Week 4.

[trustmods]

WEEK 4 Ashley Williams and Asuka Langley Shikinami have joined the ranks of the deceased. Two more deaths, two more people whose absences will be felt by the group; a bit over one-fifth of the Participants are dead. And this week, it seems everyone is feeling it. They say three times can be considered a routine, and the fourth week of the exercise isn't breaking pattern any. Saturday can be given to rest and sleep; on Sunday morning, the clock chimes the hour at seven o'clock. There are no more bodies, no more bloodstains; there's nothing else to be found this morning. Unless, of course, you count whatever you found last night, strange dreams or otherwise. Once again, there's a new floor to explore; after everything that trial decided to be yesterday, you deserve the reward. And for the second time, there are rule changes, effective immediately. You might want to take note of them. PARTICIPANTS REMAINING: 23

SUNDAY | MONDAY | TUESDAY | WEDNESDAY | THURSDAY

[OOC: Welcome to week four 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!]

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holy shit i keep misfiring everywhere

[midnightsea]

[The rooftops of Cairo at night crisscrossed by spectral emerald wires like the web of a spider. An adversary out for blood, the lights and bustling of a city below them, and flying gemstones prepared to destroy the monarch reigning over it all in a mere second. It was a chaotic scene at best, and yet the vampire stood proud and calm in the midst of it all]

[And at his command, the raising of a black-nailed hand and the call of his power's true name...in a flash of gold, everything stopped.]

['This is ｢The World.｣']

---

[Dio awoke in the early evening, and he awoke laughing. Ah, there was his solution after all. If only he'd known sooner; they could all have been out of here by now. But no matter, no matter. He knew now, and could set himself to figuring out how to reawaken the power that even now laid sleeping somewhere within him. Hadn't there been some obnoxious woman to help him with that in Cairo?]

[Journal in hand he left his room well before 10PM and stopped in the foyer to stand in front of the clock; observing its motion very carefully, with a look of intense concentration. The only time he looked away from it was to glance to his side...as though looking for something that should have been there, or suspecting someone might be.]

[When that failed to yield whatever results he clearly wanted, Dio scowled and moved to the dojo, having changed into a pair of pants held in place by only the grace of God and a clear disregard for physics. (You're welcome, Tabby.) He'd returned to his peculiar hobby of shadow boxing, fully intent on working himself to the point of exhaustion. If he found the limits of even a superhuman and vaulted past them, then...surely that would accomplish what he needed, wouldn't it?]

dojo

[blazeit]

[ No but seriously what kind of workout routine does he need to commit to if he wants to be that muscular by the time he reaches adulthood. A young, inquiring mind demands knowledge. ]

... What kind of fighting style is that?

[midnightsea]

Amateur boxing. Why?

[His answer was short, Dio focused more on his imagined opponent than Bakugou.]

[blazeit]

Just curious. I never learned any styles of fighting formally, so...

[ So anything that looks like it involves some kind of standard discipline to him is moderately intriguing. It's not that he feels like he needs to learn some sort of specific style to fight, but it's always good to learn more, right? ]

Do you care if I keep watching?

[midnightsea]

Not enough to waste my energy kicking you out.

[blazeit]

[ Okay good, then he's just going to plop his sorry ass down and settle in to observe! ... He probably actually will keep watching for as long as Dio decides to keep going, no matter how repetitive it gets, unless it's like literally 10 hours. ]

[midnightsea]

[Five minutes passed like that.]

[Ten.]

[Fifteen.]

[Finally, Dio looked over his star-marked left shoulder and frowned at Bakugou, confused.]

Is there a particular reason that you're here?

[blazeit]

Well, first off, we have a shitload of time to kill. And second, I'm interested? ... Do I need a deeper reason than that?

[midnightsea]

And you can think of nothing more productive to do then watch me for what's likely to be several hours?

[blazeit]

Honestly? Not really.

[ He.... really should be able to. But he also loves to fucking fight, it is one of his top interests. ]

[midnightsea]

Really.

[c'mon, kid.]

Shouldn't you at least make an effort to think of some way out of here?

[blazeit]

I think about that plenty, isn't it supposed to like... decrease your efficiency if you keep doing something without taking a break from it? Kind of like how I'd assume you were distracting yourself from being in this shithole right now?

dojo

[oftheland]

...I see.

[...he can't help grinning like a Meowth who's happened upon an exceptionally large amount of money.]

You've finally found within yourself the courage to wear those like you own them, haven't you?

[midnightsea]

Really, you're going to comment on that? I didn't realize you'd decided to be Tabby today.

[sheesh.]

[Strangely, listening to him talk will reveal that Dio's lost the English accent he had in earlier weeks.]

It's just easier to move like this.

[oftheland]

But don't we all have a little Tabby in us, when you get right down to it?

[...that's noted, though he has to wonder... no wait, what the hell? Is this a vampire thing? Okay, yeah, probably.]

I guess it would be, although...

[He cocks his head a bit, really pondering the physics here...]

...heh, well, never mind.

[midnightsea]

What?

[He stopped and turned to face Giovanni, hands on his hips.]

If you have something to say, then say it.

[oftheland]

Ah, I was really just wondering about what I'm presuming are the many and varied abilities of vampires, really. Legends are true more often than not, I've found... but there's usually some important difference or another.

[midnightsea]

...I'm hardly going to promise to answer any question you're about to ask, but go ahead. I'm interested to hear what you think, at least.

[oftheland]

Well, I'll admit that number one on my list isn't entirely likely, but I figure I should ask anyway... in my world, there are some legends that vampires can transform into Pokemon called Zubat, Golbat, and Crobat, because they have that sort of look to them and because they're known for drinking blood.

...what I'm asking is... can you do anything like that, or is it just something that doesn't happen?

[midnightsea]

...Are you asking if I can shapeshift into a bat?

[DRACULA WAS NOT WRITTEN UNTIL 1897]

No. No, I can't change shape or anything to that effect. Even with my memories in this level of disarray, I think I would be aware of that.

[oftheland]

Oh... well, that's really disappointing.

[THAT WOULD BE SOME COOL SHIT, DIO, AND IT'S A SHAME YOU CAN'T.]

Well, I guess the thing where you can't enter a building unless you're invited doesn't apply either, does it...?

[midnightsea]

Asuka asked me the same thing, with questions about garlic and silver. All three are just baseless superstition.

[oftheland]

Oh, I see.

...

But I'm sure that getting in a fistfight with you would be at least a little suicidal, though, wouldn't it.

dojo/I'm sorry I had to

[withabigsmile]

[SHARP WHISTLING FROM THE PEANUT GALLERY AS SHE PASSES THROUGH you're looking hot today Dio sir--]

[midnightsea]

[you're all thirsty as fuck tbh]