trusthell | Week 6.

Week 6.

WEEK 6
The number of Survivors left is dropping at a quick pace; the King got what he wanted, for better or for worse; Tarrlok and Lynne were victims of both fate and some sort of magic that most in the Vault still don't quite understand, and Misa Amane has been executed, not for her particular brand of "justice", but for murdering two innocent people.

It's been a bad week.

However, Saturday is given to regrouping and sleep; there aren't any bodies to be found on Sunday morning. But that doesn't mean the night was uneventful - it seems something else may have brought you some newfound clarity. Or perhaps not...

Once again, that spiral staircase leads farther than you remember, clear up to a previously inaccessible sixth floor. Go ahead and explore as much as you like; you've done well. You've earned it.

SURVIVORS REMAINING: 14

SUNDAY | MONDAY | TUESDAY | WEDNESDAY | THURSDAY
[OOC: Welcome to week six of Trustfell! Save your threads for coins and the coming week's activity check; don't forget to check in to this week's activity check and submit your memory regains!

The text and calling posts are still active, for the sake of contacting the jerk who's keeping you here, to be used at your leisure!]

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[He can tell, and he sets a gentle hand on her shoulder as he goes on.]

That's natural, I think. Wanting to be missed but wanting to spare your loved ones the pain.

For what it's worth, I doubt he'd be able to cut himself off, even if he tried.

Because he really really likes me?

[Because she knows she couldn't for that reason. He makes her feel the way a troll hunt does and that's wonderful. He seemed to like it too, though the punchy feeling that usually comes with these thoughts is away for the moment.]

Exactly. You can't get rid of feelings like that so easily, even if you're Mettaton.

[He might try, but Cherryblod doubts he'd get anywhere.]

[...]

If you're sure. I just know that I'm starting to feel like a beached sea beast around him, and thinking that I might not be able to see him again--

[-- Hold on, she's not gonna let her voice break for long, though evidently she's kind of surprised by it herself. She clears her throat, perplexed, and shakes her head.]

Well, I'm not gonna think about it. There's no point in worrying about things like that when we could be dead by the end of the week anyway.

That's probably for the best. But before you go back to not thinking about it, do you want a hug?

[He's here for that. Always is. And she sounds like she could use it.]

[.....................]

Well, if you need it so badly, Cherry, I wouldn't mind you using me as an excuse for one.

[So yes, she'll take that hug, in the most prideful way she can.

Her grip's pretty noticeably tight.]

You've found me out.

[That's alright. Squeeze as hard as you want, Sigrun, and make all the excuses that you need. He'll squeeze back and let her say anything that makes her feel better.]

[Sigrun's not a woman who cries, and this time is no exception. She just kind of needs someone to hug, yeah. Physical contact is nice.

She'll draw away after a moment though.]

... Mind keeping a secret, Cherry?

[He didn't really expect her to cry in the first place.]

My lips are sealed.

[He's good at keeping secrets.]

I think I'd probably kill someone if the Kingmaker could guarantee that Mettaton would be happy, safe, and free. You know, that he'd be able to go wherever he wanted to and all.

[Thaaaaat is a big secret. She's kind of stumbled on really recently.]

...If that applied to three people instead of only one, I'd probably do the same.

[In other words - he's not judging.]

[Good to know they're terrible people together. The aggressive flute notes gotta stick together.]

You're a little better than me, then! I just want him to be able to see everything I've talked to him about, you know? Paintings and stories can only get so far. And ideally I don't want anyone to die for that cause, but... you know. Yeah.

[If she could get the chance in front of her, it'd be really hard to say no.]

Of course. I want to get my children out of here and happy, and in Mettaton's case that means getting you out of here. I can't sacrifice any of you for the others.

[Otherwise, he really might.]

[... Aww, Cherryblod, that's kinda embarrassing. Don't make her feel goodish when this is a terrible topic.]

He doesn't-- I mean, I definitely only improve his life by being around and all, but I'm sure he'd find a way to be happy even if I wasn't! It's not like I'm necessary or anything.

Maybe if you were already dead at that point, he'd find a way. [And that much is cruel to say, but the rest of this topic is just as cruel.] But if someone directly sacrificed your life to save his - well, he wouldn't forgive me for it, to say the least.

So I'm not planning on throwing you under the bus for his happiness, because that's counter-productive.

[...]

In that case, I may be having to be save more people than I first thought. Mettaton wouldn't forgive me for throwing you to the wolves, you wouldn't forgive me for throwing Yosuke to the wolves, and I'm pretty sure that Yosuke wouldn't appreciate it very much if I took Black down with the rest of them for you all.

... I might as well just try and save everyone then. [Wooow, how troubling.] Everyone that wants to depend on me, anyway. If they think that the Kingmaker's a better bet, I can't stop them, but that's them definitely owning up to themselves.

That's a much better idea than murder, after all. I'm glad we had this talk.

[His smile is back, and natural.]

People take their lives into their own hands when they choose to try and escape. But I'd pick you over the Kingmaker any day, personally.

I'd better not see you on trial anytime then, Cherryblod.

[Sigrun seems better now too, more relaxed when she gives him a friendly punch.]

'Cause I won't forgive you if you go back on your words there. It means a lot to me, since... Well. You know. Just how good of a leader could I possibly be if they all start trusting that guy, right?

[She says it like a joke, but it's still been weighing heavy on her despite the words she's heard form others. Just a thorn in the side. A softly spoken doubt that won't leave.]

[Ow. But he's smiling as he shakes his head.]

It's their own decision. You can't know how bad things would be without you here, but I suspect they'd be far worse.

[-- Well, that particular piece hasn't been told to her before.]

I... guess so! I actually told some of my worries to Mettaton waaay way earlier in the week and he said that no one thought I was failing them or anything like that too.

[... Which touches her now, since he confirmed yesterday that he didn't perform in front of her. So he's not saying things she'd want to hear. A part of her had thought he might be as... well, as stupid as it seems now.]

It was just kind of hard to accept thinking like that at the time though. It still is, if I can be honest with you. Feels kind of like I'm a rookie all over again.

... I'll have to thank him when I see him again.

If you were completely confident right now, despite how much has happened, that would be the hallmark of a bad leader. Complete overconfidence doesn't make for good decisions. And if you were ready to give up because things aren't going well for you, that'd be a sign of a bad leader, too.

That you have these worries, but you're still doing your best for us is the best sign of a worthy leader I can think of.

You're the best one for the job and you're doing as well as anyone could. It may not mean much to hear me say it, but it's what I believe.

[Sigrun ducks her head a little, playing out a random snatch of a tune from home on her lyre, and nods.]

Yeah, I got it. I know I am.

[But it's definitely stronger this time.]

... Thanks though. You've really got a way with words. Must be your hundreds of years of experience talking.

Might be that. I'm better at supporting people than I am at investigating or coming up with theories in the trial - so I'd like to hope I'm doing alright.

[Aside from a few moments of despair, he knows it's his strength.]

[She still think he'd make a great leader.

But a second-in-command works just as well, too, and she'll grab his hand to shake it.]

I'll welcome your support any day then, as my right hand. I know you won't let me down.

[He's got a firm grip and a smile that suggests he's genuinely touched.]

I'm honored, captain.

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