Trustfell 4: Trust Fall or Die Hard (
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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!]
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nah he'll let her have it, go ahead, do the spot check]
MODS? IDEK?
TO COMPARE THE HANDWRITING. ]
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[...]
'Cause I tried sendin' one back, but thinkin' about it, if it is really her, might've not been the greatest idea.
[Gold is impulsive. Sorry.]
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[ Maybe she's dumb too. ]
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So you put the reply in the message box?
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[/sarcasm]
Yes, I put it in there! I wasn't thinkin'!
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[ Shit. ]
Well, we'll know for better or worse tomorrow. Maybe he'll make up another rule.
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[no one claimed otherwise, thankfully,]
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[ Good... end...??? ]
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[ROUND TWO OF ~SARCASM~]
Pretty sure he can't kill me for tryin' something new anyway, the... shadowbeast aside.
[... God, he did not want to be reminded, yet here he is. The letter's been a good distraction.]
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[ And she said Worst Case, okay.
She also might be a bit stressed, holding the note she compared the new one to tightly ]
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He's addin' them after the fact. He didn't think we'd have two awesome people tryin' to blast our way outta this junkhole, and he ain't thinkin' of this either. Otherwise there'd already be somethin' in place of it. So I'm gonna do whatever the hell I can until that happens, and if something gets put up I'll find a way around it.
[Because that's what he does, he's a stubborn asshole that grasps something and does not give it up.]
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... Two awesome people, huh? Hopps - she was just talking to her the other day, and now she's dead too. There's something surreal about all of this. She hands her head, and noticing where the boy put his hand-
... She doesn't like him near enough to be comforted by that, per se, but she does... ]
... Alright, it's not on me yet anyway. [ . . . ] And if you don't get a reply, I'll be trying some other things.
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[And it sounds like he means it, too, which he does. Gives her hand a squeeze and lets go pretty quickly, playing with his bangs.]
Whatever you end up doin', lemme know how it goes, alright? I wanna make sure we get heard.
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[ She considers raking his face to show this.
...
She instead just pressed a little hard on his chest. ]
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ow.]
You'll be fine.
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