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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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The place? No. I know this building pretty well.

[He climbs to his feet and looks towards the doors.] You'll be able to look around ...except for one cell in the back. We can't get at it.

Probably one of the keys is in there.

I see. So these places are always here, but only become reachable with...progress. [Loath is she to call her own death "progress" like it's the next step on someone's video game quest.]

I suppose there's a reason we can't go near the keys.

[Ostensibly she knows that all of the ghosts must be tired of these new intrusions, but she's also a little bundle of spite and rage.]

They seem like they're warded against anything spirit or spiritual. You'd have to find and talk to the ghost in the hospital. She's a tall girl in a robe. [He thinks about how to pose his reply to the earlier statement. After a moment, he adds.]

Not...exactly. Think of that barrier as a shell and everything beyond it as...death. Going past the barrier would have killed you.

[One lifts her chin slightly to acknowledge what he's said. Cavorting about with ghosts...what a sad unlife this is. But she'll have to give this girl in the hospital a visit.]

I'm afraid that doesn't help me now. [She gestures with her hand at her very-dead self.] Anyway, it did its job. It kept us in one space for long enough.

It did. As more die, it will expand. [He can't quite keep the upset out of his tone. People dying doesn't sit well with him. It never did.]

Anything you really want to know? I've been here a while. I can at least fill in some blanks.

I can't wait. [One's voice is dry. Unfortunately, she's heard the motive. She can't see things going without violence this week, and it seems inevitable that someone will act. Maybe he's already come to the same conclusion.]

There are a lot of things. I'm a curious person. Do you know Hajime?

[He winces. As much as he'd like to think otherwise someone will kill this week.This is the motive that makes everyone desperate.]

Hinata, actually. Hajime is my given name. What can I do for you?

Ah, so it's you. [How fortunate that she ran into him here. One watches the wince dissipate, searching his unclear features for something in his reaction.]

You knocked over a tree. Are your conversations with that girl always so volatile?

[He covers his face with a hand. Somehow he knew that was going to haunt him. ...literally.]

No. I'm sorry I lost my temper. [But how did she know it was him?] ...how did you know it was me that did that? Did Zange tell you?

[It doesn't matter to her. He's not the only one who's lost his temper. One hasn't been in possession of hers since Sunday night.]

That's right. She didn't tell me what your argument was about, if you're worried about that. She told me to ask you.

[He stares at her for a long moment before he finally says,]

I see. We've been arguing for a long time on how to end the games for good. She has a way that is... I don't agree with it. While I've been looking into the keys.

Is that the ritual she told me about when I first arrived?

I tried to listen to her fairly, but I was...displeased.

[There's no humor in her smile. Of course, she committed all of Zange's words to memory. But even then--she lacks the meaning to make sense of them.]

No. It's the win condition for a person chosen by the master. The ritual...I've only just heard about it.

[He wants to find out if he can trust it. He stares upwards at the sky.] I want to look into it myself.

But we can't access the book it came from. Not yet. It's beyond the barrier.

[Assuming the win condition is something not unlike what being the last out of four contestants to survive, One glosses over a little bit.]

I suppose the barrier is linked to mana. Meaning we can't proceed until another death.

Yes. It's linked to our mana. But it's true you can't proceed until another death. [He grimaces.]

It's always been like that.

☆ WELCOME TO HELL, YE POOR SOULS.

Only in dreams or something witty like that

everything i know is wrong...

Plot shields can't save you in rp, text it

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I missed this one, super sorry about that.