☆ 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]

[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.