Week 9.

[trustfellows]

WEEK 9 With another death to the timer and another double murder - accidental though that last part may have been - your numbers have been cut even further. Hibiki Ganaha, Sayaka Maizono, Alex, and Kyrie Ushiromiya are all dead, bringing those left alive from twelve down to eight. It's almost hard to believe this started with thirty-five people. There are so few of you 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... It seems that the pattern from last week is holding; there is no new floor to occupy yourselves with. It doesn't seem much else has changed, either - leading to questions that are uncomfortable but must be confronted. Namely, where do you go from here? Is there anything you can do? PARTICIPANTS REMAINING: 8

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[OOC: Welcome to week nine 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!]

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art studio

[notaccurate]

[This isn't one of Luca's usual hangout spots, but he is actually there for a reason today.

He has gathered up some paper and a couple pencils before he finally notices Adelina there.]

Ah, hello. My apologies, I didn't see you there.

[bloodbiter]

[She glances away from her work for a moment to offer him a smile, shaking her head.]

No apologies necessary. May I ask what you are working on?

[notaccurate]

I haven't decided yet, to be honest.

[He sounds a little apprehensive about it, even.]

How about you?

[bloodbiter]

If you need help deciding, I would be glad to give an opinion.

[But she looks down at her barely begun sketch as he asks that, her smile growing more fond.]

A drawing of my husband.

[#just medieval things]

[notaccurate]

I suppose I-

[Wait.

What?]

Aren't you a teenager?

[bloodbiter]

[A blink.]

Yes...? I'm sixteen.

[notaccurate]

Good lord! And I thought I was young when I got married.

[bloodbiter]

It doesn't seem young to me.

[A small shrug.]

If I'm old enough to help plan a war, I should be old enough to be wed.

[notaccurate]

Well I suppose, but- well, it's an impressionable age, it is very easy to get pushed into a marriage you do not want.

[He's not speaking about Adelina's marriage specifically, because he doesn't know. It's more in general, plus his own experiences.]

[bloodbiter]

[She shakes her head.]

Why would I have accepted if I didn't want it?

[notaccurate]

...well.

[He can think of a dozen reasons why, but.]

Pressure from your parents, perhaps?

[bloodbiter]

[Her smile doesn't necessarily break, but there's a shift in her expression.]

...No. My father refused to even come to my wedding.

[notaccurate]

Oh?

[She is very young, apparently happy with her marriage, her father refused to come to her wedding-

Oh.

Oh dear.]

...Ah. I see.

My apologies, I shouldn't have asked.

[bloodbiter]

No, you needn't apologize. I don't mind speaking of it, but I hope I haven't worried you.

[notaccurate]

Well it's hard not to worry a little, but I shall keep that much in check. If you are happy, then that is what is important.

[He will go ahead and sit down near her, though, setting his supplies on the table.]

[bloodbiter]

I admit, it's hard to see why it would worry you... It's by far the least hazardous thing I've done in months.

[But she's moving away from that topic to give those materials a glance.]

I apologize for getting us sidetracked. I think you were telling me what you were thinking of creating...?

[notaccurate]

Ah, well. I suppose you could say personal experience has colored my opinion of such things.

[But yes, the drawing stuff!]

Mmm, I'm not sure yet. I more wanted to test it and see if I could still do it.

[He wiggles the fingers on his right hand, which is incidentally the arm that is currently bandaged up.]

[bloodbiter]

What personal experience?

[She glances at his arm, though.]

You should be able to, if you can still move your fingers.

[notaccurate]

I was married at 19.

[So, a little older than Adelina, but still young.

And at the mention of moving his fingers, he wiggles the fingers on his right arm. They still work!]

I worry more about the pain being too much to continue, truthfully.

[bloodbiter]

I see. Am I to assume it was an unhappy union...?

[It would make sense, with everything else he's said.]

Have you taken some of the painkillers in the infirmary?

[notaccurate]

Mmm....it was more of a 'business marriage', and I suspect the both of us would have been happier if we had married other people instead.

[That's the abridged version, at least.]

I have, yes. It helps, but I have noticed my arm getting stiff if I try to use it too much.