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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room 29

[oyashiromama]

[A soft knock. Last week... The last two weeks, Estelle had done so much for her. Now, it's her turn.]

newest floor!

[oyashiromama]

[Elda told Hanyuu to find her on the newest floor. So, later in the day, that's just what she does, goes looking for her, and...

...is she going to find her in the chapel?]

[sportadork]

I wouldn't ask you to. But, just keeping an open mind, and not letting prejudices and fears decide who you can get to know... It's good. It's really good.

[a pause] I'm very proud of you, you know. I think your family will be proud of you, too.

garden

[oyashiromama]

Hello, Mikazuki.

[He's not alone in the garden. It seems a...popular place, right now.]

This place...is peaceful, isn't it?

[matchbreaker]

[ Yes, most likely. Though if you want a chance of scenery as opposed to the destroyed and desecrated chapel, you might also find her with paint and sharpie all over her clothing in then new library, just sort of sitting in a chair.

Deal's pick, library like that or chapel sitting atop a lot of broken pews with the war hammer next to her ]

[matchbreaker]

[ She... ]

... James. He would have been. [ God her heart is in her throat now ] He- he really would have been, yes. The damned old fool.

[tsugomori]

[ ... Mikazuki is probably one of the few people who can just nod to the statement Gangrel just made, and still be appreciative of it. ]

Ah, well... yes, it was troubling, at first.

[ He'll try to explain things as coherently as he can. ]

You see, when a sword tries to change history, they can become corrupted, and in that process all traces of their appearance is wiped clean, as if they had never existed in that state. Eventually, they are said to become like the History Revisionists themselves that we fight on the battlefield, their forms twisting into a darker sort. In my dream, his Yamatonokami Yasuada's appearance had vanished from the photos, but he's still in the photo I have here, so it is a little strange.

So maybe... he's okay.

[tsugomori]

Ah, hello.

[ Soon everyone is going to have group picnics in here... which is probably not a bad idea, actually. ]

It is. I don't think I'll be leaving for the next couple of hours.

It almost feels like a breath of fresh air.

[plegia]

That's the only thing that makes sense, doesn't it? If he wasn't in the picture in the dream, then surely you must have restored things back to normal for him to appear in the picture as he's supposed to.

[He... thinks that's how it works, anyway??]

Her Room

[elepe]

[It's a little bit later than she expected--she's been so distracted that when she notices Elda's door, she has to actively pause herself. That's...right, it completely slipped her mind that Elda wanted to do something about her nails?

...Well, now is as good a time as any. Lusamine knocks on the door, before opening it.]

Elda? [Oh, is she--] Are you busy? You certainly look it.

[matchbreaker]

[ She looks over to see Lusamine and... haha. She doesn't actually laugh but she does sort of lull her head to the side and holds her hands open wide. She grins sheepishly.

Her clothing is paint and sharpie splattered, oops. ]

Not that busy. I can make time at least.

[elepe]

[.............................

what on earth did she even miss today, goodness.]

...you look utterly disarrayed. Will you need some assistance with washing everything?

[She's. Not sure what Elda's looking for, but she comes inside.]

I would love to get my coat touched up, however. I promised, did I not?

[matchbreaker]

Ahahaha, are you offering to wash me?! [ She probably means she clothes, of course. But Elda smiles, capping the nail polish before blowing on her hand and scooting back a bit at her desk chair.

Incidentally just to make sure you know I think it came up but: Elda's bed has been smashed apart a while ago. The remains of the mattress, a lot of wood and duct tape has been used to make a makeshift coffin there in the midst of the bed's remains. ]

You'll have to give me a minute or two to dry before I can work, but of course I will.

[sportadork]

Not so foolish. Not so foolish at all.

[matchbreaker]

[ Elda holds up a finger to Sportacus. It's not quite wagging so much as telling him to silent himself. Elda...

Then pulls it back to brush over her lips.

... She can't quite taste it anymore, but the memory is there. ]

James Marker saved my life, and from where I am now, it's clear some truth was in his words about hatred. But he still died for his sentimentality. A widow can absolutely call her late husband foolish if she wishes.

[elepe]

Wha--ELDA! That's obscene! I meant your clothes!

[...Lusamine rarely, if ever loses her cool enough to blush. Hell, rarely blushes in general, especially nowadays. For many reasons, really, but the biggest likely being obvious to anyone who knew what happened to her husband.

...another is that she tries to will it down, because--like she's currently demonstrating right now--it contrasts really hard off of her pale skin and makes it very obvious. Goddammit--]

I--yes, yes, of course. Take as much time as you need.

[She'll just. Be over here. Leaning on a wall.]

[sportadork]

Of course! I would never want to take away that right from you!

... I just think he sounds like a wonderful person. You were lucky to have each other.

[matchbreaker]

We were. [ ... Are? Who knows, at this point. Elda shakes her head, and she leans back a little, hopping down to begin to pace some in a wide circle around the destruction she's caused, admiring it. ]

Henry and Calera's first was little Ren. I met him for the first time when he was four years old and he was adorable, the very spitting image of his grandfather! He's twenty-one now, and in a lot of ways, he's still like James. The boy I'm afraid inherited a lot of James's more unsavory traits, he's now a bit of a womanizer, and uses that appeal of his in order to find women he can continuously use to feed on.

[ She shakes her head ]

Still, I know he is a good boy, deep down.

[matchbreaker]

[ Oh, wow... ]

Two widows sharing a shower together seems more sad than obscene to me. [ But she laughs it off, blowing once more on her fingers before standing and gliding off the chair - to offer it to Lusamine if she wants, of course! But she shakes her head, opening and closing her fingers. She's letting this dry, but she herself needs a follow up coat... probably? ]

Your skin really does make your blushing stand out.

[ Yes, she is teasing her, a bit ]

garden

[introspects]

[ a familiar redhead's going to be in the garden, looking at the fruit trees, though it doesn't appear as though she's really looking. sort of just...gazing into nothing.

and then mikazuki appears at the corner of her eye, and she turns around to face him. ]

Oh, Munechika-san! Hello!

mail room

[introspects]

There you are...

[ don't think she's going to let you go just because you left while she was waking up! she saw your face and it certainly didn't look fine. ]

Wata-- [ ah, wait ] K-Kimihiro-kun... You left so suddenly!

foyer

[introspects]

[ someone got a liiiittle bit of a late start today! she sees hanyuu at the foyer and sleepily goes over to say hi. she, too, is in a good mood today--well, relatively good, considering everything that happened this weekend. but it's something. ]

Hanyuu? What are you working on?

[firstaid]

[She'll lean in and look at the photo. Honestly, she's not really sure what this all means.]

Perhaps the photo comes from another point in time? [She can't believe she's saying this, but she's had a few conversations about this.]

Or perhaps... [She shakes her head, she doesn't know. Honestly, she's really confused.] ...n-never mind.

[oyashiromama]

[...You know, let's just go for it.

Hanyuu finds Elda in the destroyed chapel. For a long moment, she takes the place in, each vandalized mark she can see and each busted pew. Then, she crosses the threshold into it, to where she can spy Elda's distinctive hair.]

Hello, Elda.

[oyashiromama]

Mm. It reminds me even somewhat of the woods of Hinamizawa... The grass, it must be. The country really is a fine place to live.

[What flower is he captivated by right now? She goes to take a look at it.]

Do you think if we pick these, they'll just grow back tomorrow?