GRAVEYARD PT. II

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The world is black. And then you blink at your plate.

A portion of your favorite dish greets your eyes, albeit in a form you may never have seen it in before. Encased in a thick, wobbling layer of multi-colored gelatin, the food you know and love now sits suspended in its protein-based enclosure as an eccentric re-imagining of the dish. Furthermore, it only takes a glance to see that the rest of the dining table's spread shares this same theme, as every single dish, sweet or savory, finds itself victim to a jiggling Jell-o jail.

Still, you won't have much time to take this all in before a quiet, high-pitched giggling makes its way to your ears, only crescendoing in volume the longer you sit in this oh-so-familiar dining room. It doesn't take much to find the source of the sound either; unlike the other side, this place is absolutely teeming with fairies to the point where the fluttering of their iridescent wings is clearly audible behind the din of their laughter. As you come to your senses, dozens and dozens of beady eyes watch with their tiny faces stretched out in a wide grin, before speaking in unison.

"Welcome, we can't wait to serve you!"

As the fairies erupt in raucous laughter all around you, at least one more thing is readily apparent: however you met your end, your body is completely whole again. You also have company at the table with you, although whether it's desirable company or not may depend on the circumstances surrounding your death.

In any case, there's nothing stopping anyone from leaving the dining room and roaming freely as usual, and most of the same areas that were available to you on the other side are still present here, albeit with some differences. And though your life may have been stolen from you, it still looks like you have a part in this tale, somehow, someway.

So, will you let your story finish here, or will you write your own ending?

[Welcome to the Graveyard! This is part 2 of the GY post for Weeks 6 and 7. The previous post for Weeks 2-5 is linked above. Please also view the GY doc linked above for a full rundown of the basics. You may also still submit for items and gacha rolls using the GY shop post.]

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[amortristis]

[ Morgan sits back in a start, her (still fingernail-less) hand going up to her chest. It's a rude awakening, for sure, and she sort of barely even hears the fairies giggling as she looks around and –

Right. Everything that just happened is coming back to her. For once (except Raven, who definitely saw her mad last night), all of you get to see Morgan emote as she suddenly breaks down crying, leaning forward into her knees as her hands cover her face as she sobs. ]

[lastreward]

[ Well that startles her when she sees her crying, so she waits patiently, sitting close by and calls her name gently. ]

Morgan-san...

[ She's sorry she can't give you that much time to grieve. ]

[amortristis]

[ The name gets her to pick her head up, and she straightens more when she realizes who it is. ]

Samidare...?

[ It's less of her being surprised she's here and more like. Holy shit it's been eons since she's seen you. She sniffs, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand. ]

I... this is where you all have been, then?

[lastreward]

Yes, just here, on the other side.

We've been stuck here, unfortunately. Our souls, that is.

[amortristis]

[ Hmm. ]

... Have you all figured out what's keeping us here?

[lastreward]

We'll be going over it in the meeting, but there's some seals that have been keeping our souls here.

Unless you mean, in the bigger picture, the creature in the void.

[oversaw]

[ Seeing her like this, he almost wishes he didn't come to greet Morgan. She deserves time to her herself to grieve. Should he leave her like this...? Surely she wouldn't want someone seeing her at such a weak moment. But...

... it's hard. It's hard to walk away from someone in such obvious pain. Lucifer slowly approaches and reluctantly puts a hand on her shoulder. ]

Morgan...?

[amortristis]

[ Luckily she's been in varying states of weak all week, so this is nothing new to her at this point. It's still embarrassing, but...

The hand on her shoulder doesn't get a reaction, but the voice saying her name absolutely does. She straightens up a bit, rubbing at her eyes to fruitlessly try and stop the stem of tears that. ]

... Sorry. I'm not...

[ She's kind of at a loss for words. Sorry, Luci. She seems glad to see him again, though, despite the circumstances. ]

[oversaw]

[ Ah. He's still not sure if she should have grabbed her attention, but seeing her straighten encourages him. He smiles softly at her and gently reaches to pull her hands from her eyes.

There, there, Morgan. Wiping like that will only hurt your eyes. ]

There's no need to apologize—or to hide your tears. Not here.

