Week 8.

[trustfellows]

WEEK 8 Regardless of what you think of the most recent deaths, four more people have died this week. Milla Maxwell, Angel, Susan Ashworth, and Aligula are gone now, leaving you with about a quarter of your original number. Thirty-five down to twelve - this can't keep going for much longer, can it? Is there anything you can do? 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... Unlike the previous weeks, however, it seems that either you've reached the end of the line or Jericho has decided to stop rewarding you for your effort; where there would usually be a stairwell to a new floor, you're met with nothing but solid wall. Perhaps it's distressing; perhaps it's a good sign. Only time will tell, and time isn't something you have a lot of around here. PARTICIPANTS REMAINING: 12

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[OOC: Welcome to week eight 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

[sleepytimegal]

Hilda did...?

[ Mmm. She really has meant to... ]

...I mean...she's right, but that doesn't get rid of what happened to you.

[matchbreaker]

Nothing will.

[ And her anger, that burning anger and hatred still hasn't... gone. The hurt will never be gone. But Elda walks up two more steps, gets in front of Alex, and points at her. ]

Of course nothing will. But that also means I've had very little experience with humans before now, and I've seen you as an individual grieve and react every other which way. How heartless do you take me for that I wouldn't be moved more by it?

[sleepytimegal]

[ There's a moment, and. ]

...It isn't that I think you're heartless. More... After...my brother, everyone...

[ "The town looks at her like she has a red letter tattooed on her frickin' forehead, and the giant, lit-up Christmas tree reason why is that--"

Alex is tense. Looks like she's trying to smile, but it's bitter. ]

...Even mom kinda looked at me like I was cursed. Like...I was the reason he wasn't there anymore. If people I'd known my whole life could, then...

[ It's...like she's talking to Clarissa. An older, scarier Clarissa. God, is that why she's so...? ]

[matchbreaker]

[ elda pauses a moment, not sure if she should validate or invalidate that pain. In the end, she opts for something between the two. Her hand reaches out, and she brushes up alex's bangs such as to put the palm of it on her forehead. ]

Humanity is cruel. But I've never been human for a single day. [ . . . No, say something more. She... ] It's obvious to anyone you're haunted, but my reasons for being defensive have been far more petty than that.

[sleepytimegal]

[ In an almost familiar moment of deja vu (isn't her life just that by now, deja vu?), she recalls their first aborted conversation, Elda placing her hand against Alex's forehead. While there the action seemed gentle but she felt wary, here, it's the opposite. Knowing what she does, knowing the complications of their relationship, Alex should be wary, but instead...

...how surprisingly gentle. Perhaps, this is what Sayaka's drawn to. ]

Thank you. [ ...Ah- ] For- um... Just...thank you.

[ It's strange to think, thanking someone for petty reasons, but it's genuine. ]

[matchbreaker]

[ She... she hesitates a moment, but that strange little thanks? She brushes up the girl's bangs, the touch now serving as something close to a head pat. It's nothing like that time when they first met - then, she had been trying to erase the girl's memories. She was nothing to her. This time, well... ]

Think nothing of it. [ Seriously. ] I did, after all, invite you to my Shihaba, even if there are circumstances that forced my hand there.

[sleepytimegal]

[ Ha. Alex lets out an awkward little laugh, but it's not with the undercurrent of discomfort or anxiety that usually accompanies it. ]

I...guess I should probably ask more about it, your home. For prep, you know.

[matchbreaker]

Hah. You know, Sayaka's neglected to do that this whole time? I wonder if she figures because I am there it will be fine.

[ Elda pulls her hand back and then pulls over a stool to set closer to the girl, by the drums. She grins. ]

Shihaba's a small city in Japan's central region. It's bordered by the Okura River, Sanjou City, and Amamiya City. It's a quaint little place, but as far as humans are concerned, it's a warm city.

[sleepytimegal]

Sh- she hasn't...? [ Alex shakes her head a little, with a fond smile. ] Sayaka...

You know, I've never been to Japan in general...but it sounds like it's got some things going for it. How easy is it, to get to those other cities?

[matchbreaker]

Sanjou's easy to get to by train, it's the next station over if I recallright, and Amamiya... honestly, both are within biking or walking distance, if you're willing to go a ways. Nowhere in Japan is ever that far though. It's a few hours train ride - after a transfer or three - to both Kyoto or Tokyo too. It's a little less than a half day's trip up to where the Assembly is in the north too.

[ She shrugs. ] Not that I ever need to do it much.

[sleepytimegal]

Right... Can't go out into the sun? That's still a thing, isn't it, not just something people made up for stories?

[matchbreaker]

No, that one's true. I've not seen the sun since I was thirteen - if I did, I'd be ash.

[sleepytimegal]

...Do you miss it?

[matchbreaker]

Not for a second. That world was never my world, even if I was allowed a glimpse of it in my younger days.

[sleepytimegal]

[ Well. ]

...As long as that's the case, then... [ ... ] What other things are...you know, myth or fact?

[matchbreaker]

[ She'll list these off. ]

The running water thing's a lie. Crosses also don't burn us, I think it should be obvious why they're still infuriating. Let's see... Oh, we're born, not "turned" or the like. Like any normal mammal. A stake through the heart would kill anyone, so that's always confused me...

[ What else is there she's missing? ]

[sleepytimegal]

What about pictures? Or mirrors?

[matchbreaker]

Oh, right, I always forget those are things. No, we show up in both of 'em.

[sleepytimegal]

Wonder how those got started, anyway... [ ...Actually- she still has that D&D book, time to flip through it. ] Wonder if this has anything about vampires.

[matchbreaker]

I don't really know. Wishful thinking, in a lot of cases, I'd assume.

[ Still, she shakes her head and leans in to look over Alex's shoulder. What's in here, she's curious too. ]

[sleepytimegal]

[ oh god now's the time when i actually don't have as much dungeons and dragons knowledge as i should and rapidly google ]

Looks like...there's a type of creature to fight, but race... [ Would it be too strong? ]

[matchbreaker]

Pppftthahaha! That one sees them turning into mist?! See, mist and bats of all things?!

[ She looks it over though, taking some amusement in it. What a set up... ]

[sleepytimegal]

...Lemme guess, you can't do either of those either.

[matchbreaker]

Nope! But I appreciate this idea of us having legendary powers here.

[ See the resistance, the movement, etc. ]

[sleepytimegal]

Yeah, I'd hate to go up against one of these.