WEEK 6.

[trustwellness]

WEEK 6 With the deaths of Viktor Nikiforov, Varric Tethras, and Killia, you're down to half of your original number. There's only fifteen of you left. How much longer before your number drops again? 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... Of course, that doesn't mean that you've gained nothing else among the many, many losses you've faced; it seems that another floor has been made available to you for surviving another week. Congratulations and well done, even if you might not necessarily appreciate the reward. APPRENTICES REMAINING: 15

SUNDAY | MONDAY | TUESDAY | WEDNESDAY | THURSDAY

[OOC: Welcome to week six 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]

[She places a light hand on Vanille's shoulder...but it doesn't stay there, not for long. A little glance. Give her a moment, Vanille, just a moment, please.]

Just taking her anger out on you. [To Elda, as she starts to approach her:] I'm sorry I acted so hastily, but not that I sheltered one in need. ...I desire to be there for everyone...and I am here for you now. So don't pick at one uninvolved.

[matchbreaker]

[ For Vanille, if she's able to look past the fact that Elda's eyes shift to cat-like and predatory, and that her fangs are bared as Hanyuu starts to approach her (which admittedly is a tall order) Elda might seem... oddly petulant, in this moment. ]

...Don't give me that, Hanyuu. I'm not one of your worshippers or your children.

[ "I'm more important" or more accurately, "I want to be more important" is perhaps implied through how she says that.

... Elda Marker is selfish. ]

room 29

[tsugomori]

[ Mikazuki will, in fact, come on by to Estelle's. He's honestly worried about her own state of mind, given the events post-trial, and this time he is ... somewhat more sure he'd be able to be of more help to her today than that other time.

He'll knock gently on her door. ]

Hello?

[feistytrader]

[It isn't locked! And when she opens up the door, she'll find Silver by the trunk in his room, sifting through something like forty pages of paper trying to find her damn letter.

...Although he stops when she enters the room and stares at her for a moment.]

I told you it would take a bit.

greenhouse

[tsugomori]

[ Mikazuki looks over at Guzma, sitting next to a nondescript selection of flowers (that are pink). ]

Oh, hello. This is quite the nice place they've added in, isn't it?

[tsugomori]

[ The dream Mikazuki has is ... fantastic. Fantastic in the way that is the exact opposite, and instead he's thinking of the color of sky blue, which leads to him thinking of darker hair, belonging to both Yasuada and then ... of course, Killia. He murmurs Killia's name, as he turns in the bed, used to the male being right next to him, and as his eyes open, he doesn't see him. He doesn't recognize the room either -- how and when did he get in here?

Mikazuki dimly recalls last night. This is why he was in Gangrel's room. Well, he was so out of sorts that he barely remembers anything he did.

The only thing he can vividly recall after the trial is the man helping him to his feet, and then...heading back here after wandering the halls some time later. He supposed his mind was still having a hard time coping.

Thinking about the dream, he reaches for the picture he's carried on him, his eyes focused on Yasuada's person... and the thought is, Ah... that's strange. In the dream, all evidence of his person had been erased from every photo, but here...well...

It calms him down somewhat, regarding the state of things back home, but as a few more tears drip onto the photo, he's seemingly content on sitting in silence in the room.

...

When Mikazuki is able to get it together enough to head out of his room-- no, Gangrel's room -- he goes to try to take it easy, letting himself wander wherever he may feel his feet taking him. He's also going to be wearing new clothes from now on. First he stops by the profiles, and at that point, he's halted by the sight of the things written for the newly dead. His eyes are drawn to Killia's in particular. He needs to find out who did this.

If he sees people walk by he'll speak up. ]

Ah, excuse me...

[ After that, Mikazuki manages to head into the garden, because he ends up wandering into here eventually. He has the painting that Killia's done, and he's probably trying to find more sakura blossoms in here... or something. He gets distracted by staring at most of the flowers, though.

Later on, he can be found in the dojo, and he's swinging one of those ineffective iron blades, but he just manages to sigh to himself, not feeling into it. He'll even lower the blade, and right after head to the bar for a quick drink. ]

[matchbreaker]

And I gave you ample time.

