☆ WELCOME TO HELL, YE POOR SOULS.

[raisingproject]

Magical Girl Raising Project

Graveyard

The last thing you remember is dying. Whether it's by murder or execution, that's was all it. But surprisingly enough, you wake up in the hotel room that you were assigned in, as if you had never died to begin with. However, once you walk right outside, you'll start noticing that while this is the Town A you remember, there are some slight differences that you notice.

The first thing is the fact that while you can see those who are still alive, they simply cannot see you. In fact, they pass through you, as if you were a ghost. And spoilers: you kind of are one, now. The second thing is that sometimes, if you look at a building for too long or too closely, you'll notice that it fizzles a bit, almost glitchy.

But that's completely fine, isn't it? There is, however, one more thing to keep in mind: there are voices of other people, mumuring. Of course, these other people, unlike you, don't have a complete shape; they're just a silhouette of themselves, looking like static.

However: it wouldn't be Town A without an announcement, would it? Of course not. Hence why upon rearriving, there will be a message, typed out:

Welcome to the afterlife, everyone. This is a greeting message to introduce you to how exactly this works. You have the ability to send one message to the living a week, so choose your words wisely. Of course, there are limitations to what you can say! You cannot reveal the mastermind's true identity, even if you know it. You cannot reveal a culprit or a victim, even if you know it.

Also, all messages will be sent to all players during the trials. If there is no trial, the message shall be sent on Saturday. You may investigate as you wish. If you have any questions to ask of me, please leave a message and I will get back to you as soon as possible.

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Comments

[selfloving]

I lost my chance to really hurt her when that man drove his weapon into my heart.

[What can she do now that she's dead?]

Stop yelling. You won't convince me this way.

[telecosmetic]

So...they have to be evenly spaced or something? Do the key numbers matter?

[telecosmetic]

Hey! [She tries to pick it up again.] He knows someone isn't happy with him for doing stuff like that now! Besides, he shouldn't even be pointing a sword at people at times like this! [Never mind that she'd still throw something at him outside of those cases...]

Sorry for ending it here, I feel too much backtagging this would mess with things too much

[telecosmetic]

[Eliza huffs, then spins around and marches off.] Fine then! As long as you leave her alone from now on!

[raisingproject]

No. It's the win condition for a person chosen by the master. The ritual...I've only just heard about it.

[He wants to find out if he can trust it. He stares upwards at the sky.] I want to look into it myself.

But we can't access the book it came from. Not yet. It's beyond the barrier.

[raisingproject]

That won't be too difficult. Just tiring.

[raisingproject]

[Hinata has to take a second to review what he remembers. All the fights. The pleads to listen. And the truth he discovered when he first arrived.

He meets One's eyes.]

I think she will but I don't we should constantly rely on her to see our efforts through. We managed to contact someone at the start. We can do it again.

[raisingproject]

No. That's wrong. [He waits for her to throw again. If she does, he intercepts it for a second time and drops it.] He knows something is happening! The same way all of you thought Zange knocked that tree down.

What you think and what he sees are two different things.

[telecosmetic]

[She huffs.] Well, there's a board here! How about I just write down what exactly I feel about him then?

[raisingproject]

Or you could write something that would help their group. Have you been paying attention to what they're talking about? [He stills when the newspaper wrapped, half blooded notebook is drawn out by Dahlia. Sadness passes briefly across his face.]

They want to know if we're real.

[telecosmetic]

[A bit of a pout] Stopping them from fighting counts as helping the group, right!? [Although it's more of her own emotional bias talking...and Eruna seems to be handling the "no weapons" thing herself...]

[raisingproject]

Explain to me how this is helping, [He glances at Eruna handling the whole matter and back at her.]

Better than what she's doing.

[telecosmetic]

[Eliza huffs again.] It got him to leave Zack alone last time! [A pause, and she speaks in a quieter voice] Besides, it was funny and I enjoyed annoying him. [There, she sort-of admits she was being petty?]

Tuesday

[telecosmetic]

[So, after learning about the town borders from Zange, Eliza is going to be going around the edges of the barrier and trying to see if there's anything that stands out. She has a few rocks with her as well, in case she finds anything that needs to be marked.]

[crossingout]

Not necessarily. Also the the key numbers don't really matter, just as long as they're all used.

[raisingproject]

I've seen what Zack can do. He can take care of himself. [He says, quietly.]

You got what you wanted, but continuing it isn't going to help at all. Come take a look at what they want you to draw on your letter this time.

[raisingproject]

[She expected nothing less.]

Trust me, we're not friends and never will be, but...people can justify a lot. And she's not...she doesn't seem as twisted as some people who would do the same.

[She's definitely got a story she could share. What she remembers anyway. But it's not important.]

It's harder to hate someone the way I did back then once you realize they're just as human as you are. It's easier when you can think of them as a monster.

[telecosmetic]

Okay...are there only ten keys? One of each room on the third floor? Or are there more that go elsewhere?

[telecosmetic]

Yeah, I saw it. Can we just send pictures like that though? [She had to figure out how to type out that middle finger symbol. Although Beyond did manage to send a crossword puzzle...]

[crossingout]

You should try not to carry rocks that are too large, you know.

[ And here is Zange, not exactly in the best of moods - she looks a little exhausted, even. Also as a note: nothing really stands out at the edges of the barrier right now. ]

[crossingout]

There are only ten.

[telecosmetic]

[Eliza sighs a little.] It was just in case. I bet we'd need more to make something people would notice anyways. [She just...drops the rocks on the ground for now. She hasn't seen anyone she wants to throw them at, not that she's going to tell Zange she planned to do that.] Have you found anything?

[telecosmetic]

Okay, that's good! Um...do all the rooms need to be visited as well? [Because, well...they keep trying to kill people, apparently.]

[crossingout]

And if someone else notices? A floating large rock is a lot more troublesome than just floating marshmallows.

... what exactly do you expect me to find that I don't already see?

[crossingout]

No, not really.