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raisingproject) wrote2017-03-26 08:18 pm
raisingproject) wrote2017-03-26 08:18 pm
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☆ WELCOME TO HELL, YE POOR SOULS.
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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She lets him talk, the most she's ever heard him say at once, and is silent for a while after that.]
I suppose you were right about one thing. [He didn't make it through.]
You should take some more responsibility for it. [She doesn't want his apologies, his repentance, doesn't even really care that he won in a fight against her when she's known for months that all of her fighting ability was given to her by that monstrous flower.] You took it upon yourself to take action. Do something horrible to save someone. You carried out exactly what you planned to do.
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What more am I supposed to? I tried avoiding them all after that, it didn't work, I tried helping and that sure as hell didn't fix anything. It's just...
[He's completely clueless about things like this.]
Christ, I don't even know if it'll actually help or not.
[And then just because he's not done kicking himself.]
Pete was right, I am garbage.
[Peter also said for Kaine not to use his guilt and all this as a crutch in the same conversation, but he's choosing not to focus on that because of course he's not.]
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[Not today, scarlet satan. She has no interest in listening to him condemn himself like he's kicking his own sadness around, like he's the only one who tried to protect and failed.]
You got what you wanted, so I don't want to hear that you hate yourself now because it wasn't the right person. [The right people. One comes out of her kneel slowly, standing, though he still towers over her. There's no violent intent in her stance.]
You either want me to say, "No, you did what you thought was right," or "Yes, you are garbage."
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I'd think you lost your mind if you said that first one.
[No one ever thinks anything like this is right. Even Kaine doesn't really think it was the right move, just the only thing he could think to do at the time.]
The second one though, I'd understand. If anybody deserves to be more pissed off about this than Eliza, it's you.
[Because that makes sense to him.]
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Protecting just one person... [Her voice lowers.] How wasteful. [Is One talking about Eliza's motivations or Kaine's?]
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If that person's important to you, it's not wasteful.
[He looks away again, not out of guilt, okay, maybe out of that, but just because he's definitely made stupid decisions to protect people. This wasn't a new thing, just one in a long line of things.]
I don't think she considers trying to save her friend a waste. And I...look, what I did was stupid, shortsighted, and any other word you want to throw in there. And it's on the long list of terrible decisions I've made, and I'll probably regret things happening the way they did for as long as I'm stuck in...whatever the fuck this is. So forever, probably.
[As far as he knows, anyway.]
But...
[There is just the longest drawn out sigh here because he's kind of done with his pity party. What comes out next is part anger, mostly at the whole situation, but more just kind of acceptance.]
I don't regret trying to help someone I care about. Like I said, she doesn't have anybody else. Doesn't make it right, and it sure as hell doesn't make it okay, but I knew it wasn't when I decided to kill someone.
[He's always known, and yet, he does it anyway.]
So if this ends with you punching me in the face or somehow killing me as a ghost or whatever, can we skip to that? You're probably tired of hearing me talk anyway.
[Humor is probably a bad idea, and yet he still went for that lame attempt to lighten the mood.
As it's probably been made clear, he's not a bright man.]
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She stares flatly at him for a few moments longer, waiting to see if maybe he's finished. Stiffly, with great determination in her stride, One walks towards--and past him, aggressively enough to either push him aside or at least buzz by him with sharp air. Dramatic.]
That's not worth my energy. [One bites. It's purposefully sharp] If you want to face justice, do it after this game is over.
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