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]

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.]

[matchbreaker]

Well yeah I was going to break into your room so it seemed polite to bring a gift. That's how Japanese do, right?

[ . . . You know, minus the breaking and entering. ]

[heritrix]

Minus the breaking and entering.

[She accepts it though, holding it in her lap. She ran out of fragrance packets over the weekend, so this might work nicely, actually...]

Unless things have changed recently, but I doubt it. I always forget to bring something unless I leave a note, but I wouldn't be that far out of the loop.

[matchbreaker]

Oh, well, we're in a murder school. Petty crimes like that can be excused!

[ Because that... makes sense... clearly. ]

But wow, really? That's mighty slovenly of you!

[heritrix]

It's not slovenly. I was raised with Western sensibilities in mind, so it just escapes me from time to time.

[And she doesn't go out all that often, so...]

[matchbreaker]

[ Elda just never goes out in general, so... like... ]

Still, not the sort of thing I'd expect from your first impression... [ She considers this a moment... Oh. oh wait. ] You've still got to explain more but you're one of those mages-not-wizards and that's a secret! You try to sound more diligent than you are to make you seem unapproachable, right?

[heritrix]

Hey, now you're just being insulting.

[matchbreaker]

Sorry, sorry!

[ She doesn't sound like... at all sorry. as she waves her hand dismissively... ]

[heritrix]

Stupid vampire. I am too diligent...

[And if you asked her, that unapproachable side to her character comes so easily she couldn't really say it's always forced.]

If I give you a vague idea about the difference between mages and wizards, will you get off my case?

[matchbreaker]

Mmmm.

For now, sure.

[ NOD. ]

[heritrix]

[Sigh, fiiiiine.]

The easiest distinction to make is that wizards are more powerful than magi by far. There's not many of them in the world, either. So far as I understand, there's only been five ever known.

[matchbreaker]

... Why? They born special, like they're Merlin's sons or something?

[heritrix]

Hardly. Magecraft doesn't work like that, and True Magic... Well, no one but a wizard could explain how it works. There are those who have gone insane trying to comprehend it, so it would be impossible for someone like me to say how they became as powerful as they did. Only that by accident or design, at some point they made a breakthrough discovery.

[matchbreaker]

[ . . . Okay so... ]

... So Merlin's not real? Or is he one of the five?

[heritrix]

...he actually was, I believe. Bring half-incubus and coming from an age when magic was more abundant in the world, he had an edge over modern mages, but transcended even the casters of his time.

There's no record of his death either, so it's possible he still lives to this day.