☆ 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

[telecosmetic]

...so people have been killed a whole bunch of places, huh.

[zackthekiller]

[Sorry, person who looks like Zange's sister, Zack's going to check on the blonde girl in the white dress first.]

Ray?! Ray, can you hear me?!?

[Probably not, but he's kind of desperate here.]

[telecosmetic]

[Eliza glances over.] You'll have to introduce us after we get out of here.

[raisingproject]

[They won't be able to hear you, sorry. :(]

[raisingproject]

[The blue haired girl nods at the first question, but shakes her head at the second.]

[zackthekiller]

Ray! Come on, you gotta hear me! RAY?!

[Now he's really distressed. He doesn't have his scythe, he didn't see anything resembling a weapon, so now he's trying to grab at her neck.]

[If only he could remind her of that promise. If only he could keep it.]

[telecosmetic]

Darn it...we need some way to get that door open, then. [Eliza scratches her head.] I guess we need to figure out who else would be willing to help with that...

[raisingproject]

You probably only have 3-4 more times before it starts. [He shakes his head.] That's a rough guess.

[raisingproject]

[An attempt was made but it'll go right through.]

[telecosmetic]

...alright. I'll save it for something important then.

[hawthorned]

There's always someone. Maybe that person you made a wish for.

[raisingproject]

Yes. That, and I'm technically already dead.

[theotherother]

She'd just be pissed off if she knew about it. Trust me.

[zackthekiller]

[And now he'll make a few more attempts at grabbing Ray or doing SOMETHING before finally hugging her neck and sobbing tears of frustration.]

[It might be a bad idea to remind him of his magical form right now. He'll waste mana.]

[raisingproject]

Because I don't have anything to talk to them about.

[Nobody wants to hear her go on and on about some guy she doesn't remember.]

Even when I was alive, I didn't have much in common with the people in my game. We argued a lot. I remember that much.

[telecosmetic]

[Okay yeah Eliza's going to come over here and hug him as well.] You'll be able to speak to her again soon...I believe in our friends. They'll make it out of here and bring us all back and we'll all get to go home...

[selfloving]

[She makes a displeased face.]

It's physics, much as I'd hoped it was not. Two men push a stone up a hill. The stone moves twice as easily.

The powers that I bore all my life increased the need for certain physical contact. I wish I could say that my goals can be accomplished without it.

I suggest it be tested first on something with lower stakes, like contacting the living.

[zackthekiller]

[He gives her a slight glance, his imposing form protectively hovering over his hostage.]

[Not like he could do a fucking thing about anything.]

[Not one.]

[The hug is appreciated, though.]

CW: abuse

[zackthekiller]

Huh...

[You might get a friend in death, mystery girl. Zack also tends to alienate himself at times. That's what happens when young children are left in poor living conditions and figure out how to murder. They become impulsive killer street rats with little socialization.]

You remember if the guys you argued with were assholes?

[perfectbeing]

[Children, please.

But no, this is some good conversation. So Szayel lets it go until he has something to say.]

While we may have all been fitted with the "magical girl mold" so to speak, it isn't as though some of us didn't have abilities beforehand if that is their concern. [And have them back...when they're not as useful. So salty.] I do wonder what this system entails that they would have no qualms with simply killing us rather than assisting us with this mess.

[He understands scrapping things and starting over, but this is a bit much. Only because he would be the "scrap" in this case.

But yes, the ritual. Admittedly, this was something he was originally completely indifferent about when he first heard about it. Obviously it's a bit crucial now. Dahlia has his primary concern in mind with that question, so he'll look to Rose to see if she has an answer. For something as hefty as resurrecting multiple dead people, he expects the price to be equally hefty.]

[perfectbeing]

[...]

Naturally, you hadn't recovered it yet when you truly were in grave danger. Ah, what a cruel irony.

[He understands completely.]

[telecosmetic]

I-I can't find anything to cut the ropes with, and we can't untie them directly... [She glances over at the blue-haired girl.] Is...is there any other way in or out of this room beside that door?

[raisingproject]

[She shakes her head.]

[telecosmetic]

Oh...does someone have the key to this room then? To bring you guys food and stuff...

[raisingproject]

[A nod this time.]