☆ 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]

[Eliza looks up.] I...I...I'm sorry! I'm sorry I got you involved in this! Please, don't blame Recette!

[selfloving]

I think I reserve the right to blame whomever I choose, don't you think? [Her tone remains even.]

[telecosmetic]

[Eliza's brow wrinkles.] So what? Recette didn't place all six votes on you! Or make you fight to the death instead of do a tiebreaker vote! Or actually stab you!

[selfloving]

Don't be foolish. I have enough blame to go around. I, too, put my faith in the wrong hands this past week. If you really want to take the blame, I can always find more.

[telecosmetic]

[Eliza glowers some more. One of her hands clenches momentarily into a fist, before relaxing.] She's blaming herself enough for both of us anyways! She doesn't need more of that!

[selfloving]

Oh? What happened to "I'm sorry"? [Her eyes track to Eliza's clenching fist.]

I'm not interested in her self-flagellation. You forgive on your own timetable, and I'll forgive on mine.

[telecosmetic]

What are you talking about? I don't have the right to apologize for her, even if she did do anything she needed to apologize for! [Eliza growls.] You better not upset her more with your message!

[selfloving]

What will you do if that happens?

[She has no plans to do anything of the sort, but watching this gentle, optimistic girl who'd promised to "prove" she could trust others lash out at her is enough to keep One poking at the sores.]

Are you willing to overlook anything a friend does? You can still believe in someone and let other people nurse their own pain.

[telecosmetic]

Y-you'll see! I won't let Recette get hurt any further by someone holding a stupid grudge!

[...she's probably being a hypocrite here, but who cares.]

So what if you're in pain? Will hurting her make you feel better?

[selfloving]

I lost my chance to really hurt her when that man drove his weapon into my heart.

[What can she do now that she's dead?]

Stop yelling. You won't convince me this way.

Sorry for ending it here, I feel too much backtagging this would mess with things too much

[telecosmetic]

[Eliza huffs, then spins around and marches off.] Fine then! As long as you leave her alone from now on!