WEEK 5.

[trustfellows]

WEEK 5 Tabitha Smith, Sigrun Eide, and Solf J Kimblee are all dead. Regardless of what you think of the trial or the events leading up to it, there's no denying that you can feel the dent in your numbers now. After all, ten people are gone now. It may be hard, but all you can do is keep going. 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... What with Jericho's excitement at the last trial, it's evident now more than ever that the new floor that's opened up to you is a gift, a reward for a job well-done. Because while surviving is something that you'll continue to try to do of your own merit...well. Let's say that he's so, so very proud of you. PARTICIPANTS REMAINING: 25 PARTICIPANTS REMAINING: 24 PARTICIPANTS REMAINING: 23

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[OOC: Welcome to week five 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

[blackmass]

Yes--originally, I believe that was in fact the case, and most likely is so following Shinji Matou's death.

[bloodbiter]

[Her expression brightens a bit.]

That's a wonderful idea! It could at least make this place seem a touch less dreary. If you would like me to, I should love to help.

[bloodbiter]

I look forward to it, then.

[She gives a nod to his statement.]

Thank you, that's kind of you to say. And - it is strange to me as well, I will admit. It feels a bit odd to be without my sword, but I imagine it will be a while until I regain it.

[hentopan]

Keheheheh...is that all, really?

[bloodbiter]

I will admit that I do not recognize most of the items there, but... I suppose when swung with enough power, they could be very damaging, correct?

[A pause.]

Which is worrying in it's own right, quite honestly.

[heritrix]

[Envying HF!Rin even less now, tbh. This should have nothing to do with her, but Rin sighs all the same.]

When I cornered her in the school and made her show me her hands and arms, she didn't have Command Seals. It wasn't until after that I realized Shinji was a Master, and Rider died in the same instance so it became a moot point, but I'd wondered. Shinji is someone who should have been ineligible as a Master in the first place.

[And now on her side of things, he has that golden Servant; one that's far more powerful than anything Shinji should have the capability of summoning. So who is he working with? If Zouken is up to something after all, then she has to consider even...]

...It's not my business, but I am curious. Is Sakura on her grandfather's side in all of this?

[blackmass]

[honey you've got a big storm comin]

...My memories are unreliable enough that I am not certain who Sakura Matou is truly aligned with.

[Lying through omission was something that came as easily as breathing to Kirei. He knew very well that the crest worms still remaining in her nerves made her effectively Zouken's puppet, but he certainly hadn't asked whose side she was on. Plausible deniability and all that.]

Retaliation.

[trustbound]

[There are a few notable things happening rather early in the morning on Wednesday, for those who care to check.

The first is that the library is occupied.

The second is that Alena's office is not.

Anyone in the general vicinity of the library this morning will actually notice Alena moving toward it at a quick pace; not like she's in a particularly urgent hurry, mind – more like she's on a mission of some sort, and she's not in the mood to be stopped or questioned by anyone. Her expression is hard, and anyone who tries to catch her physically will be shoved off with a surprising amount of strength and no answers to speak of, just the notion that she should be left alone.

She's still got Caren's pendant on, and her hair is noticeably tied up in a braid today; she's been wearing it like that since the past weekend was over. But that's probably not important.

She draws up short when she gets to the room she's looking for, pausing in a way that seems almost awkward in manner; she shifts a little, trying clearly to not fidget with her hands, before she enters and finds the person she's looking for.

Katniss is sitting in a chair near the shelves, tucked off in a corner by herself; she's got her head propped up, but she appears to be, for all intents and purposes, asleep. Alena moves to sit next to her, taking one of those chairs for herself and reaching out to stroke Katniss' hair a little; the motion is gentle, but it seems that she's rather focused on doing...something, mentally, it's just difficult to say what.

Her left hand continues to run through Katniss' hair; her right reaches out toward open air again, the way that it usually does when she's in the pit and looking for a weapon.

After a moment she seems to find one, a large firearm that sits heavy in her hand. Before she can be stopped – or maybe just before she can second-guess herself, it's hard to tell with how blank her expression is – she's got the muzzle of it jammed up into that soft area beneath Katniss' jaw, angled toward the back of her head; given Katniss' utter lack of reaction to anything – Alena's touch, the hard metal of the gun being shoved against her head - it's likely clear by now that whatever she was focusing on earlier was probably a means to make sure that Katniss remained asleep.

Alena pulls her left hand away, and the trigger is pulled quickly and without hesitation.

Katniss' skull shatters.

Katniss Everdeen is dead.

Alena doesn't move from where she's sitting, nor does she pull the gun away from where she's got it pressed up against Katniss' head; she just goes very still.

