☆ 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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[perfectbeing]

I heard you the first time.

[It just took him a moment to process...and for his seething rage to kick back in once the gravity of June's reveal hits him like a bus.]

I spent all of that time searching for a way to get my abilities returned to me, only for on to be stolen from under my nose, the others eluding my grasp... And now of all times they are returned to me?!

This is the cruelest fucking joke-

[perfectbeing]

[...

Thankfully, he catches himself before he completely goes off. Conserving his energy is for the best right now. He can take his anger out on the one his ire is truly directed at later.

So, he clears his throat and takes a deep breath to compose himself.]

Excuse me.

[The lightest of apologies. I am so sorry June.]

Your ability...it has something to do with alternate universes, correct?

[Subtle topic change...! He is just so mad, he doesn't want to talk about the actual ability situation right now.]

[perfectbeing]

[Szayel can't say he expected this to end up being a trait either...the trait of even hanging out with people to begin with, that is.

It's a little awkward to be here after meeting his end in this very place but it's also not going to stop him from carrying out investigations, especially when this ritual is pretty crucial.]

Rather interesting to know that someone has been around this place the entire time. I wonder what she witnessed while we weren't here...

[Did she get to watch him bleed out down here? ...look, there have been more morbid inquiries, right? There is one mystery in particular that he's curious about...but they're here on other business.]

[raisingproject]

Oh, the stories I could tell but let's slip past those to what you're here for. [A smooth and calm toned voice says as the familiar static cracks on the air. A robed girl walks out of the shadows, and smiles just enough to be obvious.]

Unless you'd fancy a stroll down the path of unsolved mysteries. [Another small smile that vanishes as she raises one eyebrow.] Might I go ahead and assume you're not here about the hunter but, about our potential return from the cold embrace of the grave.

[hawthorned]

Ah.

[This is harder than she initially thought it would be, but not because she has even a modicum of compassion for Zange. She doesn't usually have so many angry words to say that it's hard to marshal them into a coherent story from start to finish. Who knew choking on rage was actually a thing?]

Zange is the mastermind. [There that's a start. She lets that hang in the air for a good second before the rest of her vitriol comes tumbling right after it.]

If you talk to the others here, they'll tell you a ridiculous sob story about how she's been trapped here for a millennium and has been forced to run the murder games lest her own world be destroyed. What's pathetic is that whether that's true or not some of the fools here are actually defending her, like she's worthy of anything other than a slow and painful death.

[raisingproject]

[That... sure was a thing. Although thankfully, June doesn't seem to be phased in the slightest bit, still keeping her rather calm demeanor.]

It does, yes. I have the ability to shift my mind from one place to another.

[It doesn't matter if she says it now or not, so might as well.]

[hawthorned]

[Her eyes narrow as the woman speaks. But hey, she has gotten better since Tuesday in the sense that she'll actually refrain from saying any of her more sarcastic quips. She'll save those for whenever she feels this conversation isn't going anywhere anyway.]

Both are topics of interest to me personally. I don't mind taking a slight detour to satisfy more personal inquiries about the hunter to address the pink elephant in the room first.

[A side glance at Szayel.] Unless you have other preferences.

[raisingproject]

[Lucina climbs slowly to her feet and waits until he's done the same.] Well, we're still having to remind ourselves of our names. There is Nakajima Atsushi, he's quiet unless he doesn't need to be.

[People never realize he's dangerous until then.] There is the seer, Rose Lalonde. Ash the caretaker and trainer of fantastic beasts, Sigma who knows June. And...Heather. Her last name escapes me right now.

The last one I don't see much of so it's difficult to remember their name right now. I'll remember soon.

[perfectbeing]

[Well look at that, she really was here.

Szayel nods when Dahlia glances his way. They both have that interest in common. They were both taken out by the hunter, after all.]

If you have any insights, we would be happy to hear them.

[...so did she see him bleed out, then.]

[ladiesfirst]

[There's a long pause, before Eruna walks up and envelops Edna in a tight hug.]

I'm sorry that I wasn't there to help you, Edna-chan.

[ladiesfirst]

Hey!

[The greeting is coming from... unfortunately, not one of the living, but from Eruna, who spotted him here at the tower.]

Do you mind if I join you here?

[breakingthrough]

That's right. Every seraph has an element they command-- and mine is earth. Convenient, isn't it?

[zackthekiller]

[Zack nods at most of the names.]

Well, I guess we'll have to ask that guy when we see them. And FYI, those fantastic beasts are called "pokemon." I took care of one for a while.

[Eliza taught him well.]

[breakingthrough]

[You'd think she would have gotten better at dealing with this sort of thing, but she's still at a loss for comforting him. There's... not much to offer, seeing as they're both, well... dead.

So she doesn't say anything, just leans against him, trying to be a friendly presence.
Or something like that.

...she's trying.]

[breakingthrough]

...

[Being hugged, it's even harder not to cry. Especially when she's apologizing...]

That's my line, isn't it?

[After all, she's the one who failed to protect Eruna when they were both still alive.]

[zackthekiller]

Huh?

[Aw, he thought you were Sera or something. Still, he did run her club while she was out. Fair is fair.]

Uh, sure. [He moves over so she can sit next to him.]

[zackthekiller]

[He's not gonna push her away.]

[He's not used to being comforted, so the presence is accepted.]

[Look, he's even moving closer to her and lerring her lean on him.]

[raisingproject]

[Hey Zack, here's a ghost that's been keeping to herself. She hasn't really wanted to talk to any of you guys, sorry. Unlike the other ghosts, she doesn't really have much to say or interest in hanging out with you guys.

In fact, she was coming up here just to get away from all the noise down on the ground because there's so many people now.]

What are you doing here?

[Kind of hard to tell, but she sounds annoyed at there being someone else at the tower today.]

[theotherother]

No, I...

[Okay, after the other thing.]

No, definitely not. I wouldn't want to remind anyone of something like that.

[ladiesfirst]

[Oh noooo--]

Don't cry Edna-chan, it's okay! I mean... at least we're able to see each other again now?

[... She's trying so hard to find a bright side here.]

[ladiesfirst]

Thanks!

[She plops down next to him, kicks her legs out in front of her a little here.]

... And hey, thanks for taking care of the club while I was gone too. It really means a lot to me.

[raisingproject]

I see. [Something wistful enters her tone as she turns and walks towards the door.]

In my world we had wyverns, pegasi, and gryphons...among other such creatures that were big enough to ride into battle.

...I barely remember it. I just remember how wondrous it was to even befriend one of them. We needed wonder.

[raisingproject]

[She pulls her hood up. It gives her the illusion she still remembers her face and it messes with people. Being underestimated is rather effective for any purpose she has in mind.]

I am surprised that no one has thought about what Not one of you could mean. Or compared the cuts on the bodies to the weapons in the Traitor room.

Or have you?

[telecosmetic]

[Eliza nods.] That should make things a lot faster! [A pause] Can you do stuff like...make giant walls grow out as well? Or make sculptures with it? I, um, I don't mean you need to actually show me, because of the mana drain. I'm just curious.

[telecosmetic]

...no thanks. I'm not really interested in doing anything more to him. [And with that she'll try to kick him in the shin and then run away. Because she's mature like that. Even if she misses she's running away anyways, because the important thing is irritating him, honestly.]