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

SUNDAY | MONDAY | TUESDAY | WEDNESDAY | THURSDAY | FRIDAY | SATURDAY
[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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[matchbreaker]

You haven't seen me at my best.

[ Look. ]

1/2

[heritrix]

I haven't seen them at their best either, and I have no desire to. Not without at least a Servant, anyways. [She sighs.] If I'd known this was coming, I would have made Archer stay.

[She looks distant for a moment. No, that man... His answer would have stayed the same.]

[heritrix]

[Rin shakes her head.]

...At any rate, I'm not guiltless. I'll cooperate with their trial at least; there will be people who will want to save me even among those who will push for punishment, so I might as well take the chance the situation will work out.

[She raps her knuckles against Hibiki's report as she says that, like she actually intends to show it to them.]

If it doesn't, I'll just escape to the Middle East.

[matchbreaker]

... Wait, wait, wait, wait. This comes back to that secret, right? Going on trial for it all? We'll just erase everyone's memories.

[ Look. ]

[heritrix]

Haven't we had this discussion before?!?

[YOU CAN'T ERASE THAT MANY PEOPLE'S MEMORIES AND GET AWAY WITH IT, GOD.]

[matchbreaker]

Yeah, but we still could. It'd be fine!

[heritrix]

Look, I'm just going to borrow the Coordinator's ability to control time and go back to before the secret was revealed and stop it from spreading. That's cleaner.

[matchbreaker]

[ . . . ]

That does seem easier, yes.

[ A beat and. ]

That's a horrifying power to exist, when you think about it.

[heritrix]

Yeah. Apparently when you make such powerful True Magic commonplace like that, you get a bunch of weirdos who'll use it to displace people from other worlds and make them murder each other.

[matchbreaker]

... We were talking about time, not dimensions. Or is time the same thing?

[heritrix]

They relate to each other in several ways. Most of us are from completely different time periods as well as worlds, after all. Alex must have been about ten years ahead of me.

[...actually, speaking of that. Rin Shuffles the papers in her hand a bit to reach for something in her pocket.]

[matchbreaker]

... Wait, not everyone's from - I mean, I know Luca always goes on about being from the past but I assumed everyone else who wasn't from some fanciful magic world was just from 2004. ... Err, no I suppose 2006, now.

[heritrix]

I'm from 2005. It came up at the trial when Chie died, that Sayaka and Alex were from further ahead, given all that talk about cameras inside phones.

{Rin still sounds disturbed about it, but Alex said she'd understand in a few years. Why would she want to understand.]

[matchbreaker]

... Rideaux showed me his. It's strange to think of that thing as a phone. There's no cord...

[ She sighs, sighing and shaking her head. ]

[heritrix]

...It's not on, right? He probably can't make calls or anything.

[matchbreaker]

No, he could turn it on to take photographs and such? It must run on batteries?

[ LIKE SHE KNOWS MAYBE ITS MAGIC ]

[heritrix]

What good is a phone if you can't call things? Honestly! I don't what Sayaka and Alex were talking about, it's completely useless.

[Huff. But she has the thing she was searching out of her pockets now; it's a bundle of letters, actually. She flips through them until she finds the one with Elda's name on it.]

Speaking of Alex, she left this for you.

[matchbreaker]

... Oh.

Her too.

[ Sayaka, Alex. Rin. Yuri. ]

Was I the only one who didn't write these things?

[heritrix]

You can't do any writing from a soapbox?

[matchbreaker]

[ Okay that's a little too far, Rin's actually getting punched (lightly!) for that one on the shoulder with the same hand holding Alex's letter, which gets crumbled a bit in the process ]

[heritrix]

[She kind of ends up dropping the other letters then, in the process of trying not to drop Hibiki's report a second time. Her own name is on one of those letters that winds up on the floor; seems like she hasn't read hers yet.]

[matchbreaker]

... Is your arm still hurting?

[ That punch wasn't that hard, was it? Elda blinks a little, but then sighs and just looks at the crumpled Alex-note in her hand. She...

... Mmm. ]

[heritrix]

It's fine. [...] It doesn't hurt at all.

[But she's holding the arm a lot closer to herself now, like it did. Her tone isn't snappish; she's speaking quite slowly actually, in a low and measured tone.

Crouching back down, she reaches to collect the dropped letters.]

[matchbreaker]

Don't you lie to me at this point, Rin.

[ She hisses this out, not picking up the letters, but crouching down so that predatory eyes can lock with her once she's down here in a crouch near her. ]

[heritrix]

[Well, fine then! She just won't say anything.

Mostly because Elda is on the money, and while her arm does feel better than it did last Saturday, that light punch has pain shooting from her forearm to her fingers like hot knives. She moves carefully and deliberately, waiting for it to subside a little.]