☆ 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

[dereban]

Then next time I'll tell you when I'm going to do something like that. Then it won't be a surprise.

[raisingproject]

I'd rather you not do it at all!! [He shakes the snack warningly. No funny business while he writes out this next answer.]

[dereban]

Is it because you get easily embarrassed? Look, I've been dead longer than you. I get bored and needy.

[raisingproject]

How is that a reason to touch my chest? [The snack is nearly forgotten.] Who doesn't get embarrassed being grabbed like that??

[...actually he has a vague sense some of his classmates wouldn't care. Something about clouds and coaches.]</sma

[dereban]

That sounds like a challenge, Hajime. I wouldn't get embarrassed getting grabbed like that.

[raisingproject]

[That's not the point, he wants to say but just gives her a look instead. Why can't he win with her and Seer.]

You're the exception to that rule and you know it.

[dereban]

Or maybe you're just a wuss, Hajime. You and the tiger kid both get like this over these types of things... which is why you two are the easiest targets here.

[telecosmetic]

At least he lets you hug him. [Is she bitter? Nah...totally not.]

[dereban]

So?

[raisingproject]

How was that a let?! I had no say in that!

[raisingproject]

[How is he the wuss?! He glances at his notebook and back at her with his brows furrowed.] Neither he or I are wusses. You two are just...you.

...stow that for a moment. Can I possess my notebook? It's mine. There's still some clean pages in it.

[dereban]

I think you can possess it to write in it, but... I don't think you can talk.

[raisingproject]

...I'm fine with that. [His form changes, his shoulders straightening as long, black hair spills out to brush against his ankles. He opens red eyes, fixing them on her.

Hinat brushes off his dark suit and turns towards the notebook.]

I don't need to talk to answer questions.

[dereban]

Let's just hope your writing gets translated...

[Because, you know. Japanese.

Spoilers: it will.]

[raisingproject]

We'll see. [That notebook...it has his blood on it too.]

...will this work better because that notebook is saturated in my blood?

[dereban]

I don't think that it would change things too much, but... it might.

[raisingproject]

[He shuts his eyes for a moment and when he opens them, he blinks.]

...whatever makes this work, this feels weird.