Week 3.

[trustmods]

WEEK 3 Two more people are dead. Byakuren Hijiri has been murdered and Undyne has been executed. That brings us up to four deaths and twenty-five remaining Participants. You're doing well. Take all of Saturday to rest and sleep. You've earned it. On Sunday morning, the clock chimes the hour at seven o'clock. With no more bodies to be discovered, it seems you're safe for the time being. That said, you'll be feeling a little groggy when you wake up; it seems you've remembered something else. Or was that another really bizarre dream? Like last week, there's a new floor to explore. A reward for your efforts, of course. There's something else new, however, and as you approach the foyer you might hear the beautiful sound of... chickens? Chickens. Those are definitely chickens. It looks like Tabby's petition has worked, you have chosen chickens. Perhaps even more important are the rule changes, effective immediately. You might want to take note of them. PARTICIPANTS REMAINING: 25

SUNDAY | MONDAY | TUESDAY | WEDNESDAY | THURSDAY

[OOC: Welcome to week three of Trustfell! Save your threads for coins and the coming week's activity check; don't forget to check in to this week's activity check and submit your memory regains as well!

The Letters and Switchboard posts are still active, for the sake of contacting the jerk who's keeping you here, to be used at your leisure!]

Comments

[icysemblance]

I feel like I've gotten a little rusty because I haven't been able to practice, honestly. Normally I would be putting some time in every day.

[With that, she gives the most honest smile she's given anyone all day.]

I'd normally be using a proper foil, or my own personal weapon, but these aren't bad.

[decrees]

Ah, of course. I haven't properly practiced in quite some time, though I've been busy.

[He still does some training here and there since he can't afford to get rusty, but it's not as frequent as he'd like.]

Would you care for a partner?

[icysemblance]

[She nods, smiles, and drops into a curtsy.]

It would be an honor.

[decrees]

[Why can't everyone be as polite as you, Weiss?

Logan selects the sword closest to the one he regularly uses; it's thicker than the one Weiss has been practicing with and he holds it left-handed.

Shall we?

and then we can skip the sparring if you want because I am bad at writing this]

[icysemblance]

[I am absolutely down with skipping the sparring. However you want to go forward is fine by me!]

[decrees]

[SO AFTER A SPARRING MATCH THAT WAS SURELY VERY WONDERFUL...]

You're quite good at this. I haven't sparred with anyone this skilled in quite some time.

[Sir Walter's been busy and Logan has literally never sparred with his sister. You'd think that would have been a good thing to do, but no, of course not.]

[icysemblance]

Likewise! I'm really impressed. Your style's different from mine, but I like that you're flexible enough to go with it. We should do this again, maybe make it a daily thing?

[decrees]

[Logan isn't smiling, but his expression is about as pleased as it gets.]

I'd like that. It's been quite some time and I would like to work on my form. You make for an excellent partner, Weiss. Is there a general time you would prefer?