☆ 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

[theotherother]

[He's not even going to dignify that with a response because he definitely will. Everyone hope there's no ghost bar because he will go drown his sorrows and never leave.]

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.]

[selfloving]

Shut up! I'm not going to say either and give you the satisfaction. [From her tone of voice, it's definitely not just because she's feeling magnanimous. 'Garbage' probably wouldn't be her word of choice...But. He's not a child and doesn't need to be coddled into his pain. She thinks of Eliza, shrugs dismissively.] Her reasons are her own. At least she died for the sake of protecting someone else.

Protecting just one person... [Her voice lowers.] How wasteful. [Is One talking about Eliza's motivations or Kaine's?]

[theotherother]

[Of course she's not going to say, he wishes she would. Sure it'd just further his pity party, but he's spent weeks bracing for people to call him all sorts of horrible things, and it never really happened.]

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.]

[selfloving]

I'll wait for you to hold your tongue, first! You understand now. You've chosen to shoulder the consequences for your actions! [The length of his speech surprises her more than the contradictions in it.

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.

[theotherother]

[After being pushed aside and that remark, he'll just stay here for a while and think about what he's done. Moreso than he has been anyway. Thanks One, nice talking to you.]