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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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Mmmh...

[This is a lot to take in, but at least Zack makes an effort to sit up.]

[He's sulking, his eyes downcast.]

Would you prefer we walk as you ask me questions? I have found many times that has helped guide my sword when it was needed.

[She looks to the doors, her voice tired for a moment.]

...if only I could use it now.

[... Thanks for reminding him he can't freaking use his scythe. Whoever has it now had better take care of it.]

... Nngh. Fine.

[He slowly gets up, looking rather bitter about this whole thing.]

So... Who else is around? Besides the guys from my game... And Hinata... And Inaba and June?

[Lucina climbs slowly to her feet and waits until he's done the same.] Well, we're still having to remind ourselves of our names. There is Nakajima Atsushi, he's quiet unless he doesn't need to be.

[People never realize he's dangerous until then.] There is the seer, Rose Lalonde. Ash the caretaker and trainer of fantastic beasts, Sigma who knows June. And...Heather. Her last name escapes me right now.

The last one I don't see much of so it's difficult to remember their name right now. I'll remember soon.

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[Zack nods at most of the names.]

Well, I guess we'll have to ask that guy when we see them. And FYI, those fantastic beasts are called "pokemon." I took care of one for a while.

[Eliza taught him well.]

I see. [Something wistful enters her tone as she turns and walks towards the door.]

In my world we had wyverns, pegasi, and gryphons...among other such creatures that were big enough to ride into battle.

...I barely remember it. I just remember how wondrous it was to even befriend one of them. We needed wonder.

[Zack trails close behind, feeling a bit jealous of how wonderful her world must have been.]

Lucky you! I had to put up with assholes and murderous lunatics all my life! No griffons, no pegasi, no pokemon- Normal animals in a fucked up world.

Tch! If I get stuck here, I don't think I'll really miss anything from there...

[Well, almost anything.]

[There's a pause as she looks at him. Faint memories of cities in ruin drift before her mind's eye.]

...I wouldn't call it lucky. I apologize for not clarifying myself. Animals were what was ...mostly all that was left.

[It's a little uncomfortable to admit that. Every death felt like a failure to protect...something dear to her. She can't remember the rest. Lucina walks through the door.]

Other than the risen dead.

Zombies...?

[Woah, hello. Girl just walked through the door! How?!]

[He tries to grip the doorknob like a normal person and, oh, right. Fucking ghosts phase through things. He groans and goes through the door himself.]

We just called them Risen. I don't remember much just those facts and some fragments.

[She waits for him and heads for the observatory at a smooth distance eating pace. Some part of her notes that this is something she'd had to learn to do.]

We can talk about that later. Let's bring you 'up to speed' as I believe it's called? I remember you spoke to Hinata about blades.

Figures.

[Why are they headed twoards the observatory?]

Uh... Yeah. We were talking about the hunter...

[Zack grimaces here.]

Fucking hell. I saw her face, but she fucking had to off me before I could warn anyone.

She does read minds. I wonder if there's a way around that. [A thoughtful noise. But that won't be conductive to helping him get all the knowledge they possess.]

What else did you notice?

A mind reader?! [That explains a lot. He's strong, but reckless.]

Wait, Snow White is a fucking mind reader?! Is that what you're saying, because I swear the girl looked a lot like her.

[She nods once, as she sighs, moving her hand away from her swordbelt again. Habits.]

I am saying it. As a fighter yourself, what would you say about her capabilities?

Uh... Pretty fucking good?

I guess.

[Zack's unskilled, but he can wreck things.]

I think I might have been able to kill her if that mind reading thing didn't throw me off.

Seriously, though. What the hell?

She is a hunter. Unfortunately that means a lot of things and none of them good. [She climbs the steps slowly as energy begins to swirl around her. Her outline changes as she reaches the top of the observatory. The shadow of a sword in her left hand a mirror of the sword Edna found. She balances the tome in her right.]

If I showed you how this blade cut the air. Could you confirm if it the hunter used one?

Yeah, I get that. [As a guy who (formerly) slain the innocent in horrible ways, he understands how hunters generally work.]

[It makes his death a bit bitter, in a sense.]

[Either way, Zack is amazed at the sudden changing shapes- Some mockery of a magical form? He's not sure if he's more confused by the power or the transformation.]

Uh... Maybe?

Let's see. [She turns, sweeping the blade out in a slash in a diagonal from left to right. She reverses the strike, sweeping the blade from right to left. Her bladework is done with obvious skill and long years of practice. She turns and swings it at the wall away from both of them.]

Does it right familiar? [Her outline has changed. A long coat has taken over where the tunic had been. Armored shoulder pads. She places the tome into a strap on her belt.]

I can't hold my magical form for long.

[He noticed.]

Uh... No. The weapon looked like a spear and an axe had some weird lovechild.

[There's a name for that which Zack does not know.]

[Her form reverts. After a moment she nods and descends the staircase.]

I know where we can see one. The traitor room. Whatever it is, should be there.

Whelp... Here we go again...

[This is gonna be really weird now that Zack is dead.]

☆ WELCOME TO HELL, YE POOR SOULS.

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