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GRAVEYARD
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, but it leads you to somewhere that's not the front lawn. 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. On the desk are some blank pieces of paper along with crayons, as well as a written note next to them that says PLEASE DRAW THE PREFERRED ANIMAL :). It looks like this is how you ask for a meeting with a Leader. 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. As of Week 3, each person has the ability to send messages on their PHS unlocked. |
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Without consequence.
[She whips open the l*ghtsaber. It makes that funny fake woosh sound. But you can tell she's handled a weapon before, by how she holds it, by how she points it out towards the audience like she's facing down a foe... before dropping it to her side.]
My brother isn't mine by blood. Maybe people would call me stupid for that - fighting for somebody that I haven't known since I was little. But he's important to me. And we've--
I've made a big mistake. A lot of them.
I've told my brother stories before. Of this crown I took from the only princess of a beautiful land, or of this blade held by the man who took her captive, taken by a knight. My brother thinks they're just stories, and he thinks I'm foolish, and he thinks I'm loud.
I didn't get either of these because of my good intentions. I got them to remind me of what happens, when a knight doesn't question. No matter how I feel, that dragon is right. No action is without consequence.
I choose to accept this one. Because I love my brother, and I made him a promise. [She tosses the dress off to the side with force. Don't worry it's backstage somewhere. It probably just crashed into something. The dog lifts its head at the noise.] So I'm going to rescue Hansel. And I'm gonna tell him the truth!
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If they're going to be like that, then, he has no qualms of dragging the tower across the stage until it stands tall and proud at the very center, making sure to have it squeak as loudly and painfully as he can in the process. Horse head is off, and it's just him and his usual black hoodie, hood flipped up over his head to obscure as much as his face as he can while he crouches underneath the ladder like a troll under a bridge. ]
Little girl, little girl, surely you do not aim to climb this tower? For it is very tall and you are very small. I may offer you my aid, but it will come with a price. What say you?
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She keeps her l*ghtsaber lowered, cocking her head to the side.]
A price?
What kind of price? I don't have any money to give you.
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[ He holds his hand out, as if to receive something physical, from behind the bars of his ladder cage. ]
Little girl. Little sister. Stupid, foolish, girl. You have so many others. Won't you share your name with me?
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There's something that clouds over Hikaru's eyes in that moment, viciously empty and detached and not an all an act, before she snaps back with a shake of her head.]
Gretel. My... my name is Gretel.
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You're wrong. My name is Gretel, now, little girl.
[ He takes his hand back and pretends to tuck something into his hoodie pocket before pulling himself out from underneath the ladder, climbing up one rung and sitting down again, facing Hikaru. ]
Follow me, little girl~ I know a secret entrance to the tower, where you won't be spotted. Come now, quickly, quietly, and—-
[ From somewhere offstage, one of his cats meows. ]
...and do your best to ignore the voices. Can you hear them crying for help? So many prisoners locked up in this tower. But you cannot help everyone, little girl. You are but one little girl. You cannot save the world. You must harden your heart to save your brother, or abandon him to save the rest. Come, now.
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She collapses the saber and shoves it against her waist.]
Harden my heart...
Why have so many been captured... Gretel-sama? Them, my brother - no one here has done anything to deserve this, have they? This tower's so high, and--
[From nowhere in the crowd, a bag of mostly unpopped popcorn gets tossed to the stage with an incomprehensible sound of bored frustration.
Kano will probably see the dog instantly set on fire from where it sits, even though Hikaru needs a second to regain her composure, kicking aside what's been tossed in front of her in favor of keeping her eyes locked on Shuuya.]
... This place wasn't always so horrible and ugly. Why does the dragon stay here?
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[ Maybe dragons are lonely? All these knights trying to kill them all the time.
Kano hops up one more rung of the ladder, and sits once more. ]
They are monsters. Feared and hated throughout all the land. Do not try to understand a dragon, little girl, for it does not want to be understood, and would bite your head off for your troubles.