[amortristis]

[ She tenses as he pulls her hands down, for a moment, but lets him. She looks up at him with what might look like disbelief. ]

I...

[ Her gaze drops down to her hands, and before long she starts crying again. It's not full on sobs this time, at least. ]

[oversaw]

[ This time, he doesn't offer any words. He wouldn't know what words to speak even if he tried anyway. What he does instead is gently put his arms around her and bring her in close.

His wings stretch and cover the two of them. It's all right, it's all right. Cry as much as you like. ]

[laytorest]

[OH NO SHE'S CRYING Yor is immediately breaking character to fuss.]

M-Morgan, are you alright?

[Just ignore the golden needle blades at her sides that's probably fine EVERYTHING IS PROBABLY FINE.]

[amortristis]

[ hahahahaha you fell into her trap! now morgan jumps and stabs yor -

Nah. She does react a lot quicker to Yor than some of the others, though. She wipes her eyes. ]

I... [ She takes a deep breath and exhales. ] I'm fine.

[ Like. She's clearly not. But it's not important. ] Are you all all right, here?

[laytorest]

I... w-well, sort of, but it's complicated.

[Hovering uncertainly, arms raising and then lowering, not sure if hug would be helpful here or not.]

B-but we're doing everything we can!

[amortristis]

[ ... she probably would take it if Yor did it, but she's definitely not going to ask for one. ]

So long as you're doing that, then I won't complain. [ pauses ] How... are you doing?

[ From her tone, it's probably clear that she's not going to yell at her or anything for what happened. Even if Morgan didn't just die trying it, she probably wouldn't. ]

1/2

[laytorest]

[SHE'S BEING SO NICE? AND SHE JUST CRIED?? AAAAAA]

W-well...

[Not great but how do you say that to someone who just DIED and BURST INTO TEARS and-]

[laytorest]

[WAIT. SHE MIGHT HAVE SOMETHING.

fishing along her belt, but further back so it was out of view unlike the very threatening needle blades, Yor produces a tiara!]

You were a princess, right? Is this yours? Or maybe if it isn't you could have it anyway?

[She still has no idea where this came from or who it belongs to and tbh her memories of Morgan being a princess are kind of fuzzy so that might not even be real but also PLEASE BE OKAY, LOOK, IT'S PRETTY AND SPARKLY.]

[eternaljune]

...I know. I'm sorry.

[Rika crouches down and pats Morgan's head, trying to offer some form of comfort despite everything.]

I can at least tell you that everything isn't quite decided yet. It isn't hopeless.

[amortristis]

[ She shivers as a sob racks through her, but she does eventually pick herself up to look at Rika. ]

I... [ she rubs her eyes ] I'm glad to hear it. I know you've all been doing your best.

[ ... clearly Morgan wasn't doing hers, though. ]

[eternaljune]

We've been trying to, at least. Raven's death may...complicate things, but we haven't reached the point where getting out of here is impossible yet.

[amortristis]

Complicate? What do you mean?

[ It's pretty clear from her expression and tone that she has no idea what Rika is referring to in regards to that. ]

[libirdian]

[ He's going to hang back and let the others do most of the talking since he's really bad at this. But he does want to at least make an attempt to talk to a fellow archive visitor. ]

I'm sorry about all this, Miss Morgan. This is...going to be a lot at once.

[ Which frankly is going to be an understatement. ]

[amortristis]

[ She nods, wiping her eyes. ]

I assumed as much. [ pauses to hold down a shiver. ] I'm glad to see you're all right, though.

[ Given. How he specifically went out. Yeesh. ]

[libirdian]

[ If he weren't a bird, he'd hand her a handkerchief. Sadly, he is not, so he'll just pass over a jar of water to her instead. ]

Same here. It's...one of the kinder quirks of this side of the world. I guess you could say it's a sort of welcoming gift.

[amortristis]

[ She gives him a small nod in appreciation! She's not sure if she's supposed to drink or cry into it, but she won't do either! ]

Given how some of us have died... that's probably for the best.

[ STARING AT MR. CORPSE CHUNKS OVER THERE ]