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]

...I thought they sounded cool.

[Guess not. ...Gangrel probably doesn't deserve this.]

[plegia]

[...his title is "mad king gangrel" he absolutely deserves this]

You're also drunk, aren't you?

[He looks like he's trying very hard not to start laughing, okay.]

[feistytrader]

[...He has to actually put legitimate consideration into that, which is probably enough of an answer, really. But eventually he nods his head and adds-]

Drinking sucks. You can't fight when you're drunk.

[Priorities!]

[plegia]

[You're so ridiculous, it's so great.]

No, you can't! That's why you only get drunk after you've killed all your enemies! Gyahahaha!

[GANGREL NO]

[feistytrader]

[...Silver doesn't respond to that for a moment; he takes a good long moment to look Gangrel over and consider something. He's drunk, so maybe what he's considering isn't particularly deep, but either way, after a little while:]

Hey, Gangrel?

[plegia]

What is it?

[This is probably going to be something dumb, but he's in a good mood, so why the hell not.]

[feistytrader]

Don't die, okay? Or do something dumb. I'd miss you.

[...Well, there's that.]

1 / 2

[plegia]

[...Oh...

Oh no, that's...]

2 / 2

[plegia]

Bah, go lie down before you hurt yourself further! You shouldn't be worrying about me when you're this drunk!

[HE IS NOT HAVING A FEELING TODAY!!!!]

[feistytrader]

I'm already down.

[...He is, in fact, sitting on the floor.]

And I mean it. ...The drinking makes it easier to say, but I mean it.

[plegia]

[mnnngh he is not going to have a feeling today, don't do him like this silver]

Come on, surely you don't think anything's going to happen to me! I'm the King of Plegia! I've survived more assassination attempts than any other king in Plegia's long and bloody history!

[that is absolutely not true, but it's also not like anyone keeps track of these things anyway, maybe he really is plegian rasputin]

[feistytrader]

Good. Then I just have to worry about you making a mistake.

[...Weavile's gonna scoot on over into Silver's lap.]

[plegia]

You really think I'd do anything stupid now? After what happened last time?

[He definitely hasn't forgotten (or forgiven) how quick people were to jump on him for the black fur. That's just asking for trouble.]

[feistytrader]

[...That's right. Everyone jumped pretty hard on Gangrel, didn't they?]

Guess not.

[He shouldn't have said that.]

[plegia]

See? Doing anything like that would be ridiculously stupid now. I'm not an idiot. I didn't get this far by making stupid decisions!

[He's no more mad than he usually gets, at least...?? He's just kind of irritated, as usual.]

[feistytrader]

[...You know, normally he'd be able to respond better and keep his expression more neutral, but that's a little beyond him right now, and he looks vaguely like a scolded child.]

Yeah, you're right. Sorry.

[It does ease his worries, at least.]

[plegia]

[...]

Don't worry about it any. It happened, it was dreadful, but it's over now. The last thing I need to deal with are apologies!

[that might give him half a feeling??? and who would ever want that???]

[feistytrader]

...You don't like apologies?

[Were he less drunk, he'd be able to put together that Gangrel is more big on revenge than forgiveness. As it stands, that's not happening.]

[plegia]

Tch, of course not. They're a waste of time. If you weren't sorry, you wouldn't have sought me out in here today, right? So why bother putting words to it?

[...that is the clumsiest way he could have handled that while refusing to address the actual problem, but you know what it totally makes him sound like some kind of mastermind who gets how people work or something SO IT'S FINE.]

[feistytrader]

...I sought you out because I like fighting.

[WELL, UH.]

[plegia]

But if you were still mad at me for that then you wouldn't have bothered!

[SILVER STOP IT HE'S TRYING TO LOOK LIKE HE'S GOT THIS]

[feistytrader]

I wasn't mad.

[...]

You were scared, right?

[plegia]

[WOW HE ABSOLUTELY DID NOT COME OUT TO BE ATTACKED LIKE THIS??? HIS GOOD NAME IS BEING SLANDERED]

Scared!? What do you take me for!? I'm not that pansy of a princeling! I don't get scared! I'm the Mad King of Plegia; I strike fear in others, I don't experience it!

[...yep, he was terrified.]

[feistytrader]

...I don't get scared very much. Not much gets at me like that. I flew in god's face.

[There's... What, people knowing about his dad? He doesn't care anymore. Losing his friends? That's a pretty big one, even now.]

But nothing's scarier than having everyone's eyes on you in that room. Nothing.

[He's not sure he could articulate it, but he can still freshly picture the fear- of everyone turning against him, of being alone, of dying and losing Gold or losing everyone and the only thing he could do is try to furiously push back, as harshly as he could, to try to keep some of his safety and security in tact.]

That doesn't make you a pansy.

[plegia]

[...

Silver's drunk. Maybe he won't remember this conversation later.]

The only thing I'm afraid of is heights. I'm not... I don't mind having everyone's eyes on me or I wouldn't be King. But that... It was nothing like anything I've ever experienced. Even with my subjects hating me and wanting me dead, it felt nothing like it did in that trial.

[He twirls the useless sword to give his hands something to do and something to focus on, because he can't look at Silver. Admitting it makes him feel small and weak. He isn't.]