☆ 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

[beyondmoe]

The death of the world... well, maybe she can swap mine in. I'll have to have a chat with her myself.

[This is probably a joke but... No one would miss the death note world, probably? It'd be a good 'fuck you' to L!]

....So, who was it?

[Eliza's killer. It would probably be easy enough for him to determine who it was, but why bother, when the dead show up here anyway? A waste of effort frankly.]

[telecosmetic]

You'd probably have to kill her and become Fav's new master, from what she explained... [Eliza isn't sure what else to say here.]

...I'm not sure. It was pretty dark, and he was outside Zack's room. So I...distracted him. [She's...pretty sure it was a guy, from what she could see of the body shape.]

[beyondmoe]

[...It's probably not going to help when he cracks a slight smile at that. It's fair for her to correct him like that. For her to be disgusted too.]

That's fine with me. But ... Do you want me to say it? Your real name? Do you want justice?

[He really wonders what she'd do, or if she only wants to yell...]

Week 3, Wednesday

[telecosmetic]

[Eliza's feet end up bringing her to the dollhouse today. She pokes her head in curiously, before blinking at all the dolls of people. Which apparently some of the others here recognize. She looks some more, and finds a pair of dolls that resemble...her own parents. After a while, she transforms into her magical form.]

Hi Mom...hi Dad. I...didn't expect this to happen when I left home, you know? I...I've made a lot of new friends too. I'll...I'll do my best to come home to you. [She reaches out to hug the dolls after a while.] I'll introduce you to all my friends from here... [Yeah there's no way that can go wrong.]

[crossingout]

Fine.

You still haven't answered my question. What. Do. You. Want. [ She punctuates each word that she manages to say as her anger dissipates and slowly slips into something akin of annoyance. ] If you came here to yell at me like a whiny bitch, then I'll have to ask you to leave.

[selfloving]

Don't you ever--

[She isn't any better than her traitorous sister if she loses her temper (never mind that she's already lost it and then some).

She reins it in just barely, and controls her words so much they about flatline.]

The "exorcism." What was it.

[crossingout]

You can say anything you want, but that isn't going to stop me from saying it, you know. You can't hurt me.

[ And now she's being a little shit, even though she doesn't have to be. ]

A lie, obviously. Hajime-kun had messed up the park when he transformed and punched the tree and ruined the floor, so I had to come up with an excuse for it. I can't just say that I saw a ghost and he did that, after all. I'm not stupid enough to get this body killed.

Week 3 - Tuesday - Police station

[raisingproject]

[If you venture past the police station one of the shadowy ghosts is there. He has been there since Monday. He'd been the silent figure standing at the back of the group during trials and the rarest seen around. For a ghost he keeps to himself. The impressions from his silhouette is average clothes, sometimes the impression of a tie. It's the hair every time that makes it obvious which one he is. The spike at the top is unusual.

He looks up at anyone approaching directly, and puts his clear attention on. Solitary he might be, but unfriendly he is not.] What is it?

Re: Week 3, Wednesday

[telecosmetic]

[And after realizing that she can affect the dolls in her transformed state, she's going to hurry and look for anyone else in here. Upon finding this scene, she immediately tries to grab the nearest doll and make it wave.]

Hey, you two!

[telecosmetic]

[Eliza is just walking past right now.] Oh, um, hi! I just...wanted to see what was in here. [A pause] You...were part of a previous game as well?

[raisingproject]

All of us were. [He stares up at the sky briefly and back at her.] We're what's left from those games.

[telecosmetic]

...yeah. Like those other people whose names were on that list? [If necessary she'll go point it out to him directly.]

[raisingproject]

Which list? There's several out there. [Including a few he'd rather never talk about.]

[telecosmetic]

Um...I know there was one in the hotel lobby. We all signed our own names on there as well.

[raisingproject]

That one. That's one of them alright. We all signed it in our times too. [He sighs.]

But we're not all from the same games.

[telecosmetic]

Yeah, that makes sense. [A game with everyone here would sure be a clusterfuck, wouldn't it?] Um, do you remember how long ago your game was?

[raisingproject]

No. All I know is it's been at least two hundred years since then.

[beyondmoe]

[Just stick this in his envelope. He made this. It totally counts as a message, right.]

[selfloving]

[Hajime. Okay. She'll remember that one. She'll also remember how much she loathes Zange right this instant, how much she remembers what wrath really feels like. But she holds it in.]

Was he angry at you or something else?

It's true I wouldn't have believed you then...But what do you plan to do if someone chooses you as a target?

[crossingout]

That's none of your business. He misunderstood me, anyway.

[ She shrugs. ] And isn't that obvious? I'm going to protect this body. I'm not a defenseless little girl like everyone else here. I won't let Hakua die. Especially when we're so close to saving everyone.

[telecosmetic]

...oh. [Eliza pauses, then leans forwards to try and hug him.] We'll figure something out. Things are already changing. We can already send messages...

[raisingproject]

[He pulls back before she can hug him. He is not a hug sort of person.] It's the keys. Why that is possible because of them, I don't really know. That needs investigated.

[telecosmetic]

[Oh come on, even the serial killers let her hug them. You're gonna let yourself be shown up by a serial killer?] Well, aren't those all people's old rooms? Do you know any of them? [It's too bad Dahlia is investigating the Dangan Room in the future from here.]

[selfloving]

I don't know if that's appropriate so long as our situation is closer to his than yours.

[She's stopped yelling, at least, so this at least sounds like a logical suggestion than baseless bitching. The corner of her mouth twists up wryly.] No, it was obvious. So you would defend yourself and control the results?

[raisingproject]

We know each other here. In death. We're all from difference games that happened. [It's just how he is. Hugs aren't his thing.]

They are our rooms. Mine is...soon I think.