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pandatreasure) wrote2017-12-24 12:44 am
pandatreasure) wrote2017-12-24 12:44 am
GRAVEYARD
[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?]
((Recyclr
Offerings/Letters
Day 11
Day 14
Day 16))
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?]
((Recyclr
Offerings/Letters
Day 11
Day 14
Day 16))
GUESS WHO FORGOT A COMMA LAST TAG
[He just stares back at her, completely telling the truth.]
Three times. I've had to kill people three times before.
[Except you kind of stressed 'killing' and 'myself' the wrong way, Ichigo....]
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Or was it simple misadventure? Or perhaps... personal design?
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[He just gives her a Look at the personal design thing, because...Really? You really think he could conspire to kill someone?
Under the right conditions he absolutely could fyi]All of them were trying to kill me, at different times. Ulquiorra, Ginjou, and Yhwach. Ulquiorra was holding a friend of mine hostage, and there was no way around it other than a battle to the death. Ginjou'd betrayed me, and stole the power he helped me achieve - and he wanted to finish me off. Yhwach...was trying to unify the world of the living and the world of the dead, and he nearly killed me doing it.
I actually came here right after hearing his last words.
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[She had a perfect photographic memory, and was absolutely positive she'd remember a claim like that.]
...Truly? You must have been quite disoriented... what were those words, out of curiosity?
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And so does the person who plays him.At her asking about Yhwach's words, he dredges up the memory - one that he can't forget, every syllable burned into his mind.]
"The path is being closed, Ichigo. The path to a world with no fear. The living world...Soul Society...and Hueco Mundo - they were meant to become one. Life and death, twisted and fused together - destined to become one and the same.
But now...That will likely never happen. And you have yourself to thank for it, Ichigo. Sadly...Because of all your efforts here, life and death will never lose their current forms - and all those who breathe will continue to pass each and every day living in fear of death...for all eternity."
...'disoriented' doesn't even come close to how I felt when I woke up here.
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He sustained his life by giving people pieces of his soul, and then taking theirs upon their death - so he got all their powers and the life they had left. So...
[He shrugs.]