WEEK 6.

[trustfellows]

WEEK 6 You've lost a lot of people this week, haven't you? Katniss Everdeen and Weiss Schnee were killed for rule violations, while Chie Hori and Frank Archer were murdered by Mikoto Suoh and Yuuki Terumi. It doesn't really matter how they died, though, does it? After all, they're dead now and the only thing you can do is keep moving forward. It seems like there's no end in sight. 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... Changes were promised to you this week; while Sunday dawns seeming no different from the previous weeks, it seems one change is going to remain a constant - namely, a new floor has been opened up to you. Whether this is a promising sign or not is something that you're going to need to decide for yourself. The important thing, for now, is that you continue to do well. PARTICIPANTS REMAINING: 19

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[OOC: Welcome to week six 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 Hilda!]

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[bloodisthicker]

...Yes, that's true. Thank you for that, then, Susan.

[he'll just... sit back a little, then. and kind of... ponder. because damn, is he going to have any alright memories.]

[hesperos]

She's definitely going to offend someone, but she's not going to recklessly fling herself into danger.

[ Focusing on how bad it can wind up is not how he does things, despite any worries. ]

At least we know she's also not stupid enough to open the door for any strangers.

[hesperos]

[ Goodness... ]

Yeah, but you might need it later on.

[bloodisthicker]

Definitely more than Chie, anyway.

...

Weren't he and Kimblee from roughly the same world? What is even going on with that place?

[bloodisthicker]

...yes, that makes sense to me.

There's a lot about it that still bothers me, though. I mean, I knew someone who seemed to have turned things around, by all accounts, and seemed like he managed to just start a new life... but the second he had the vaguest shot at an opportunity to get power or revenge, he went back to his old self, even if everything seemed to be going perfectly with where he was. Surely that would be easier, right?

Retaliation.

[trustbound]

[It's a bit over twenty-four hours past the incentive that Hilda can be seen again; it's late in the evening on Wednesday when she emerges from the office, looking for all intents and purposes like a woman on a mission, and not stopping for anyone who might try to ask her what she's doing.

It's not unlike when Alena went after Katniss a week ago; anyone who tries to stop her or ask questions will be met with something similar from Hilda – just a surprising amount of strength in pulling away and a complete unwillingness to answer anything about what she's doing or where she's off to.

She makes her way up to the second floor before leaving the stairwell; her destination appears to be the sewing room.

It may not seem like anything is that amiss, at first glance; it's occupied, yes, but that isn't unusual, given the number of people here who enjoy making clothing. However, the person sitting at the sewing machine tonight doesn't seem to be working; Orihime's got her head down and cradled in her arms, and her eyes are closed, her breathing deep and even.

Seems she's fallen asleep.

Hilda crosses over to her, businesslike, as soon as she's entered the room, and she reaches out to lay a hand on Orihime's head for a moment; it isn't the same gentle hair-stroking motion that Alena used, but it seems that the intent is the same – it's incredibly focused, and once she pulls away, Orihime doesn't seem like she's going to wake up for anything. Not for anyone else entering the room, or for anyone's touch, or in response to any sound that may be happening in the room.

And once that's done, Hilda reaches out one-handed toward open air, seeking a weapon of some sort in a way that's definitely familiar by now; what she finds is a sword, the blade shining black and red in color, and as soon as she's got it fully in her hand she drives it hard through Orihime's back, plunging the blade in deep and piercing her body clear through, back-to front.

Orihime's body jerks hard upon being stabbed, but the movement is strictly involuntary; she doesn't wake up even as the sword is roughly pulled back out again, causing blood to spill quickly into her lap and pool on the floor. Thankfully, mercifully, she seems to bleed out quickly; her breathing goes jagged for a few short moments before it stops completely.

Orihime Inoue is dead.

Hilda remains where she is, though the weapon dissipates cleanly into thin air again as she shifts her stance a bit into something less intense; after a moment, Jericho can be heard once again over the public-address system, sounding weird and detached again.]

Rule Three was broken again this evening. An actual rulebreak this time, not some sort of freak accident. She paid for it, but seriously, I'm pretty sure this isn't what any of you want.

We'll deal with the body. Anyone who's in there with it should probably leave her be.

[blackmass]

Really.

[...You know, at this point maybe all y'all should just start mainlining coffee and knock this shit off. Christ, take a nap or something.]

[hesperos]

I think it'd be harder for this person to stick to the new life they've made for themselves if they thought they could get something better. Some people are just that selfish.

[ He shrugs. ]

Might still be difficult but it's not too late for them to try again.

[bloodbiter]

[When she sees Hilda moving quickly down a hall, the movement reminds her of what happened only a week ago. She doesn't try to stop the woman, but she does follow a few paces after, concern clear on her face.

When she enters the sewing room and sees who it is in there and the way she's slumbering, she freezes entirely. No. Not her, please not her, please—

She only has a moment to move through that visceral shock and horror before the weapon is plunging through Orihime's back and straight through to the other side. After another few moments of staring blankly, her hand drifting to the friendship bracelet the other young woman made her only a week ago. After that, there's only a noise of deep distress as she starts to back away.]

No...

[It's only visible for a moment or two before she storms out of the room, but there are tears starting to pool in her eyes as she hurries from the doorway.]

[spiritform]

[The joy on Estelle's face when she says that touches Milla. She knows exactly what that's like.]

I told you a little about my friends previously-- so I'd really love to hear a little about yours.

