WEEK 8.

[trustwellness]

WEEK 8 Orihime Inoue and Mikazuki Munechika are dead thanks to the Wordsmith's motive. While only two have died this past week, it feels much emptier around here now. There's only ten of you left. There's so few of you now. 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... Unfortunately, regardless of how well you may or may not have done this week, it seems that there's nothing else for you here. No new floors have opened up below the seventh; it looks like for now, that truly is all. Perhaps it's a good sign. Perhaps it's one of the worst yet. Only time will tell. APPRENTICES REMAINING: 10 APPRENTICES REMAINING: 8

SUNDAY | MONDAY | TUESDAY | WEDNESDAY | THURSDAY | FRIDAY | SATURDAY

[OOC: Welcome to week eight 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

[matchbreaker]

You ask me to recall ancient memories, you know.

[ She laughs a little at that, but she does draw circles on the counter with her fingernail. Okay... let's see... what did that taste like... ]

[foundfate]

That should be no trouble for someone as spry as you!

[No he's not grinning at his own dumb joke, why would you think that?]

[matchbreaker]

Aww, I appreciate the compliment! But not from someone less than half my age, it sounds patronizing!

[ With a laugh. ]

[foundfate]

[WAVING HER OFF]

What's a few hundred years between friends?

[matchbreaker]

Are you being bold in calling us friends in the first place?

[foundfate]

You just spent several minutes trying to figure out how sweet a food is, a food that you will never be able to eat, because I happened to be the one who made it. You tell me if that makes us friends or not.

1/3

[matchbreaker]

[ Wait- ]

[matchbreaker]

[ - Don't you entrap her!

She growls, and reaches for something to throw at him! It's... It ends up being an orange. For some reason ]

3/3

[matchbreaker]

[ . . . But she won't throw the orange, instead sort of flicking it towards his end of the counter so he'll be forced to catch it ]

Do not be so presumptuous! Besides, what have you done for me like that in return?

[foundfate]

[You know how he used to flinch away any time she did the angry thing? Yeah he doesn't even blink at it this time. Instead he just waits her out, only speaking after she asks her question.]

I'd like to say I helped you get friendlier, but I know that wasn't entirely my work. Hmm...What would you have me do in return, then?

[matchbreaker]

You're a real brat this week, aren't you?!

[ Even if you may or may not be using watashi idk you tell me.

... But she laughs it off anyway ]

[foundfate]

[He definitely is, and has been the entire conversation.]

Sorry, I can't help but be me.

[matchbreaker]

Not to mention putting on airs! Yeeesh, are you trying to go for dignified, after all this?!

[foundfate]

[He shrugs.]

You know how old I am, I had to grow up at some point.

[100 years of memories at once can be quite a thing.]

[matchbreaker]

[ Oooooh...

Oh, okay.

Her nails press on the counter. ]

You caught up to those listed years, then?

[foundfate]

For the most part.

[He pauses for a moment, remembering the conversation he had with Silver on Sunday.]

I'm still me, by the way. Don't go thinking I'm some new person! I'm just more patient now, thanks to a hundred years of taking crap from people all the time.

[matchbreaker]

Why would I think you different?

[ She said, with her more arrogant tone ]

You're still a spring chicken to me.