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!]

Comments

[matchbreaker]

[ A rocket ship? ... Amazing. Amazing, that a child is near to that. She smiles, still making the skull. She's listening, but she doesn't respond yet. ]

[oyashiromama]

A-aah? Guzma, oh, no, nothing like that.

[plegia]

She probably needed it.

[It's not harsh, it's just a statement.

He accepts the bottle when it's held out to him and he studies it for a moment before moving to the desk to place his left hand down, loosen the cap, and then uhh...]

It even has a little brush! How ingenious!

[...get really distracted immediately, of course.]

[oyashiromama]

...That is curious, isn't it? [She sets down a book of fairy tales.] Maybe...have you tried asking him about it?

[feistytrader]

Yeah. It's not quite the forests at home, but I'll take what I can get.

[Weavile climbs around for a little longer before hopping down and into Hanyuu's lap. Hi, Hanyuu!]

[matchbreaker]

[ She... probably did, yeah. That was her goal, to do something nice for her at the time. But that said: He is such a child. She laughs, actually. ]

If you give these time to dry, I'll do yours for you.

[ She's smiling, in spite of herself. It's been a terrible day, but she did work out a lot of it through that hammer ]

[plegia]

[sh-shut up he's a grown man and a king!!!]

Might as well. I don't trust myself to paint a straight line, much less manage this without spilling the bottle somehow.

[He's very jittery. It's like a constant sugar high and might actually be considering how much sugar he consumes here.]

[matchbreaker]

Well then, be patient for a few moments.

[ She sighs again scooting over to the desk and therefore next to him. She spreads her fingers out, gently blowing on the nails again. She's...

... Still worried. Still tired. But it feels better today. ]

Gangrel, have you attempted to send any letters to the dead?

[sportadork]

Hm... There's Ziggy; he's the youngest out of everyone. He wants to be a superhero too, but he's much too young for it, so I just encourage him and try to make sure he doesn't eat candy for every meal... The machine gave me his teddy bear, for some reason. I'm worried, since he needs it to sleep at night... [but, to be honest, so does he now.] He calls it Teddycus. It's dressed up like me.

[oyashiromama]

[Elda... Hanyuu's shoulders sink. It's not that she's sad, just that her posture no longer has to be straight-backed and strong. For a moment, that's enough.

Then, she looks to Vanille and rests a hand on her shoulder once more.]

Why don't you come back to my room, so we can speak in private?

[matchbreaker]

[ Teddycus?

A bear...

A dirty bear...

... Ah. Ah. She- she nods. ]

Is he a rebellious child, to seek candy so much?

[ After all, it's apparently toxic to sportacus ]

[plegia]

Letters to the dead...

[...]

No, I haven't. I don't know what I'd write. I've never been very good at composing letters.

[Most of his have been taunts and jabs to try to get Ylisse to attack Plegia, but that certainly didn't work out, so.]

Have you?

[matchbreaker]

Several, though none can be fairly called "letters." [ She blows on her nails again ]

I'm trying to work out where they receive ours from - Ushiromiya confirmed to me that it is possible somehow.

[ Which is probably too practical and she knows it. If she were as sentimental as some others, she might've written them even knowing they wouldn't be received. But... She isn't like that. Or at last tells herself she isn't ]

[plegia]

[He leans over a bit so he can rest his chin against his hand.]

Incredible. Being able to talk with them again would be...

[Something. Good? Probably good. Killia's death still stings but even before that there was Kimbley and Gold and Alani...]

What would you say, if you could write directly to one of them?

[sportadork]

No, he's very good! Or at least, he always tries to be. He just has an awful sweet tooth... But, he's getting much better at eating healthier, and only eating candy sometimes! I'm very proud of him.

... Now, Trixie. She is very rebellious! Always pulling pranks on her friends, making fun, drawing on the walls... I think you would like her. She is very spirited.

[acherontiastyx]

I don't know. They don't seem to be the types to like something like this, even if they do have that kinda thing hanging over them. It'd probably feel more like a slap in the face.

[matchbreaker]

[ She... She shrugs, actually, once more blowing on her nails - or maybe that was just a sigh. ]

Honestly, I don't know. I would write to Gold and Chiyuki, and perhaps also once to Kimbley, though I doubt he would read it. But as to what I would say? I don't know what to say.

[matchbreaker]

Do I seem so rebellious?

[ she said, as she drew a knife jabbing into the eye of this skull. ]

[tsugomori]

[ Mikazuki will bow his head with a grateful expression. ]

Thank you.

[ He can't take anything for granted, not like he had done with Killia's presence. Then, he'll step further into the room and he'll seat himself in the chair. He'll place his hands in his lap. ]

Well, back at home, the memory came of the time where a friend of mine did something rash. He tried to go ahead and change history. Because of what he was trying to do... his visage began to disappear from the photos at home, as if his existence as we knew it never was. I'm sure he was about to become one of the enemy as well...

... But, I think there is something a little strange about it.

[matchbreaker]

[ elda hums ]

... Guzma. Are you truly so perceptive, or do you guess your way through everything?

[plegia]

Can't say I blame you. I doubt I could find any words for any of them.

[What do you say to someone who died in a place like this? What do you say to someone who died period? That isn't the sort of thing you're supposed to come back from.]

Have any of the others tried writing letters?

[matchbreaker]

Oh, I'm sure. Varric probably wrote them all a sonnet before he died, and I'm sure Hanyuu and Kimihiro are just the sort of sentimental to write out to someone. [ She shakes her head ] Not to mention, some people received letters. I'm sure some wrote responses.

[ She laughs a little ]

Actually, I have Gold's to me right in this room.

[plegia]

[That gets him to smirk a bit, though suddenly he's looking anywhere but at her.]

I received a letter from Kimbley. I thought it had to be some kind of joke.

[But he's kept it on him, so maybe he wasn't entirely certain that it was a prank.]

[firstaid]

[Estelle furrows her eyebrows a bit hearing this. She's not sure how she feels and she doesn't really want to go further into this discussion, but she said she would let him talk about his dream.]

What was so strange about it?

[Her voice is rather soft.]

The fact that he was disappearing or... is it something else?

[sportadork]

Just a little bit.

[pause] Should I... keep going?