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

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[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!

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[ Elda's gaze holds, her eyes dark, alight with malice. But it's also... terror. A fear that grips her heart, coiling around it in such a way that she doesn't know what to do with it. She considers all the ways she can respond, all the ways that she could lash out.

She really, really doesn't have a good response to that. ]

She wouldn't need to swallow anything.

[ She forces out, still defensive ]

She wouldn't have to. She shouldn't, either. But she would, and you know it.

[...The Pokémon are quietly watching this from a distance, because god damn, shit got real.]

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[ But isn't that- ]

No one here is family. [ She rationalizes ] She has just as important of thing as me to go back to.

You've been here for that long and you still think that? For someone that's lived for so long, you're not exactly full of age old wisdom.

Don't give me that-! [ She snarls this, pointing at him directly ] None of you are vampires and none of you carry her blood! None of you are from the seed of each other's loins! Tethras's obscene preoccupation is ultimately just a phantom, there's no blood to it at all!

[ Blood is life to a vampire.

Blood is all.

... Right? ]

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Family is something you forge. Family comes from hardships, from experiences, from love. It's the one good thing to come out of things like these. I never accepted my father because of our blood. I accepted him because of his love. Because I learned about him through his words on paper. Because I love and respect him, even if I don't agree with what he does.

[But it's turn to point directly at her.]

And you, Elda, the vampire who hated humans and learned to forgive them. You're the one that comforted me at my lowest. You admitted that you care about people here. You're considering the idea of cutting your losses and escaping with Hanyuu. And Hanyuu's your consideration because of your attachment to her. You can call it whatever you want, but in the end, it's love, isn't it? You said it yourself. You love Hanyuu.

[ ... But of course, she can't hold onto that gaze or those eyes when confronted with the truth.

Truth is truth.

She has told Hanyuu that last week (she'd been wrong, of course, on the key details of it) but she still believe that. Subjectivity, sentimentality, whatever you wanted to call it, that was irrelevant... right? Blood was blood, the ties that bond those who are related because the other is inherently ostracized.

... But.

... He's wrong, of course. She can't - she won't forgive humanity. She won't.

But Sportacus had told her- James had told her- She had told him- ]

[ And without any awareness of what else to do, her face beat red and her eyes lined with tears, she lunges out, her claws drawn. She doesn't strike though, just swipes through the air between them to stop short and try to be intimidating ]

I do! Of course I do?! How could I do anything else?! And if she dies, if she breaks- if she--

[ How can she survive that? ]

[He's not scared of Elda, but this time, he pulls out Gold's collapsible cuestick, extends it in one fluid motion, and holds it out in front of himself defensively.]

You can't protect anyone if you're dead, Elda. And Hanyuu's a lot stronger than you give her credit for. She'll persevere. She's stayed strong through so much already. She's stayed the kind person she is. Even if it tears her down, she'll pull herself back up again. And she won't be alone, either. She has many people who love her and want to protect her.

[He taps the cuestick in his hand a couple of times; it's nice to finally be able to hold it with his left hand again.]

But this isn't just about her, either. This is about my feelings, too. I'm a selfish person, Elda. I've done nothing but act on my own emotions this entire time, and I'm not about to stop now.

I care about you. I care about you a lot. I shouldn't be allowed to express that after what I did, but I don't care. If you're going to do something that could lead to your death, then I'll stop you, even if I have to beat you up and get Hanyuu to keep an eye on you for the rest of the week. Understand?

[ Will she, though?

Elda believes in Hanyuu, so she believes in that. But on the other hand- In truth, it's not about despair in her mind, it never was. It was about that moment, that moment where she would have to-

She can't.

Elda inhales sharply, and- ]

You can't beat me, Silver.

[ It's a very Elda Marker thing to say, but she doesn't say it in a very Elda Marker way. It's just... light. Light, weightless, almost aimless. ]

And I won't promise I will take no action. [ . . . ] But if you're going to be selfish, allow me to be selfish in turn.

Do you call us "family" by that standard?

[...He walked himself into that one, didn't he. For all the confidence he had in his posture a moment before, he shrinks down pretty quickly.]

That's up to you, not me.

[For all his talk, he does still understand the position he's in. He messed up. He hurt everyone he claims to care about. He has no right to assume they'd feel the same way, let alone call them something as important as family.]

No, it cannot be.

[ She lightly exhales, wiping off her eyes as she looks at Silver with a much more tired pose. ]

Because I don't believe in that Alolan sentimentality that Lusamine spoke of, or this philosophy you have. Given my understanding from my life and my dimension, none of you can be. None of my blood, none of you are vampires.

[ . . . ] So anything to the contrary would need to be imposed, if you have the courage or desire to do tha.

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[...He's not sure if that means that she wants him to say it or not. Either way, he's not entirely sure if he should.]

In that case, I'll tell you at the end of the week.

[That gives him time to consider it further. Here's hoping that's not the wrong decision.]

... Then I'll hear it then, for better or worse.

[ She actually manages to laugh a little at his words. ]

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