☆ 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]

...it's Zange, isn't it? [There aren't that many people left alive...] I guess we can't really ambush her then...

[After musing, she's going to lean against Zack again, looking over at Ray.] Hey...I heard a bit about her from what you told Recette, but I don't think you mentioned how you first met...

[raisingproject]

[Yet another nod from the girl, she seems to be obviously distressed at the mention of Zange, however.]

[zackthekiller]

[Zack mumbles something about a sacrifice and "supposed to kill her" through his whimpering.]

[Poor Zack.]

[raisingproject]

...technically. From your world?

[raisingproject]

Someone might be able to share mana with you to help stave it off. I don't know. I felt you should know so you could be careful.

[raisingproject]

Sounds like a good idea to me. [He agrees, sighing quietly. More crazy stuff. Just another day dead.]

[telecosmetic]

[Eliza blinks.] A...sacrifice? Isn't that what those weird cults do?

[raisingproject]

Usually such a process does involve sacrifices of the physical, mental, soul, or other natures. I have checked for hundreds of years for every scrap of information I could find and,

[she puts a hand over her face as she sighs heavily. Her neutral tone shifts to something exasperated.]

this 'ritual' only costs spiritual energy and the blood of the caster. There is no series of carefully orchestrated events. No body count. Nothing like that at all. Just spiritual energy focused through ten souls, and sent outwards, reviving them and then the rest.

We don't even break the chains holding our powers at bay. We're revived right back into the cages that are snuffing our senses and blinding our eyes. 'Shit is whack yo.'. [She drags her hand down and shakes her head.]

The rest is moving the energy, which anyone with spiritual power could do but perhaps the fact a Goddess will be doing said revivals is why the cost is negated. Zange will never give me a straight answer on that.

Of course if they murder her we'll still be sodas with straws sticking out of us. So it might all be moot speculation.

[zackthekiller]

[He might be able to explain when he's calmed down some.]

[hawthorned]

[As Dahlia herself has no powers to speak of, that news isn't as hard hitting for her as she suspects it might be for Szayel. She glances very briefly at him, subtly trying to catch his reaction to it. Upon further reflection, she looks back at Rose however.]

When you say we're revived back into our cages.... do you mean we're brought back to Town A or to our original worlds?

[A beat. That's too much said about her opinion on her supposed eventual fate back at home, and she knows it. Scowling more at herself than anyone in the room, she clears her throat.]

I-in any case, I doubt the others will kill her right away. There's been multiple mentions of this reviving ritual that they won't make hasty decisions. The most impulsive of our group are dead now.

[telecosmetic]

[Well, she's just going to keep hugging him and rubbing his back, if he'll let her.] Sh-should we tell the others about this? They might have better ideas...

[selfloving]

There's some interest in the library, and I agree with that impulse. Most of our reading compatriots are dead now, but a building like that is bound to draw attention.

If we are successful, all that you worked for may be undone. Are you all right with that?

[selfloving]

Yes, the strategy lies it determining the line between straightforward and obfuscating.

Oh? After that circus, I wonder what you thought. To draw on that conversation, surely, might be more elucidating for Miach at least.

[theotherother]

I don't know if I'm all right with it, but it's for the best.

[selfloving]

[She smiles wryly, aware of how overdone the expression--this type of conversation--is. What kind of useless rumination is this?]

Maybe it was just a rhetorical question. Self-pity.

It's nice to see you out. What are you finding?

[selfloving]

[How interesting that Hinata, who was barely a wisp of a man just weeks ago, has all those memories pouring into him. How much power is returning to him! She'd like to think it's a good thing, but...The erosion of their mana might be just as worrying.]

I hope it isn't too familiar to you, or that your memories do not reveal too deep a well of regrets. [Time to go look for places to put stones.]

[selfloving]

Martyr. [This clearly earns a smirk.] You had the best of intentions from the start. That's what this is about. What a frustrating person you are.

Your strengths aren't in clues and puzzles, right? [Guess who's getting poached when the physical-contact mana power boost comes up as a possibility?]

[selfloving]

If only it added speed as well as power. Anything to get through these agonizing conversations a little quicker. You would know. [She makes deliberate eye contact.]

They're having trouble with the book. Is there something else, some nudge they need?

[theotherother]

Hey, it's apparently the one thing I'm good at.

[Just a shrug. It's not accompanied by self pity and angst and all the other crap from a few days ago. The baggage is still there, of course, but he's trying to not do that as much.]

And yeah, I'm not good at that stuff.

[selfloving]

It's my weakness as well, if I've no way of overcoming those frustrations.

[She wonders if he's just given a response about something he's "good" at and something he isn't like a child listing a profile.]

What else are you good at, besides your poorly-planned philosophy of heroism?

[telecosmetic]

...thanks for the warning. [She's still a bit awkward around him.]

[zackthekiller]

... H-huh?

[He looks over his shoulder, staring Eliza in the eye.]

... Yeah. Might as well...

[He slowly backs up from Ray, staring at her dazed form longingly. He's almost willing to leave her now, but before he does...]

I'll be back... If this ritual thing works, I'm coming back for her, and when I do...

I swear to God, I'll kill her.

FINAL TRIAL

[raisingproject]

[ For any spectating, yelling, etc. ]

[zackthekiller]

You better not fuck this up, guys...

[Ozuma's there? Did someone die in the trial room?]

[He can talk to spirits, right?]

Hey, Oz. You think you can relay messages to the living from us? I know we can't give them answers but... I really don't want anyone to screw us all over.

[raisingproject]

[He brings his closed fist up close to his face as he thinks about that. One is right, they might need more. But. He glances around at the assembled ghosts.] Hey.

Has anyone talked to them since the books were dropped?