GRAVEYARD 2.0

[retellers]

GRAVEYARD Well, that sucked. But no matter what your death was like—whether it was something peaceful or traumatic, you'll find yourself waking in a completely white room on the floor. Small and empty, there isn't anything else there besides an open door to walk through. But before you do that, you'll probably notice that whatever injuries you may have had, including whatever may have been the death blow, are now gone. That's exciting. Stepping out of the room, it seems that you're in a large... house? with three different floors. Everything from floor, ceiling to furniture is completely white, except for the drawings that are plastered to the walls in each room. These are all colorful, drawn in colored pencils and crayon, and resemble a child's drawing. The other notable thing are the windows. While they're present all around the building, looking out of them only shows TV static. Besides that, everything is furnished with the absolute bare minimum of each room. The first floor is all typical common areas one would find in a house. There's a kitchen, living room area, laundry room, dining room, and a main hallway where the stairs are. There are also helpful drawings in these rooms that show the rooms much more lavishly decorated than they actually are. There's a door that appears to be the way to exit the building, it's locked. The second floor consists of nothing but twenty bedrooms. Each room has one queen sized bed, an empty dresser, and an attached bathroom with only a sink, toilet, and shower. Like the first floor, each bedroom has drawn pictures that show it looking much more lavish than it actually does. Thanks for nothing, artist! The third floor only has two rooms. One appears to be a home office with nothing but a desk and two chairs, one behind it and one in front of it. While there's blank pieces of paper and crayons on the desk, the note that was previously there is gone. The other room is much larger, and it's completely empty save for the many drawings lining its walls— in fact, the walls are covered in them, much more than in any other room. On closer inspection, though, it seems like these aren't actually drawings? The papers seem to be showing scenes from the living area. Everything from inside the hotel to the areas beyond the bridge are visible here. However, when curfew hits on Thursday nights, they revert to being normal drawings! Except for the fact that they're all drawings of stick figures being murdered in various ways. Well. At least there's plenty of things to draw with, if you get bored. Also, a handy link to the previous post.

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HIKARU

[heartablaze]

[WARNINGS for combat and possible injury and assisted suicide, though many of these will not require combat! Hikaru is missing 6 memories total but they encompass a LOT, and there will be chances for your own memories to be shared and affect things. Starred memories may contain warned content!

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Please comment on which memories you'd like to help Hikaru with and what times work best for you between now and Friday! I will respond to your answer and we can go from there!! I am doing one-on-one so I do not personally die to multi-way threads but if you ever want someone to barge in feel free!]

[infreefall]

dice roll gave me memory #1 so let's roll with that. timing - i usually tag through the day but after 6pm EST i should be 100% free!

MEMORY ONE - THE SWORD

[heartablaze]

[One second they're with the others, and the next, they're not. The portal leads them to a path of fire, to a creature that stands well above their height, seated in a room with six doors.

A door, marked with only an ink depiction of a kendo shinai, quietly unlocks and falls open for Ochako. The beast merely inclines its head towards Hikaru, whose eyes soften as she lowers her sword and approaches it without hesitation.

Ochako will hear a voice, deep and rumbling in her head.]

What is your name?

[infreefall]

[ ochako does hesitate, but she trusts hikaru, and so she follows. it's a strange creature, something she doesn't expect to understand, but she watches hikaru closely for a moment longer before turning towards the beast to answer. ]

Uraraka Ochako.

[heartablaze]

You wish to save those here from their fate, do you not?

[Hikaru's eyes cloud as her sword is dropped, falling to her knees. The beast doesn't move.]

Long has this place existed, beyond the stretch of Mashin and mortal alike. Uraraka Ochako. Show what lies dormant beyond what the realm can reach. Prove to me the strength of thy heart.

[The path of flame will start to redirect, flowing only towards the open door.]

[exercisms]

[Hit me up - but feel free to choose which one you want to give me. I'm free whenever but especially in the evening.]

MEMORY FOUR - THE HOURGLASS

[heartablaze]

[Wherever Mob had just been moments ago has morphed and twisted under his feet. His steps grow heated under a path of fire, to a creature that stands well above his height, seated in a room with six doors.

A door, marked with only an ink depiction of a clock, quietly unlocks and falls open for Mob. At the beast's feet sits Hikaru, her eyes clouded. The beast itself will incline its head in the boy's direction.

Mob will hear a voice, deep and rumbling in his head.]

What is your name?

[exercisms]

[Mob just looks back up at the beast. He's not sure where he is right now, or what's happening, but he's also not intimidated, exactly.]

Kageyama Shigeo.

[Something about this reminds him, though. . . ]

Where'd Hikaru-san go?

[heartablaze]

She is here, with me, until the shattered parts of her heart become one.

[It seems to regard Mob with curiosity.]

You wish to save those here from their fate, do you not?

[lionson]

Give me that 3rd prompt

I'm EST and evenings are when I'm mostly around.

MEMORY THREE - THE STORMCLOUD

[heartablaze]

[Wherever Shiro had just been moments ago has morphed and twisted under his feet. His steps grow heated under a path of fire, to a creature that stands well above his height, seated in a room with six doors.

A door, marked with only an ink depiction of a drop of water and a gust of wind, quietly unlocks and falls open for Shiro. At the beast's feet sits Hikaru, her eyes clouded. The beast itself will incline its head in the man's direction.

Shiro will hear a voice, deep and rumbling in his head.]

What is your name?

