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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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[You don't have to tell her twice. She feels lucky, almost, to know as much as she did as early as she did, before it slipped out of his fingers.]
He needs more friends like you, Ochako-chan. He's a really good person, he just decides to go about things in bad ways sometimes... I think just because he's convinced himself that's how he always has to live his life. That he's scared, to say what's on his heart and be told horrible things for it. Nii-chan has a really big heart, so I think... it hurts, a lot more, to show it and still be misunderstood.
The only way he'll know it's okay is by finding those people that will help him talk at his own pace, you know? So I'm really glad you're not giving up on him, either.
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[ her expression softens into a fond smile. ]
The night before I died, he told me about the dream he has for his world. It's going to be difficult to achieve, but it's really admirable. And if anyone can make it happen, I think it's him.
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I think he'd make a really good king someday, with a goal like that.
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[ wait
what? ]
...Riegan-san is going to be a king?
[ some things you just miss for the entire game! like this, and xie lian being a god! it's fine! ]
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Oh. Oops.
SLAPS HER HAND OVER HER MOUTH???]
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[SHHHHH]
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externally, she just. nods. ]
Well, it's not like we could help what anyone saw that week. [ the memory bubbles were rude. ] But it's okay. I won't mention it. It's... not really any of my business, anyway.
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She nods furiously, still red as a beet.]
He, um... it's complicated. It's really complicated.
He just wants to be who he is, s-so... if he chooses to tell you, or me, or anything, then, um... that needs to be something he decides for himself, right?
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No, I get it. It's not like it changes anything, anyway. He's still Riegan-san.
[ . . .
riegan-ouji? riegan-sama?
...no, absolutely not. ochako would probably die laughing first. ]
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Yeah.
You should ask if you can call him Claude! I think he likes it if people aren't all formal and stuffy.
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He's never said anything about it... and I didn't think we were that close.
[ but ochako also didn't know they were even friends until he said so either, did she. hm. ]
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The worst he can do is say no!
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[ then again, a lot of the boys ochako knows are bad at that. but she gives a slow nod. ]
Well... maybe. I'll worry about that once we've made it back.