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Week 3.
The end of the second week sees two more people dead, and two more rooms sitting empty in the dormitories. Nephenee and Rideaux Zek Rugievit are both gone, but with the start of the third week, it looks as though the game will continue on without them. Saturday is given to regrouping and sleep; on Sunday morning the clock chimes as it always has, but at least there are no bodies to find today. 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... Meanwhile, it looks like another set of doors have opened up at the end of that southern hallway, leading to another long corridor stretching out to the east. Go ahead and explore as much as you like; you've earned it, after all. |
SUNDAY | MONDAY | TUESDAY | WEDNESDAY | THURSDAY
[OOC: Welcome to week three of Trustfell! Don't forget to save your threads for coins and the activity check, and don't forget to submit this week's activity check and memory regains!
If you'd like to get in contact with the Adjudicator, you can do so here!]
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[Given that you are. Kind of unable to be around blood.]
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I'm never going to get over it simply hiding away. If it's like any other fear, then I should be able to at least deal with it enough to take care of minor injuries, right?
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Well, man, more power to you. Uh, want some help? I mean, I could like, take it out so you ease yourself in? Don't have to touch it?
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[... This is going to be a fun acting experience. Watch on, Sayaka, this is how a master works.]
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Aight, so! Uhh, maybe stand against the wall, or one of the counters, just in case. If you faint, I don't know if I'd be able to catch you fast enough. [A word of warning, as he goes over to the fridge.]
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At least it's... not everywhere, like the crime scenes have been. Almost like a bag of particularly dark wine.
[As odd as it sounds. Ferid doesn't seem in danger of fainting, but there is a tightness to his usual smile.]
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Kinda weird way to put it, but okay dude. Okay, so. Don't wanna drop it so it'll stay in the bag, so, on three, okay?
One, two... [Slooooowly pulls out a bag of blood because this is what we're doing today.]
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He keeps his eyes on the cabinet a moment after the silent three, then glances over and purses his lips. There it was. The bag of blood, holding a blood bag. How hilarious.]
... It's rather harmless, like that. [Nothing to be so queasy over, even if he keeps glancing away.] And there's no smell either.
[Possibly the best part of those bags.]
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So Brady's never held one of these things before and it's kind of creepy, to be honest! But he's doing this to help out a pal, so he will endure!!]
Is that the worst part for you? The smell? [Is it okay if he gets a little closer?]
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Please, remain where you are! I'll take my own steps.
[...]
The smell and the thought, maybe. As a combination. If it's like that, I don't really recognize it as blood, but if it's... elsewhere, I do. I've never had much experience with blood bags.
[God, was that ever a lie.]
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[How can he put this]
When Juri does his...thing, to...Mallick and Rideaux.
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[nani the fuck ferid]
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...No, no it's really not.
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I've been around thousands of years -- whether I like it or not, I have seen more death than almost anyone here, and that particular fashion reminds me of a firefly. You catch it in your palm and the glow disappears.
[He clenches his fits gently, as if holding one himself, and then fans his fingers out again, still pointedly looking away from the blood bag.]
The difference is that I don't know if he can release them in the same fashion. That's all.
[The method's beautiful because it's clean and efficient, murder and death be damned.]
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Maybe. [He shrugs.] I guess...I just have a different perspective than you do on all this.
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[While you hold a blood bag.]
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Uh, how I grew up? I dunno. That's a pretty broad question. Lived in the same place my whole life, not a lot of money problems, mom's always been generally chill. Don't see my dad a lot? Not that great in school? Kind of a pretty normal life.
[except for all the weird things in his memories but he's still figuring those out so]
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[... And the fact he's lived so many goddamn years, but still. Ferid waits a moment and steps closer a bit, glancing at the blood.]
... You'd think, though, after so many years, I'd be used to the sight and smell of blood.
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[He clutches the bag tight, glancing at it.]
If you don't mind me asking, like... What do you think it is about it that bothers you? You said, the smell, the thought...but have you ever thought about what makes it so bad for you?
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... Two thousand years ago, the world was a very different place. [His voice is a little quieter now.] You could say that the land was fertilized with blood -- not just the enemy's, but with our own. I suppose it might go back to that time, when I was powerless to stop any of it.
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[hot damn ferid that was impressive]
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You're helping enough as is, Brady, really. Thank you.
[...]
Shall we put the bag away for today? We can return to it another time.
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I really meant what I said, though. It's good of you to try and overcome this, to help everyone else.
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I try to do what I can. I can't let you young folk beat me just because I'm so old, you know~. I have to do my part as your elder~.
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Thanks for looking out for us youngsters, gramps.