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

[elepe]

[...Lusamine has been some variation of irritated ever since she got that letter from Gold. Mostly inwardly, but the more it gets on her mind and the more she thinks about what Elda said, the more it simply pisses her off. First order of business today is going to be in the kitchen, attempting...to stress relief by cooking. She's...not an abysmal cook! She knows what things are supposed to go where. It's mostly the timing and proper heat that she has trouble with.]

No, no, cool off--right. Fine. Now what is--oh, don't tell me I burned this already!

[...this is why Lusamine subsists off salads. She can't actually cook to save her life, even if she knows what flavors work.

Any. Way. That probably just made her worse, but she's gonna go knock on Gangrel's door until he opens up. This is gonna be no less than incredibly stupid, and she knows it.

Though, far later on? She'll be at the greenhouse once again, with all of her Pokemon out and frolicking through the place. Lusamine herself is sitting off to the side and watching them, just to make sure they don't break anything, but...huh. Hanyuu was right--this place truly was peaceful. It's nice...]

[plegia]

[UGH IT'S BEFORE NOON, HE WAS STILL SLEEPING—]

What.

[Oh, it's Lusamine. He doesn't slam the door, at least?? He'll humor her, maybe.]

[elepe]

[Time is a construct of human perception and really, who gives a damn.

...To her credit she pauses a bit when she sees she woke him up, but. Ugh. That'd be just her luck.]

Forgive me for intruding on your sleep. I need to talk to you for a moment. Privately.

[...At the very least her hands are on her hips, so it doesn't look like she has weapons on her. But. She's very serious. Completely and utterly serious.]

[plegia]

[...]

Fine, come in.

[He's wearing part of his usual outfit, though the ruff and the cape aren't on and the belt's missing. He didn't want to bother getting fully dressed just to answer the door.

Once she's inside and presumably shut the door, Gangrel will take a seat on the bed and motion to the chair, if she wants to take it.]

So what do you want to talk to me about this early in the morning?

[...it's not that early.]

[elepe]

[She's thankful he didn't question her, at least. The less stress this causes, the better as far as she's concerned.

Lusamine gets the door and takes the offered place at the desk, just...sighing.]

We've made it absolutely no secret that we're enemies. Enough so that others would not get incredibly stupid ideas. Would you say this is true?

[There's a point to this.]

[plegia]

[That's an interesting question. Gangrel tips his head a bit as he considers it. It sounds like someone (or several someones) have gotten stupid ideas, but what stupid ideas did they get, anyway?

...

But are they really enemies?]

My enemies are the Ylisseans and the Wordsmith. I suppose calling you an "enemy" isn't exactly right.

[It's a safe answer, but it's one he's comfortable giving. It's easier than trying to figure out exactly what they are, anyway.]

[elepe]

[...Lusamine looks away, and a little irritated at the answer. Dammit, that's close to what Elda said. What the hell. She figured this was exactly how to describe it. Is she wrong? She can't be wrong--]

But you wouldn't say that it's anything positive, would you? Not enough that others would...

[...she's not actually going to say it. But Lusamine pulls out a letter and tosses it to Gangrel. Maybe he can see why she's having a hard time with this.]

Assume that. It's utterly absurd.

[plegia]

[He catches it and studies it for a moment, tipping his head a bit. That's... bizarre.]

Well, it sounds like he was reaching. There's certainly no way it could be mistaken for anything like that. We may not be enemies but we certainly aren't friends and I'm not sure how anyone could mistake it for anything else.

[Right. That's definitely right.]

kitchen

[feistytrader]

[...Well, this is new.]

Do you need any help?

[Weavile is here too! And So is Aibo. Aibo gives Weavile a lift so he can pull something out of the freezer.]

[elepe]

[Why is this not working. Why is nothing working properly. Lusamine grits her teeth before turning to Silver, pausing.]

...I would not be opposed, but...I don't quite know what I'm making here. I thought this would help make everything a little less stressful, but...

[It's making it worse.]

[feistytrader]

[...Well, cooking isn't too difficult. He can help out. But before he does-]

What would you like to eat? ...What's on your mind?

[Maybe he can help her with a meal and her stress. ...Maybe.]

[elepe]

...Just some vegetables. I'm not in the mood to eat anything particularly rich, at this time.

[...]

It's a letter that Gold sent me, on Tuesday. He asked me something rather absurd, and it's been eating at my head for the past two days.

[feistytrader]

[You know, absolutely nothing about that surprises him. God damn.]

What did he say?

[Silver gathers up some vegetables, but he also gathers up some rice; he can fry them all together for a quick meal that isn't just fried salad.]

[elepe]

He was wondering what was going on with Gangrel and I, when it's clear as day that we're enemies. Nothing more, nothing less.

[Right? Right.]

He asked if we were a 'thing'. I'm not sure what about this irritates me more--the fact that he has the audacity to ask such a thing, or...

[...]

The fact that we may not be enemies, and if we aren't, then I have no idea what we are.

Greenhouse

[matchbreaker]

[ Elda's not sure what to make of this greenhouse. It's... well, it's kinda unsettling to her that there's no sunlight here. Or moonlight. But there's also greenery and she's not seen that for weeks until they got this place. And it's for this reason more than any other that at the ned of the day the woman wanders in here.

And then... there's Lusamine and there's the Clefable and she remembers something.

So hopefully she doesn't make the woman jump when she speaks up ]

Are you planning to be here for another twenty minutes or so?

[elepe]

[Lusamine looks up a bit from staring at the flowers--oh, hey Elda. There's a bit of a pause, but...]

I planned on it, but if you are in need of the room, I will leave. I didn't think that you would be interested in this place.

[matchbreaker]

Oh, no, just the opposite! I wanted to make sure you and your Pokémon would still be here!

[ And she walks out.

... And then comes back ten to fifteen minutes later lugging a somewhat heavy head-size rock into the room. ]

[elepe]

[...oh.

That's...huh?]

Elda, what is this? Did you obtain it from the machine?

[matchbreaker]

Ugh, this is heavier than it should be.

[ Okay, walking it it over towards the Lusamine. And... ]

Look, where's the Clefable?

[elepe]

[Clefable perks up from the flower beds when she hears her name, looking between Lusamine and Elda.]

Clefable, be a dear and come here for a moment! Elda has something.

[Give her a moment while she toddles on over to Elda with curiosity. Lusamine gets up to go nearby as well, looking intrigued.]

What is it?

greenhouse;

[tsugomori]

[ Mikazuki takes daily strolls into the greenhouse, given its... nice everything, really. ]

It's quite beautiful, isn't it?

[elepe]

It truly is. Really, the only thing this place is missing is the most beautiful sunshine...

[Lusamine looks over to Mikazuki, smiling.]

It seems almost fantastical, that a place like this could exist in these conditions. Don't you agree?

[tsugomori]

It is missing the quiet elegant light of the moon as well.

[ Mikazuki will take a nod. ]

I also do quite agree that it didn't appear like there would be a garden in here. But well, this place is definitely the definition of "more than it seems" in general, hm?

[elepe]

Quite true. I imagine Elda would prefer that if she were here...

[...hmm.]

It truly is. Why, I would almost accuse the man of copying the fictional books he seems to adore so much. How else could he have dreamed of creating something like this?

[tsugomori]

Yes...

[ He gives a small laugh, unable to help it. ]

Maybe this place was just plopped into his lap and someone handed over the resources. I certainly can't see him easily putting all of this together, either.