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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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I didn't know with Shuuya, either.
Not knowing isn't enough an excuse, Oji-san. You... have to decide, what it is you did wrong, and what you wanna change.
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Well I dunno about you, but right now the only thing I wanna change is you kids and everyone else bein' dead.
[And instead we're stuck in memory hell.]
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"I want to go back. I don't want to leave them like this, with nothing ever changing... I want to go back and really help the people she loved...!!
The Hikaru still curled up on the floor wipes at her eyes.]
Why, Oji-san?
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... Why what?
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...I don't want to have to lose anybody else, Oji-san... and no matter how hard I try to reach to you, you... you always run away...
[The tears are coming back up. But Umi and Fuu break the scene, cross to her, Umi throwing her arms around Hikaru.
Don't you dare start crying, or I'll just cry, too.
She is crying anyway, but Fuu is leaning over to join them, and their is embrace is warm and familiar, and the sorrow is palatable but its theirs and its real and even if they're the only people on this entire planet that feel such sorrow in this moment...
At least they weren't alone?]
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But if nothing else, it's too late now. he can't undo what's already been done. He knows better than anyone what a bad idea it is to try that. Seeing Hikaru with her friends just reminds him of Brave Vesperia. How they all had smacked him for what he pulled at Baction. It's the same thinking, isn't it? Throwing himself away for the sake of the others isn't what anyone wants.]
Hey, sorry, it's alright, we'll all get out of here together, alright? I promise.
[Himself included.]
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Promise.
Promise me... you'll remember that people love you. Promise me that you'll make it home to them.
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I promise.
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And there is a sudden image, a vicious image, of Hikaru, with a young man held tightly in her arms, fighting to bring two down a road only mean for one, her body ripping to pieces, reaching her arm out for help that she never sees.]
I promise too, Oji-san.
I... can't forget, that I'm not alone. All the things Umi and Fuu ever did with me... we promised we'd do it all together.
The Pillar has to be alone. Emeraude had to be alone. But being alone... no one can do that forever. I don't want to do that forever, Oji-san. I want to be happy.
I promise I'll remember... that I'm the new Pillar of Cefiro... and that I have so, so many people who love me.
[Raven will blink, and he will be out of the memory entirely as the portal pulls him somewhere else. It seems, for now, he is finished.]