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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[frostythehitman]

Then fuck Cefiro! Any world like that is doomed to fall apart sooner or later anyway! This isn't--this is stupid!

[heartablaze]

[Emeraude falls silent, as her counterpart laughs from high above the remains of the castle.

It's Hikaru that wheezes out an answer, pushing herself up. Her arm is visibly broken, blood running from her mouth, her words stumbling from her mouth as tears run down her face.]

...She summoned us to save Cefiro, not her. It... it was never to save her.

[Yes.

The Pillar cannot harm themselves, nor can anyone from Cefiro harm the Pillar. It is how this position stays safe. However, there is an alternative. If the Pillar's heart were to stray to evil or fall to despair... then I, and only I, possess the power to summon three from outside the reaches of our universe.

I summoned you, Magic Knights, so that you would kill me.]

[frostythehitman]

...and then what, some other poor sap gets stuck in this position until they try to off themselves too?

[heartablaze]

[Only one of strong heart and noble desire can hold the Pillar. That... cannot be me.

The sky starts to shatter like glass, the ground beneath them shifting and crumbling with an unearthly roar.

Please. In moments, nothing will be left in my heart but hatred. I will have the power to pray for the absolute destruction of this world, its people, and yourselves.

Please. Kill me. My heart only thinks of Zagato. Please... send me to him. Let me pray for the man I love and nothing more.]

[frostythehitman]

[ God, he hates these sorts of kills. They're less morally ugly, but they always make him feel terrible about the state of the world, that things could get so bad that someone would beg for death like this.

But fine. If this is what she wants, then so be it.

He goes in for the kill, stabbing her clean through the heart with his sword. ]

[heartablaze]

[She tries to stop him. She screams for his death, tries to remove his arm in one blow. But his conviction pulls him forward, the girls behind him, raising their weapons.

Her chest is split near in two. And Emeraude gasps out her breath, crumbling.

Finally.

I am yours... and yours alone...

Zagato.

Her body slowly dissolves into a pillar of light, expanding outward, blinding, swallowing up the three knights--

Bucky will open his eyes, and he is himself. He is on an observatory deck, overlooking a metropolis of some kind. There are crowds ogling out the windows at a brilliant light outside.

And, in the middle of the floor, gripping each other and weeping, are three 14 year old girls, sinking to the floor, Hikaru wailing.]

It's not fair!! IT'S NOT FAIR!!

[frostythehitman]

[ Vezda just. Stands beside the girls, jaw clenched in misery. He doesn't say anything, he doesn't hold on to them. He's not the type to do that anyway. He just gives them his presence, for whatever value that holds for them. ]

[heartablaze]

[It hurts. It hurts.

Regret billows in your chest like a vice to the heart. You never want to feel like this again. You never, ever want to feel regrets again, so deeply, so bitterly that you feel like you might break and bleed on the floor.




Bucky will wake up, and he will be back in the portal, tipping into someone else's memory. It seems, for now, he is done.]