trustfell | Week 2.

Week 2.

WEEK 2
Two people are dead. Ken Kaneki has been murdered, Reaver has been executed - and perhaps most uncomfortably, the Conductor is proud of you all for adhering to due process.

(As always, by which he means that there is a process, and you all are certainly doing it.)

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...

However, once you've shaken that off, there are new things to be looked at; the previously closed-off area near the kitchen has been unlocked, and there's a new floor to be explored - consider it your reward for a job well done.

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[OOC: Welcome to week two of Trustfell! Save your threads for coins and the coming week's activity check; don't forget to check in to this week's activity check and submit your memory regains as well!

The Letters and Switchboard posts are still active, for the sake of contacting the jerk who's keeping you here, to be used at your leisure!]

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[Someone's saying her name. Like what she heard when she was tied up there in the dark, crying...

Ashley turns so Rakka can see her properly, trembling with an armful of apples. When she speaks she sounds...well, pretty dead honestly.] Evening, Rakka.

[There's a strange sort of feeling that hits Rakka when she sees that face, kind of dead looking. The way she talked threw her off too.

It's not much of a surprise that Rakka freezes up a bit as she notices just... what Ashley looks like.] Ashley! A-are you okay?

[That's not a good look for her.]

[The fruit's all set down on the counter-top. The fridge just kind of starts to swing closed on its own, because Ashley's not going to take the effort to close it herself. She considers the questions and just shakes her head.]

I'm not. I- I can't be.

[Rakka will... quietly push the door of the fridge closed. Ashley had already lost her chill, and letting out any more wasn't going to help.]

Wh-what....? [What does that even MEAN]

[Ashley probably never had chill to begin with to be honest.

She huddles against the side of the fridge, hands tight and together, despite her raw skin.] I c-can't, not anymore, not- I can't stop thinking about- I remembered something and- it wasn't good.

[Oh. Oh that was a thing then, was it? Rakka knew that the dream she had this morning was far too real to be anything else but something that... somehow actually happened to her. And it seemed like she wasn't the only one.

A sense of anxiety was sinking in as she watches as Ashley basically shut down.] Y-you mean, you remembered something too?

[Too. That should mean something more...she clenches her jaw for a moment. Nods.]

It's t-too horrible to be real. But it is and- I can't unsee something like that.

[She nods quietly, leaning with her back to the fridge. For some reason, she's finding it difficult to look at Ashley. Or anything.]

Like... a dream that seems like it's too real to be one?

[It was just like what Giovanni said to her before. She wasn't the only one that probably woke up in a cold sweat last night.]

[She shakes her head.]

I knew it was real. From the very start, I KNEW that's what happened to me after I- the man in the mask knocked me out, he took me there and I had to just- [Oh no the panic's returning.]

It was- too horrible to be real because the whole time I was begging for it to not happen but it still did, and now one of my best friends is dead.

[Well, shit. It seemed like things were only getting worse, and Rakka was left unsure of how to change that. It seemed like both of them had their own problems to deal with...]

Dead? [Gulp.] Ashley, what are you talking about? Please don't tell me that something so horrible really...

[For once, she's not sure who's gotten the short end of the stick.]

It did. I heard him screaming and the saw cutting into him and he's f-freaking dead oh my GOD.

[She kind of crumples in on herself, hands to face and shaking her head back and forth.]

I'm sorry- I'm sorry this must not make- any sense, oh...

A-a saw... and... cutting? [There wasn't an explanation for that Rakka necessarily wanted, she was merely reacting out of horror because oh god, Ashley. What were YOU doing before you got here.]

W-wait! Ashley, please! I-it's okay, [not really, but] but you need to calm down!

[Not sure what to do, Rakka just attempted the first thing she could think to help Ashley with. she steps towards the taller girl and wraps her arms around her crumpled form.]

[Nothing that she thought involved all this that is for sure.

When Rakka touches her, she cries out softly; it's a surprise, since her skin is so tender and so raw, and she isn't expecting this at all. It doesn't take her much to lean against Rakka though, with a little sad whimper.]

