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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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[ Hiyori is talking to the bookshelf again, fingers skimming over the spines of the books. He picks one with the crook of a finger and tips it so it tumbles from the shelf to the floor with the power of its own momentum. He moves his hand a shelf up, reaching, and does the same thing again. ]
I won't be staying here.
[ Which isn't a question what Tsumugi will be doing, but it's not a we either. Hiyori is speaking just for himself. ]
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I know. Even if I were to stop you, you'd just keep at it anyway until you get what you want. And Akira-kun and the others are capable enough to solve the puzzles that this place has provided us in order to get out of here, if it's possible.
[ hiyori is too much of a force of nature at this point, christ ]
...Just tell me what to do and I'll follow your lead. [ ... ] It's all I'm good for at this point.
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[ He pauses, finger on the spine of a book, balancing it on its edge. He has his back to Tsumugi, so his face can't be read. ]
You'll return with me, yes? If I say the word.
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[ then he realizes that he's spoken out of line and immediately regrets it ]
...S-Sorry. Forget it.
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Yes, yes! You've seen to the heart of the matter! As always, I have only my own self in mind.
I hate it. I hate it, Tsumugi-kun! If I were to return home now, this would eat me alive. I'd rot from the inside out, no matter how much care I took to fortify my facade.
Until now, there was always a bright side. I could turn my back on the shadows, because even in Yumenosaki, Nagisa-kun was at my side as we were hailed as heroes. At Reimei, whatever else unfortunate things that school may be, I was able to raise Jun-kun out of the gloom. I may have been hated, but I was loved too. I was able to save something, make something grow, yes!
But there's no sunlight that can reach down in these depths. I want someone— no, two people— to die. I can't stand it, but I can't dig out. If something is rooted deep enough, the light will never reach it no matter how much I make the rest of my life shine. If I carry back from this only my betrayal and pain, surely, one by one, the rest of my light will start to flicker.
Even if you hate me for it, I want to save you still. So even this memory has a little light.
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You know what I said to Dazai-san that night? Before I pushed him over to the edge? [ it still hurts to talk about it, but he has to push through this ] I said that we should go home together. He said that we'd only be running away to a different place if we go through it, but we did it anyway. Or rather, I made him do it before I followed suit.
[ he slumps onto the floor, huddling his knees closer to himself as he attempts to curl into a ball. ]
But that's the thing, Hiyori-kun. I didn't have anywhere else I can call home at that point. I'm sure that my parents haven't even noticed that I was gone this entire time, that I was just toiling away at Yumenosaki's library until my legs give up on me. Even if you were disgraced, you'd still have everything while I... never had anything to call my own to begin with.
I can never hate you, though. You should know that by now, that I can never hate anyone who's ever wronged me. I-- I even told Dazai-san that I don't even want anyone to kill Will despite everything. I... I'm the one who's selfish here, to be honest. I'm truly the worst one there is, no matter how many people here would say otherwise.
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But if... If the true hero of this murder mystery still wants to save someone like me, then how can I deny him of that?
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Yes, what an awful selfish cast of heroes we have here! Yes, indeed! Someone should complain about these character motivations to the casting director! But this is who I am, and this is who you are. Deny me now?
[ He bends to pick up the two books he dropped earlier, stepping over his smashed tablet as he approaches Tsumugi. ]
You can't, of course.
Softly: ]
Thank you, Tsumugi-kun. For letting me play my part as a hero, even here.
After this, let's go home.
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wiping his tears off with the sleeve of his uniform, he looks up to hiyori with the brightest smile he's ever mustered in the longest time. and this time it's real because the light has come back in his eyes for even a little bit, and sometimes that's more than enough. ]
All right. I'll come with you.
Thank you so much for believing in me after all this time, Hiyori-kun.
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[ Hiyori grins back and taps him on the shoulder with the two books again. ]
Besides, I told you to begin with, I refuse to go to karaoke with Eichi-kun without you! No, I refuse to spend any time in the same room with him if can be helped! So I'm counting on you to keep your word.
[ And Hiyori stands up, reaching over to the shelf above Aoba to shove the two books in place.
That's. Not where they go but at least he's not leaving them in the middle of the floor. ]
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[ tbh tsumugi and eichi still haven't resolved Their Thing just yet, and tsumugi's still a bit anxious about coming back to life again. being dead is so much more comfortable, you know? no more suffering, everyone would be a lot happier without him around...
but maybe with their little reunion, they can finally see eye to eye again. yes, tsumugi would love that very much. though he'll just have to make sure that hiyori won't maul him or something bc murderschool can change anyone's psyche for good... guess this is still his life. ]
Let's see to it to the very end, Hiyori-kun.