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trusthell2017-02-26 12:04 pm
trustwellness) wrote in trusthell2017-02-26 12:04 pm
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. |
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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[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.
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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.]
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[It seems like something obvious to say, but it doesn't stop him from thinking it any less.]
We're fish trapped in a net, and once in a while a little bait's thrown down. A little hope. If you bite, you're dead.
[That's... One way to put it, anyway.]
Kimbley was scared too. I wonder if Kira was.
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[For a moment that's all he has to contribute, but the more he thinks about it, the more true Silver's words sound.]
...Hope really is damning here, isn't it? Give into despair and try to kill to escape and you're dead. Hold onto hope only to have it crushed? Dead. The only way to keep moving forward is to find the delicate balance between the two, I suppose.
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[It's a damn tightrope act. Silver hugs Weavile pretty tightly.]
I still can't figure out why.
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But you're exactly right. If you don't find the perfect balance and tip too far one way or the other, you're dead. That's just the way things are here.