After a moment, Jericho's voice can be heard over the loudspeaker; he sounds...odd, like he did the last time someone was punished. Sort of detached from the whole thing.]

Guys, we mean it when we say don't break the rules around here. Rule Three was broken this morning. She paid for it, but I'm sure you guys aren't too happy about it.

As usual, we'll deal with the body. For now you can just get out of there.

[hentopan]

[ He's silent for a few moments, which is probably more unnerving than anything else. ]

Hope you're a fast learner. [ He's not going to ruin his own kitchen knife for this, so he grabs one of the tools here and a small block of wood. Let's see... general shaping is first, and it's clear his movements are practiced. ]

Or better than Hazama. How you hold it matters, just like the way you cut someone matters.

[destage]

[...Sayaka made a goddamn mistake following Alena when she saw the woman going out of the office.]

Katniss...

[What the fuck. What the actual, unholy fuck. She's fucking outta here.]

[firstaid]

It's just the one book so there shouldn't be any cliffhangers...!

[She would be the type to try to do one long session...]

[bloodbiter]

[She only sees Alena as she’s entering the library, and enters herself once the woman is inside. Her eyes widen first in confusion and then panic.]

No—!

[She says it as soon as she sees the gun. She may not be familiar with them, but she can imagine it’s purpose. Though she takes a step forward, it’s much too late to do something. She can only watch as the weapon is fired, and she brings a hand to her mouth in horror as it serves it’s purpose.

For a moment, she just stands there with her hand poised there over her mouth, before she slowly lowers it to her side and closes her eyes. There’s nothing she can do. She has to...

With one last parting look at the girl’s body, she turns abruptly and exits the library, looking both shaken and furious.]

[firstaid]

[The library is a place where Estelle likes to frequent so she probably went in there only to witness... this...]

N-no...!

[Well, she won't stay even if Jericho hadn't ordered it.]

[shuttermouse]

[ Welp, that sure was a thing that happened. Chie raises her camera to snap a picture before hurrying out of the library. ]

kitchen

[bloodbiter]

Ah - are you sure?

[She looks at the soup, then back towards Sayaka.]

[spiritform]

[Milla puts down her pencil for the time being.]

I have been aware that we were allies to a certain extent for a little while now. But at least as my memories are now, I cannot say I have known him for a very long time.

[She knows a little more now than she did the first time she remembered him. However, not everything is clear cut.]

You're acquainted with him as well, correct?

[brandnewday]

Adelina! H-hey!

[Hibiki didn't make it to the library, but she heard that announcement. She paid for it. Which means it's a girl. And she's so relieved to see Adelina that she sort of wants to hug her but she looks pretty angry.]

What happened? Did you see what happened?!

[spiritform]

[...Milla closes her eyes for a long moment, lingering but an extra few seconds before they open again and she steps back out. She maintains an aura of strength, but she doesn't like this one bit.]

[bloodbiter]

I shall take your word for that.

[She nods.]

The shape of their face, first. Is it more angular or do they have softer features?

[bloodbiter]

Don’t go in there.

[It comes out a bit forcefully, before she takes a breath in an attempt to regain her composure. Her voice comes out more somber, more saddened, when she speaks again.]

Katniss is dead.

[bloodbiter]

...I can at least listen to your worries. I can offer you company.

[Even if she doesn’t know how to change the situation they’ve found themselves in.]

[destage]

[...oh jeez.

So she's basically some kind of goddess, that makes sense.]

...It sounds like you led a very lonely life, Milla-san.

[It sounds kind of crushing, but...]

But...I think you do a good job, you know? I can see why it brings you so much joy, but I think you've done a good job of interacting with all of us all the same.

[destage]

No. We...I don't think we are, not at all. That's just the way life works--that we're built by the experiences we have. Without those building blocks in our lives, we're basically hollow.

[says the person with little to no life experience herself

Sayaka does admittedly peer up a bit to see what Susan's got going on, before going back to writing a bit. The page she's on has plenty of recognizable names, though at least one or two who aren't.]

...I'm not sure. It's kind of a conundrum, isn't it? Along with everything else here.

[spiritform]

I have always thought that I should feel blessed; surrounded by spirits and humans alike. However... I cannot say that a part of me doesn't wish for a "normal" life.

[That's not something she'd ever say to her friends back home, because she knew they'd feel bad. And in truth she isn't unhappy with her life. But one does have to wonder what if...]

Thank you, Maizono-san. I hope that I can continue to support you all.

[destage]

Positive.

[Sayaka smiles a bit, genuinely...before pausing.]

Ah, do you want me to have some first? Just in case, I...understand that something like this looks a little silly, probably.