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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))
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oh.
don't mind if he just sinks to the floor on his knees in total devastation. mm, yeah. some idol comeback this is. ]
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It takes Hiyori a second to get his bearings, but his murderer isn't in front of him nor killing him so he has figured out to stop screaming now.
Wait, that's Tsumugi-kun. Tsumugi-kun is dead. But that's an unpleasant reality, and honestly not an immediate one because he's right there in front of Hiyori.
Which means Hiyori can go over and bother him immediately like an excited, unpleasant golden retriever. ]
Tsumugi-kun!! Tsumugi-kun, greet me properly!! Tsumugi-kun, greet me properly, or I will have no choice but to introduce your head to the corner of a bookshelf for failing to acknowledge your betters!
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And usually Tsumugi would panic about the excitable death threat that Hiyori dished out but does it really matter? They're both dead. Nothing else would hurt Tsumugi at this point.
So he peers at Hiyori, nodding numbly. ]
W-Welcome, Hiyori-kun.
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Good, better.
[ He acknowledges the greeting at least and approaches Tsumugi. ]
There's worse company I could be keeping here. Yes, yes! It's good to see you again, and to see that you haven't been consigned to oblivion.
[ He's finished his screaming, finished his baseless reflexive threats and bravado. All that done with, he's not left with much but dissatisfaction and unhappiness with the situation, and it shows in the tightness of his mouth and his movements. He'll need to distract himself soon, but he hasn't started yet. ]
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[ he's not expecting hiyori to comfort him or anything - in fact he's a little relieved that hiyori's still his bombastic self even in deadland. still, he has to wonder where hiyori gets his energy from even after death because tsumugi's just dead tired at this point. ]
It's just the library that was burned down a while back, though. It's nothing too special.
[ it's gotten noisier with each passing day but as you can see, tsumugi just doesn't have the energy to do his library committee duties anymore. ]
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[ Hiyori crosses his arms and begs to differ— or well, at least about Tsumugi's reaction. The library doesn't mean much to him. ]
I thought about burning your book to give it back to you, but I suppose if you've lost all interest it's just as well I didn't make the effort, yes.
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[ he forces a tight-lipped smile at least, but it's still as empty as his other ones. ]
I'm sorry. For not being of much help to you even now. You really must hate me so much but it's okay. I don't blame you.
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[ Hiyori is smiling, but something unfriendly flickers behind his eyes and focuses elsewhere. ]
Really, there are two people I want dead and you still haven't made that list. You may hate yourself, but don't cast any aspersions on me! Yes, instead, I'll be counting on your aid.
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You... You'd still want my help? After everything?
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[ This is definitely not happy laughter, but after that he brightens and focuses on Tsumugi. He holds out hand, like someone offering a deal. ]
Who else would I rely on, here?
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he stares at hiyori's hand, uncertain if he should take it or not. it feels like signing yet another contract. ]
I don't know what else we can do at this point. Akira-kun did say that there might be a way for the living and the dead to communicate with each other more properly outside Recyclr, but it doesn't change the fact that Will has already won this game.
Did he... do this? To you?
[ idol killer, will graham... and everyone thought eichi tenshouin did everything wrong ]
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[ but hmm, why doesn't Tsumugi know this second part yet? He puts one hand on his hip, scolding as be explains. Geeze pay attention TSUMUGI]
And Akira-kun killed for bringing all the dead back as his prize. It sounds like the red mouse will be damaging us upon revival, but the sob story should still win the Tomoe Foundation a great deal of attention and sympathy, yes.
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Right. I'm sure that everyone outside missed you so much. At least you still have that.
[ mm. suddenly the idea of going back to the real world is terrible. can he be double dead? is that possible??? ]
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[ The stubborn problem child is continuing to be a stubborn problem child. ]
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[ no one wants him back anyway. he's accepted that fact, even though it hurts not seeing switch again. ]
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[ Hiyori advances, leaving precious little space between them. He bends to look down, crouched and positioned so he is over Tsumugi. Were they not dead, Hiyori's breath would be on Tsumugi's face with each exhale and word that leaves his mouth. ]
How precisely was this game going for me before your death, answer me that! Why precisely do you think everyone is pulling for me now?
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The others want you to win because they've seen you fight against all odds, Hiyori-kun. When you went for Will on the day we died, I just wanted to make sure that you'd stay alive and maybe bring me to justice to the very end like the shining protagonist that you are, but... I guess my luck is just that terrible.
[ it's my fault it's my fault it's my fault ]
Which is why I'd like to stay here for a while. So that I won't be able to harm anyone else anymore.
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[ Hiyori is getting irritated. He is the first person to extol his own faults, slamming them down like sheilds and using them as swords as out suits him. He loves the stage because it is the only place he can be loved.
His personality is far too abrasive, otherwise. He attracts hatred just as much as he hates it in kind.
It's infuriating that one of the few things that made him get this far is now trying to pry his grip away. Hiyori knows his role as a protagonist is one that needs to be manufactured. If he's loved, it is not because he is extraordinarily deserving. If his heart has done through and reached people here, it's because there was a light shone on it to put it in the spotlight.
As the person who spun him into a take off heroism, both then and now, Tsumugi is too valuable to leave behind. ]
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[ shit he can't cry right in front of hiyori now, how pathetic ]
I've committed far too many sins this time around. You know that, right? Is it bad to ask if I could just rest in peace for a little bit? I'm all too used to pulling all-nighters in the library so maybe now I can finally take a dirt nap like I've always wanted.
[ just... let him rest. he deserves as much. ]
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Long
Silence.
And then: ]
Tsumugi-kun. Do you know what was provided as my motivation?
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What?
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Nagisa-kun and Jun-kun, for thier lives to be as they were without me. After that, the collapse of the Tmoe Foundation was on the line.
If Nagisa-kun has returned to those sad empty days, shut away from the rest of the world, and Jun-kun is back at the bottom, toiling endlessly with no chance of breaking through his chains and having his voice and talent reach anyone... yes, If I only served to be the undoing of my family, after we struggled to hold our footing...
I demand you, at the very least, let me save you!
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but that snapped tsumugi out of it at least, and finally turns to look at hiyori more properly. the protagonist has truly come so far, hasn't he? tsumugi wishes he can be a little bit more like his former unitmate, yet... ]
I'm not sure if I can be of much help at this point, but... [ he's so exhausted even in ghost form but fine!!! fine. tsumugi's still a huge sucker for making protags achieve their dreams in the end, it seems. ] I'll help you get back to the world of the living, at least. It's the least I can do.
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For a moment, Hiyori looks so lost.
He hasn't been able to touch anyone here, not their hearts or opinions with his words or actions. Now, not this way either. His hands grope for some purchase, but find nothing. In the end, the only thing he should do is draw them back, but he doesn't. He speaks, exhausted and vehement: ]
Tsumugi-kun! I want you to live! It's my selfishness, it's for my own sake! If there's blood on my hands, don't let it be yours! Go home and let me forget about you, forget about this! If you stay here, my failure to you isn't something that will ever leave me!
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god, he needs to be held. he's been so touch-starved since he'd pushed dazai to the edge, do you know? ]
I-I'm sorry, Hiyori-kun... [ there goes the waterworks again. god, this is why he's been avoiding people nowadays. ] I'm sorry I failed you... I don't know what to do anymore, I just want to rest... C-Can't I at least have that?
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