Why? Why did all this happen?

[The soft cry isn't going to stop her. You're getting a hug, Ashley, this is happening. Except Rakka's not going to be too strong about it since ow tender skin.

Here she is, holding and trying to comfort someone older and taller then her. Let's see how this goes.]

I don't know! I can't imagine how any of this could happen. But, I know that something's really wrong with our memories.

How d-did I forget him d- dying, I was right th-there and he's Josh, he- oh, God, why...?

[That's sort of all that comes from her right now-- that and her arms wrapping around Rakka's small body, brushing by accident against her wings as she cries. She...might be like that for awhile, honestly. It's so much, too much, and she thought she'd been done with crying, but, no.]

[....Good thing that Rakka already felt like crying today, though she was growing more concerned with Ashley at the moment. Please try to be considerate of Rakka's wings! They are delicate - especially with that phantom pain on her mind. There is a special way to hug a Haibane like Rakka.]

I really don't know... [About anything Ashley was talking about at the moment. No one has filled her in yet.

But here she is, hugging Ashley, trying to be soothing. Or at least stop the crying before she starts.]

[She'll try, try to be careful as much as she can. Not squeeze too hard or jostle them. As for keeping her from crying, well- she kind of needs to right now. She just breaks into tears, murmuring unintelligible things.

She'll stop soon. Probably. Right now, she just has to break the hell down.]

I-It's okay, it's okay... [Is it really? Probably not. But if she says it enough times, then maybe it will become true for the both of them? They could both do with a do-over of this morning.

That won't happen. So, Rakka will be here instead, hugging/holding Ashley. Occasionally there are back pats, and a bit of shifting when her wings were too uncomfortable. She was just as lost as Ashley was on all of this, even more so, even. Was she going to cry? Oh yes. They come almost unexpectedly, and they are unstoppable.

She's tired and confused and she wants to go home. But that's not happening.]

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[At first, she just shakes her head- no, it's not. It won't be okay, it can never be okay. She whimpers in Rakka's arms, as everything she's been trying to wash away hits her with the force of a tidal wave. When she realizes Rakka's crying too, she holds tighter. She can't say anything to console her, not when she's too much of a mess herself. But she doesn't let go.

Eventually, it slows. It subsides. It finally stops, with a bit of mumbling, actually coherent mumbling, something like was his best friend and chose me and why?

Until finally her vise grip loosens, her head just sags, and she's all sorts of exhausted, but nowhere near ready to rest.]

Rakka...?

[Quiet, scratchy. God, everything feels sore now, inside and out.]

[She didn't really believe it either. The memory of pain and fever was still fresh in her mind, as well as the knowledge that she really wasn't what she seemed to be - no, she wasn't Human. She was something else that was different.

She wasn't human anymore.

It hits her hard, even harder as she felt Ashley's arms tighten around her. So, she cries, and lets it all out, unfortunately for the front of Ashley's shirt. Neither of them could be comforted... but letting it out was the next best thing.

And it ends, eventually. Like all things do. Rakka doesn't move, nor does she look up when she hears Ashley's voice reach out for her.]

...I dreamed about something too. [She states, quietly.] It was... how I got my wings. It was... painful, and terrible.

Oh... Oh, God, R-Rakka.

[Why is this happening? Why is this happening to them? Ashley whimpers. She holds her tight, without...touching the wings.]

Oh, God.

[Rakka's guess was probably as good as Ashley's.

From within Ashley's arms, she would probably hear Rakka trying to gather herself again. A few whimpers here, a muffled sob there.]

I really... don't know who I am.

[I wish I didn't remember.

She doesn't say it because her throat is so scratchy from crying. It's good she doesn't; it's probably not the right thing to say right now.]

I'm sorry... I'm so sorry.

...B-but, it's okay. I'm okay.

[Her arms around Ashley tighten a little.]

You're okay, too. I'm sorry, Ashley.

[But...]

No I'm not.

But I'm alive.

[And she's so disgustingly thankful for that.]

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