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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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ESCAPE THE CASTLE - Sumire + Shigeo
The sun is shining, birds are singing, and people are milling about happily, gathered for some sort of party. In an ornate dining hall within the palace, tables are set out with delectable-looking food. There's light, happy music in the air, and a general feeling of cheer.
Sumire will find herself dressed in ornate robes, while Mob will find himself dressed in something much more lowkey. As strange as they might find their attire, there's something else even stranger: the people who approach Sumire address her as Princess, and the people who approach Mob address him as General.
Hm.
Anyway - for now, things seem pretty peaceful. Maybe they should just relax, take it easy, enjoy the food... what's the worst that could happen?]
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[Why did Yona's memory do this to him. Sumire should definitely be the general. He seems so nervous the second someone addresses him this way. What is a general supposed to do, again? Somehow, he feels like he must have made a mistake.]
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Um... [Hm.] Should we just keep walking...?
[Edits because I hit send too early— What kind of food are we talking about? Is there anyone they can see just hanging around and idling?]
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Anyway, since they're lingering, some of the people nearby are going to take that as an invitation to come say hello. They bow to them both, though they bow a little more deeply to Sumire.]
Congratulations on your sixteenth birthday!
[As for food - it's very fancy fantasy Korean fare. Everyone hanging around seems to be fancy, well-dressed nobles, though no one's clothing is quite as ornate as Sumire's.]
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[He looks mortified! He had no idea!]
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T-That was two months ago!
[Sometimes, you have an IC birthday like five days after intro mingle. It's fine. She looks at the people who approached them, thinking...]
Excuse me, I know this may sound like a strange question, but will you tell us our names?
[Binch only kins a princess by marriage, smh.]
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Anyway, these courtiers look briefly surprised by the question, and then they laugh.]
You've got such a sense of humor, Princess Y̶̢̛̛͚̙̲̼͚̝̖̣͔̲̪͉̙̥̜̳̱̲̫̖̳̌̇̾̀̏̒̔̉̆̍̃̑͐̓̉͌̃̈̉́̑̄̕̕͜͝͠͝͝͝͠ô̴̢̤͔̟͓̝̳̥̘̟̭̥̏̀̉͒n̵̢̧̨̨̩̝̲̜̝̪̯̹̻͔͔̦̣̠͔̬͖̹͎̙͎̮̭̻͚̫̗̱̉̄̀́͊̅̈́̆́̒̂̏̍̆̈̔̌͒͋̋̊̂̇̍͋͆͋̅̀̄̚͘͜͝͝a̸̧̡̧̧̢̧̧̛̦̫͎̝̜͍̳̻̼͔͚̫̼̫̠͎̖̪̬̞̹̖̝̙̓̍͗͋̽͌͌͗̅͆̾̈̍͠͝ͅͅͅ!
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Do you want to leave. . . ?
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Wow, that's unpleasant.
She recoils at how, presumably, distorted that sounds. And nods rapidly at Mob, whispering at him.]
Yes, let's just go.
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Sumire is a princess, so honestly, she can go wherever she pleases. Where are they headed? Her rooms (which a servant will helpfully point her in the direction of)? The courtyard? The gardens?]
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There's a little gazebo with a table and some chairs to relax and enjoy the scenery from, and beautiful flowers that have been grown with care to be aesthetically pleasing no matter which angle one views the bushes from.
Just briefly, they'll catch a glimpse of a tall, blond-haired man presenting something to a girl with long, red hair - dressed in the same robes as Sumire - but only momentarily. When they blink, the vision is gone.
Instead, they're approached by two people.
One of them looks just like Sumire, save for the small, delicate beauty mark under her eye.
The other bears a resemblance to Mob, but he's got spikier hair.
Sumire's doppelganger is dressed in the same robes she is, and the boy who looks like Mob is wearing his same clothes, too.
They speak in unison.]
w̴̱̞͈͔̞͈̅͊̈̍̅͜ ̷̫̘͖̞͓̮̱͕̟̙͇̹͂͜ḧ̵̛̤̰́̍̆̚ ̴̡̢̢̨̟̝͕̬̲̘̯͙̠̽̓̔̚͠ó̸̰͇͙̜̰͔̭̰͔̣̞̳͎̓͑͐͋̎̉̐͜ͅ ̸̨̢͇̲̰̰͈͖̙̾̏̍̓̂ą̵̡̡̭͓̩̗͔̭͍͇̿̐̌̍͝͝ͅŗ̴̞͓̌̆̄͆̄̔͑̍̅̕͜͝e̴͚̜̳͕͙̼̹̞͎̱̙͙͛͂̆̀̑̉̿̒ͅ ̵̤͕̋̆ÿ̴̘̬͙͖̓̾͒͛͑̑͂̊͆͘̚͝͝ ̷̛̪̭͆̔̚͝ơ̷̦̳̺̹̤̦̫̙͔̍̒̌̑̍̒̐̽̐͐̍̅̈́̇ ̴̡̡̛̯̠͓̩͓̖̲̦̗͛̓̍͛̽̅̆̍́̈́̌̐̂̚͜u̸̯̦̖̥̗̫̗̘̥̪̯͙̎͊͋̀ ̴̢̱̥̠̂̽̍̌̾́̒̕?̵̟͍̓͑͊́̀̒̄͂̌̍̔̊͝
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. . . Actually, something about the real general seems familiar, doesn't it? But he can't quite place him.]
S - sorry! We didn't mean to.
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Closes her eyes, just for a moment. Takes a deep breath. Then glares at the two people in front of them.]
I'm sorry, but I won't go through this again.
[Grabs Mob's hand
and tries to keep walking, her other hand briefly fumbling as she reaches for a rapier that's probably not quite here at this moment. This is fine.]
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With each step that Sumire and Mob take, their surroundings get darker. It's like the sun is setting, rapidly disappearing behind the horizon - faster than it should, but at the same time, it feels like the exact right amount of time has passed.
Eventually, it's the dead of the night. There are torches lining the halls, but strangely enough...
...no guards.
There's a door up ahead, though. It's partially cracked open, and there's light coming from it.]
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Should we go through there?
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Is there anywhere else for us to go...?
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It'll be okay. Let's go.
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All right. But let's be careful.
[The door is partially cracked open, right? Is it enough for them to get a glimpse of what's on the other side first?]
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But there's what looks like two people, standing very, very close to each other.
There's also blood at their feet.]
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. . . Uh! It seems bad in there.
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Bad.
Sumire tenses up, stifling her gasp with a hand against her mouth.]
They could be injured, or worse. [She forgets this is likely all fake, despite just seeing her very dead sister again. Though, it seems she hasn't forgotten enough to not add a very quick:] ... Be ready to run, okay?
[Time to shove the door open. Any cursed circles in here waiting to turn them into gloves?]
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Instead, what they'll see is...
Well. Each one of them will see their father, impaled on the point of a sword. The sword is in the hand of... the person they consider to be most important to them!
That important person's gaze flicks toward them, and they pull the blade out of their father's stomach. The man's body drops, lifeless, to the ground, and his blood drips from that sword.]
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thank you for your patience!
<3
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