GRAVEYARD

[pandatreasure]

[You know you must have died—nothing is ever easy around here, certainly not quick, so you must remember burning, bleeding, falling, dying?

And yet. You're waking up.

Do you recognize it here, once you pick yourself up off of the hard floor, maybe half-strewn across a couch or beanbag chair? This room died, too: you're in the library, good as new and maybe better than that, only barely smelling of burnt paper and you only sometimes kick up ash, just like those old wounds that finished you off only ache every now and again, dully.

The book selection isn't quite the same as you remember it—all the bad erotica that didn't die is missing here, sorry to say, but so are the books on everyone's home worlds. Snoop around enough and behind the librarian's desk, you'll find tablets: one for each participant of the game, and with enough experimentation, you'll find the one that reacts when you press the button. You're already logged into your Recyclr account and can read the feed, but the same rules apply: 140 characters, one tweet a day. The voting app is gone, replaced by a sort of security monitoring kind of app. Characters can view different rooms of the school, or even place a few side by side so they can view a few at a time, and they'll be able to see the living go about their day to day lives. There's even an archive of recordings, but only the important ones: murders, executions, investigations, trial highlight reels, and major events like libraries being burned down. Was watching yourself die once not enough? Boy have I got good news for you!!!

It's kind of exciting that you can go around touching stuff, probably, despite being super dead and vaguely transparent in a way you notice like your own breathing; you don't and then you do and it's all you can think about, but your tangibility only extends to the inanimate: try to touch any of your fellow deceased and you'll find that you just pass right on through like touching cold air.

The windows aren't bolted up with those big metal plates on this side of things, but look out of them anytime and it's just pitch-black and still outside, so that's demoralizing. There is, of course, the door out of the library—but for now it's locked up tight. Whatever is a ghost to do?]

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Comments

[purrtagonist]

Absolutely.

My Satan shot a god in the face.

[flamingprick]

Oh shit did he?

[Sounds like it's STORYTIME]

[purrtagonist]

[DAMN RIGHT IT'S STORY TIME]

Have you ever heard of Yaldabaoth?

[flamingprick]

Yeah, that's the old hag with the house on legs, right?

[purrtagonist]

[what]

You mean Baba Yaga?

[flamingprick]

Yaga-whatever it's the same thing right?

[purrtagonist]

Nope. Not in the slightest.

Yaldabaoth. God of order and control?

[PERSONA TOOK SOME LIBERTIES WITH THE MYTHOS BUT YOU KNOW]

[flamingprick]

I gotta be honest with you: I was raised Catholic.

[purrtagonist]

[OH BOY]

Well, just assume that there's this god of control out there called "Yaldabaoth" who was trying to enslave humanity.

And then the Satan I know-- well, actually Satanael, but close enough-- descended from the clouds and shot him in the face.

[FINGERGUNS]

[short version of the story]

[flamingprick]

...huh.

Why did Satan save humanity though?

[purrtagonist]

Because when a god refuses to play nice, you call upon a demon lord to punish them.

[duh]

[flamingprick]

Weird. It's the opposite where I'm from: Satan's trying to enslave everyone, and some of the other demons decided it wasn't cool.

One of 'em a huge otaku too. We're being saved by a guy who likes anime too much and would miss it.

[purrtagonist]

[hm!]

I guess it makes sense for demon lords from different universes to have different motivations.

[flamingprick]

Pretty much, yeah.

Speaking of which, if you ever see someone with blue fire that isn't me, run away. That's bad news.

[purrtagonist]

. . . what does blue fire mean?

[flamingprick]

That's you're Satan or one of his kids, mostly. It's extra-strong fire.

[purrtagonist]

[oh. okay]

Got it. I'll keep an eye open.

[flamingprick]

Oh, but if there's a nerd with glasses and moles on his face, he's okay.

[purrtagonist]

So someone who looks kind of like me, only with a mole. Got it.

[flamingprick]

With several moles. He's got three on his face alone.

[purrtagonist]

At least it makes him easy to spot in a crowd.

[flamingprick]

Yep.

I think he'd like you. He'd probably think Ichigo's a bad influence on me, but you'd be right up his alley.

[purrtagonist]

[quirks his brows at that]

I don't know about that. I am a formerly convicted criminal, after all.

[HE SAYS THAT SO LIGHTLY]

[flamingprick]

Ichigo set off my temper like four times in a single week. You haven't even done it once yet.

[Admittedly it's not hard to set off Rin's temper, but still.]

[purrtagonist]

[uuuuuuuuuuuuh]

Yoooou seemed pretty set on punching me after. . .

[Ichigo outed him as a killer!!]