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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[matchbreaker]

Do I seem so rebellious?

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

[sportadork]

Just a little bit.

[pause] Should I... keep going?

[matchbreaker]

Yes. Fors long as you want, Sportacus.

[ It... it should hurt, really. That he has these pleasant memories, and she's left with uncertainty. But that's probably karmic to some extent. Her second and third memories were blessings.

And ... well.

Why not hear more? ]

[sportadork]

... Elda. Are you... [ugh, of course she's not. don't be stupid.]

Would you like to talk?

[matchbreaker]

[ Would she...? She- ]

I realized earlier today, though I now have memories of my three grandchildren, of Ren and Karin and Anju - that with the exception perhaps of Ren, the time that I know I've spent with them is less than the time I've spent with those here.

[ IE: the sum total of her new memories, at least as far as she can actually remember, is less than a month.

She knows more time has past, just based on the seasons, but she's not been blessed with the gaps between ]

[sportadork]

... You'll get to spend more time with them when we escape from here. I am sure they'll be very happy to see you.

[and he somehow manages to at least sound confident about it.]

1/2

[matchbreaker]

[ Will they? Will Karin- ]

[matchbreaker]

[ ... she smirks ]

I know. I know they will! I'm going to play with little Anju's silvery hair and pet Karin. Oh and dear Ren, that body hasn't had near enough of me.

[sportadork]

[smiles] You know, you owe me stories about your children, now.

[matchbreaker]

Alright, alright, I can do that!

[ she laughs, shaking her head ]

... Well, I only have one child, even if he's quite grown now. [ She knows the spirit of the thing was her grandchildren, and she'll get to them. But she couldn't help but rib a little ] Henry, that is! Oh, he was always a sweet boy. Sensitive, maybe even a little bit dandy in his youth, but with a strong jawline and a noble heart. I remember whne I used to clean the boy's ears, because they could end up so messy. [ She shakes her head ] We lived together for many years, just Henry and James and I. Until James found him a fiancée.

[ Calera... ] I can't stand the shrew, but Henry seemed to take to her quite quickly. It was so... so frustrating, and yet so endearing to see the poor boy's attempts to impress her! Still, his charms did win in the end. They're long married now, and have given me those three grandchildren I just mentioned.

[sportadork]

[he listens intently, smiling. there's really nothing better than people talking about what they love.]

You are very lucky, to have such a wonderful family... Do you think, if we ever get the chance, that I could meet them?

[matchbreaker]

[ Blink. She... never thought about that. But...

Well. ]

... If the chance presents itself. [ A beat. ] ... Yes, you may.

[sportadork]

[beams. so clearly tickled pink by this.

so tickled pink that he's gonna go for it.] I'm glad we're friends.

1/2

[matchbreaker]

[ . . . ]

1/2

[matchbreaker]

... Fine.

[sportadork]

And it only took a little bit over a month! [but who's counting right]

[matchbreaker]

A month to get over two hundred years of hatred! I really am getting old.

[ Siiiiigh. ]

[sportadork]

It's a really good thing, Elda. [gets a smidge serious, but still smiling.] You don't have to forgive humans for what they did, because it was terrible, but hating them only hurts you. And not all of them are bad! They're mostly good, I think.

[matchbreaker]

[ . . . ]

I'm not going to accept most.

[ She sighs, but... ]

Lusamine's been a friend to me. Kimihiro's kind, and so's Orihime. Silver's relatable. these people ... I'll accept these people.

[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.

[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.

[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.

[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.