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

[feistytrader]

[...So Weavile did steal that, despite his protests to the contrary.]

Yeah, sure. Can I bring it back to you later? I don't remember where I put it.

[...He's got a lot of shit in his room, alright.]

[matchbreaker]

No.

[ She ... uh?

Sorry yeah. ]

[feistytrader]

Then wait here while I find it.

[With that, he's shutting the door.]

[matchbreaker]

[ SHE WILL.

Glaring daggers at the door.

... Probably resisting the urge to open it.

Definitely tapping on it with a nail ]

[feistytrader]

[...She is probably going to be waiting for a little longer than she likes, because he wasn't joking about having an absurd amount of shit to sift through. Please don't break down the door, Elda.]

[matchbreaker]

[ Yeah about that...

She's going to try the handle if it's not locked ]

[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.

[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 ]

[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.

[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?

[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. ]

[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.]

[matchbreaker]

[ She... ]

Well what did you remember, boy? Be fair.

[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. ]

[matchbreaker]

... I had returned from punishing the Brownlicks. Anju gave me a good luck charm [ (... Orihime had that, didn't she?) ] and Henry told me he had something secret and serious to discuss with me.

[feistytrader]

...What was it?

[What the hell did he say that pissed her off so much?]

[matchbreaker]

I don't know.

It ended there.

[feistytrader]

Do you think it's about your secret?

[matchbreaker]

It has to be, I-- It has to be. I'm certain of it.

[ Because of her memory from last week. ]

[feistytrader]

...So what's the big deal?

[He knows exactly what the big deal is. It's Elda. At the same time, he wants to hear it in her words.]

[matchbreaker]

[ Elda's face contorts. Her fears? This boy is asking her to give them voice, huh? Well, he read the damn secret. She doesn't even know what to make of it. Erasing Karin's memories of her family? Letting her live as a human? ]

... My granddaughter's an abnormal vampire. Somehow. Some way.

[feistytrader]

In a way that could let her live as a human, I'm assuming.

[Elda said she was a really late bloomer, didn't she?]

[matchbreaker]

Yes.

[ Could she be a damned halfbreed? But she looks so much like her, there's no way she's a result of Calera's affair. And she saw the woman pregnant with Karin, back then when she was playing with little Ren...

It makes no sense ]