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Week 4.
Three more Competitors died this past week. Chitoge Kirisaki tried to take matters into her own hands only to be punished as a result while William Flemming and Archie both tried to take the Adjudicator up on his word and escape. Three more of you are gone, but there's no going back now. 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... Once again, another set of doors has opened up - this time at the end of the western corridor, leading up and toward the north. Go ahead and explore as much as you like; consider it a reward for surviving another week. |
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[OOC: Welcome to week four 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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For the first time in what seemed like an eternity, AZ woke in a cold sweat. Obviously, he won't let it show too badly, but in the morning it's clear that something is weighing on his mind, especially as he wanders out into the foyer again to... sit and do nothing, it would seem.
Okay. Okay. There's an entirely new section of the building to investigate, and everyone's heading that way. AZ will just slowly catch up to them.
He finds the greenhouse soon enough, and it seems like this place brings him the closest peace of mind. Plants and beautiful nature, wherever he looked. There's no investigating in here, AZ just kneels down to look over the many, many flowers.
So many colors... but not the one he needs. Never.]
Floette...
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... Seeing AZ surrounded by flowers is oddly calming though. He can ascertain that much, and he joins the large man after hearing the unusual name.]
An old friend?
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[He doesn't care about anyone knowing. He hasn't for a long time, but this week has really topped it.]
A very old friend, from eons ago.
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[Hi AZ, we uh, couldn't help but over-hear you here.]
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It is. A very unique kind to the region. They are a type that is entirely... different.
[A bit magical, if the old stories even still held water.]
One was my dear friend.
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She [is] was my dear friend. A Pokemon I received as a gift who stayed at my side for years.
[A gift from his mother, though Cilan doesn't need to know AZ's life story.]
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Hey, I remember you speaking about Floette before...
[ Pause. ]
...Any of these flowers look similar to those ancient kind you mentioned?
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....None of them hold the particular colors. [He sighs.] The flower I seek is special.
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[ He would! ]
...Or it could always just come out of that vending machine thing?