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GRAVEYARD 2.0

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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[ 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.

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.]

Hikaru-san?

[ she's at hikaru's side in an instant, kneeling as the creature speaks. ]

I - That's fine, but I can't leave her here.

[The beast doesn't respond, waiting.

Hikaru is here! She's alive, breathing, but her eyes are distant, and she won't respond to external stimuli. Her sword is still here on the ground, though! Neato.]

[ she looks between hikaru and the beast, takes a deep breath, and continues: ]

I do want to help people - to save them from their fates, if I can. That means Hikaru-san, too. I don't want to abandon her, after all she's done.

[It meets her gaze unblinking.]

She will not be harmed. This trial is one she has already taken.

Once the shattered portions of her heart have been restored, she will return to you.

[ she seems doubtful, but... if it's something hikaru has already been through, then it should be alright, shouldn't it? though she hesitates, ochako does slowly get back to her feet and look toward the door. ]

Okay. If it means helping her, I'll do whatever it takes.

[ she heads for the door. ]

[The beast does not respond, only watching as she steps through the door, the handle quietly closing it behind her.

Ochako steps into a fog of white noise and static. As she steps forward, her path starts to even out, a floor underneath her made of wooden planks. She feels younger. Much younger. The world feels very bright and tall and open all of the sudden, and she feels the weight of something in her hands that was not there before - long and light but a little cumbersome for her size for some reason.

Something feels... familiar. Nostalgic?]

[ as she walks forward, she'll try to get a look at the thing in her hands. is it... a sword, perhaps?

but really she's going to focus on wherever she is now, and moving forward. ]

[It is very close! It's very light, almost hollow. It feels pretty familiar, though.

The fog clears a little further as she presses onward across the floor, the scenery starting to mold with color into a traditional martial arts dojo. It's all familiar, and in front of her stands a m̸̡̨̺̞͉̹̘͕̯͕̩͉̱̗̜̒̏a̸̢̹͙̬͖͂͜n̴̹͕͐, in full kendo uniform, bearing an identical shinai in his own hands.]

Do not hold back, Hikaru.

[There's a pang of fondness, of determination that swells in your heart. Out of the corner of her eye, Ochako may see a wisp of orange giving way to the figure of Hikaru, like a ghost in a mirror, standing in the same position Ochako now holds with her eyes still clouded.

Static seeps into the room at the edges, clawing at Ochako's memory in the search of that same nostalgic feeling, of that wisp of belonging.

Who... was this?]

[ the ghost catches her eye, pulling her attention to the side. so it's a memory, then? she's living one of hikaru's memories?

...okay, then. she turns her eyes back to the man before her. ]

Okay. I won't.

[ when it feels right... when the hikaru in this memory feels ready. that's when she moves - not a moment before. ]

[She'll feel her post settle, posture straight, shinai held at the ready, walking forward to cross weapons

