trusthell | WEEK 5.

WEEK 5
Angela Ziegler, Nicholas Wilde, and Judy Hopps were all punished. Zolf J Kimbley was killed and Gold was executed. Five deaths in one week, the most you've seen so far.

Will this ever end? Your number is rapidly dropping.

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...

Those checking to see whether another door in the stairwells leading downward have been opened will see that once again, you've been rewarded with a new floor; perhaps it's a shame that so many people had to die in order for you to receive it.

Or perhaps it's a blessing from a certain point of view, given what almost happened on Thursday night; after all, your number could be much, much lower.

APPRENTICES REMAINING: 18

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Hahaha, sheesh! What a dumb class!

[ She says all this... with a smile... ]

So what's one more?! Not like it's gonna fit in my coffin! [ No, she'll just- okay. She's picking up the gun. ]

Oh wow, lookit this.

[ WOW??? that insult just flies over her head, though, because holy shit--she's grabbing the gun?! ]

P-Please be careful with that, Marker-san!

[ orihime hasn't realized that it doesn't work yet?! ]

[ WELL NOT UNTIL YOU PUT BULLETS IN IT.

We have all sorts downstairs. ]

What, I'm not going to kill you right here?! That'd be stupid.

[ Wow, guns are heavier than she thought. She sort of hefts the thing in both arms ]

[ NO. NO, ELDA. ]

A-At least check if it's loaded or not!

Do you know how to do that?

[ Here, be her guest. She hands it over towards her. Honestly, it's a pretty big thing. ]

...No....

[ WHOOPS. she. honestly has never used a gun before. never needed to. ]

[ Both of them are also (more or less) citizens of Japan too, not like it's that easy to have a gun there... ]

Isn't it surprisingly heavy too?

[ yeeeeep. gun control. ]

Kind of? They look so light since they're so small... And this one looks really nice, too.

[ Well for the record that thing isn't a handgun, even if it it sawed off. ]

Yeah, that's what I meant. That thing's what- maybe two and a half feet long? I guess it is mostly metal.

[ it is certainly a Thing that they'd have to be careful of if it were real, that's for sure! ]

Um...well, if you wanted to give it a try, maybe somewhere else would be better for that...

...Mmm, I don't know about that. I've never really been that into guns.

[ It just stands out! That's all!! ]

You know, I'm still not a fan of this.

[ The short hair. She sort of flaps hr hands up to behind her head ] But it probably feels different, right?

Ah-

[ not a fan of the hair? well, that's alright, orihime doesn't mind! elda's elda, so... ]

It's a lot easier to wash, that's for sure! And...well, you're from Japan, right Marker-san? So...you would understand if I told you that I cut it to start anew, right?

I do. [ She... well, uh. Sorry about the personal space, she's at least going to try and reach around to brush her fingers along the lower end of it. ]

I had figured it was something like that.

Yeah, that's...that's how it is.

[ she stiffens a tiny bit at how close elda is, but otherwise doesn't really react. ]

I grew it out for years, but I thought it was time.

[ Elda's own forehead, still with the writing on it from last night, is right up in Orihime's face now. Because the woman is sort of trailing her long nails over the lower end of Orihime's hair while still facing her. This also means it's a total violation of personal space and their bodies do probably brush together a little ]

I understand the tradition, but the years and years of investment - the loss is hard for me to image. [ And because she's at least a little self-aware: ] That's probably strange to say with a dozen dead.

[ her forehead still has the writing on it, too. i love you.

elda is definitely too close for comfort, but orihime doesn't have it in her to tell elda to back up. she's not...doing anything strange, so it's alright. this is fine, for now. ]

Yes. After...after Angela-san, Judy-chan, and Nick-kun died, I...felt so weak and helpless. But...I didn't want to lose hope and give up on myself and everyone else here. I wanted to remember them fondly and leave those burdens behind, if I could.

[ ... Well, she is.

Or at least, Elda thinks that in his moment ~~she'll ironically be proved wrong in like a day~~ but doesn't give it voice because of what she's been trying to do lately. ]

You didn't have hope in who you were before? That's a shame, girl.

[ She says it as if she didn't understand, but that's to some extent a front. Of curse she did. Her nails scratch at the back of Orihime's neck a little. It's far too intimate but it could be - reassuring? Who knows ]

Still, that tracks. And whoever cleaned it up didn't do that bad, even if I could do better.

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Not really, no. But...it's been...getting better, I think.

[ who she was over a year ago was certainly different from who she is today. elda probably wouldn't have liked meeting the old orihime. ]

Gold-kun did it for me.

[ said with a tinge of sadness. it was the last time they spoke before his trial.

though...with the way she's scratching at her neck... ]

Are you hungry?

[ Gold... ]

Always. [ . . . ] Not enough to starve, of course, but I'm starving for blood that is anything but mediocre. Don't worry, you can't supply it.

[ She pulls her hands back to herself, shaking her head. ]

... That must've been one of the boy's final acts.

Alright. I...I guess if you're in dire need of something, I can give you some of my blood.

[ it's fine. even if it'll hurt, she'd rather keep elda alive than be selfish. though...there are probably others here who will be able to provide more than she can. her blood, apparently, tastes bad. ]

For me, yes. Because he knew he was going to die.

[ saying that out loud, even though she had realized it long ago, hurts. ]