[ She said, from the doorway. She won't come in further, yet, but she smiles a pleasant if very, very cranky smile ]

greenhouse

[feistytrader]

[Be careful which tree you get settled in, Hanyuu. There may just be a person in it.]

What are you writing?

[Weavile also says hi, from in the tree. Aibo says hi from another tree.]

[feistytrader]

Apparently not, because I haven't found it yet.

[He sifts through the papers a little longer, then pulls one out from the back of the pile and hands it over to Elda. It's her secret!]

Here.

greenhouse

[iaspis]

[It's been a long, long time since Jasper has seen anything like this, and it's obvious once she steps inside.]

We must be deep underground, yet these plants seem to be doing just fine.

Do you recognize any of these plants?

[She stops to examine a pink flower, staring at it for a long time.]

[ravagers]

Yeah... pretty odd, huh? But it feels almost like Gran Pulse, being in here!

[ Vanille nods as she peers over at the more dangerous plants. Strange, that there should be some of those... ]

Mm-hmm! A lot of 'em, actually. There are herbs, vegetables, and even fruit trees.

[matchbreaker]

[ She doesn't thank him, but she takes it. She looks down at the paper. She opens it... She wonders if he's read it. He must've, right? But now she can see it, see the words printed on the page...

Still, she had no answers. ]

Elda Marker was complicit with allowing her granddaughter's memory of her family to be erased so that she could live the rest of her life as a human.

[ How does that-

She rips the secret in two. And then four. Then eight. Then sixteen. And then her eyes going wide as she does, she shreds the thing with her nails, making a mess on Silver's floor ]

[feistytrader]

[...He's not going to stop her, if that's what she wants to do, and he's a little more preoccupied with putting the rest of his papers away while she's distracted. But once he's done, well-]

What did you dream about?

new library

[feistytrader]

[Silver enters the library and approaches Watanuki just in time to hear his stomach growl. Well, that just won't do.]

Stay here, Weavile.

[He's off to go make Watanuki some damn food. If Watanuki's allowed to fuss over him, he's allowed to fuss over Watanuki, too.]

[matchbreaker]

I have no reason to tell you!

[ She snaps this at him, releasing the final bit of secret confetti from between her fingers. Her fangs are bared and she's ... well.

She looks very, very cranky. And stressed. ]

[firstaid]

[Retreating is what she does best and she can't even face the crowd right now. She still feels guilty about what she did to Gangrel and all that yesterday? She can't bear it. On top of her dream, it feels like everything is suddenly crashing down on her.

Last week everything was so reassuring. This week, it's like she's being told to trust no one, let alone herself.

When she hears the knock on the door, she'll be good and open it this time just so she doesn't worry others. Perhaps a fake smile and a 'she's okay' will suffice.

She opens her door and peeks through the crack of the opening. Seeing Mikazuki there... she's not sure how to feel right now.]

Ah, h-hello...

[She'll open the door a little more and she'll smile. It's forced, but it's there. However, it's definitely not open enough for anyone to get out or get in. Whatever it is, it appears she's rather guarded.]

[iaspis]

Gran Pulse? That's somewhere from your world, isn't it?

[oyashiromama]

No, but you're my friend, right? In case you don't realize, you're all precious to me.

[Hanyuu isn't going to throw it back in her face, but it seems being a little harsh is called for.]

[feistytrader]

Fine. Then don't. But you look upset about something, so that's why I asked.

[...He's pretty damn calm about all of this.]

[ravagers]

Yeah...

[ She trails off, expression turning more wistful. ]

It was my home.

[tsugomori]

[ ... He probably should have at least thought to bring some tea, or something -- anything to try to ease the pain of what had just happened. But then again, nothing would fill the void Killia has left so easily. ]

May we talk? If not in your room, then mine?

[ He feels awkward, carrying out a conversation here. He doesn't know whether his suggestion will work, but he has to try. He's used to Estelle just letting him, and so... ]

[matchbreaker]

[ She... ]

Well what did you remember, boy? Be fair.

foyer

[acherontiastyx]

...so. You thinking about how to deface his profile.

[...he noticed she was staring at Kira's profile...]

[feistytrader]

The world is still ending and my dad's dying in my arms while we fight off the ruler of the distortion world.

[Jesus, Silver.]

You?

1/2

[matchbreaker]

[ . . . Jesus, Silver. ]