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]

[Her free arm wipes away a few stray tears, and she attempts a smile. ...It doesn't quite take, but she tried and no one can judge her.]

Let... Let me just...have a moment to wash my face, if that's alright?

[introspects]

Yes, of course. Take your time.

[ She'll even leave if you want time to yourself. Just say the word. ]

[oyashiromama]

[Hanyuu won't be long, but if Orihime's inclined to look around, even a little, she might spy something familiar on the desk!

In other words, your hairpin's sitting out there, girl.]

[introspects]

[ Orihime takes a seat at Hanyuu's desk, not wanting to sit on her bed or anything--that'd just be wrong.

So, needless to say, it doesn't take long for her to spot those hairpins on Hanyuu's desk.

Orihime takes them into her hands and stares at them as if they're most expensive of diamonds, the most valuable of treasures--and they're worth so much more than any of that.

When Hanyuu comes back out, Orihime will give her a wide-eyed look. ]

Where did you find these?

[oyashiromama]

[A-ah...?]

I... I got them from that machine, the gatcha. [...she still thinks of it as that rather than "vending machine."] I- d-do they belong to you? I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to keep them, I-I wasn't sure where to ask-

[introspects]

Yes. These...they're mine...I've been looking all over for them--

[ Oh, gosh; she's holding them close to her chest, now, and it looks like she may break down any moment now. ]

They're--they're from my brother...

[oyashiromama]

Your...brother... [The way she looks, the way she sounds the way that's phrased-

It's Hanyuu's turn to just walk right to Orihime and wrap her in a hug.]

I'm sorry. I'm sorry, you...come here. If I'd known, I would've given them to you in a heartbeat. In a second.

[introspects]

[ Hope you don't mind Orihime clinging onto her, crying into Hanyuu's shoulder.

It's been a long, hard week. She's tired.

She just wants to go home. ]

[oyashiromama]

[Hanyuu's done it to enough people. She doesn't mind. She holds tight to Orihime.]

It's okay. You can cry. [It's not okay.] I-I'm rihgt here.

[introspects]

I miss my brother, my friends at home--

[ She's practically sobbing the words out at this point, holding the hairpins close to her as she cries. ]

I'm so useless, Hanyuu-san! I can't--I can't do a thing to save everyone!

[oyashiromama]

[Hanyuu fights shaking, the words hit far too close for her, but- but Orihime just did so much for her, so she just. Holds her tighter.]

Y-you can't... You can't but that on yourself. You're just one girl.

[introspects]

I--no, my powers--I could have saved them from getting hurt!

[ Every time she thinks about this, it becomes harder and harder to swallow. The fact that if she weren't stripped of her powers, maybe, just maybe everyone would still be alive. ]

[oyashiromama]

[Oh... Oh- Hanyuu runs her hands through Orihime's hair, tries to get her to look her in the eye.]

That is not your fault! You- you didn't ask for your powers to- there is nothing you can do about that, but-

[...]

I understand. When you can do something...and then suddenly can't, I... I know how hard that is...but it's not because of anything you did.