[She's sure they're wonderful.]

[spiritform]

[For some reason that makes her laugh. It's entirely reasonable, but-- somehow it's amusing.]

I suppose we shall see. Even I do not know the answer to that.

[She's never tried before now.]

Also, for the record-- Milla is fine.

[Well, she's oddly less concerned about it with Elda. She knows more about her situation than the others. If she wished to call her that, then she would still gladly accept it.]

[matchbreaker]

Yeah, it's surprising there's been more than one Rule Three violation.

[spiritform]

I am sure I will be fine, given time.

[Emotions will get tucked away behind reason and duty after she's had an opportunity to properly grieve. She feels like that is something she can do among these people, when otherwise she would have kept such a weakness to herself. But Sayaka... told her that they were equals here. She felt like in a small way that was true.]

Even so... this is the most they have been able to hurt me since this began. What about you? I can't imagine this is easy for any of us.

[So she worries for her friends as well.]

[blackmass]

Honestly. Now they're just being careless about it.

[bloodbiter]

[After seeing what happened to Orihime, she retires to her room for a while. It’s tempting to stay there longer, but - she doesn’t want to close herself off from the others now. She doesn’t want to be alone right now, either, if she’s being honest with herself. As such, if anybody knocks, it won’t be difficult for her to open the door.

After she emerges, she barely hesitates before heading to the dojo. Should she see anyone enter—]

Would you be interested in sparring?

[Hand to hand combat might not be her greatest strength, but she has a great deal of restless energy to expel. She imagines the same is true for others.]

[spiritform]

[Of all the people to see there-- Milla's fists clench. Orihime, who had been so sweet and supportive despite bearing her own burdens as this painful game continued. Someone like that did not deserve to die over something so petty as a rule against where you should sleep. It was unfair, like everything else that was slowly piling up in this place. She closes her eyes.]

...I hope you are able to rest peacefully Inoue-san.

dojo

[blackmass]

[Kirei had mostly just been passing by and looked in solely in the interest of the dojo being a room he hadn't much investigated until today, but he raised an eyebrow at Adelina at the question.]

Do I seem the type to be of much use in a fight?

[This was not a no.]

[spiritform]

Yes, I am familiar with the concept. I have seen it myself-- worlds that seem identical but have diverged in a different path from my own. I cannot deny the possibility and I sincerely hope that it is true. But you're right. I doubt they will show us any leniency.

[spiritform]

As a whole, humans know very little about Maxwell. There are only a small group of individuals who witnessed what I did and why. Maxwell was probably what you imagine a proper God to be-- he observed from a distance. None of the thousands of humans who believe in him have ever seen him.

[Yet seen or not, they believed in him. Would they believe in her? That... she didn't know.]

So telling them that the person they have always looked up to was killed and that I was their successor in that manner... I would not be surprised if they were confused and not sure what to believe. It would certainly cause a gap in their beliefs. They may not be willing to believe in the one who murdered him.

[destage]

[...Dammit. Of all the people to wind up dying out there, it had to be her? Orihime was such a good, sweet person...

...Well, Sayaka is...probably going to make a quick trip inside to look at Orihime one last time, before turning on her heel and getting out with surprising speed. Maybe she's just upset over Orihime's death, but mostly? She just doesn't want to share space with Hilda.]

[ninehundredlives]

Maybe. But did you notice that fires don't seem to spread in here very easily? We could just try to burn a hole in it.

[That's...technically an idea, yes.]

[innocentloveholic]

They're all Coordy-J's powers, anyway. [ Here's a Spicy Info Meatball she hasn't shared with anyone. ] She just borrows them. I bet Coordy-B'll be the same way.

[ ...Unless Hilda's not got that same connection? But they're both Coordinators, so... Aligula hmms; she's not gonna go talk to her and ask her about it just to find out, god damn. ]

She was always in the same room as those people too, and for Crystalline's she wasn't, right? [ ... ] And Coordy-J said he'd handle it, so I mean, he's the one who should die, since it's way more likely that he's the one who did the whole powers thing on her.

[ ...uuggh, she's groaning, uuuuuuuggggggghhhhh. ]

[spiritform]

[After that ugly event earlier, Milla decided that today she's spending most of her time in the music room. Early on she'd taken a look at it but today she appears to be playing around on the piano. There are some books from the library on music sitting there as well-- it appears she had been putting some effort into studying the instrument and how to play it. She has the patience for it and certainly the determination. But more than that...

Music is soothing. And that's what she looks to convey now when she plays-- even if she's not that good at it. It's nothing advance, however, the emotions that she's been holding on to all this time... she's able to let them out a little into her playing. The initial peace she plays is soft and sad but-- it has some hope in it still.]

[firstaid]

But don't you need it right now?

[...Yeah, she's not concerned about her standing in this game.]

secrets

[innocentloveholic]

[ ...I mean, look at her secret, Elda.

Look at it? ]

My associates'll give me grief about it for years. [ It's just that sort of thing. She's actually thankful, in her own weird gremlin way, that no one's done that here? Guess people being, like, Decent People With Mind-to-Mouth Filters isn't so bad sometimes. ] I kinda hope I die before that happens. But if I die, then I can't go back to Brody and Hummer...

[ ...even if things are a little messier with them, the more she's allowed to sit here and think about things. But she's not gonna give up on them? That's not what love is about? She got a fresh reminder of that this past Sunday? ]