WEEK 2.

[trustfellows]

WEEK 2 Two people are dead. Jean Kirstein and Caren have both died due to a tragic accident. Of course, you're not entirely innocent, are you? You voted, you played into this game the Coordinators are running. But you know the stakes now. You know what failure to complete Rule Seven really means. No more excuses from here on out. Saturday is given to regrouping and sleep; come Sunday morning, the clock chimes the hour at seven o'clock and there are no dead bodies to be found, so it can be assumed that all of you are safe for the time being. That said, you'll be feeling a little groggy when you wake up; it seems you've regained something that you didn't realize you'd lost... Of course, exploring the building from here on will reveal something new: namely, a stairwell in the northeastern corner, leading upwards toward a new floor entirely. Another sign of how things are going to progress around here, maybe; chances are you'll enjoy what you've been given, but was it worth the lives of two people to obtain? PARTICIPANTS REMAINING: 33 PARTICIPANTS REMAINING: 32

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[OOC: Welcome to week two 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 Coordinators, you can do so through private meetings with Alena!]

Comments

[heritrix]

[Rin sighs, reaching for a pillow to hug to herself.]

This and that are unrelated. I'll be better soon, with rest.

[Hint, hint.]

[matchbreaker]

Oh, you can magic away the flu?

[ . . . She either missed or ignored the point. ]

[heritrix]

[Siiiigh.]

No, you can only treat its symptoms. Curing the common cold would be more miracle than magic.

[And again not related. There are no sniffles or coughing here; the only flu-like symptom Rin has is a fever. Actually, if she ever drops the pillow, she's holding herself more like someone would if they had a severe bone fracture in their arm. She kind of has to resist the urge to faceplant into the bed for fear of jostling it.]

Can your kind even get the flu?

[matchbreaker]

When we're young, certainly. [ It's why it's always important to protect children. She turns to look better at Rin. sitting cross-legged towards the end of the bed ] From adulthood onwards...? Well, not so much - most illnesses meant for humans don't apply. It's not impossible to get a headcold or deal with infections, but it's not like we're going to be bedridden.

[ More miracle than magic... so magic has limits? ]

[heritrix]

Interesting... Then you're born a vampire?

[matchbreaker]

Oh obviously! [ She laughs a little. Man, she hates that myth - the idea that she was ever, ever human. ] Anything else's just some legend - if you pegged me immediately, shouldn't you know that?

[heritrix]

Dozens of interpretations exist, regarding vampire lore. Their longevity as well as their repulsion of garlic and the cross are common staples in many tales, among others.

[Rin closes her eyes as if centering herself, and waves a hand.] It was an obvious connection to make, even as I noticed inconsistencies with the genuine vampires of my world. We can file this away as Inconsistency #3.

[matchbreaker]

[ Oh she's heard the stories. She... considers clarifying, but the there's a priest here. If someone thinks the cross is going to make her back down or burn her, that's to her advantage, right? She nods to herself. ]

Well, hoey. If yours are closer to those old stories, that's unfortunate.

[heritrix]

I'm sure my ancestor would agree. Or maybe he wouldn't. He's had a long life now because it's that way.

[matchbreaker]

... You're a vampire too?

[heritrix]

Didn't I just finish telling you vampires aren't born that way in my world?

[...well, True Ancestors are, but they're rare and have more to do with Tsukihime anyways. We get the scrub vampires in Fate who were bitten.]

[matchbreaker]

Well ye-- oh. ... Oh. oh you mean they were human and got bitten.

[ . . . That's a lot more lame. She deflates. ]

[heritrix]

Mm. And for clarity's sake since you made that distinction, he wasn't my blood ancestor, but my magical one of sorts. It's thanks to him that the Tohsaka were led astray and introduced to magecraft.

[She says this with a little smirk though, like she doesn't find that a bad thing.]

[matchbreaker]

[ astray... What. Oh, wait, no, they were followers of Europe's God, right? They have to hate vampires in every world, there's no two ways about it. So she probably means that, right? The woman runs a nail along her lip and nods. ]

You going to make it more clear what that even is that you said wizards are so different?

[heritrix]

I can't go spilling all of my secrets. Who knows if they might be relevant here? I've told you more than I should have as is already,

[matchbreaker]

You did say we'd discuss it later.

[ . . . Or maybe she said that?

... But yes, that's why she forced herself into a sick girl's smelly room. ]

[heritrix]

[Did she? Well if she did, she kind of expected to be out of here by now... But okay, Rin shrugs, then winces like it hurt. Right, moving on.]

What am I receiving in exchange for this information? You made a big deal about your secrets when you barged in uninvited.

[matchbreaker]

... Your secrets won't get you killed, right? Unless mages or whatever have some self-destruct button.

[ . . . Then again, wait. How this room smells, how ill she's been...

She wonders... Wait, how sh's carrying herself and - ]

... Oh, I get it. You can barely move one of your arms.

[heritrix]

[...well, Rin's clamming up for two very different reasons then. Spot on, Elda.

Tensing somewhat, Rin forces herself to remain rigid and not grip the pillow in her lap any tighter. Its positioning is no coincidence.]

[matchbreaker]

[ No answer... oh, she was spot on, huh? She's not no idea why, but she was favoring one arm as far back as the whole party with the questions, at least a little, right? She's been around less and her body language now...

The vampire's eyes turn more catlike and she smirks, apparently satisfied at the idea she got it right. She even Evil Old Lady chuckles. ]

[heritrix]

[Rin frowns, and makes sure to keep her her head held high.]

And? What does that mean to you?

[matchbreaker]

How should I know? You broke your arm, got some long term infection in there...? I guess if you're being cagey it could be made of magic or something and because none of us have powers it's rotting off. That'd explain the smell in here.

[heritrix]

[She's being cagey for a much simpler reason than that. If your enemy is weak, wouldn't you take the opportunity to strike them down?

That goes for anyone, but it should be a piece of cake for Elda especially, who's already forced herself into her room. Rin regards her skeptically, unwilling to voice that. Why give her ideas?]

It can't be that bad. Even if it were, it's medicine; it's not supposed to smell like a bakery.

[matchbreaker]

... Oh, about that! I was going to offer you a peace offering!

[ and she produces from where she dropped it as she came into the room... a pillow sized sac of a bitter ass dark tea. The tea of mourning. she tosses it towards Rin. ]

There, that'll cover it up more.

[heritrix]

[Tea? Rin peers at it. She doesn't think she saw this blend in the kitchen before, but barring that:]

A peace offering?

[That's the thing she focuses on; obviously Elda couldn't have known there was a strange smell in here before she came in, so apparently she came with the intent to bring Rin the tea from the start.]