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trustwellness) wrote in trusthell2017-02-12 11:44 am
WEEK 4.
Three more have died this past week. Milla Maxwell was killed for breaking a rule, Chiyuki was murdered, and you all had a hand in executing Yoshikage Kira. It seems like this isn't going to stop any time soon. How many more will join them this week? 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... Despite the Wordsmith's reaction to the last trial, it seems as though you've been rewarded once again for a job that was...well, it was done, even if he didn't explicitly say it was well-done. Another door has opened in that stairway, it seems, leading you further down into the building; once again, there are more rooms down there, more things to occupy yourselves with. Or perhaps just more means to get creative with regards to how you take initiative with your fellow Apprentices. APPRENTICES REMAINING: 20 |
SUNDAY | MONDAY | TUESDAY | WEDNESDAY | THURSDAY
[OOC: Welcome to week four 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!]
MONDAY
Retaliation.
Anyone looking out of the stairwell and down the hallway will be greeted with the sight of thin tendrils of darkness and shadow wrapping their way around the wall, leading into the doorway to the infirmary and indicating that perhaps there's a larger concentration of it inside.
It won't attack or hurt you; anyone looking up will notice that it doesn't seem to be flowing in from the ceiling this time, either. It just seems to be there, flowing and pulsating gently as it shifts around against the wall, almost as though it's encouraging you, urging you inward to see what's happened inside the room it's claimed for the time being.
Should you choose to enter, it'll draw back against the wall as though wanting you to see what's happened here; there's the still form of a person lying on the floor, a chair knocked back nearby in the sort of haphazard way that happens when one jumps up too fast. There's a fair amount of blood on the floor beneath the body, and a good amount more on her back; the source of it isn't difficult to see, either – one of those swords that had been piercing Milla's chest seems to have been rammed through this person's back, in a position that implies that it'd run through several vital organs on its way through and out the front of her chest.
It seems to have been a single, very precise strike; it's very likely that she died instantly, her blue eyes still open in an expression of mild surprise. Parts of her face are obscured by the front of her blond hair where it's fallen loosely towards the floor in the front; just the same, she's easily and immediately recognizable.
Mercy is dead.
Once again, however, the dark flowing mass hanging back near the edges of the room will approach the body once a few people have come in here to see what's happening; it's a bit more obvious this time, with the entity in the room to begin with, but it doesn't seem to be interested in letting people investigate, nor does it seem interested in letting people grieve – rather, it seems to want witnesses.
Once again, it's quick with what it does, far moreso than it ever is in the pit, starting with one of her arms where it's splayed out on the floor and working its way across her body; it takes the sword with it as it goes.
And once it's enveloped her it dissipates into the floor, consuming her whole and vanishing entirely into the ground; as before, the Wordsmith's voice can be heard over the system, two simple sentences that he doesn't seem inclined to elaborate on.]
There were a few more mistakes in play alongside Rule Three this time.
I wouldn't suggest trying that again.
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Oh.]
No!
[This may call for a change in plans.]
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She very nearly runs right into the shadowy mass as she makes her way out of the stairwell, and she has to hold the wall to keep herself from stumbling backwards when she sees it. But it doesn't attack...it's just there, and the horror of what it represents isn't lost on the rabbit.
She moves at a speed far quicker than a person, her feet thudding against the floor as she tries to ignore the darkness around her, trying to find the source because it has to be here for a reason--
....and when she finds it, she goes still.
That shadow is still there, as if watching as she looks on at Mercy's body, drawing both paws shakily over her mouth. And while she feels like she should move, she doesn't. She can't do anything but stare at where the poor doctor once was as the Wordsmith's voice rings out above.]
...No. No, she...No...
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Oh... oh fuck. Oh fuck, no.
We're so fucked.
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Which... leaves him wondering exactly what to do with his face, or how to respond, because although he wasn't particularly close to Mercy, she did look out for him, she was nice to him, and...]
This is bad.
[For more reasons than one. It's not the most sensitive thing to slip out of his mouth, but it's the easiest one to process. And that shadow thing wanted them to see this. Why? What difference would it have made if they just heard the announcement...? That's a little easier to process than how dead the Doctor is.]