[lionson]

[KITTY

Okay no, he's a bit distracted by the way Hikaru looks so blank. That's definitely not normal, she hasn't splintered has she? But before he can investigate, he hears that voice and he stops coming closer.]

Shiro Fujimoto.

[A pause, and then:]

Is she alright?

[heartablaze]

[It seems to consider that for a moment.]

A shattered heart is one not easily repaired. One could say the same for any of you that walk in the Realm's grasp.

But she is unharmed.

📅 - or if you think a different one would be better/more fun lmk

[tensecondsahead]

[[I'm mostly around EST early mornings (pre-9am) but also after work!]]

MEMORY TWO - THE SPROUT

[heartablaze]

((Two will work a little better given what Hikaru knows about what they are both missing, so we're going that route!!! We can hit four for funsies if we have time.))

[Wherever Laine had just been moments ago has morphed and twisted under his feet. His steps grow heated under a path of fire, to a creature that stands well above his height, seated in a room with six doors.

A door, marked with only an ink depiction of a tree, quietly unlocks and falls open for Shiro. At the beast's feet sits Hikaru, her eyes clouded. The beast itself will incline its head in the man's direction.

Laine will hear a voice, deep and rumbling in his head.]

What is your name?

[tensecondsahead]

[The heat grows, heavy and stifling, and there's a voice in his head. Laine has no guidance, no way of knowing what happens next, but right in front of him is a girl who he doesn't know well yet but who he knows has been through too much already.]

What happened to her? [He asks, stepping towards Hikaru. This is his first priority.]

[suddenlybees]

[ I'm around mornings before noon pst and am ready to spend a straight 17 hours online on Wednesday to make this happen. I don't mind any warnings, but I'd like to opt out on any combat since Kano cannot fight! ]

MEMORY Ş̷̗̔͐͘̕S̵̯̋̂̑S̵̡̩̰̫̯͑͊̔͒S̵ - 天命

[heartablaze]

[His path is fire. Fire that burns on all sides, above and below with no stop. Something warm settles deep in his chest, something he can almost voice in words, that flows through his limbs, to the tips of his fingers, like sunshine to the bloodstream.

With a step, he enters a room lined with six doors. All six are closed. In the center of the room sits a beast, laid out like a cat bathing in the rays of the sun. Against its paws sits a marshmallow version of Pikachu for some reason that seems to sing a high-pitched little hum of a tune consisting of nothing but the sound "Puu".

At the beast's head stands Hikaru... or, rather, what looks like Hikaru. The figure that leans over the beast's head is orange and white, ethereal, a living flame with only the shape of a girl, if no one knew any better.

She glances towards Kano, and gives him a careful smile, but doesn't move. It is, instead, the marshmallow that bounces forward cheerfully, making the leap up to his shoulders like it's actually made of rubber.]

Puu puu puu puu, puu puu!!!!

[I'm sure Kano will love this.]

[suddenlybees]

[ He does not like this feeling. Warmth and strength when he feels neither at any other time, even now fighting with the cold dread settled in the pit of his stomach and the conflict just makes him feel sick.

Seeing Hikaru literally set on fire makes him feel sick? The fact that she smiles at him makes him feel sick, the thought that this is fake, it's not real, it's like what he can do but worse, because he would not subject squishy marshmallows on anybody.

There's the urge to run when the marshmallow hops towards him, but his legs don't move and instead he stands still as it jumps up onto his shoulder and he's all but leaning to the side still trying to keep away from it as much as possible. ]

Eh...

[ He picks Mokona off his shoulders and shoves the thing into Hikaru's arms instead, like he did with Mob's marshmallow straight into the bonfire. ]

[laid]

[Give me the third one Nik you told me to say so. I can be flexibly around basically whenever between now and Friday???]

MEMORY THREE - THE STORMCLOUD

[heartablaze]

[Wherever Raven had just been moments ago has morphed and twisted under his feet. His steps grow heated under a path of fire, to a creature that stands well above his height, seated in a room with six doors.

A door, marked with only an ink depiction of a drop of water and a gust of wind, quietly unlocks and falls open for Raven. At the beast's feet sits Hikaru, her eyes clouded. The beast itself will incline its head in the man's direction.

Raven will hear a voice, deep and rumbling in his head.]

What is your name?

[laid]

[Well... there's Hikaru's daemon, but big!! He lurches forward, mouth open to shout after Hikaru, to ask if she's ok, but then the question stops him dead in his tracks. What is his name? What a question. Something about it being asked psychically in his head makes him pause, because can he really answer that? Is he really who he chooses to be now, especially after how easily it was stripped away with a single forgotten memory? Maybe he's not Raven. But he's certainly not Schwann. And he could never be Damuron again.

So, instead, he takes another step forward.]

What's wrong with Hikaru?
[Screw his name, it doesn't matter. Hikaru is more important.]

[frostythehitman]

the dice say 6!! timewise i'm most free EST evenings from like 5pm to 1am

MEMORY SIX - THE LEGEND

[heartablaze]

[Wherever Bucky had just been moments ago has morphed and twisted under his feet. His steps grow heated under a path of fire, to a creature that stands well above his height, seated in a room with six doors.

A door, marked with only an ink depiction of a pitch black heart, quietly unlocks and falls open for Bucky. At the beast's feet sits Hikaru, her eyes clouded. The beast itself will incline its head in the man's direction.

Bucky will hear a voice, deep and rumbling in his head.]

What is your name?

[frostythehitman]

What?

It's...Vezda, for now.

But forget that--is she okay?