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!]

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[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.

[feistytrader]

[...Oh. Well, he can definitely see why Gold said something like that, at least. He wouldn't say it himself, but, well, now that it's up-]

I thought you guys were friends. Especially after being in here for this long.

[Even if Gangrel isn't a very open guy. Sometimes it's hard to own up to things like that.]

[elepe]

We're not. Not even close.

[It's snapped out, but she turns the tone back a little bit when she speaks again.]

We can't stand one another, and I have no idea where he even got such an idea. What was he thinking?

[feistytrader]

...Gold and I couldn't stand each other when we first met. It took us years to own up to being friends, but we cared about each other a lot earlier than that.

[And look at them now. ...Or you could say that if, you know, Gold wasn't dead as hell.]

Why can't you stand him?

[elepe]

There's a difference. I imagine that Gold did not offend you on every single level...

[Lusamine crosses her arms at that.]

Isn't it obvious? He exists to infuriate on every single level. Everything, from his appearance, to his demeanor, and down to his very soul are the most annoying things in the world. He doesn't listen to anyone, he laughs far too much for his own good, and he even looks like an unkempt mess! Honestly! Who would even allow someone like him to be a king, or even look the way he does? He's annoyingly obstinate to boot, and has absolutely no concept of tact or losing gracefully. No, he simply has to overdo it to the point of nausea, without any concept of taking what few wins he does get and leaving it at that. He's an abomination!

[feistytrader]

[...Well, when you put it like that-]

Gold knows what he's talking about.

[Holy shit, Lusamine.]

[elepe]

What?

[GODDAMMIT NOT YOU TOO SILVER--]

Why on earth do you say that?

[feistytrader]

That's exactly how I felt about Gold. Couldn't say it better myself.

[But it's not just that. It's the way Lusamine acts around him, how she defended him... It's a lot of things, really. That just seals it.]

I don't know if I'd say you two are a thing, but I definitely see where he's coming from.

[elepe]

...He's being absurd. You're being absurd.

[Ugh, ugh, ugh, Lusamine crosses her arms and shakes her head. There's no way he's right. There's no way either of them are right.]

It's different for you two. Boys typically have that sort of relationship with their peers, do they not? It's expected.

[feistytrader]

Is it?

[That doesn't sound right, but he doesn't have enough guy friends to dispute this.]

If you're not friends, then maybe you're rivals.

[Which is a loaded word fulled with a lot of positive connotations, too, but maybe it's a little easier for Lusamine to swallow.]

[elepe]

[...that's at least a better word, and it causes Lusamine to pause in consideration. Well...]

...Rivals are usually competitive in some manner, are they not? [It makes her think back to the Chemistry Lab, for all of the silliness that happened there. The look seems...fond.]

You may be onto something...

[feistytrader]

...Do you have a rival at home, Lusamine?

[How about we gently steer the topic elsewhere.]