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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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ur real cute if you think that's good enough.]
It wasn't Tsumugi-kun's heart he stole, Akira-kun.
It was his will to live.
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[he unlinks his hands, curling them into fists against his thighs]
And he should pay for that. For taking advantage of a kid's weakness and manipulating him into murder and suicide.
[but]
If anyone tries to kill him when the game is over, Akechi will be caught in the crossfire.
[and that's the real source of his objection. Akechi's wellbeing]
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I even considered options to perhaps use him against Will Graham, but if the man's as smart as I think he is, then he'll be burning that bridge before too long and it'd be pointless.
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. . . I don't care what happens to Graham, ultimately. And I believe Tsumugi should be the one to call that final shot on that one, so I won't give any further opinions.
[he's still all for the change of heart, and doesn't really think that murder will help solve anything, but like. Tsumugi was the real one wronged here? so. . . he would not argue at all against what Tsumugi wanted to do]
But I don't want Akechi to be hurt. He doesn't deserve to be dragged into this.
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Will Graham already dragged him into it. No matter what we plan to do, he will try to get in the way. You need to be the one to hold him off.
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Hold him off while-- what? He watches people try to kill the one person who was there for him in this shitty place when I couldn't be?
[a hint of frustration is evident on the edges of Akira's words. he's stuck in a conundrum here, and he doesn't know how to solve it]
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[hn. . .]
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well.
he's completely useless, then, isn't he? feels great.]
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[but since Akira is around, he is eavesdropping on that conversation, exhaling a breath of relief once Tsumugi starts talking. once it comes to a lull, he speaks up again]
Death isn't the best or the only way to achieve justice, Dazai.
Or. . . something approaching justice.
[does justice even exist in this place??? Akira's talked about it a lot, but nothing here is "just" by his definition of the word]
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It's just been a big show.
[he just hates that he played into it so much?]
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You're right.
[they all played into it, and Akira hates that, too]
Let's make it to the end, Dazai.
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If we must.
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[quiet for a moment, reading between the lines, taking cues from the conversation they had yesterday]
You're not failing Tsumugi just because he doesn't want you to kill Graham in the end.
And you didn't fail me, Ichigo and Rin just because we're here.
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[look. he knows he's bad at understand human things but c'mon. this is pretty straightforward?]
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[laying it out simply]
For Graham targeting Tsumugi. For me deciding to kill someone. For Ichigo to out me, and break a rule in the process. For Rin to interfere with our execution.
You tell Tsumugi not to blame himself for your death. But. . . you should take your own advice, too.
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i don't have a line for something like this?]
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You haven't failed anyone. If anything, Rin, Ichigo and I failed you and Tsumugi.
And if you're wondering what other things you can do to help without killing Graham? Consider this: just being there for Tsumugi this entire time was you helping.
Keep that up. Keep taking the pieces Graham shattered, and build him back up again.
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... ah, well... there's not really much else to do at this point.
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[and then, brutally honest, a raw edge to his words]
It sucks to feel powerless.
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It's not as though I'm unused to it.
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[especially when powerlessness leads to, you know. murder. like it did in Akira's case]
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... usually.
[look. there were. extenuating circumstances in this case.]
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[offers a tiny, wry smile]
We've still got a lot of work to do, though. Can't let it keep us down now.