trusthell | WEEK 4.

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: 23~~

~~APPRENTICES REMAINING: 22~~

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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[he nods, and then fucks off for, like... ten minutes, actually, because he decided "well there's probably some stuff in the infirmary that could help," and he ends up coming back with an armful of medical stuff, which he brings into the room and drops on the bed.]

...Thanks.

[and he's gonna start dressing that wound assuming sportacus brought some appro stuff??? knowing him the guy probably tucked an apple in with the medical supplies or something.]

[psh he didn't bring an apple what is he an amateur. he brought grapes those have more iron in them.

he sits down on the bed, legs crossed.] That was seven years of bad luck, you know.

[wow gee golly gosh grapes it would've helped if you brought wine]

[with narrowed eyes:] I don't believe in bad luck.

It obviously believes in you. [beat] I'm trying to say "that was a dumb idea" in a nice way.

I'm well aware of that. I blacked out, but I should've stopped myself.

Edited 2017-02-15 20:18 (UTC)

... Blacked out? [haha like he wasn't concerned enough] Are you okay?

Well enough. Its not something you need to worry about.

You blacked out and punched a mirror. [WHAT PART ABOUT THAT IS HE SUPPOSED TO NOT WORRY ABOUT???

he sighs.] I want to help, Bruce, even if it's just a little bit. Please, let me.

I think it's completely normal to be frustrated with this whole thing.

[He grumbles.] You can't help, and even if you could, I don't need it.

Everyone needs...

[if he's learned anything, it's that Bruce won't do things to help himself. and he kinda gets that.]

What happens next time? What if what's in front of you isn't a mirror? [...] Accidents can happen.