Trustfell 4: Trust Fall or Die Hard (
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WEEK 3.
As the second week draws to a close, two more have joined the deceased. Christo and Alani are dead, leaving twenty-six of you remaining. It may not seem like very many have died, but their absence will certainly be felt. 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... Just like last week, a door in the stairwell has opened, leading you down further into the building; there are more rooms open to you down there - possibly even one that you'll find personally interesting. Go ahead and explore all you like; after all, you did well at completing your lessons this past week. APPRENTICES REMAINING: 25 |
SUNDAY | MONDAY | TUESDAY | WEDNESDAY | THURSDAY
[OOC: Welcome to week three 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!]
WEDNESDAY
Retaliation.
The silence won't last for long.
While most of the building is fine, there's one room that rather noticeably is not – anyone passing by the library will note the heady scent of blood emanating from that room in particular. And anyone poking their head in to see what's going on will notice that there's someone sitting in one of the chairs.
Upon second glance, "sitting" is perhaps an overstatement; she's leaning back in the chair, head tipped to the side almost as though she's asleep; there's no mistaking what's actually happened here, however, due to the large number of swords that have been slammed into her chest. It looks like serious overkill – there are at least eight of them – and they seem to have come at her from somewhere in front of her; her body is positioned a bit awkwardly, legs skewed out a bit and arms slack in the chair as though there had been a physical, involuntary jerk forward with the impact, and there's a thin trail of blood coursing its way down from her mouth.
There's a fair amount of blood besides that; the seat behind her is covered in it, and so is her long blonde hair.
Milla Maxwell is dead.
While the natural inclination for some might be to approach, however (and while a far less natural but no doubt possible inclination for some might be to try to investigate), any attempts to do so won't get terribly far; almost as though it was waiting for people to be around to witness the aftermath of whatever happened here, it isn't long after people have arrived that the room seems to darken slightly.
Here's hoping that at least some of you are in the practice of looking up.
The darkness from the pit – the entity made of shadow and silt – is spreading out high above, against the ceiling, dimming the lights and graying out the room; it isn't long before some of it it finds purchase on the walls, slipping down between a set of the shelves and moving to wrap its tendrils around one of Milla's ankles.
The process is quick from there, far quicker than it is in the pit; it darts up her legs and proceeds immediately to the rest of her body, consuming her whole. It takes the swords; it leaves the chair.
And then it leaves, seeming to dissipate into the floor. What remains on the ceiling takes a little longer to leave, almost as though it's watching for a moment. Looking for something, maybe.
The Wordsmith's voice can be heard over the system; it seems he doesn't have much to say to you today, outside of a few brief words.]
Do try to mind Rule Three from now on.
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But then the room gets darker, and he naturally looks up, to see if something is wrong with the lights. And then he sees the pit, above them. And then the shadow.
The shadow barely makes it to the walls before Watanuki bolts from the room.]
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Some part of him feels like he should try to warn people away from approaching, but he's far too preoccupied with staring in some mix of awe and horror.]
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[There was that initial impulse to go to the body. She couldn't do anything for the woman, but Mercy feels like she has to try. That impulse is gone the moment she looks up.
To her credit, she doesn't scream, even as she feels like she's frozen in place. She watches the entire thing before it feels like she can move her legs again. She looks pale and shaken up as she finally leaves, going into her room and shutting the door with a loud slam.]
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Gold's sure glad he left Polibo back, as much as he... kind of wishes he hadn't, actually, because seeing a dead body is-- it's a strange sort of feeling, it's clear how she died, and he's certainly someone who's natural inclination is to step forward to investigate (despite the tremble in his movements, despite his mind feeling like it's got a hell of an Icy Wind rolling across it), but obviously no one gets that far before the black mass descends.
And just takes her. Lingers, like it's watching them, looking for something, and then leaves.
He's not sure he really hears anything Smitty said either, but he sure is doing his hella best not to look terrified and just. kind of stand close to the doorway, wanting to leave but not being able to.
That secret's sure burning a hole in his pocket today.]
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... Actually, she should ask Smith about that.
Well, whatever, she intends to just try to get back to sleep until a little while later she hearts the "Do try to mind Rule Three from now on."
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What was rule three again? Did someone die? Groaning, she gets out of bed and sniff the air. She makes it to the library in time to see the blood not cleaned up, but she does not make it in time to see the body or the shadow creature eating said body. If anyone's still around the woman, who hasn't had time to brush her hair asks: ]
What in all hells happened?
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[His eye may have twitched just a little.]
I don't know what I've missed, but unless there's an active investigation, someone please find a mop immediately.
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...why?!]
