☆ 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

[raisingproject]

[He can't help but blush a little at that look over.] A-h, um. I had some help.

Anyway, we need to look at the edges of the barrier and find the locations the keys need to be placed. You're right, we can't touch them. But the living can and we can leave marks at whatever we discover.

[What else. They need to make a quicker line of communication.] ...we need a faster way to contact them that isn't by letter. Or as tiring as switching forms.

[selfloving]

[She looks a little smug. Something about getting that kind of response is all too worth it.]

That should be doable, though I doubt our efforts will be met with unanimous support. [Bark bark Zange.]

I heard earlier that the network seems to be malfunctioning. What are the odds we could use that as our means?

[raisingproject]

...We could test it. It can't hurt to see if we can.

[Hinata spreads his hands apart, glancing at everyone in the room.]

This is new territory for all of us. We tried to be listened to for ages and now with the keys being turned, there's more freedom.

[A network malfunction. Their phones can only talk to the dead. But maybe...] I still don't know how those letters are made. But maybe we could use something like that?

[selfloving]

The letters...That girl has a lot of control over how they go out.

[She seems intent on arguing that they aren't real, too. Enough people in the courtroom already doubt their veracity.

She lowers her voice.]

You know her well enough. Do you think there's any chance she'll accommodate our efforts? Or will we have to find other means?

[raisingproject]

[Hinata has to take a second to review what he remembers. All the fights. The pleads to listen. And the truth he discovered when he first arrived.

He meets One's eyes.]

I think she will but I don't we should constantly rely on her to see our efforts through. We managed to contact someone at the start. We can do it again.

[selfloving]

That's right. I'd rather not rely on her for everything, either.

[Trust issues aside, Zange seems...unstable after all this time, One thinks.]

I'm not too keen on playing nice with them, either. The reasons should be obvious. But for now, I can write something if you want while we solve this puzzle.

*don't think we should - i was tired

[raisingproject]

Yes, I would like to guide them a little. We need their help in some ways to make this work out.

[He doesn't feel like Zange is insane. But if this game goes like the rest it would put her much closer to the brink. He spreads his hands.]

We have to use what we have.

[selfloving]

Just tell me what you want written. [She pauses.] If it's reasonable, I don't have a problem adding it.

It will be difficult to make them believe us. These notes are suspicious from the other side. We'll have to force their hands a bit.

Find me the next time I'm working on one. Maybe we can figure out how to do our own work.

[raisingproject]

Alright. I have somethings to take care of, but I'll find you when you're writing one some time.

If I'm right we might have more than one way to talk with just our own mana to work with.