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A- Angela...!! [She's gone before Hanyuu can even finish shouting.
Why does this keep happening? She stands quietly for awhile before turning to leave, heart in her throat.]
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Why swords?
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...seemed. While Lusamine perks a bit at seeing the shadow creature, actually going and seeing who's inside and...dead is...
No. Oh god--oh god--]
Angela!!
[...why did she do something stupid? Why did it have to be her? Dammit all...]
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[ He'll just quietly slip away now; there's no reason for him to linger anymore. ]
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[He stood in the door way, horror written in his gaze. All he could let himself think about was the logistics of her death, because like hell did he want to think about anything else. About how there were good people, and then there was Angela.]
[And then there's uneasiness, a deep seated worry in his gut. He made a note to come back here later, once everything was settled.]
[Now? Now he needed a drink. A drink and someone to talk to. Good thing he had a phone in his room.]
Re: Retaliation.
She was close to Mercy on some level. Mercy looked out for her, they'd investigated together, Orihime talked to her about a lot of things. So seeing Mercy dead on the floor, only to be enveloped by the same shadow who'd taken the culprits away is more than just a shock to her. It causes her chest to hurt, her stomach to churn, and Orihime feels sick. ]
Angela-san!
[ She starts to run for her before the shadow can take her whole; it's too late. Mercy is already gone.
Orihime's still for a while, trying to process what's just happened, but she can't. How...how do you process a friend, someone who took care of you, dying just because of Rule Three?
She's going to kneel on the floor for a bit and just. Cry. Forget that Mercy was a doctor who knew how to investigate bodies. She was kind and sweet and Orihime really looked up to her. ]
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Anger.
And not long after she's recollected herself, anyone looking for Judy will find her in the Gym, standing in front of a punching bag that's several times her own height, dozens of times her weight, and more at eye-level with a person than a rabbit. But it's not stopping her from taking several steps back and taking a running start, leaping up so she's more-or-less at "eye" level with the bag, kicking out with her hind-legs to pummel the thing before dropping back down to the mats on three paws. Then, she backs up and does it again, this time punching with a bare fist from the right and kicking out with her left foot, shouting as she does so.
She's really just...trying to get out her frustrations here, at being stuck in this place for so long, at the senseless deaths, at how useless she feels to stop it. She'll probably stop if you approach her, but the force she's kicking that bag with is making it rattle on its chains.
Later on, Judy can be found patrolling the hallways of pretty much any floor, looking up and down at the walls and the floor, writing things down in her notebook as she goes. She looks very concentrated, and every now and then she'll stop to read, tapping her foot briefly before continuing on.
Then, finally, when evening hits Judy's gone back to her own room instead of staying up late in the library today. Her door is cracked open if anyone wants to visit, though it's not like she's doing a whole ton. She looks busy when she really isn't; she's pouring over her notes and mumbling to herself, brushing her ears back, writing things down, scratching them out and repeating the process all over again.
She doesn't expect to sleep much tonight.]
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Remind me to never get you mad.
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Judy?
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...and is quiet, besides the sound of her footsteps on the gym floor.]
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gym. goodnight sweet princess have one last thread
Getting your frustrations out, Judy?
bless you viktor
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Well, her first stop is going to be the vending machine after all of that--hoping for something to calm her nerves a bit. Her haul this time is a bit...questionable, but it gives her an idea of how to deal with the stress. ...And some cute items, she'll be wearing those earmuffs because they're cute, at least.
Either way, most of her day is gonna be spent in the Dojo, having one of the mats propped up against the wall while she practices with the throwing knives. ...Well, attempt is the better word for it--Lusamine was never one for upper arm strength, and most of them don't even make it the full length of the throw. The ones that do may as well have landed on the floor, and while it's letting Lusamine release some pent up energy, it's making her frustrated as hell all the same.
The few times she comes out will be for meals--she'll be in the Dining Room with some of the items she won't be using from the machine. Mainly the green mascot suit, the nib pen, the pagan dance, and the feather pen. As much as she likes the boxed lunches from the machine, she's kind of just...picking at her food today. Distracted. And murmuring to herself.]
