☆ WELCOME TO HELL, YE POOR SOULS.

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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

[telecosmetic]

[She's going to let him cry into her shoulder, and just hug him tighter.] We-we're going to stop it! We've already found more than half the spots needed for the ritual! That hunter won't have time to hurt anyone else!

[crossingout]

You know, glaring at me isn't going to help you at all.

[theotherother]

So do they look like keyholes or something else?

[telecosmetic]

I think we'll just get a feeling when we're near one of them. We need to mark them somehow as well.

[theotherother]

Great. All right, I'll take a look, see what I can find.

[zackthekiller]

[He barely responds with a nod. This... This is just too much at once for him.]

[zackthekiller]

What the fuck am I supposed to do, then?! Throw rocks at people and go "boo?"

[telecosmetic]

And...Recette has Blade and Dragon and Slinky with her. They'll look after her too...

[After a bit more hugging, she'll bunch up her hand into a fist and tap him lightly on the shoulder.]

...sorry. I kind of promised I'd do that if you ended up here. I punched Tamamo and Joshua and...Kaine too. [She sounds hesitant to say that last name.] Also I kicked Suzy in the shin. [Technically she missed.]

[breakingthrough]

[...that murderous rage is absolutely familiar. The unfortunate part is that it's coming not from a living person but from a ghost of someone that Edna had hoped would live. Guess neither of them had been able to shake the hunter in the end.

At the very least he should be able to help them from this side. Once he gets out of this slump. He looks terrible... for now, she quietly walks over and sits next to him, pulling her legs up to her chest.]

...long time no see.

[breakingthrough]

[Instead of doing this the hard way, Edna realizes that she can do this the easy way. Although she'd been fortunate enough to have certain abilities at her fingertips thanks to her regains-- there's nothing quite like being able to manipulate a rock through the air with her will and some mana.]

...now that's more like it.

[Even though she's dead, it feels... nice... to feel like an Earth Seraph again. Working together it's not a bad task and completed fairly quickly.]

[zackthekiller]

[Zack slowly glances up at Edna.]

[He acknowledges her with a pitiful look then goes back to screaming into his sleeve.]

[zackthekiller]

[Zack continues to sob... Until he is booped on the shoulder with a fist.]

[He glances up.]

... Wha... What about Kaine?

[crossingout]

Don't be stupid. The living people still need to find the areas where the keys need to be placed. You can at least put markers down for that.

[zackthekiller]

... Oh, right...

Is there a specific order for this, or do we just need to put keys in certain places?

[hawthorned]

You're too soft, Miss Eliza. [A giggle.] Save your compassion for people who've actually earned it.

[hawthorned]

Oh, let's just say that I'm tired of sob stories is all. It seems everywhere you turn in this dreary little hellscape, someone has some dumb little tearjerker about "h-how it wasn't really their f-fault" and that "they r-really had no choice" and I'm sick of it.

Is that so wrong?

[theotherother]

[Well, it was his fault and he did have a choice, but...]

You know, I'd think you'd be happier with that, rather than stuck with a bunch of cold-blooded murderers.

[He doesn't sound as thrown off by this as he did a moment ago. He's kind of got the gist of it, not the specifics, but...]

But then again, that's all bullshit, right?

[selfloving]

There are plenty of those in the dollhouse.

[Of course she knows what Zange is talking about, she just had to get that one in.] Poor thing. Caught up in your circle of death for this long.

You avoided something in this conversation, but I'll be generous and assume that's due to the rules.

[crossingout]

I know.

Well, she was the one who offered her body to me. Besides, if she didn't allow me to interfere, she would have been dead a long time ago.

And assume that as you wish. Is that all?

[telecosmetic]

Oh wow, is that one of your powers? That's so cool!

[hawthorned]

[That's ok, she wasn't looking for an apology from Szayel in the first place. If anything, she could have started the whole thing off with a simple 'hello' herself rather than griping right off the bat, but hey. Nobody said the dead had to be chipper.]

Don't get too used to this, Mr. Granz. I'm told whether we help or not the other ghosts fully intend on going through with that ritual. If it works, we will all return to life and this town is destroyed in the process. But the fossils amongst us seem to think we'll be returned home before that. Including, of course, Zange. [While her tone had been one of poorly veiled contempt, the girl's name is said with a particular venom behind it. Her expression clears marginally as she continues.]

I saw something similar myself. There was a flash of pink and white in the mirror. I turned around and attempted to defend myself, but... clearly I failed.

[telecosmetic]

[She wraps her arms around him tighter.] ...he's the one who killed me. Please don't go fight him over that! [She will stop you with the power of hugs, okay?]

[crossingout]

The latter.

[selfloving]

[She watches the ghost tug her hood up, speculating. Does it make her uncomfortable to think about her own death? Funny, that even someone who plays at being so sophisticated and bombproof might have those pains as well.]

We can point them back there if there's something worth their time. Otherwise, it is that wretched place we must put our time into. I don't fear it, wretchedness or not.

[hawthorned]

Don't be silly, of course it isn't. I would have vastly preferred that while I was alive; I don't have a death wish, you know. But now that we're dead, I hardly see how being surrounded by cold blooded killers is going to hurt me.

[A shrug.]

But that's all besides the point. You really had me convinced it wasn't you who killed that sweet girl.... and you got away with it by killing Miss One, too. Truly, I'm shocked.