WEEK 9.

[trustwellness]

WEEK 9 The only two deaths this past week were due to rule violations; Bruce Wayne and Kimihiro Watanuki have joined the deceased. The deceased, however, still seem to be among you - that is, if Noir is to be believed. Either way, one thing is clear: for the first time in two months, a week has passed where no one has murdered. With no trial, Saturday is relatively quiet. 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... Once again, there are no new floors available to you; is this a good sign, or just claustrophobic? Either way, the air has been seeming a little heavier nowadays, despite the lack of murder - but who knows, maybe it's all in your head. APPRENTICES REMAINING: 8

SUNDAY | MONDAY | TUESDAY | WEDNESDAY | THURSDAY

[OOC: Welcome to week nine 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]

Oh it's just awful here!

There's no bats, I can't even erase memories, and most importantly everyone's blood just tastes mediocre, even someone I know should be delicious and my lover's! It's wretched.

[ Her writing got a bit more hurried and sloppy by the end there. ]

[trustwellness]

Oh no, that sounds terrible!

[matchbreaker]

It is! I'm glad you can understand!

[ . . . Or maybe it's just a sympathetic book, but. ]

[trustwellness]

I try too! But obviously I'm not a vampire, so there's only so much I can get!

[matchbreaker]

Well a book has to have their own problems too, right?! So come on, let's hear them!





Read them!

[trustwellness]

Oh, I don't have very many problems! It sounds like you guys are dealing with a lot, though.

[matchbreaker]

Twenty-two people are dead.

Well twenty people and two animals

But the animals are like people-animals.

And some of the people were like demons or aliens but those are still people I'm pretty sure these days.

[trustwellness]

I'm really sorry. How many of you were there to start?

[matchbreaker]

Thirty. There were thirty people here two months ago.

[trustwellness]

That's so terrible...

[matchbreaker]

It really is, yes.

I didn't think much of it when during the first week Ushiromiya killed Adelina. I didn't even want to get whoever killed the princess killed up until I realized that ending the "class" would kill everyone except the winner.

And then in the second week, that fish girl smashed up the guy with the fake horns. Then that rat bastard Kira murdered Chiyuki in the third. The Gold and Silver killed Kimbley the next week, but we only needed to kill Gold because he technically did the last hit. Silver's still alive. And then next week, the cooking demon went nuts and killed Viktor and the dwarf.

During all that time the animals blew themselves up and Angela and Milla got killed for sleeping.

Then Gangrel killed Phi and Vanille. I thought that'd be the end of it with twelve of us left, but then Wordsmith threatened the souls of the dead, and Mikazuki decided to up and stab Orihime to stop that. And finally just the other day this whacko named Bruce and the bean sprout tried to kill Wordsmith and got killed for it.

So there it is.

Twenty-two.

[ THAT WAS SUCH A RAMBLING. Her penmanship got a little worse. ]

[trustwellness]

Thank you for telling me about all of it. That sounds really hard on all of you. I wish there was something I could do to help.

[matchbreaker]

Do you really not know anything important abut Wordsmith or shadows or Noir or dead people or golden keys or lockboxes or the building we're in or gummy tails or anything else like that?

[acherontiastyx]

oh she's an ai of some kind? that makes sense. she's not really like the pokemon that seem kinda like objects.

pretty wild ai though. dang.

[acherontiastyx]

Well, I like spraypainting, so it's... pretty much the same thing.

...

But anyway. I just wanted to see if this would help get it out of my head. Plus it looks cool. I'm not gonna deny that.

[brushstroke, brushstroke...]

Oh. You're okay. I think? You're super not dead.

[trustwellness]

SHE'S SOMETHING LIKE THAT, YES. I WOULD HAVE TO ASK THE PERSON I KNOW EXACTLY HOW SHE WAS MADE, BECAUSE I'VE GOT NO IDEA - I DON'T REALLY WORK WITH THAT SORT OF THING.

[trustwellness]

I'm not allowed to write about anything like that. I'm sorry.

[feistytrader]

This one's strong too.

[He pulls out the vodka!]

It tastes gross, though.

[He's on a quest for something... Well, tasty.]

If I'm gonna do this, I want it to taste good.

[acherontiastyx]

are they a wizard of some kind? sounds kinda like magic. or sufficiently advanced technology, which is just fuckin' magic.

[acherontiastyx]

Isn't everyone? Man, Saturday was pretty great.

How are things on the memory front, by the way? Do you know how your friend's doing, or...?

[trustwellness]

THEY MIGHT AS WELL HAVE BEEN, HONESTLY? IT'S NOT LIKE I EVER GOT TO HEAR ANY OF THE SECRETS BEHIND IT.

[acherontiastyx]

huh. who was this person. i mean. are they dead, i guess.

[trustwellness]

MY SISTER. I DON'T THINK SHE'S DEAD, BUT I DON'T KNOW FOR SURE.

[acherontiastyx]

dang, some sister you got. guess it's good to hear she's probably alright, then.

[trustwellness]

SHE'S A MUCH BETTER PERSON THAN ME. I MISS HER SOMETIMES.