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

[acherontiastyx]

...No, but I wanna see it.

[matchbreaker]

[ . . .

Fine.

Elda takes a few steps forward and smirking a little, she wraps her arms around Guzma. And the makes an attempt to lift him up! Now, here, and the university, she's ben a fair bit weaker. There's no way that should could lift him overhead or something as she is now. However, she does display more strength than a woman of her size shoulder - she gets him at least a little bit off the ground like this, and you get the sense that if she were doing a more reasonable movement like judo throwing or something she might be able to pull it off.

That said, she gives up after a spell, now looking somewhat put out.

[acherontiastyx]

...

Whoa, you did it.

[matchbreaker]

[ Wow, that winded her a little ugh. ]

Naturally.

[acherontiastyx]

...it'd be even better outta here, right.

[matchbreaker]

[ SHE NODS, BEAMING.

And she repeats, ]

Naturally!

[acherontiastyx]

Okay. When we wipe the floor with the Wordsmith and everything's back to normal. You need to bench me.

[matchbreaker]

[ That... that is a very fun idea! In fact, ]

I will take you up on that! Just wait!

[acherontiastyx]

Yeah. I'm stoked for this.

[matchbreaker]

[ Bench is like.... weights? That's not becoming of a lady, but hey, why not? ]

As well you should be, Guzma!

[acherontiastyx]

It's just like an extra helping of goodness on the sundae of getting the heck out of here.

[matchbreaker]

Honestly.

[ She... Sighs. Sighs, and then looks around the chapel.

This outburst was almost childish, wasn't it? Sure felt good, though. ]

I'll be looking forward to it.

[acherontiastyx]

...yeah.

[LOOK. HE'S NOT JUDGING HERE.]

So will I.