with the m̶̜̋̒a̷̢̡̛̛̛̩̲̣̟͓̥̫̣̼̤͐͂̇̀̌̚͜ͅn̶͍͇̠̝̪͙̬̲͓̐͊̒̆͑̌̐̌̀͐̒͂͠͝ ̶̛̝̳̟̩̗̿̀̉̓͜y̶̥̠̲̹̆̂͌͌͒͒̑̒͆̋͘ȯ̶̹̜̪̀͋͜u̷̡̩͕̝͚̝̯̩̤̗̬̖͛̾́͛́̾͂͂͒̈́̀̕ ̴̰̐̐͛̔͝c̷̨̢̢̛͉͇̭̝̰̱̜̖̦̮̀́̔̄̄̑̅́͜͠ą̸̺̯̥͍̝̱̥͙̘̲̬̻͚̝̈n̷̨̯̺̹̟̘̬͇͓̜̜̫͇̭͌̀̾̌͝n̶̛̺̣̥̯̊̉̂̍͂͊͘͠͠ͅǫ̷̢̛̟̱͖̤͔̯̘͓͕̓͂͌͆́͋̂̉̆̍͒̚͝t̷̛̛͙͈́̂̊͛̉̍̾̌̊͠͝ ̵̨̡̧̥̩͓̺̭͚͔̺̥̼̙͒̏̕͝r̸̗̥̅̇͌̆͠ē̶̢̛̠̯̱̺̭̈͋͐̽̇̔̅̍̃̈́͠m̴̨͙̗͓̹̳̠̲̻͎̪̮̭̄̈́́͒̆̂̍̔̆̎͒͠ͅê̷̛̛͕̺̊̾͋̀̔̀͂̑̏͆͜m̶̺̗͓͉͋̀̿͐̈́̔̋̚̕͝ͅb̷̢̲̙̘͓̱̟͇͑̋̍̒̈͆̌́͋̿̇̕̚̚ͅė̶̙̼͓̮̱̪̺̟̜̟͈͎̮̥̠́̊̿͆̈̈́́r̶̛͚̺̼̻͛̅͊͊̓̊̕ ̴̛̼̗̗̠̳̺͋͗͂̎͛̋͒́̎͘͝ẅ̶̛̳̘̀̂̉̀͋̂̒̈́̒͝h̸̨̦̬͎̳̭̜̘̟̙̅͊̇̈́́͒̈́͠o̵̡̲̜͉̖͒̋͗͘͜͝ ̷̧͉̱͕̰̮̗͆͒̅̀͜i̸̙̹̇̑̓͆̎̌͂̕ṡ̷̡͙̠̤͉͎̤̖̥̩̮̲͓̅́̑̐̕͝ͅ ̶̢̨̱̱̖̗̝̩̪̻͕͓͕̝̞̄͌̆̀̓̏̃͒́͐͒͆̒̚͘t̴̢̥̙͕̼̙̳̳̯̺̑̂̇̾̄̉͂̕͝ẖ̷̡͎̤͑̒̇̀̀̕͝i̴̢̢̼̯̖̦̲̼̫̮̺͕͓̙̓͋́͋s̸̢̟̗̥̺̬̗̫̤̜̹̯͋ ̷̬̟̹̘̙̖̝̺̞̫̼̮͈̌̐͜͜w̸̢̲̳̝͚̩̜̆̃̈́̃̽̄͛͌͜͠͝͝h̴̨̢͈̳̻͇̘̤̭̩͈̭͎̙̜̓̔̐̃ȏ̷̧̬͉̲̦͙͓̬̼͚̰̫́͐̀̈́͊͋̒̄ ̴̹̪͍̯̺͇̥̐̓̋̈͌̎i̵̡̢̪̜̻̫͚̹̻̬͓̻͉̙̣̽̾͊́̒s̶̡̧̗̳̫̦͕̘͈͕̱̫͇̏͋̊̉̒̊̄̃͂͜͝͠ͅ ̵̨͚̞͈̰̳͇̅͘ţ̵̗̲̫̑̉̀̆̔̿̒̈́̂̋͠͝h̵̝̐̈́̎͘ḯ̴͙̖̟̠͙̦̈́̊̚s̴̢̺͔̺̲̣̣͉̮̲̥̭̲͍̾̈̎̒͆̋̚

You know the rules of kendo already, despite how young you are. You know the places you are allowed to hit, and how to try to block. He taught you, didn't he?

The ghost follows Ochako's movements forward, a tugging sensation without controlling, a flare in her mind of familiarity. Watch to your right. Be careful with your step. And, very suddenly, very firmly, a call to strike.

The head, the shoulders, the wrists. Any will do, but she must make her choice immediately.]

Edited 2020-11-17 01:41 (UTC)

[ ochako is still new to swordsmanship, and knows nothing about kendo. it's strange to experience in this way - but she lets the training that xie lian gave her guide her hand, along with the memory itself.

the wrist, then. ]

[She'll exhale with a yell and a firm jab to the wrist.

With the confirmed hit, whoever is in front of her is no longer who it used to be. The shinai flickers, as though it didn't exist. It is someone Hikaru does not know at all.

But perhaps it is a familiar face to someone else?

Ochako.

Who is it that stands before you?]

[ the change catches her by surprise, and ochako stumbles back a step as the figure before takes a knee. sandy hair, a warm smile... she doesn't recognize this man, but seeing his face brings a desperate need to help him bubbling to the surface. ]

I- I don't know.

[ but the love in those eyes tug at the edges her mind. she knows this man. somehow, she knows him, and he knows her. ]

Someone I knew before...?

[Does your heart remember, what your mind has forgotten?

To the side, in the static, the form of Hikaru has shrunken in size, to a child of no more than 6, shinai still in hand, a kendo match with a man over twice her size, but facing him as though the size does not matter. Nostalgia ripples through the floor, clawing into her mind to fill the static of their surroundings with something familiar. A place, a home, somewhere for this person to receive definition.

Where did that love come from?]

[ a home.

though his face is unfamiliar, the sheer joy with which he looks at ochako, as he reaches out to ruffle her hair is not. there are only two people who love her enough to look at her the way this man does. she doesn't remember either of them, but she knows they were there, that they could never leave her forever. ]

Daddy...?

[ is this her father? she chances a glance over at hikaru - is this her family, too? ]

[The love is palatable, like waves of gold over static. Ochako looks over to see the child being swept off her feet by the man who had now removed his protective mask, his face stern but eyes lit up with a mix of embarrassment and pride. The girl in his arms giggles and giggles and throws her arms around his neck.