Why on earth did you do that...? You idiot...
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[we're all so fucked up right now, what does he do, um]
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Hey. I'm getting better at the hot cocoa thing, I think. You... want me to make some?
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Hello Miss. Are you attempting to get in some practice?
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Investigation.
In the late afternoon, Phi returns to the site of Mercy's death, not even a day after it's done, because this is a very good shot at finding something that might be a hint to what's really going on here. And if there's anything that can begin to make up for accidentally dooming civilization, this might just be it.
Time to seek a way out.]
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investigation!!!
... Gold's not really around until later in the day either; he's not avoiding anyone this time, because this is his third dead body (but this was bloodier than the second, and the second was horrifying in a way he can't get out of his head) and he'll have nightmares all over again, surely so, but he has places to be and things to do and
well, Aibo's only been here since yesterday, he's gotta get around too. Polibo's going to be with them too, of course, and the three will be found in different places!
First off, actually, is the mailroom; Gold's taking a few pieces of paper for himself, as well as a pen, but other than that... this is investigation time. There's probably not going to be anything in here, but he figures this might be his best chance to see if there's a way into Smitty's wherever or not.
Afterwards, they're much more free in the billiards room as always, eating lunch and playing 8ball! Aibo is as good as Gold is, though it probably helps to have those two tailhands of his. Polibo likes watching more.
One brief visit to the vending machine later and-- well, the items Gold gets are upsetting in different ways, but he's settled in the library to read both the interview he got and... a book that's very clearly not from the shelves; it's much too thin and child-like for that, but it's got a title anyone could recognize just from reading off Chiyuki's profile: Chavvot.
His two Pokémon aren't anywhere to be seen here. There's four... Chiyuki dolls, however, keeping him company, though one's set apart from the rest.]
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There's something made of blue, navy blue, and pink yarn for Judy Hopps on the table. Her current project is made of orange, yellow, and brown; she also has silver, blue, and black yarn that's not being used--these are for Jasper and Viktor, respectively.
At some point during the day, Orihime heads over to the profiles. Next to the eulogy Varric wrote for Chiyuki, Orihime tapes a bracelet made of purple, black, and white right beside it. She frowns at the sight of Chiyuki's picture, and can't help but look over at Mercy's as well. ]
Your is coming soon, Angela-san... We'll miss you.
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She goes to the kitchen to try and distract herself, and for a little while it works. But halfway through her fifth batch of cookies, she ends up falling to her knees, sobbing.
Once she's done crying her eyes out, she goes to the pool. She changes into a swimsuit--nothing too fancy, but it's pink, of course--and hops into the water. For a while, she floats on her back, staring up at the ceiling. Mostly, she's just thinking. About how messed up all this is, how she's had to face all of this without her friends from back in her world, how Alani would have loved to have a swim in the pool.
... So after a while, she ends up flipping over and starts swimming laps pretty intensely.
Once she's tuckered herself out, Vanille showers and changes into her uniform. She's about to head back to her and Varric's room, but she stops by the profiles. There's almost a hardened look to her, and she lets out a quiet sigh. ]
I get the "disliking Fal'Cie" thing now, I guess...
[ Orphan was a jerk. ]
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INVESTIGATION
Right. So. He calms down a bit, maybe. Takes a few deep breaths. Changes into his generic school outfit and arranges it so it looks disheveled and unkempt.
Yeah. Okay. He's... he's gonna go head to the vending machine and do some gambling to see if it makes him feel better. And surprise, it actually does, because along with a bunch of other shit, whenever he excitedly tosses that Pokeball, it's... it's his giant three foot long spider friend, who immediately scuttles up to him as he kneels down to pet the shit out of him.
Yeah. Okay. He's feeling a little better now. He's doing alright. And anyway, he now has an idea. Ariados gives him a little more range to explore, doesn't he? So does Masquerain, but a spider's a little better for climbing things and getting real close.
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So yeah. He's gonna investigate the fuck out of the kitchen. For a good portion of the afternoon, Guzma is going to be in there along with a giant spider that's currently crawling on the walls and ceiling looking for secrets.]
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