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!]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[She won't- or can't- respond to that, just cry, cry for a little while longer, head bowed, and- and...very careful to avoid poking Estelle with her horns.

Eventually, though, she'll say something. Eventually.]

I- thank you...Estellise.

Yes, you're welcome. I wish I could say the right thing, but know that I wish the best for you and your situation.

[She knows she could do better, but she can just be a comforting presence for now.]

[There may not even be a "right thing" to say right now. Just the faith...it's appreciated.

Gently, she disengages, almost hesitant, and wipes at her eyes.]

You've d-done...you've done enough.

[Estelle slowly lets her go, making sure she's okay.]

Is there anything else I can do for you?

[Clearly, she didn't hear that 'you've done enough' or if she did, she's interpreting it she's done with the hug and words for now.]