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trusthell2016-04-10 12:00 pm
trustharder) wrote in trusthell2016-04-10 12:00 pm
WEEK 7.
Two more Survivors have left you; Aqua was killed in cold blood and Mettaton... well, your thoughts on Mettaton probably vary depending on how close you were to him, but either way he chose to end Aqua's life and paid the price for it. There are so few of you now. 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 seventh floor. Go ahead and explore as much as you like; you've done well. You've earned it. |
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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[ It's said very softly, very matter of factly. Certain. He's kept things from her before; he'd do it again to keep her safe and happy. ]
The Kingmaker told me once he wouldn't have told Caren's sister about what she had done; I'm willing to bet the same applies here. She'd just never find out about what happened here, about what I had to do. It'd be easy.
[ A small laugh. ]
And if she did... She'd be disappointed in me, but it isn't like she wouldn't have done the same.
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[Mettaton's philosophy, Cherryblod's assurances, the thing that's making things for her as a leader easier when dealing with the reality at hand. As much as she doesn't like it.]
But I still don't think you would even if you thought you could, Black. Even if they were real and she was someplace like this. I want to believe you wouldn't, anyway, because you're a lot kinder than that.
I mean, I've been proven wrong before, so feel free to do it again! It's not like I haven't lost enough.
[-- Though that's wrong to say and she knows it, grimacing slightly with a shake of her head. Don't mind.]
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He stays tense in her hug, slowly rubbing his eyes with the heel of his hands; he wiggles them back to his lap after another minute, picking at his cuticles. ]
Sorry. Thanks.
[ Sorry for the reminder, thanks for the words. It's only her job as leader, he's sure she'd say, but it's more than that and he knows it. He'd have to be pretty stupid to just take her at face value when it comes to the sweeter stuff. ]
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You're important to me. Simple as that.
["Leader" has nothing to do with it at this point, just like how it "leader" had nothing to do with Mettaton. And hadn't for a while.]
And I'm, uh. I'm sorry I said that. The second thing. About the... you know. [...] About proving me wrong. That was pretty harsh of me.
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[ ... ]
I don't know if I could do it either—I feel like I'd chicken out on finishing the job because I know I wouldn't get away with it. [ If he absolutely could—he might give it serious thought, might make plans. ...might still not go through with it anyway, knowing he'd be damning some of his best friends.
Getting attached was a mistake, but Cherryblod's right: it's only human to. ] I'm sorry for worrying you too—I'm sure there's a couple more people worried about me too, so if you see them and they mention me, would you reassure them I'm okay? That I'll be okay.
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[Because you can bet your ass pretty much every day but Thursday she's gonna sleep here. It's got her paintings in it too.]
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Black hums noncommittally; it's hard to say if it's the absolute truth, but... ]
I'll try to be okay? [ ...does that work? ]
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[She'll give his hair a good ruffle before she lets him go, leaning back on the bed.]
Just don't bottle everything up if you've got someone to tell, sweetheart. You know I won't judge you for anything you put out there to me. I've had my own share of questionable opinions in the past.
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You might judge me for a couple of things.
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I can't ever think of anything when I'm put on the spot. [ ugh... let's see? ] ...I keeping making deals with people I probably shouldn't?
[ ...yeah? ]
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Like what do you mean?
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Not getting into everything I had when I was just a kid... [ He hums. ] I agreed to let an entity of questionable morals reside in me and gave him full control whenever he wanted it on the stipulation he didn't hurt my sister?
[ ??? Yeah.]
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Like... a ghost?
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I don't know, actually. He was more powerful than a ghost, I think, but he wasn't God or anything like that.
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But okay. Believe in your one god. They won't help you now.]
And you let him have total control of your body so he wouldn't hurt your sister.
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Whi— [ He pauses, then shakes his head. ] Mary. White and Black are just nicknames; Mary was her real one. She used to hate it because there's a ton of nursery rhymes with it, but I always thought it suited her. I can't imagine her being anyone else.
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... And really she's not that surprised they're nicknames, as odd of nicknames as they are. They're a little too strange even in foreign taste to be real names. Maybe.]
So what's your real name?
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[ ...he sort of thinks it's a name too grand for someone like him, but it's his. ]
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....yep, just that. ]
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[trick fuckin question]
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of course she is. ]
That's fine too, I guess. [ Kitten............... ]
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