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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WEDNESDAY

[trustfellows]

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.]

[matchbreaker]

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

[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]

[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.

[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.]

[hesperos]

[ ...Damnit, Orihime. Why'd you have to go and fall asleep right there? He doesn't say those words, though he's going to be thinking them. His hand goes to touch at the bracelet she made for him--he's been wearing it, after all.

He doesn't look linger. Not like he wants to, anyway. ]

[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.]

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.]

[bloodbiter]

Well, we don’t know each other well, do we?

[And then she gives him a quick look over.]

Besides, appearances can be deceiving.

dojo

[spiritform]

Certainly. I had hoped I would get another opportunity to test my hand to hand combat skills.

[They aren't her specialty either, but she has negative energy to get out and a little bit of experience now. Although most of her moves are imitated. Which is it's own form of painful, but she won't have much time to dwell on that in a fight.]

[bloodbiter]

Wonderful. Whenever you are ready to begin, then.

[She takes a few steps towards Milla, readying herself.]

Dojo

[heritrix]

You practice martial arts, Adelina?

[Rin thought her profile said something about her being a swordsman.]

[bloodbiter]

Not before I came here, no. But... I have learned a bit since we all arrived. It seems like a useful skill to have.

[Though she'll always be better with a blade.]

Dojo

[ninehundredlives]

...I can't really fight, you know.

[Adelina's one of the few people she's confessed some of her killing to, but that was just by stealth, not combat prowess.]

[bloodbiter]

The offer still stands, if you would like any pointers. It is not my strong suit by any means, but...

[Everyone should know how to defend themselves, she thinks.]

dojo

[evilfrenzy]

[...

Rideaux can safely say he has never been asked to spar by a teenage girl before. But from what Adelina has told him, it doesn't surprise him as much as it could.]

You know what? Sure. I'd like to see what you can do.

[A princess who goes out and does the monster-slaying for her people has to be able to put up a decent fight.]

[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.]

music room;

[hesperos]

[ Well, after a bit of wandering around, he's going to make his way into the music room. It sounds kind of nice and actually rather beautiful, even if it isn't done by the hands if let's say...an accomplished pianist.

He'll wait until she's done before he decides to speak up. ]

Not bad. You just taught yourself recently or are you brushing up on something you've already learned?

Music Room

[ninehundredlives]

[Ah...well, that's a thing. She can't remember anybody other than herself or Elda playing the one downstairs, but maybe that makes sense.]

Are you learning how to play?

[ninehundredlives]

[On Wednesday morning, Susan is in the kitchen, making a lot of pancakes again. She'll leave them piled on a plate and go to sit with her own and a cup of coffee when she's finished, though she hesitates a little over it:]

Does anybody still want to eat things left out anymore? [After, you know. Everything.

Later on, Wednesday Happens.

Susan didn't know Orihime especially well, but this...is this going to happen every week now? People dying for stupid reasons like that? It isn't her fault; there's no reason sleeping out of doors should carry such a heavy penalty. A week ago she'd thought of asking Alena about it, but...too late now.

In the evening, she drops off some more pictures at the memorial. It has everybody now. Rin was right - if she did Kimblee for Sayaka's sake, she had to do Walter just to not be an utter hypocrite. Those portraits may not be the most labored-over, but nobody can come after her for that. She relights any candles that have gone out as well, and then sits nearby for a while reading a book.]

[chessturner]

I think you'll have to give the food in person, if you truly want to share it with people.

[Kyrie smiled sympathetically]

It's nothing against you, it's just that nobody's going to trust something that was left out.

[She hopes. Only an idiot would, and nobody here would be idiotic enough, right?]

kitchen

[evilfrenzy]

[Rideaux is here for his own cup of coffee. He glances at Susan's pancakes, considering it.]

Probably not. Then again, we still keep having successful buffet tables at the gatherings, so who knows?

kitchen

[bloodisthicker]

Well, I guess that depends on whether or not they're pancakes to die for.

[FUCK IT. HE'S JUST DOING THIS NOW.]