trustfell | WEEK 5.

WEEK 5.

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.

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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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[ Yes but she wouldn't care? She considers a moment, looking over the picture in her hand again, and then sighs. ]

The term doesn't matter, I merely meant you've chosen to show concern and will your way in to hear me.

Does that bother you? You could have kept the door closed, after all.

It is... unexpected?

[ she looks more at the picture, and then she sighs, letting it glide uselessly to the floor in the dark. ]

... No, perhaps I cannot even say that. It's strange, I suppose, to be looked after.

I can understand that feeling. But - please know that I will always be glad to keep you company, no matter the situation.

Even if I'm being voted to that pit? That's a bold statement to make, princess.

[ She laughs a little at it, a tired old lady laugh. ]

...I doubt I would even be allowed in that situation, regardless of want.

Oh, certainly. But to say such a thing, that's so board as to be... well, it seems a little overly optimistic.

I suppose I see nothing wrong with optimism. Or, rather... I see no point in dwelling on negative things that might happen, apart from being certain I am prepared for them should they arise.

[ Always, eternal. promises. All of it swirls in her head -

James died.

Honestly, any of them could die, and the memories might fade. She might need to take action. These human brats.

She hisses through her teeth. ]

Well, then that would make you stronger than I, would it not? Despite the title, of course.

[She pauses, as though surprised, and then shakes her head.]

...No. Of course not. That is not what I meant at all.

To be prepared for all, and to be optimistic towards the outcome. To hold ideals strong enough to allow for ignorance. That sort of confidence is strength or foolishness. Perhaps both.

If it is strength, it has been recently gained. I am not...

[She hesitates, as if she's not certain whether she should go on, but—]

In truth, I wonder if I have given you the incorrect idea. You say I have the bearing of a warrior, and it may be true, but - I had never wielded a sword before several weeks prior to arriving in this place. Months ago, I was still terrified of spiders and darkness and conversations with strangers. I never left my home, never picked up a weapon to protect another person, until shortly after my sixteenth birthday, and that was when I no longer had any choice.

[It's said with an air of guilt, of shame.]

As far as strength goes, I still have much to learn. So - I do not mean to say I am a stronger person than you.

[ It's good that she can be self-aware of that, that's the first thing Elda thinks. She pressed her hand on the wall, digging her nails in lightly. In the end... well. Yes, no matter what baring she has, no matter what confidence or bravado she shows, she is still sixteen, is still inexperienced. ]

That you can recognize that speaks well for your future character, even if I was teasing you somewhat. Damning with faint praise, I think is the phrase

[ she glides back over in the darkness, and hopefully Adelina can see her just a little, because a hand goes onto her shoulder. ]

Bravado can be charming, but overabundance of it is frustrating. I's fortunate you see that.

[She sees Elda just before the older woman's hand finds her shoulder, and between it and her words... She's been worried for most of her time here how people would receive her if they knew her profile was fairly generous. Words like warrior and monster slayer sound impressive, but it's not as though she's an expert in either area, a fact she's felt no small amount of guilt over.

In any case, she didn't expect such easy acceptance - no, such encouragement. It's hard to stop her voice from being invaded with sudden emotion, sudden relief. She's felt like an impostor, at best, and a liar at worst.]

...Thank you. That is quite kind of you to say.

Hardly. You impressed me on the first day, remember? My estimation of you might've become more measured over time, and certainly my knowledge of how frustrating your will and optimism can be...

[ She clicks her tongue, the touch on her shoulder gently squeezing before she takes her hand back. ]

But thinking that you were capable enough to question Green's estimation of you as a child - that remains true.

...There is a saying in my world, about how hope should follow each step you take. So, I was raised to be a certain level of optimistic, I think.

[But.]

All the same, I was raised... to be content. To stay inside, to not take large risks. I was not raised to be strong. The reason I have become that is due to the people I have met. People such as you.

-- I haven't done jack for you, girl.

[ She blinks at this, mildly confused. Actually a little alarmed. ]

[There's a blink of her own, and a shake of her head.]

Of course you have. You are...

[How to quantify it?]

Someone I hold dear.

-Why?!

[ Look for Sayaka she can understand it but ... Why? her? ]

...I do not quite understand why you are confused.

I just said it, I've not done anything!

Perhaps not from your point of view, but... I do not need others to do things for me in order to care for them. What matters more to me is the sort of person you are. And for lack of a better word, you are, well - indomitable.

It is not difficult to draw strength from those who have their own.

[ She grits her teeth. Is she? she's always prided herself on it, she knows she's strong. But... to be told that... ]

Well, if that's how you chose to see it, then draw it all you want. I've that to spare.

[ Despite what she just said. ]

[Despite the circumstances, it earns a small laugh.]

You make it sound like a bad thing.

Of... of course not!

[ and she... laughs. She laughs, throwing her head back and laughing her evil old lady laugh. ]

I'm strong, I've always known that! I'm not going down here, and if you need more strength, then I can accept that, strange though it is!

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