Week 3.

[trustfellowship]

WEEK 3 Grace and Doug are dead. It seems that there isn't anything more to do but mourn your losses and try to move forward. The Transmitter's rules still hang in every room, a reminder of the only means of escaping this place. But surely no one else will give into them, right? Saturday is given to regrouping and rest; the static blares out early on Sunday, but at least there are no bodies to find today - it seems you're safe for now. The night before wasn't necessarily a peaceful one, however; you'll probably feel a bit groggy when you wake up, and it seems you've regained something that you didn't realize you'd lost... Once again, however, it seems your efforts won't go unrewarded; another set of corridors have opened up, much in the same fashion as the other new area did last week. With them come new rooms to explore; maybe some of them will be to your liking. Or perhaps it's better to say that hopefully some of them will; after all, if the Transmitter gets her way, you may be here for a very, very long time. PATIENTS REMAINING: 26

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[OOC: Welcome to week three 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 Transmitter, you can do so through text or the phone in your room!]

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[enhancements]

[He tips his head a bit at that. Acknowledging, though it was a bit unexpected.]

...Consider it appreciated.

[God, he's awkward.]

[imaginex]

[Sakura considers an afternoon following Lovecraft around to be a rewarding experience; her understanding of "awkward" is pretty skewed.

She's also a very quiet girl, really, and after a flash of a smile, returns her attention to her target. Whatever else she's lacking in, archery seems to be one of her callings. There's no wasted movement or energy; instead she pushes the air out of her lungs, string pulled back before she holds the position, and then lets the arrow fly.

A bullseye... sort of. Within the red, the arrow is pulled fractions of a centimeter to the left, which is why Sakura doesn't look all that pleased and in fact lowers her bow in vague disappointment.] I'm out of practice.

[Girl maybe chill a little]

[enhancements]

[...so you know how a lot of people have been joining the general refrain of "that's sort of morbid, wesker" lately- ]

Normally that would be the sort of sentiment I'd express, but targets have little meaning for me nowadays - what matters is that I can hit an entire head-sized target.

It'll come back, I'm sure.

[...that's sort of morbid.]

[imaginex]

[That's morbidly morbid, and if Sakura didn't have the type of dream she did, that'd probably put her off.

But dream she did, and Sakura gives a pinched smile because that wasn't funny but what else is she supposed to do?]

You sound like a dangerous man, Wesker-san. [Said in the same tone as a girl picking daisies.] But it's true... depending on what you use the arrow for, I guess pin-point accuracy loses its meaning.

[enhancements]

Exactly.

[He shrugs a little bit, though.]

And I wouldn't say "dangerous" so much as "prepared" - perhaps to a fault, but there are worse faults to have.

[imaginex]

Aa. So nothing catches you off guard?

[enhancements]

Something like that. If I'm caught off-guard by anything, it's entirely my own fault.

[imaginex]

So it's a lack of foresight instead of the skill of the enemy...?

[She doesn't even mean anything by this; honestly, she finds his confidence fascinating]

[enhancements]

Yes, exactly.

[Welcome to Resident Evil: Clearly, Our Massive Egos Will Protect Us.]

[imaginex]

[W O W no wonder he gets grumpy during trials with an attitude like that. Sakura has to bite her lip to keep from smiling.]

But doesn't that count as underestimating your opponent?

[Arrows can wait. Someone pick this man's brain apart for science.]

[enhancements]

Oh, I'm not claiming that my opponents aren't skilled - they wouldn't be worth the effort otherwise.

At the same time, there's a set standard that I'm held to.

[imaginex]

I admit, I'm curious what you've had to go through to reach such a standard...

[Wrestling mountain lions must be on that list]

I know I praised your aim before, but that really is unnatural for first-time users.

[enhancements]

...I'm highly proficient with various weapons, most of them firearms or otherwise projective-based. This isn't the same, but it's close enough that some of the same principles can be applied.

I've been trained for years, so it isn't as though I've never held a weapon before.

[imaginex]

Does that include regular bows?

[She's looking at the crossbow, and then after a pause:]

May I try as well?

[enhancements]

It doesn't.

[...That said, though.]

Do as you will.

[imaginex]

[Well then. She'll carefully lower her bow to the floor and confiscate Wesker's (because she's lazy, though she'll get her own if he puts up a fuss). And the first thing she learns is that her affinity for bows does not translate well to this type of weaponry. She knows how to hold it and aim, sorta, but that's because she was peeking at Wesker.

Actually shooting the damn thing? It might be a testament to her skill that she hits well within the boundaries of the target, but it's not in the bullseye.

She has the nerve to look at the crossbow, affronted.]

This is... different.

[enhancements]

[Sakura, what the hell are you even. Other than kind of inherently amusing, just saying.]

I'd imagine so. Though to be fair, I doubt I'd fare much better with traditional bows.

[imaginex]

It has more kickback than a bow... I admit I didn't account for that.

[Lord, she almost sounds snooty when she ways it.]

But you don't need the same amount of arm strength with this. The targeted muscle groups are different, too.