☆ 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

[crossingout]

[ And the person who notices her is... Zange? Apparently? Who is in an area away from the crime scenes. ]

You look rather frantic, but I guess that's a bit normal for newcomers.

[beyondmoe]

Hundreds of years? How ominous...

[How long has this actually been going on, jesus.]

I'd be interested to find out how far it goes as well, but I suppose you're going to say we have to rely on the living there.

[telecosmetic]

Z-Zange? You're dead too? What happened?

[crossingout]

I'm not dead. I just can see dead people.

[telecosmetic]

Oh... [She sounds relieved.] So can you take a message to the others?

[crossingout]

I would if I could... but it'd be suspicious if I somehow told the others that I could talk to ghosts, wouldn't it?

[unidolize]

...

[ terrible indeed. but, she did get what she asked for; whether it would have hurt more or less if she didn't find out, however, is a different story. ]

So you picked me because of my magical girl name. Is that correct?

[unidolize]

...Eliza-san?!

[ no....no, why eliza? she didn't deserve this-- ]

Eliza-san, what happened?

[unidolize]

Everyone,

This is Kurosawa Dia speaking. I am still here. Sentient, I suppose. So is Beyond Birthday, and Eliza-san has joined us as well. I am not sure what is happening here, but we do have other people here who are here with us. They are more like shadows, static, if you will...and I suppose you could say that the three of us are like ghosts.

The town is generally the same, but everything seems fuzzier here.

I will do my best to expose any mysteries from this side and keep you all updated when I can. Good luck on your next trial. Hopefully one of you will be able to write back to us somehow; it would be convenient to have communication between our two sides.

Sincerely,
Kurosawa Dia

[beyondmoe]

[He lifts his head and nods, dead serious and unrepentant.]

You had transformed when we met at the apartments. True names may or may not exist here.... So as far as I was concerned, that was indeed your name at the time.

[telecosmetic]

Well, you could tell them something that was private between me and them! I...I talked to a few people in private before this...

[telecosmetic]

[Oh hi Dia. Hope you don't mind a hug.] S-someone was lurking outside Zack's room...I distracted him. [She manages a weak smile.] Zack's alright, at least...

[crossingout]

That's not the point. Why do you think I can see and hear you guys?! I'm the only one who's had their normal powers ever since the beginning!

[telecosmetic]

...really? How did you manage to keep them?

[crossingout]

Are you really that dense?

[ Zange narrows her eyes, sighing almost aggressively as she takes out the objects she's stuffed in her pockets and shows it to her. They're two magical phones. One is a golden color and the other is just an ordinary phone. ]

Do you get it now?

[telecosmetic]

[Eliza stares at the phone.] Y-you got a different phone? Does that allow you to use your powers?

[crossingout]

I really have to spell it out for you, don't I... this golden one is the master console. The person who is currently Fav-san's master is me.

[telecosmetic]

[It's a combination of her being kinda dense and her just trusting everyone here.] ...what?

...so, everything you said as the mastermind is what you really think...?

[crossingout]

Of course not!

[ Anger spills out of her mouth for a few seconds as she pockets the master console, her voice shaky as she shakes her head and gets ahold of herself, taking deep breaths in, then out, lowering her voice again. ]

No. Never. Everything that I've ever said as the mastermind is a lie. My power as a goddess fuels on people's thoughts and beliefs about me. It doesn't matter if they think badly of me, the more they think about me, the more powerful I get. Anger is one of the most powerful.

[telecosmetic]

[Eliza flinches back from Zange's rage, and she clenches her fists as she whispers.] So Fav was right...do you not have enough power now, then?

[crossingout]

You don't have to whisper. I'm the only one who can hear you, anyway.

[ Zange, on the other hand... has to be careful, because it'll look like she's talking to herself. Especially as she's the mastermind almost everyone was trying to kill.

Nevertheless, she continues. ]

And I don't. If I did, I would destroy the master console myself and resurrect everyone that's ever died because of this game. Then myself and Hakua, along with everyone else, could go home.

[raisingproject]

No.

We can do things...but we're more limited in what we could do. Us, more than you.

[He points to B.] You're less limited than we are. Partly because of the keys.

Partly because you're still new. You still remember everything about yourself.

WEEK 2 - TRIAL

[raisingproject]

The moment the clock hits 8 AM, all ghosts, just like the living, will be transported into the trial room. Of course, they'll notice that they'll be at the trial before the living due to certain... circumstances, but hey. April Fool's, am I right?

Basically, feel free to make your own top levels in regards to the trial happenings for the week.

WEEK 2 - MESSAGES ARE CLOSED

[raisingproject]

Letters

[raisingproject]

What? That shouldn't be- [The nearest ghost a smaller girl with an outline of a sword scabbard on her hip surges forward. She halts before her fingers would pass through the hand holding the letter.]

...That isn't. [It can't be. But if it is...she turns towards the new ghosts.] How did you do it? All those years of searching and we've never once been able to reach anyone.

...how?