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...And she doesn't exactly stop looking at the mess either, her expression somewhere between fright and awe. She's probably going to be standing there for a while, dazed, before she returns to reality and goes elsewhere.]
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...If only you had slept somewhere more safe.
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[He had expected death to come, but certainly not so soon. His mind drifted to his slowly growing horde of people under his protection. Vanille in particular came to mind, a thought worsened only by the knowledge she had imparted on him on Saturday.]
[The sight of Milla brought no relief. He'd never spoken to the girl, never really had the chance, but it didn't matter. No one else was supposed to -- ]
[Varric's thoughts screeched to a halt as he noted the shadow creature begin to descend from the walls. His palms itched, and he kicked himself for having not grabbed a crossbow, or prepared a molotov cocktail like Viktor had suggested.]
[He watched it until it was gone, observing its movements, searching for weakness. And the second it was, he retreated to his room.]
[It was going to be a long day.]
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wh
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oh, all four Tapus
he just stares at the display slackjawed until he can manage, in a barely audible voice:]
Holy shit.
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Silver spends a good amount of time in room 12, which is technically Gold's room but god damn, he's never spent a day in his, so what the hell is the difference. He's content to try and unwind a little, but it doesn't really work out very well, given the secrets and... Everything this morning decided to be.
So! he sticks a note on the front of their door, saying:]
I'll share my secret if you share yours. Mine is kind of bad, if you're worried about that kind of thing.
-Silver, not Gold, I promise I won't hit on you.
[It's an offer, and maybe he'll feel a little better if he shares this damn thing with someone. If it helps someone avoid murder, all the better. Either way, the door's slightly ajar, and he's chilling on his bed, chatting up Weavile about... uh, Pokémon related stuff. Something to do with trading?]
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Watanuki does not actually take Silver up on that offer, though. Not right away. His secret is far too personal, and he still doesn't fully understand what it means. Having gaps in his memory makes that difficult. But the more time he spends on other tasks, the more he thinks back to that note. Maybe he should tell someone else? Silver is a better choice than most here- not his top choice, but still solidly within the top five- and if the motive suddenly becomes relevant at the trial then it would help to have someone to vouch for him.
Because he's not telling everyone his secret. He would sooner accept the execution for a murder he didn't commit than admit to what was on that paper.
So, finally, Watanuki does come back. He knocks on the door, waiting to see if Silver has guests or not.]
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So it's for that reason that he knocks.]
Hey.
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Is the offer open even if I already shared at the meeting? [ Chiyuki's... not entirely sure he'd want to share his with her anyway, given his uncertainty about her, but it's worth a shot. It's not like she's gonna tell anyone. ]
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ROOM 12
...uh, yo.
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Orihime knocks on his door. ]
Silver-kun?
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That said, he'll knock before entering, despite the fact that the door's ajar; he won't really say too much to announce his presence, just letting the kid know someone's there before he comes in, last thing he wants is to startle somebody and get something sharp to the face.]
Hey, kid.
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Are you serious about this?
[The amount of ?????? is kind of impressive here.]
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When she shoots, the recoil is a bit much for her as she's almost always pushed back. It's clear she's never really used a gun before, but with everything happening, she's sure going to learn.
Though the better question is probably where the fuck did she get a gun?]
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When he's done he won't be sticking around, as he's bringing a plate Room 8. Knock knock.]
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kitchen - maybe not here?
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... Gold's still not entirely here, but he'll be spending a good deal of time in the billiards room in the morning regardless; notably, Polibo isn't with him today. After a while of playing pool, he throws darts.
And then he leaves. Goes to the bar to debate if he should try drinking again or just... continue laying on the counter. It's not a good day today. Silver's taken the room for himself, and though he should probably hang with his bro some considering the-- everything, maybe, he keeps thinking of something that makes him very much avoid that by being out and about.
Spends some time in the kitchen (as close to Silver as he's willingly putting himself today) and lingers without eating unless someone gets him to make something. Ends up going to the games room to set up a Go game for anyone who looks interested.
Ends back up in the billiards room at night, looking for all intents and purposes that he wants to stay down here with how he's determinedly playing again. He'll leave at some point, of course, because he doesn't want to end up the way Milla did this morning, but he's not gonna be sleeping tonight anyway.]
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billiards night
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Phi didn't really understand Milla, and she's not completely sure whether anyone did, but she comes to a singular conclusion: today she needs a drink.
Unfortunately Phi is a novice mixologist at best and as such she is second-guessing herself a lot; should you find her in the bar she seems to be primarily looking at the liqueurs. Sweet and/or fruity appears to be the order of the day... but also remember that, if her profile is to be believed, she's 20.]
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