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

[paralogical]

[ He will enjoy it!! For now. When Terumi goes down Suoh steps back and gives him some room. He's not interested in kicking someone when they're down, plus his hand burns. He spares the gash on his palm a quick glance as he waits for Terumi to get back up.

But when Terumi stands and sprints (tch, fast one), he steps as far as he can out of the way of the knife. Terumi is quick though, so he gets a light cut on him. At least he's learning; sharp things are bad, Suoh. ] Why wouldn't I? Playin' around with you might be the most fun I've had here. [ Fuck the murders and fuck the trials, tbqh.

But, hm. Okay, he moves further back. He's gonna wait and see what Terumi does next. ]

[hentopan]

Keheheh for someone so "Reserved" you're a lot less borin than that makes you sound.

[ Like, maybe the previous scuffle they had was a fluke or something, but this confirms it. Terumi for his part is content to take a survey of the situation, his chest hurts like hell and he's used to having at least two balisong knives and not just a kitchen knife. He has a few options here, and he doesn't really want to stop. On the other hand, catching his breath would be good, and he's always here to dialogue during a fight because Blazblue. ]

[paralogical]

[ Hm? ] That the "title" they gave me?

[ He isn't too surprised, more put off than anything. It isn't a title he'd pick for himself—not that he knows what he would pick. He's been "King" so long it's hard to consider any other title, even if that one doesn't quite fit either. Ah well, whatever. If they're taking a quick break, he might as well... what? He's not sure, and now that he's just standing here he's starting to feel dizzy.

Tch. Damn. ] Think you might've won.

[hentopan]

Hah, you didn't even notice that's what they named you? [ Honestly Terumi doesn't know what to make of Mikoto, especially after all of this. ]

It's a pain in the ass being on a "level" playing field. [ Which is to say he is much more tired than he should be, and he won't even gloat besides a large sneer because owwww. ]

[paralogical]

[ What can he do but shrug?? The profiles don't interest him, not sorry. The second thing the guy says, however, that does. ]

You too? [ Heh. Should've known. He touches the blood on his chest with his left hand and looks down at it. Damn, that one's bad. ] Gotta say, not used to bleedin' this much. Shame we couldn't go at it with everything we've got.

[hentopan]

That mean you woulda attacked me with something more than your head? [ His comment doesn't sound as derogatory as it could be, he did have fun after all. Now that they've called it (not that he really wants to but if he won it's OK he guesses), the kitchen knife goes back into his pocket. He causally leans back against the nearest wall, trying not to focus on how his chest hurts. ]

If they wanted a real show, they wouldn't have sealed us like this. Screw being fair, it's not the world works anywhere.

[paralogical]

Yeah. I would've. [ He didn't take it that way anyway. Excited maybe, intrigued, and wanting more—but not derogatory. The part about the world not being fair though, that makes him laugh. Not openly and not loudly, of course. He's not that kind of person.

It's more of a short, low exhale that shows he's very clearly amused. ] That their excuse for all this? "Leveling the playing field" is a pretty shitty justification when none of us have a "fair" shot at the ones in charge. ... 'course, that's always how this shit goes.

[hentopan]

Yeah, that was the doll's excuse when I talked to her bout it. Not sure what she expects— even without my powers I'm not going to lose a fight with a brat. Jeri probably can't fight worth a damn anyway, or he wouldn't feel the need to hide like he is.

[ Why are there so many teenagers here, really. Terumi shrugs though,fixing his coat. That is definitely going to leave one hell of a bruise, but eh. ]