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!]
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[Rest assured, he's not into grandma vampires.]
So what's your big secret?
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[ Fair? ]
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Sure.
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She continues to fiddle with the secret between her fingers when, swallowing hard... ]
My husband's dead. Or at least, the memory I got back the other day... seemed like that.
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No wonder you were so upset last week.
[That explains a lot, actually...]
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Yeah.
[ She feels heavy ]
He died in his sleep, and I - I got the memory back of finding that out.
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... She... leans into it. He's a human. He's a child. This isn't anything like with Chiyuki or especially with Hanyuu. But all the same, she leans in a little and then hits him, ever so lightly, in the stomach.
It's not a real punch, just some fake objection. ]
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At least you have a lot of good memories with him.
[...Maybe. Hopefully. Either way, he's going to give her some space again and retreat to his bed.]
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This is clearly a fragile, gentle feeling for her. A warm memory - no, a legion of warm memories. And Elda's smile actually reflects that. ]
Two hundred years worth.
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She's cute.]
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But alright, five questions on my end, right? Are you going to start me off?
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I was kidnapped when I was two. Some old guy wanted to raise me as his loyal emotionless servant.
[That's a start.]
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Was your sister a part of this kidnapping group, or just collateral damage along with you?
[ She holds up a finger ]
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[...This is a lot easier to talk about than the envelope secret, at least.]
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This doesn't count as one of my five [ She gets to decide that, I guess??? ] but you two aren't blood then?
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[Which is for the best, really.]
But she's still my sister.
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[ If she has a bigger comment than that, she doesn't make it. She rocks a little in the chair and then finally, a second finger, glancing towards the cat thing ]
So did Gold rescue you from all that, or did you meet him later?
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[...He would have been too far gone if he didn't get out until he met Gold anyway.]
He was a pain in the neck that kept getting in my way, but he eventually helped me out.
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Where were your parents in all that?! Did they kill them or something, I hope!
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We took care of that guy when I was eleven. I only managed to find my dad when I was thirteen. Well, we found each other.
[...]
It's not as bad as it sounds. I was living in a completely different region than him, and I did my best to make myself scarce at the time, since I didn't trust anyone.
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The offending note falls on the ground, Weavile or anyone wants to be sneaky and pick it up. Not that Elda makes that obvious because it fell via her slamming a fist on the desk and standing ] What self respecting idiot lets their two year old get kidnapped?! Or doesn't manage to find them for eleven years?! That's a disgrace, no parent should be able to look themselves in the mirror if they gave up like that!
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He didn't give up. A lot of people and Pokémon would be a lot better off if he did.
[He pulls his envelope out of his pocket and throws it at Elda.]
End of Karin spoiler??? does anyone care???
[ She shouts this, but she also catches the envelope, mildly surprised. She makes to open the thing to look at it, but she's still fuming. What Weavile gets... well...
It's possible it won't make sense to him but, ]
Elda Marker was complicit with allowing her granddaughter's memory of her family to be erased so that she could live the rest of her life as a human.
[ Elda doesn't know what that means, doesn't know how that's possible, and the sheer idea of it is deeply, deeply alarming to her ]
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["Silver is the heir to Team Rocket, an organization so bent on power and world domination that it regularly endangers the world."]
Do you know how many thousands of Pokémon Team Rocket's hurt? The lucky ones are driven to madness, and the less lucky one become their basement experiments. They've destroyed cities and sent countless people into a panic. They might be trying to capture the creator of time and space, and who knows what they're planning on doing with Arceus if they manage to catch it.
Team Rocket didn't exist before I was kidnapped. I don't care if I could have had a happy life, or if my dad loves me. I need to stop them before they hurt anyone else. What I'd be better off with doesn't matter anymore.
[Weavile quietly holds onto the letter for a moment, considering what to do with it. He's not entirely sure what it means, but...]
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