trusthell | WEEK 6.

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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[He's smirking at that, but he shakes his head.]

I can remember what he used to create green fire as well, but unfortunately I don't remember the others. He did a good job, but I'm not exactly the best student!

[It's mostly because he was evil laughing too hard to pay attention. He didn't actually think Kimbley would die, so...]

What were you doing the entire time? Laughing while the flames burned on?

[It's teasing, definitely. She wouldn't doubt that he'd spend the entire time hamming it up like some overlord with sick fire going on behind him.]

Well of course! What else would I do!

[WHAT YOU SEE IS WHAT YOU GET, HE IS A SIMPLE MAN OF SIMPLE DESIRES]

Listen to the man, perhaps.

[Goddammit Gangrel.]

I suppose I can chalk that up to something I'm better than you at.

Listening to people? Bah, who would want to be better at that?

[...Yeah, yeah, fine you win that one too, Lusamine...]

[Damn right she does.]

You would have taken in more lessons if you had done that. Such a shame...

I've learned plenty! I don't see you setting anything on fire!

[...is that a challenge??]

[...Lusamine's eye twitches a bit at that.]

Oh, please. I could do so far better than you.

Oh yeah? Prove it.

Fine!

[Because you know what, fuck you Gangrel, she can do anything better than you!!

She promptly sets aside her sketchbook and go to the first aid room to grab...lots of bandages. Oh god. It's probably double what is actually needed, christ alive. She means business! Total business.

...But. Trying to look for something to use to make pretty flames is harder than it looks. Shit, what does she use. What isn't going to blow up in her face...]

...Ah. Do you happen to know if any of these will simply blow up if ignited?

[He's going to sit on a stool, propping his chin on his hand as he watches. When she asks he shrugs, like it genuinely doesn't matter.]

Possibly! Kimbley did say to be careful with some of them - I believe there are some that can blow up if you just handle them wrong in the first place!

[...actually he's not sure and he's bullshitting, but it sounds legit!!]

Do you want a hint or are you going to risk killing both of us?

[HE SOUNDS SO PLEASED WITH HIMSELF...]

[...Gangrel, why are you like this. Why are you doing this.]

Oh, please. As if I want to owe you a single thing? I'll take my chances!

[Because being a stubborn git is totally better than asking for help from a sworn enemy. Totally. Especially when you could potentially piss off shadowfriend.

...well, after looking around, she's gone and grabbed sodium borate. At the very least, she hopes this won't end poorly...right. Alright, she pauses for a moment, trying to retrace what Gangrel did. Saturate the bandages in the material in the sink, set it alight...

...congratulations, nothing seems to have blown up! But that is some green fire, holy shit--Lusamine actually has to take a step or two back, clearly anticipating the worst while covering her eyes--]

Did it work?

[He actually recognizes which one she's picked up - and damn, what luck does she have! - but he tries very hard to keep his amusement in check as she works. He's laughing by the time the green flames go up and it's only when he looks at her that he realizes that she's covered her eyes.]

Bwahahaha! Just look at it! You've done a magnificent job, Lusamine!

[He's up on his feet then, approaching like maybe he's going to grab her arm or something, but he stops short and watches the fire instead, still laughing.]

[...it takes a few seconds, but--okay. She's not blown to bits at least, so she opens her eyes and puts her arms down...

...She did it. Oh, she did it. Lusamine laughs, hiding it behind her hand.]

Well, of course I did. I don't go back on what I set out to do! And I certainly refuse to be beaten by the likes of you.

[This is sick as hell, holy shit. Look at it go. It's beautiful.]

You're damned lucky you picked something that didn't kill us both! Can you imagine their reactions if they had to solve a murder like that? Gyahahaha!

[The mania is strong today, yikes.]

[That gets some condescending laughter from Lusamine.]

I can say with certainty that they would not have a blast, let's put it that way.

[. . .]

A blast, you say?

[INCLINES HIS HEAD SLIGHTLY TOWARD THE FIRE...

WELL-PLAYED SHITTY PUN, LUSAMINE]

I do not believe I stuttered, Gangrel.

[...

She's looking almost expectantly. Does he have something in mind.]

[HOW DARE YOU INTENTIONALLY MAKE SUCH A TERRIBLE PUN

GIVE HIM A MOMENT TO EVIL LAUGH FOR AWHILE BECAUSE HOLY SHIT THAT WAS AWFUL AND HE APPROVES SO MUCH]

And here I thought your sense of humor was lacking! Who knew all it took to get it to show was something so punbelievably bad!

[That smirk just broadens when he does that. She's so happy she doesn't have to pretend to be decent.]

Hmph! Then again, I did not expect much out of you, either. I suppose, in one regard...that makes us even.

You really shouldn't underestimate me!

[. . .]

Punderestimate me.

[will he ever stop]

[Lusamine turns to look at Gangrel, shaking her head. What on earth has she done...]

Keep that up, and they'll bury you six feet punder.

[GODDAMMIT HOW DARE YOU MAKE HIM LAUGH SO HARD—]

I can't really say I'd blame them! You could even say it would be... punderstandable!

[WELL AT LEAST WE'RE HAVING FUN...???]

You must think those skills of yours are indispunsable...

[15 people are dead right now, what the fuck.]

They'll simply think you've lost your mind. Assuming you were of sound mind to begin with.

How cruel! I cannot tolerate such slander against my name! I'm always of sound mind!

[...]

Or is that a punderstatement?

[absolutely no one asked for this oh my god]

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