be, when she looks like that.]

Hanyuu, what's wrong?

[oyashiromama]

[The question causes her bottom lip to tremble. The door opens just a touch wider, so it's clear that she's still in her pajamas, a hand clutched to her chest.]

I- I-I- [To most, it would probably sound like she's just stammering. But Watanuki, he will be able to tell there's something strange about her pronouns today. I, she said- boku, a strict departure from her usual watashi. Her hand trembles and she corrects herself.] I- I'm- R-Rika's--

vending machine

[firstaid]

[Estelle's in the vicinity as well and she hears the voice... that's definitely...

Oh Hanyuu...]

This thing, I feel like it gives us not only terrible things sometimes, but terrible memories as well.

[oyashiromama]

[There are a lot of things weighing on Hanyuu right now, so much that she doesn't quite process that Estelle is there and talking to her. She just stares at the recorder, after it's finished, and...]

She... Again, she... [...] E-Estellise. I'm sorry how...long have you been here?

[She sounds very worse for wear. Worn down.]

[firstaid]

Just a little bit. I heard Alani's voice and then I saw you and--

[Estelle can't help it. She practically runs up to Hanyuu in an attempt to give her a hug. She just looks like she needs one right now.]

[oyashiromama]

[She's not in much of a state to dodge, even if she wanted to. The whole thing takes her by surprise and she lets go of the strap on her brand new bag, which...honestly was already half on the floor, so it just sets down lightly. For a moment, she blinks in a daze and then shuts her eyes tight, crying. That's when she's able to hug Estelle back.]

[firstaid]

[So even gods cry...

Then again, she may not have respect for a god that doesn't feel human emotion and empathize with their situation. Right now, this is Hanyuu, feeling pain for a lost friend and being given a harsh reminder of the world they're in.

Estelle rubs her back with one hand and has her other hand on the back of Hanyuu's head. Just there, consoling her. She has no words right now and instead will just hold her until she's better.]

[oyashiromama]

[That may be a little while. It's not terribly long before she's cried herself out, but that doesn't stop her from gasping and breathing heavily, like even though she's run out of tears to cry she can't stop the action itself. She just can't stop feeling sad, and mourning. She hugs tight to Estelle and...through uneven breaths, she gasps out:]

S-sorry... I'm sorry- s-sorry, I-I'm so s-sorry...!

[introspects]

[ Today is not a good day for either of them, it seems. Orihime's going about her usual routine as best as she can, when she sees Hanyuu walking into her room. She takes note of Hanyuu's gloomy expression and immediately grows concerned.

Orihime walks to her room and gets there right as the door closes. Hanyuu probably wants some alone time, but Orihime's going to at least try to talk to her. Knock knock. ]

[oyashiromama]

[After the adventure at the vending machine, all Hanyuu wants to do is block everything out. At least, it's all she feels like doing. Naturally, though, as soon as she does-]

...

[Almost, almost, she ignores it. But...she can't ignore anyone's cries. That's not what it is to be a god. That's what she decided to do, isn't it? So, bag from the vending machine still slung over her shoulder, Hanyuu opens the door back up, haggard and tear-stained.]

A-aah... Orihime, I... What is it...that you need...?

[introspects]

[ Her hunch was right. Hanyuu isn't...okay. Orihime's never seen her like this before, and despite herself, she's sure Hanyuu's dream must have been a lot worse. ]

I just wanted to see if you'd like some company.

[ She's learned that not everyone wants to talk, and maybe people just need a friend. That's what she's here for. ]

[oyashiromama]

[One hand's clenched at her chest. She squeezes it as she considers.]

I... [She hates being alone. Truly.] I-I wouldn't mind it.

[introspects]

Alright. Do you...mind if I come in?

[oyashiromama]

[She steps back, ushering Orihime in.]

Could... Close the door please?

[Her room's...not exactly a mess? But the blankets are thrown about, so very unlike the air Hanyuu gives off. She drops the bag by her bed, not bothering to unload it, and takes a seat.]

room

[uncouthhatcher]

[It's not like Gold really actively looks for people -- minus Silver, of course, but that's just natural -- but he can tell that, after a certain point of the day, Hanyuu just... isn't around, and it takes him a bit to figure out which one's hers before he knocks on the door.]

Hey, Hanyuu? You in there? [... wait are these things soundproofed-- WHATEVER, HE'S DECIDED HIS ACTION AND THERE IT IS.] I got someone I wantcha to meet.

[oyashiromama]

[She's had...a couple encounters today by this point, so she opens the door faster than she did for Watanuki, but there's still a decent delay between Gold's knock and the door opening. She still looks...well, she still looks pretty awful, but it looks like at least she's washed her face. Of note is that she's in the school uniform today, which she usually avoids. Seems the normal outfit was too much hassle.]

Gold, aah... S-sorry if I kept you waiting long, is... is there something you needed?

[uncouthhatcher]

Hanyuu, I'd wait forever and a day for you.

[... She looks so bad, but she's so cute in the uniform.]

Red and black ain't your colors, though. [just so she knows. uh. right! he's taking out a pokéball, the translucent top showing off a new Pokémon] You wanna meet the Pokémon that's been with me since I was a baby?

[He can get around to why she looks so bad later, but for now a distraction's obviously in order.]

[oyashiromama]

[...He really is such a sweet boy. There's a hesitance about her, for a moment, but...she nods. She's unable to bring herself to smile, but she looks interested at least.]

Your other...seems so nice, after all. [She'd only just met Polibo on Friday.]

[uncouthhatcher]

[He'll let out Aibo, the Ambipom immediately waving all four of his hands (two front paws, two tailhands) to greet Hanyuu.]

This is Aibo. You can see the resemblance between us, right?

[oyashiromama]

[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.