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!]

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[blackmass]

[The cursed arm Zabaniya unravels, flying out to grip the heart of its target. A sure kill, befitting of the Servant called 'Assassin'. Black Keys flash silver in the sunlight, both attacks striking home and only one disabling its target. Of course--even a Servant could not destroy a heart that did not exist.]

['I will kill. I will let live. I will harm and heal. None shall escape me. None shall escape my sight.']

['Such a hopeless wretch! Do you still seek mundane happiness!? Do you not understand that such a thing does not exist for you!?' Blood painted the stone wall as the crunching and splintering of bones were paired with the laughter of an old parasite masquerading as a human and the lines of an exorcism rite spoken in a steady voice.]

['You will never find it. Kirei, you were defective from birth. Just stand and watch, never fitting into the world...!']

[And just like that, any lingering good mood he had from the trial was gone in a puff of smoke. Kirei awoke with a faint scowl, collecting himself into his usual impassive smile before heading to the kitchen to make coffee and consider breakfast--later on he'd move to the fifth floor, particularly the chemistry lab with some mild interest. Zouken was dead, that was certainly a positive thing to focus upon. But those words stuck in his head like a splinter of broken glass, and though he focused on what he did as the day wore on the priest didn't seem like he was paying attention to much else.]

['May you make your place in the world, then. Whatever that place may be, even if you have to change the world to do it.']

['...Kyrie eleison.']

Chemistry lab

[matchbreaker]

Are you going to go mad scientist on us too?

[ ... How does she keep just appearing places? ... Okay no, Kirei lightly noticed her. She's in the door frame now, watching the man sort of walk his way through the room with some mild...

Interest?

Interest is the wrong word. ]

[blackmass]

I can assure you it's not something I planned on.

[but, you know. things happen.]

Did you want something?

[matchbreaker]

This room smells awful, it caught my attention first.

[ Shrug. ]

What about you?

[blackmass]

Simply looking for something to occupy myself, nothing more. Checking on what manner of chemicals were here seemed as good an idea as any.

[matchbreaker]

... Christ's bleeding hands, you're that bored?

[blackmass]

You don't think it'll be prudent to know what's here if someone turns up poisoned?

[matchbreaker]

[ . . . Okay, point.

She'll step into the room proper and walk on over to look over what he's looking ]

Or what could be a bomb, I suppose.

[blackmass]

Precisely. I for one would appreciate some advance warning in the form of understanding what we may potentially end up dealing with, in case we have anyone skilled in chemistry or stupid enough to simply throw things together.

[matchbreaker]

Okay, but are you skilled enough to know what this all is?

[ Like, she's intently looking this all over - her eyes glazing a bit - and sort of... well, "trusting" in his hopeful expertise here. ]

[blackmass]

I've studied a wide range of things, including alchemy.

[because of course]

This seems no different than the average mage's collection of materials.

[matchbreaker]

... Read the room, Priest. That was your cue to pick up some vial and give a description.

[blackmass]

I'm not much of a chemistry professor.

[kirei..............]

Chemistry lab

[heritrix]

[If Kirei's interest is mild, Rin's is fierce. What a great room? It's so well stocked; if she had something like this at home—she'd have to make room for it, of course, but the shelves would be a great way for organizing materials for anything she might need, magecraft or otherwise. Rin's a kid in a candy store here; some of the salts are out, and she's currently checking out the beakers and a vial rack, and while she hears someone come in, she doesn't bother to look up to see who's there.]

[blackmass]

...Of course you would be in here. Have you found anything useful?

1/2

[heritrix]

[Dammit, it's him. Rin's good mood doesn't quite deflate, but it's definitely noticing a pebble in your shoe.

Oh well. She was going to seek him out today, anyways.]

[heritrix]

[Looking over her shoulder at him, she sets the beakers aside for the moment.]

That would depend on your definition of useful. Back home this would be a small gold mine, but if you mean to ask if anything out of the ordinary has turned up like those keys, then I'd have to say no. Not yet, anyways.

[blackmass]

[he's kind of a moodkiller]

Well, perhaps we'll be able to put some of this to use sooner or later. I would qualify that as 'useful'.

[heritrix]

In that case, yes. There's a lot we can do with what's in here, though the same goes for what can be used against us. I noticed multiple toxins.

[She points them out to him.]

With the way the last two trials have gone, I'd remove them if I didn't think they'd be restocked by tomorrow.

[blackmass]

Would that it were that easy. For now I think the best we can do is be sure to take inventory of what's stocked here in case someone ends up poisoned.

[heritrix]

I'm already on it, though if you want to do your own check I can't stop you.

[With a dismissive hand wave.]

Putting aside that, it's good that I ran into you today. I have a question.

[blackmass]

Do you? Very well--what is it?

[heritrix]

How is there an eighth Servant running around in the Holy Grail War?

[blackmass]

An eighth Servant? That certainly is unprecedented, but not impossible.

[heritrix]

[Rin places a hand on her hip.]

Possible or not, it's not something that should happen. An eighth Servant allying themselves with a harmless gnat like Shinji Matou? Even less so. The last I saw him, he was running with his tail between his legs straight for your church, so if there's anyone who could explain that it should be you.