☆ 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

[selfloving]

Hajime. You're back among us. I hope you slept well while all of this was happening.

[There's...a little poking in her tone, but no real animosity.

Not ignore Ozuma here, just covering other threads! That conversation can branch in over here if necessary.]

Clues supporting both final cases have been given, as far as I can tell--I received some of this information secondhand. Frankly, I'm surprised no one tried to play the hero and sacrifice their soul for the sake of the greater good. But none of us are perfect, I suppose.

I would like to know what mana is required of us in these final days. Should we seek to conserve it, or would those efforts be meaningless in these twilight hours?

[raisingproject]

...I think for now we should conserve it. That brings me to an important point. [He takes a deep breath, smiling sheepishly at the poke. He had slept well. The first nap he's had in hundreds of years.]

The more times you use magical form the more you're draining yourself. ...I think one of you is in danger of starting to lose memories. I heard you all thought of trying to share mana.

[He glances at Inaba with a flush on his face and says, very pointedly.] If we try touching each other to share it. Only hold hands.

[None of that harrassment Inaba.] Or did all of you try it already? I haven't heard about it yet.

[telecosmetic]

We haven't tried it yet. There hasn't really been anything big I've found that we'd need to move... [Dropping books is easy, right?]

[raisingproject]

You need to be really careful. You've burnt the most mana out of all of you. If you start having trouble remembering your name...stop using mana.

[telecosmetic]

[A nod.] Yeah...alright. [She does take a moment...yeah, she can still remember her name.]

[raisingproject]

You probably only have 3-4 more times before it starts. [He shakes his head.] That's a rough guess.

[telecosmetic]

...alright. I'll save it for something important then.

[raisingproject]

Someone might be able to share mana with you to help stave it off. I don't know. I felt you should know so you could be careful.

[telecosmetic]

...thanks for the warning. [She's still a bit awkward around him.]

[raisingproject]

It's part of what we're here for. [He's just doing what he'd do for anyone else.]

[dereban]

What are you looking at me for? I didn't do anything.

[raisingproject]

[He fixed her with a flat stare. The bait she left for him is left where it is.]

Anyway. If we need to, at least we have this possible option.

[selfloving]

[She makes a displeased face.]

It's physics, much as I'd hoped it was not. Two men push a stone up a hill. The stone moves twice as easily.

The powers that I bore all my life increased the need for certain physical contact. I wish I could say that my goals can be accomplished without it.

I suggest it be tested first on something with lower stakes, like contacting the living.

[raisingproject]

Sounds like a good idea to me. [He agrees, sighing quietly. More crazy stuff. Just another day dead.]

[selfloving]

If only it added speed as well as power. Anything to get through these agonizing conversations a little quicker. You would know. [She makes deliberate eye contact.]

They're having trouble with the book. Is there something else, some nudge they need?

[raisingproject]

[He brings his closed fist up close to his face as he thinks about that. One is right, they might need more. But. He glances around at the assembled ghosts.] Hey.

Has anyone talked to them since the books were dropped?

[hawthorned]

I spoke to Miss Miach and nudged her to the best of my ability towards the correct culprits for the upcoming trials As far as those points go, I'm certain she understood me.

On the topic of the ritual, it is possible she does not understand the role Zange has to play in order for it to succeed.

[raisingproject]

I heard Rose had a talk with them about that at the Steel tower. Thank you for the update. [So there are a few clues that they were able to get out.

Hinata looks to Dahlia and adds,] And thank you for your help.

[selfloving]

I lost sight of that clumsy approach to communication long ago. It seems I'm not meant to speak without words.

I'll continue to do what I can from this plane. Perhaps one who left a clue contacted them again, knows what they are thinking.

[raisingproject]

They have all we can give them now. The rest is up to them. [He exhales slowly.] ...No matter what the future is thank you for everything.

[Even embarrassing him. It made him feel alive again. But better not to say that.]

[selfloving]

[Maybe it's her turn to look a little uncomfortable. Hinata may have, at least, succeeded at catching her out the way she'd caught him.]

...Well. With luck, this is the last one of these you'll have to witness.