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

[heritrix]

Without altering memories? Probably not. If you want to forget something, it's a given that's because it left a deep mark.

[She could be completely off base since his response was so unhelpful, but that's her guess at what he means.]

[hentopan]

Meant forgetting things. Hard to get all of it, and even if you do, history likes to repeat itself.

[heritrix]

[It's true, right down to genetics. That's how Saberfaces are born.]

Humans don't typically live long enough for that. When they do, it's called perverse irony.

[hentopan]

Hah, doesn't work like that in my world. But you wanted someone I want to forget, huh?

[ He folds his arms, getting somewhat comfortable leaning against the nearest wall. ]

How bout a period instead? Like I said, doesn't work that way with people no matter how convenient it might be.

[heritrix]

People stick with you, but events can fade, huh? [Rin adds a little more color to the clouds in her picture, then nods at him.] Sure. I'm interested.

[hentopan]

Would you believe if I told you I was one of the Six Heroes who saved the world?

[heritrix]

...a hero-hero, or an anti-hero?

[hentopan]

Hero-hero.

[ Judging by how unenthusiastic he sounds about this, he's telling the truth. ]

[heritrix]

[...huh.]

My gut reaction is surprise, but when I look at it from another angle it make sense. It's connected to your secret, right?

[hentopan]

Hah...that wouldn't be totally inaccurate.

[heritrix]

How did it go, then?

[hentopan]

I'm the one who taught humans bout magic, remember? This bitch, Nine— decided she would unseal me and use my knowledge to combat this threat which was going to destroy at least of the human world. Course I wasn't going to help her: why would I? They made that mess of their own creation even if I did help them along~.

Anyway, she used a control spell on me, had to do whatever she wanted and couldn't lie to her and all that shit. [ He trails off here for a second before resuming. ]

So I had to help her, at least until I was able to get around her spell and stab her in the back and make her my slave. It really was a pain in the ass even if she got what she deserved in the end. Like I said, history likes to repeat itself: it's not the first time someone's tried to make me do whatever they want.

[ Which might remind her of his profile, one of his normal likes: his freedom. ]

[heritrix]

[This is why you try to hold on to your Command Seals, folks. But even with the possibility of betrayal, at least Servants willingly choose to join the war.

...Honestly, even if it failed and she her methods were questionable, Rin can't help but admire Nine's decision. No one would want to work with a guy like this if they didn't have to, and that sounds like the kind of situation to force one's hand. Not like she's going to say that, though.]

How long did you have to work with her like that?

[hentopan]

Four years.

[ A beat. ]

Repeating countless times.

[heritrix]

A time loop?

[hentopan]

Bingo, bingo! I should tell the lovely girl what she's won huh? Too bad I can't, I'm a little short on prizes here~.

Too bad!

[ If you wanted just a taste of what Alena dealt with that night... ]

[heritrix]

[#alena-did-nothing-wrong

Rin huffs and looks away, back to her painting.]

And just when I was about to feel sorry for you.

[hentopan]

[ Ah, that actually gets him to drop to an actual normal voice without his usual inflection. ]

I don't want your fucking pity.

[ ...which was actually the whole problem that night. ]

[heritrix]

Then you won't get it. You got out of that predicament on your own, which is more than what anyone else in the same situation would usually be able to manage.

[Tenacious indeed.]

[hentopan]

[ While true, he's not sure how to take that. ]

I know.

[ ......... ]

Anyway, forgetting some of that shit wouldn't be so bad. But if I want to kill someone, it'll be because I want to, not anything Jeri threatens.