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!]

Comments

[imaginex]

... That makes a certain amount of sense.

Mana is found in the blood. If the soul was anchored by a powerful seal...

[Mmm, but then she shakes her head a second later]

No, the power required to keep the soul in place... I can't imagine anyone with the means to do so.

[ossifragant]

There is one way I can think of it, though it still doesn't sound quite right--

In my world, there is a concept of Equivalent Exchange. In alchemic terms, it means you can only create something out of an equal amount of something else. You can only make a teacup if you have the exact amount of carbon, nitrates, and other materials needed in raw form.

A life is different from an object, but a savvy enough alchemist might find risking their own life and limbs-- literally, for the power to attach a soul worth the danger.

[tl;dr someone probably got his arm ripped off]

[imaginex]

[Ya'll are too Extra over in the FMA universe.

And yet, given the rules Greed explains, Sakura finds herself too sympathetic for her own good]

... Was it a relative who attached the soul? Do you know?

[ossifragant]

I don't know, I don't remember much about him.

But I'd imagine so.