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Has anyone ever tried?
To understand something doesn't mean to change it. To understand... that's the only way to ever find ways to do things you wouldn't think about before.
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[ Understanding a monster is only for your own comfort. It does nobody else any good, least of all the monster. ]
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There's too many here. And even when I rescue him... if I can't do something with what I've seen, my brother won't be the last one to have to suffer.
I love him. He's a dear person to me. And I know he wouldn't want me making a choice without my whole heart being in it.
[Her jaw sets.]
What good is change if it comes from a place of ignorance?
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[ Up one more rung, and this time, he turns around so he can look down on Hikaru on the other side of the ladder. ]
I can tell you about the dragon, if you'd like. But, as with all things, it will come with a price. For each question that you ask, I will answer to the best of my ability. In exchange, you must give me what I ask for.
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There's only one thing I can't give you. Anything else... you can take, if it means I can make up my mind.
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[ Tipping becomes a little more possible as Kano climbs up one more step. ]
What questions do you have of me, little girl? In exchange for answering the first, I will ask for your beautiful red hair.
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She'll pretend to whip it off the back of her head with the saber, before handing it out to him.]
Why is the dragon's heart corrupted?
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Hm... The dragon was not born with a corrupted heart- nobody is. It was not born a monster, either. But it grew up all alone, and in order to survive, in order to live, it had to give up everything that made it weak.
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You can't have strengths without things that make you weak. That's just... part of being someone.
What did the dragon have to give up?
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[ He holds out his hand. ]
Do you wish to know? For an answer such as this one, I will require your eyes.
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She'll reach out her hand for his, groping a bit before taking his fingers. A pantomime at best, but it's the closest she can give for what's supposed to be a play.
Even though, she feels, this isn't turning into much of a play for either of them.]
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Kano takes her hand, but this time, unlike when they'd traipsed across town, his grip is firm, and he doesn't let go. ]
The dragon gave up his naivety. His innocence. His smile, his heart, his goodwill. Everything that made him him, as much a "him" as there could be at such a young age, he gave it up in exchange for his life. He took on a new form and a new role, in order to continue existing in this world.
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She realizes, possibly, why he asked for her eyes, since all she wishes is to meet his. But she keeps herself level, meets his firm grip with one of her own, her fingers tightening against his palm when something in what he says hits her a little too hard.
A new form. A new role.
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...What kind of life would anyone have, without their heart? What... what did that new role do to the dragon, that he had to give up so much just to live?
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Are you sure you want to ask those questions, with how much you've given up already? I would ask for your smile. I would ask for your voice.
[ Then, she would not be able to ask any more questions. ]
Think carefully of what you wish to ask.
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There's only one thing I cannot give, Gretel-sama. Everything else... you can have. [A strong repeat of what she said earlier, her grip squeezing.]
Please... tell me about the role of the dragon.
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...The dragon is the villain, see? Every story needs a villain, a common enemy to bring the masses together in the face of adversity. That is, anyways, how the dragon sees his role.
[ One more step up the ladder, although there has to be some hand juggling going on for both of them to ascend but still keep holding hands for whatever reason. ]
The role of the dragon is to pick off weak little boys and girls and hide them in this tower of his. Sacrifices such as these appeases the gods above, and without them, the entire world will burn. The people of this world are not meant to kill. But a dragon would take that sin upon himself, in order to protect his world.
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You're just like...
[It's a whisper, under her breath. But she paid with her voice for this answer. So she clenches her jaw, silent...
... before reaching for his hand with both of hers, keeping her head down and her body level with the ladder. From the back of the stage, the fiery wolf carefully walks on stage, regarding Shuuya before walking to the base of the ladder, planting its paws on the bottom before giving Hikaru's leg a nudge with its snout.
She exhales, then, pressing herself up just a little further, before carefully starting to trace hiragana and kanji into Shuuya's hand.
From behind her, the wolf meets his eyes, unwavering, where Hikaru cannot.]
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