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

[acherontiastyx]

Yeah. Like, what is this even doing here anyway? You're just doing some much needed redecoration.

[matchbreaker]

Well, we do have a god and a Saint! [ Take that, Vanille.

... She'll feel bad later ] Perhaps they would be comforted.

[ She throws the warhammer aside, to instead walk over towards a red paint bucket. ]

[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]

[ elda hums ]

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

[acherontiastyx]

...

[...HE... THINKS ABOUT IT, REALLY HARD...]

...I mean, I got the impression Hanyuu is more like the gods back home where they've got a specific home somewhere that's suited to them, and Vanille doesn't seem like the devout type.

...

So like. Educated guesses.

[matchbreaker]

Not about that.

[ Elda says that lightly, but she does take some amusement in watching him puzzle that out. She leaps up, walking over towards him. Perhaps somewhat forebodingly depending on your trust in the woman she sort of drags the warhammer with her ]

About everything. So often, you cut to the heart of matters.

[acherontiastyx]

...

I, uh.

[...THIS IS REALLY CONFUSING AND HE'S NOT REALLY SURE HOW TO TAKE THIS.]

I didn't notice, actually.

[matchbreaker]

So it is all luck? Coincidence?

[ she sounds somewhat amused, still dragging the hammer ]

You responded excellently to Estelle, you've had excellent ideas for the community here on two of our weeks together, and your retorts to Wordsmith are the most consistent.

[acherontiastyx]

[please put the hammer down..........]

...wow. Huh. Well, I just wanted to do some things I think are fun that I do back home with Team Skull, so I have experience knowing what to do with groups, especially if they're kinda. Prone to getting into really stupid fights or whatever. And the Wordsmith deserves that, because he's consistently a total piece of garbage.

...and honestly, I was just being real with Estelle. I was kind of expecting her to take that worse than she did and not actually get it.

[matchbreaker]

[ She.. she laughs at that, and swings the war hammer wide, smashing upwards into a piece of wood and sending some splinters flying. ]

So it's not even coincidence?! It's just being contrarian?!

[acherontiastyx]

Well, yeah, of course! I'm nothing if not contrarian. Come on, it's practically my title.

[matchbreaker]

Rebellious.

[ She wings the warhammer back up over her shoulders - though she stops the momentum at the top and gently balances it there. It's... heavy for her, as she is now ]

Do you relate to that title, Guzma?

[acherontiastyx]

Well, yeah.

[...he considers a pew but nah. He's probably not going to be able to sit down for long before Elda slams stuff.]

It makes sense, don't it?

[matchbreaker]

A great deal! But agreeing with it also means you accept Wordsmith's assessment of you!

[acherontiastyx]

...oh, crap. But... how would I rebel against being Rebellious.

[matchbreaker]

[ Oh no, did she catch him?! She bursts out laughing!! That's adorable!! ]

[acherontiastyx]

It's not funny.

...

Okay. A broken clock can be right twice a day. I mean, it's not like I hide anything.

[matchbreaker]

Nope, it is!

[ And she grins again, zipping towards him to poke him in the stomach with a long lady fingernail ]

Guzma, you are endlessly entertaining.

[acherontiastyx]

Hey, quit it!

[HE STEPS BACK AND CROSSES HIS ARMS OVER HIS STOMACH]

I'm not a squeaky toy!

[matchbreaker]

Aren't you?

[ But she doesn't advance. HEHEHE. ]

[acherontiastyx]

No, I'm not!

[matchbreaker]

Aww, come now, Guzma, don't make me pick you up!

[ Said the 5' 87 lb woman ]

[acherontiastyx]

...

Could you even do that, though.

[matchbreaker]

[ . . . ]

Normally, yes. Do you doubt me.

[acherontiastyx]

...No, but I wanna see it.