Week 7.

[trustfellows]

WEEK 7 Orihime Inoue, Estellise Sidos Heurassein, and Kirei Kotomine all died this past week. One of your Coordinators died as well, leaving you with a new face but still no end to this. Several of you are finding yourselves at a crossroads: either keep moving forward, or accept the inevitability of fate. It's your own choice, your own decision; no one's going to make it for you. Over half of you are gone now. 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... Once again, a new floor has been opened to you; unfortunately, either this is a particularly strange reward or Jericho is starting to get downright sarcastic. Perhaps there's something in it for you despite the setup; who knows, though there's really only one way to find out. PARTICIPANTS REMAINING: 16

SUNDAY | MONDAY | TUESDAY | WEDNESDAY | THURSDAY
[OOC: Welcome to week seven 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 Hilda!]

Comments

[matchbreaker]

Affection, violence, bad boys...

[ No, none of those fit... ]

[innocentloveholic]

What else?

[ come on elda you got this. ]

[matchbreaker]

It's not death.

... Wait, is it parties?

[innocentloveholic]

Ding-ding-ding, that's riiiiiiight!

[matchbreaker]

[ she'll pencil that in then... ]

I'm not sure everyone was that reluctant to go to parties.

[innocentloveholic]

There's some sour grapes about 'em still.

[ boo on them. ]

Want a hint on the last one too?

[matchbreaker]

I've no idea who's in on psychology. So sure, why not at this point.

[innocentloveholic]

She pays attention really well.

[matchbreaker]

... Oh right, of course. Titles.

[ it's ATTENTIVE. ]

[innocentloveholic]

[ BINGO. ]

Good jooob, you solved my crossword puzzle! [ A few hearty claps. ] I was gonna let whoever won lick the bowl, but you don't eat that stuff, sooo...

[ ... ]

Wanna bite me? [ jesus christ, aligula!? ]

[matchbreaker]

... You know, you're decidedly not human. Your blood might not even be compatible with me...

[ However, from the way she blushes with exposed fangs? Aligula's overflowing with youth, the precise opposite of her blood affinity. But she can't smell or taste those here anyway, right? And what would the blood of someone five times her age be like? Would that surpass personality as a factor? ]

[innocentloveholic]

[ giiiiirl. ]

So you really do want to! [ that's gay. Aligula drums her fingers on the counter, then laces them together. She's not wearing her gloves because, you know, cooking... so, hm... ] Do you have to take it from the neck, or can I just give you my wrist or something?

[matchbreaker]

I-- did not say that. [ But despite that and her blush growing a little, she runs a nail over her own neck, considering. Susan asked the same thing... ] ... Neck would be safer and cleaner all things considered. It's what I am used to and I can promise that the wounds would heal instantly.

[innocentloveholic]

[ They'd heal instantly...

Hmm. She twiddles her thumbs, then turns to her. Okay!! ]

Be gentle with me, okay? I've never necked with a vampire before!

[matchbreaker]

Must you make it sound so erotic? It will be painful, you know.

[ . . . I guess we're doing this though??? ]

[innocentloveholic]

[ elda's bitten both my characters she's been in a round with what the fuck is this ]

What, so there's no pleasure or anything? That's what all the stories say!

[matchbreaker]

Of course not! What need would there be for that?

[ She puffs out her cheeks, but advances a step closer. ]

[innocentloveholic]

I don't know, to make humans feel better!? They write all kinds of weird stuff like that!

[ ...She's not moving away, but she'll tilt her head to the side to give her a better reach. ]

You should see what they think they want tentacles to do.

[matchbreaker]

Humans have all sorts of fantasies. They also think that crosses will burn our flesh or that we kill every last victim we have. They want us to be more vile than we are.

[ . . . Tentacles? What do tentacles have to do with eroticism? ]

Are you certain, Aligula?

[innocentloveholic]

I'm just giving people stuff they can eat as a prize, so sure. [ ...She would prefer it not to be the neck, honestly?

But it's just them in here, so she's not as fussed about denying any biting, so. ] You scared or something, you old bat?

[matchbreaker]

You're older than me.

[ But you know what... fuck it. Fuck it, because Aligula is just going to tease her for her concern, even if it's for the other woman's well-being. Elda steps closer, and then in a fiercely quick but oddly languid movement, Elda makes to wrap her arms around the other woman. She thus straps the other's arms to her sides so that she can't struggle and make this hurt more. Elda then all but drapes herself along Aligula's front. They're the same size, so it's not a literal draping, unlike usual, but their bodies sure are touching.

Touching in more than one way, because when Elda finds the spot on the woman's neck, she licks it once to clear it a little and then plunges her fangs in. As she promised, it does hurt. That's two sharp incisors piercing your flesh and then nicking a vein. But as the warm blood begins to flow out and Elda greedily laps it up (still tasteless, ugh) she... it feels warm. ]

[innocentloveholic]

[ Aligula jerks a little initially at the grab, but she's pretty well-pinned like this; it isn't her favorite position either, admittedly, and she clenches and unclenches her fingers slowly as anticipation ticks away.

Her nails bite into her palms when Elda bites into her, and she muffles a whimper behind her lips. But it doesn't feel so bad after a while, and she forces her hands to relax. It's just Elda, just some crazy bat lady, just someone she thinks of fondly, just a friend... ]

How do I taste?

[ she barely manages a tease though, still, just a whisper because she doesn't want to move more than necessary. ]

[matchbreaker]

[ Elda doesn't answer immediately, instead lapping up more of the blood, taking it in, trying to - wishing that there was some difference in taste, like there was...

It's... human? Human-like, despite her not being so. It's strange. Maybe it's just how they neutered her sense of taste.

But once she breaks free of the bite, taking out her fangs (leaving no blood behind, and the cuts seal up near instantly) Elda licks her lips, takes a half step back, and she nods. Ah... ]

Warm, I'd say.

[innocentloveholic]

[ Aligula rubs her neck belatedly, frowning slightly; there really isn't anything there, and that's a little weird, but she won't complain about it. No need to look a gift horse in the mouth and all. ]

Is that a good thing?

[matchbreaker]

[ To clarify there will be two marks there, where it punctured. But they're pretty much instantly scabbed up and clean. If her blood affinity was working those would last until the emotions she took returned.

That said, Elda... considers ]

My sense of taste is neutered here, but as compared to the chilled stuff, it's a Godsend.