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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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I'm sorry, what?
[HE HADN'T GOTTEN AROUND TO TESTING THIS, UM.]
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[She actually repeated it word for word.]
1/2
[It just took him a moment to process...and for his seething rage to kick back in once the gravity of June's reveal hits him like a bus.]
I spent all of that time searching for a way to get my abilities returned to me, only for on to be stolen from under my nose, the others eluding my grasp... And now of all times they are returned to me?!
This is the cruelest fucking joke-
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Thankfully, he catches himself before he completely goes off. Conserving his energy is for the best right now. He can take his anger out on the one his ire is truly directed at later.
So, he clears his throat and takes a deep breath to compose himself.]
Excuse me.
[The lightest of apologies. I am so sorry June.]
Your ability...it has something to do with alternate universes, correct?
[Subtle topic change...! He is just so mad, he doesn't want to talk about the actual ability situation right now.]
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It does, yes. I have the ability to shift my mind from one place to another.
[It doesn't matter if she says it now or not, so might as well.]
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Hearing June confirm the ability fills him with intrigue...which is good, because it's pushing some of that leftover anger out. And while he may have been skeptical in the past, events that occurred here have left him more open to the idea.]
That does sound rather useful...when applicable, at the very least. I take it that this ability has its own set of rules.
[Since she did say it won't work now.]
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Naturally, you hadn't recovered it yet when you truly were in grave danger. Ah, what a cruel irony.
[He understands completely.]