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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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[Well, being shredded by mirror glass and incinerated is a great way to wake up in the morning, so there's some hoarse screaming coming from his room as he shoots awake. He's only human, so there's only so much composure he can have. Though he'll stagger out into the hallway and look around in confusion, not even bothering to hunch, he'll eventually go back to recollect his cell phone. Upon reading the message, his expression goes back to blank as his fingers reach to reply to sender.]

Who is this?

[And eventually he'll explore the newly opened areas of the town. Of course, he searches all over so he could be found anywhere, but the most unusual of these is the playground. He'll actually sit on the swings, spring horsey and merry-go-round. Good opportunity to send him for a well-deserved spin, if desired.]

You're supposed to be smart, aren't you? Guess.

[ That's the immediate reply that's sent back to him, still anonymous as always. ]

It's no good to jump to conclusions. However, if I'm meant to know you, then I suppose you would be our friendly local "mastermind."

[He's not calling you M, you aren't from Wammy's. Even if it's a very good letter as the 13th in the alphabet. Anyway, Snow White didn't seem to have as much of a self-important air, so he's pretty sure he's right. Unless this is a random stranger who's being a smartass. Equally likely.]

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Ding ding ding, do you want a prize? Because unfortunately, dead people don't get those.

Greed on that level would have never crossed my mind. It's interesting enough that I still exist like this. Were you worried you'd miss me?

[B, don't tease the mastermind.]

It was a joke. And everyone who dies ends up being a ghost. I'm just the only person that can see dead people right now.

Oh? Are you claiming you had no hand to play in that?

Taking away people's powers wasn't my idea, no.

[ there is, for a brief moment, in which dia sees a glimpse of her murderer. it's when he's on the playground while dia's out and about, exploring the town; even if it's just a little glance, she could never forget the man who attacked her and murdered her.

but she wants to know why.

as furious and filled with hatred, anger, and disgust as she is, dia thinks she at least deserves an explanation, if he's willing to give one. whether or not he is...well. we'll see.

cautiously, keeping her distance, dia approaches him on the playground. ]

You owe me an explanation.

[B had calmed down since the morning, but hearing his victim's voice shakes him a bit - at least enough for a flicker of surprise to appear on his face. Though logically it made a bit of sense that if he was still here, so was she, but the way he was killed had been so far-fetched it would have been easy to dismiss as a well crafted illusion. Speaking to someone you killed with your own hands, that's a little different. He doesn't move toward her. For a moment, he's not sure what to say. Answering to a dead victim was never on his agenda.]

Umm. ....Are you sure that's what you want. I warn you, it will probably make this worse.

[The truth is pretty terrible, he doubts it would make her feel better about dying or anything.]

I said that you owe me an explanation! Regardless of how foolish it may or may not be, I at least deserve to know why you decided to take my life when I've done absolutely nothing to warrant this!

[ dia's face is flushed, red with rage and her voice is shaking. she's glaring daggers into him now, hands clenched at her sides. it's probably making her even angrier that she still has to see her murderer and see this god forsaken down even after death.

this is truly, truly a living nightmare. ]

... You just want to know why I chose you? [His shoulders sag, like that question tires him.] I didn't discriminate. It's all random, except for the name. dd is bb in reverse.

[See. Terrible.]

...

[ terrible indeed. but, she did get what she asked for; whether it would have hurt more or less if she didn't find out, however, is a different story. ]

So you picked me because of my magical girl name. Is that correct?

[He lifts his head and nods, dead serious and unrepentant.]

You had transformed when we met at the apartments. True names may or may not exist here.... So as far as I was concerned, that was indeed your name at the time.

Real name or not, you--

[ dia is seething now, and beyond birthday's blank expression is only egging her on even further. ]

You disgust me! And my name? My real name is Kurosawa Dia!

[...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...]

☆ WELCOME TO HELL, YE POOR SOULS.

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