trusthell | WEEK 9.

WEEK 9
The only two deaths this past week were due to rule violations; Bruce Wayne and Kimihiro Watanuki have joined the deceased. The deceased, however, still seem to be among you - that is, if Noir is to be believed.

Either way, one thing is clear: for the first time in two months, a week has passed where no one has murdered.

With no trial, Saturday is relatively quiet. 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...

Once again, there are no new floors available to you; is this a good sign, or just claustrophobic? Either way, the air has been seeming a little heavier nowadays, despite the lack of murder - but who knows, maybe it's all in your head.

APPRENTICES REMAINING: 8

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[OOC: Welcome to week nine 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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[...Well, if that's what she's going to ask, he's going to hold up his creation.]

They will. You can walk around with them, but mix around their ingredients too much and they'll go off. That's why I'm making this.

[...It looks vaguely like a fanny pack. A maidenly fanny pack. He opens it up and reveals little elastic straps tightly sewn to the inside and puts a jar in one of them to demonstrate. It's not going anywhere.]

[--Oh! Woah, that's...]

...That's incredible work, Silver. That should prevent the contents from mixing to the point of no return...

[And. You know, exploding right on you. Because that'd be terrible as hell and would likely cause hella frostbite.

Still, Lusamine looks back to the current bag she's making...]

Have you obtained other weaponry? Perhaps from that machine.

[...Black and red aren't really Lusamine's colors, are they? That's strange.]

The vending machine loves dumping out weapons. I've got two different swords, one of the hammers, and some kind of gun.

[And Gold's cuestick, but that doesn't really count.]

[...hmm. Lusamine sticks her arm into the bag for a moment to test the depth--perhaps she should add more to it? That'd make it easier to store some items...

Well. She'll toss the bag over to Silver, then.]

This is for you, then. Do you believe this would be deep enough to hold the gun, at the very least?

[...Oh. Well. He's not going to refuse it, at any rate.]

Yeah. The gun's not that big.

[He gestures with his hands to show something pistol-sized. Just a little longer than his hands, that's all. That said, he looks the bag over.]

Thanks. This is pretty cool. It's a lot better than all the frills.

[...He is here for pink, but he's not here for white frilly stuff, really.]

...Do you want a backpack, Lusamine?

I imagine, but you're quite welcome. Personalization isn't my strong suit, but I figure simplicity and color would be far more suitable for a project like this. Frills are a bit of an acquired taste.

[...Oh! Lusamine perks a bit at that, smiling.]

Why, that would be incredibly sweet of you, Silver. I would like that--it would be nice to have something to hold everything.

[She hasn't gotten a bag to drop at all and carrying around stacks of paper in the early weeks and a sketchbook in the later ones has been torture.]

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