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!]

Comments

[acherontiastyx]

[...yeah. Guzma saw all that shit earlier, and he felt his chest tense up and his stomach bottom out and the need to just run away from this all, so...

It's really just time to channel all of this into anger, right? So he skips out on the emergency meeting and just goes down to the gym, where he just... punches the punching bag. He punches it a lot, trying to just... clear his mind. It's not working, though. He keeps thinking about the shadow, the fact that it's definitely in the walls, the fact that three people have died so far this week and there will probably be more come Friday, if the pattern holds, the fact that he's terrified but he doesn't want to admit it, he's not supposed to be afraid of anything, he's not afraid, he's not afraid, they're all going to die, he's not afraid, he's not afraid...

It's a long time before he registers how much his knuckles are stinging and the fact that he's left a bunch of bloody spots on the punching bag, and he hasn't quite gotten to the point where his brain is acknowledging that this is a problem. Oh. His knuckles... um. How long has he even been at this?

Tapu Koko. Man. Okay. So uh. Maybe sometime after dinner the door of Room 24 is kind of absentmindedly open, where he can be seen trying to move his bed into the middle of the room instead of against the wall, but his hands aren't... cooperating. For obvious reasons.]

gym

[feistytrader]

[...You know, Silver sort of had the same idea of punching his frustrations and fear out, but seeing Guzma's blood on the punching bag stops him in his tracks.]

...I can bandage that up for you. Come on.

[He knows how to do that much, at least, since they don't have Mercy around. He's not sure if he should ask what's up; it feels too obvious at this point.]

[acherontiastyx]

I'm fine.

[punch, punch, punch.]

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

[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.]

[acherontiastyx]

...

[...oh. yeah. he's... registering that now.]

...

Uh, shit.

[feistytrader]

Offer's still open. You can punch more later.

[acherontiastyx]

...yeah.

[...he just keeps staring a while.]

I think I'm... gonna take you up on that.

[feistytrader]

[...Well, in that case, Silver's gonna take him by the... Uh, arm, because pulling him by the hand seems like a bad idea, and starts heading towards the infirmary.]

Better to take it out on a punching bag than someone else.

[That might not be reassuring, but he's trying his best.]

[acherontiastyx]

[His reaction to that is a little delayed.]

...

Yeah, right. Or... the furniture, I guess.

Room 24

[elepe]

[...you know, after today, this...is just kind of getting weirder and weirder and not in a good way. Lusamine was just kind of wandering around in a bit of a daze until she comes across Guzma's door being opened.

...The idiot. Doesn't he know that's just gonna leave him wide open?

...And like a parent, Lusamine just opens the door further and looks inside at Guzma and...the redecorating.]

You left your door open, you know.

[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.

[elepe]

[...really.]

As long as no one asks you for help while covered in tomatoes, I suppose.

[She's just...kind of taking a look around now, seeming to inspect the room before settling back on Guzma.]

Is there a particular reason you're moving your bed?

[acherontiastyx]

Look, I can smell that stuff. I'm gonna know it's ketchup and not blood. It'll be cool.

[...if only he had, like, his good buddy Golisopod...]

And I felt like it was time for a change. Centralization is in. Maybe make it a little off kilter just for the atmosphere.

[elepe]

[...]

You're going to wind up falling on the floor if you do that.

[She's laughing a bit? She's definitely laughing a bit.]

I don't suppose you need assistance in getting everything in order...?

[acherontiastyx]

Look, I'll be fine. My bed at home's bigger, but I end up pushed to one side or another by my Pokemon anyway.

[...gnnnngh. maybe if he ignores the stinging...]

Uh. Maybe? Possibly.

[elepe]

[...Lusamine is observing him and stepping a bit closer.]

You sound uncertain about it. Why?

[acherontiastyx]

...well, I think I'm fine, mostly! I can probably take care of it by myself.

[HE DOESN'T WANT TO EXPLAIN THIS TO LUSAMINE OKAY LIKE MAYBE OTHER PEOPLE BUT]

[elepe]

[look your boss has all of the empathy of a rock but she is also a nosy motherfucker]

Now you're being obstinate. Guzma, show me your hands.

[acherontiastyx]

...

[...he shows them palms up, which... uh. well. it's still pretty easy to see the bandages.]

[elepe]

...Guzma, you are absolutely irritating.

[Breathes in.

Boi.]

You're going to injure them further if you do this by yourself. How on earth did they get this bad in the first place?

room 24

[oyashiromama]

[Poor Guzma... He's down there all by himself.]

Do you need any help?

[acherontiastyx]

No.

...

Maybe.

...

Okay, yeah.

[oyashiromama]

[She comes on in to do so and- a gasp]

Your hands...! What happened? [fussing time]

[acherontiastyx]

Oh.

[...he doesn't want to explain this, but uh...]

...I kind of punched a punching bag a little too much.

[oyashiromama]

Did you at least apply medicine to them?!

["medicine" just say antibiotics like a cool person hanyuu god]