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trustfell2017-09-24 11:45 am
trustfellows) wrote in trustfell2017-09-24 11:45 am
WEEK 3.
You all got to witness Yosuke Hanamura's death earlier this past week. You know what the punishment for breaking the rules is. With Chitoge Kirisaki and Blue's deaths, you're painfully aware of just how little trust this group really has. How long until someone kills again? What about that time limit the Coordinators imposed? Will there be another incentive? There are so many questions, but not a whole lot of answers. 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... And when you wake up, you'll discover that a pattern seems to be emerging, at least as far as the building itself goes; a new floor is available to you, a stairwell across a short hallway from the one on the second floor having unlocked itself. There's not too much of a question about it as a result - at least, as far as what it means. It's definitely a reward. |
SUNDAY | MONDAY | TUESDAY | WEDNESDAY | THURSDAY
[OOC: Welcome to week three 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!]
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Well, what else could I do, when I've got you right in front of me?
[ She knows that isn't... it's not true. It's not the full truth. Sayaka might be (sort of) close to the age of her grandchildren, but she's not them. She's not by a mile. She's a human girl. Sure she's been ... good to her.
... She's been very good to her. Honestly, to the point she perhaps should be suspect. ]
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[Sayaka says that very distantly. Quietly. She's never deserved it. She could pretend she does, but...
Well, honestly, she really doesn't. There's a bit of bitter laughter there.]
You could have done a lot of things, honestly.
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[ She responds, a single finger going up to plant her nail in the top of the cork of the wine bottle. She begins to move it around a little bit, humming to herself. Deserve...? No, it was never about what Sayaka did or didn't deserve, was it? The woman looks around the room for a long moment, and then when she concludes that the room is empty enough, she ...
Forces herself to continue. ]
I hate humans. The look of them, their every action disgust me. Their adults I know are ready to turn on me, to see me as a monster at any moment. Their children are more of the same. Their elders tell those stories to the children, to justify their own heinous, "demonic" actions. It's something I've known for two hundred years now.
[ . . . ]
One good impression doesn't - will not - change that fact. But if I've been good to you, you've been good to me. Keeping my secret as best you're able and bringing me blood on top of it all? I've told you time and again there's something perverse in doing that - sacrificing some of the "life" of your species to me so easily. Blood is life. The weight of those actions can't be understated, even if you don't seem to realize it.
[ She laughs. ]
I could have done a lot of things. Maybe it would have been easier for the both of us if I killed you that first night there, when I tried to instill some terror in you. Ultimately though, I was the one who was scared. I've grown old. Far too old, old enough to know that I'd prioritize my granddaughter's happiness over the actions I know are necessary to preserve the species and old enough that I see her face in a girl your age. No, it's never about what you deserve, it's about what I've seen fit to give.
... Do you find me kind, Sayaka?
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All of that hatred, all of that...Elda's held onto so much over her years of living. And yet, she's somehow she's...kind of struck by that. Honestly, she just hasn't really cared. Blood is blood if it's from the bag, as far as she's concerned, and yet...she's surprised that Elda saw it fit to bring all of that up.
It's why she takes a bit to answer.]
...I do, Elda-san. You've been so incredibly kind to me. Kinder than just about anyone I've ever known, honestly.
Can I...say something to you, too?
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Sure, of course.
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[She smiles a bit, though the expression feels like more of a default than anything.]
I'm used to following my manager's words to the letter. When you're basically treading thin ice at all times to stay at the top, you learn to start jumping before you ask 'how high?'. You do as they say, and you don't question it unless you have a desire to be seen as a liability. Because liabilities, in a business that gets so many people trying out every year...they can be replaced, you know? Replaced, and the one replaced erased. Even while I'm here, there's the distinct possibility that it's happening at home.
While I'm here, I...need to distract myself from that. I fall back on what it is I do best...and that's helping people, no matter who or what they are. Because I want to be of use. I have to be of use. Because if I lose what I have at home? I'll just...go back to that life with my dad, who works so hard that he can't even make time for me anymore. I wanted to make something of my life, so I didn't turn out like my dad, whose probably just going to work himself to death. The fact that I know I've been in two of these now, it means that there's an even higher possibility of being forgotten entirely. It means I won't be able to feel that love I get on the stage...
It's...why I'm so appreciative of kindness, that people like me, especially here. Even if it's just as the person I was expected to become to fit with the business. It distracts me from the thought that I'll lose everything I've worked for at home, and I'll lose all of that love. Someone else will have it, and then I'll just go back to that life, and...after everything I've done to try and fit, it's...
[Sayaka's just...been shaking, ever since she started talking. Shaking really, really badly.]
...I'd do anything to keep that. I've...I've done a lot of things, to keep it back home.
[...she'll whisper her secret to Elda, quickly, before just...turning away.]
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... Why and when did she care so much?
She can't come up with an answer, really. So she opts to just go on instinct the same way she always has. and really, unless she pops off someone in the next few days, it's not like any of these people are going to not be privy to it. She hums, reaches into her dress, takes out the envelope and flicks it towards Sayaka. ]
It's always trite to hear in the thick of it, I know, but there's something to be said for building up something from nothing, even if you have lost it all.
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[That...thought goes right out the window, when Elda passes her the envelope. Sayaka's actually kind of struck to receive it in the first place--knowing that Elda trusts her to this extent, it's...kind of shocking, to have that returned in kind. She'll handle the secret delicately, opening it and...
...
Oh.]
...Marker-san...Marker-san, I...
[The vampire bit? Isn't shocking, to no surprise. No, to know that she was forced to leave her homeland in order to survive--that she left behind her parents, her brother--all of those people--]
...You've...lost so much, haven't you..?
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It burns within her.
She can feel it burning even now.
To that end she rakes her nails softly on the table, exhaling as she tries to center herself. She nods.
She'll speak in a moment.
But... she needs a moment, after revealing that. ]
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...She tries to put a hand on Elda's shoulder, because at this point, it's all she can do.
Take your time, Elda, let it out.]
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You're not a doll, or at least, if you are, you're a very convincing one.
[ She says finally. ]
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That actually gets a pause out of Sayaka, and she...honestly has to turn away a bit. She's not...]
...Are you certain of that? Even you have to admit, compared to most people...I don't really have much of a personality to speak of, outside of what I've been taught to do. I'm...nice. Everyone else is so vibrant and lively...
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[ . . . She should qualify more from that. ]
If you want to be jealous of them, that's fine - might as well embrace that! But if you're feeling that, you might as well consider this the starting point. Even that's not quite right, because everyone has a different way to get to where they end up. In a place like this especially? The point of things is to survive, not stand out.
[ . . . Vampires aren't therapists. They never have been, even if they deal in human emotions. ]
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At the same time, she's allied herself with a lot of weird things, so...uh...]
...Well, I suppose you have a point...
[A. Point she's not sure if she'll be really making use of but.]
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[ She's pulling her envelope back to herself. She... ]
Either way, you do have one thing none of 'em have.
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[Sayaka tilts her head, looking a little confused.]
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[ She nods and then flicks at the bottle in the middle of the table, wobbling it some ]
Like I said, you won't die here.