Oto-san--

You know that this was one of the last days you ever saw him, and your heart aches a little. But you know he is only gone for now, and that he will be back someday. You think of him, with the weight of a sword in your hand, with a good blow against an opponent.

You know, and you act, and you are, because you are loved.]

Hikaru-san...

[ he will be back someday. she glances betewen this happy hikaru - happier than ochako thinks she's ever seen her, here in the realm - and she realizes, then, that they're probably more alike than she knew. ]

Daddy... [ her voice is a whisper, as she turns back to her father, speaking in time with hikaru's memory. her father smiles down at her, proud as he's ever been. ] I'm sorry. I forgot.

[ gone were his name, his face, his voice, and the words she'd hung on so desperately before. gone was the promise she'd made, to follow her own dream, but to do it to support them.

but somehow, she'd never forgotten that they had been there, or how much they'd loved her - that it was their love that shaped her into who she is, and drove her to try to be even better. with their family, with the love they've been given, she and hikaru can both be so much more. they are who they are because of this.

the pieces are still weaving themselves back together. but she remembers those eyes now, the comfort she's always found in them. she, like hikaru, throws her arms around her father's neck, and wonders at how familiar it feels when he hugs her back. ]

I won't forget again. I promise.

[ it feels like home. ]

[Ochako's father remains, holding her tight, and the scene morphs with a distinct passage of time. Ochako will feel a little older, a little closer to her current age, as the memory clears a path through the static, a hallway right off the same dojo, emitting the scent of fresh rice and pork and vegetables.]

[ as she pulls away, she's going to look for hikaru first, to see if she's still here. but she'll go follow the hallway, now that it's clear.

is it dinnertime? ]

[She will not see Hikaru, though there is a flash of that same orange light, like a line of fire following gunpowder, one that flickers down the halls and kisses at the wood as it goes before disappearing into the space beyond.

As she walks through the hallway, she'll find it's strangly open to the air, the sound of running water and a deer scare to her left. It's a cozy place, firmly traditional despite the skyscrapers visible in the distance.

The scent drifts in the direction of the home that sits just slightly apart from the dojo proper. It's getting late in the day, but there's a f̴̦̤̬̅͊͊̋͠ȋ̷̬̋ğ̴̦̯̙͕ȗ̸͚̰̤ͅͅr̵̰̘̤̍͝ë̵̛̱̪́̋̈́ leaning over some sort of textbook by the pond, easygoing and gentle if not a little dramatic as they sigh.

A̵̡͆̾͗̈́n̸̨͍̊̂̊ơ̴͎͐̓́ͅṭ̷̮̯̀̈́ĥ̵̝̗͒̑̚ë̵̮̘͙́̾̉̕͠ŗ̴͖̬̭͋̕͜ rides up through the property on a bike with a strangled, panicked yell, still in school uniform as they ditch their bicycle and dart straight into the dojo with very little grace, anxiety dripping out of every pore, very loud and even MORE dramatic than the one who now has burst into quiet laughter.

From the home, Ochako will hear a voice, first unfamiliar but then morphing into that of her own mother.

There he is. Hikaru, come help me, please.

Hikaru can be heard happily agreeing, the sound of clattering dishes and busywork starting up from beyond the open front door.]

[ caught in her surprise at recognizing her mother's voice - mom, she remembers her mom - ochako almost misses what she says altogether. a moment later, she's rushing to follow the sound. ]

Y-yes! I'm coming, Mom!

[She runs through the door, following the grooves of the home like she knows them by heart. The house smells of supper. She passes by a room with a kamidana, where a̶̗͇̹̝͗̂ ̴͙̘͓͑ẗ̷͚͓͇͈͈́̀̿̾̒ḩ̵̨͕̅̑ī̴̪̓͋ŕ̷̘͓̼̄̓d̷̛̰̘̦͖̝̓͗̊ ̶̢͕͒f̴̢̩̟͔̯̏̇ī̵͙͇̲͔͚͂g̶̗̪̤̿̕̚u̷̡̫̠̬̯̿́r̷̨̝̋̈̇̌͘ė̶͈̖̎͌̉͘ sits in prayer, not turning at the sound of her footsteps, calm and taciturn.

It is as she rounds the corner into the kitchen that she will see that same ghostly figure of Hikaru, dishing up rice into bowls, and Ochako's mother, portioning out meat and vegetables and pickled ginger.

Her mother will look up as Ochako enters, with a flicker to a woman unfamiliar for just a brief moment. But her smile is the same, her voice is the same.

Welcome home, Ochako.]

I'm back, Mom!

[ she beams, both at seeing her mother - recognizing her - and seeing hikaru there, with her. they're experiencing this together. if this is how she can help hikaru, ochako is more than happy to do so.

so she goes to help with the rice, as well. ]

Is there anything else that I can help with?

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