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GRAVEYARD PT. II
GRAVEYARD
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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I'm sorry for all of this, Jack.
[ He won't ask Jack not to hate them or be upset. Being able to is a right in and of itself. So instead, he quickly unties the ropes. ]
Let me take you somewhere else. [ As he speaks, he holds out his hand. Surely no one will bother Jack if they're together. ]
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He's a little bit more awake (or maybe very awake? given everything, but then being sent to sleep in the jello moulds repeatedly like a snooze button getting slapped is a little disconcerting and a little draining all at once), a little paler and a little more tired-looking but, well.
He doesn't seem particularly upset. His expression settles closer to blank, a little smile as he regards Lucifer's expression.]
Well, you needn't apologize for the things others get themselves into.
[There's something wry in the corner of his smile that says he might be including himself in that, but he reaches out and takes the hand; it takes him a moment to find his feet but seriously he's been in this chair for ages.]
I really haven't seen much of this place yet; I'd hoped to have a chance to explore before too long. But perhaps the first place I'd like to find is somewhere to get a change of clothes. I truly hope such a place exists...
[Seriously he is not wearing this for the rest of the game!!!]
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His negligence and inability to commit to stopping this makes him complicit in Jack's suffering, at least in his eyes. But this apology was for Jack, not himself. Elaborating further will only cause Jack to insist in his innocence.
Rather than getting into a loop, he squeezes Jack's hand. Mortals do this to comfort one another, do they not? ]
Thank you for your kindness, my friend. [ Lucifer offers a softer smile this time. ] And you'll find the amenities here are the same as before. The exact same, in fact.
Shall we head to the boutique?
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Lucifer gets a slightly puzzled but brighter smile, shaking off a few of the cobwebs and memories of jello and so on.]
Such a strange thing to say in these times...
[But then, odd birds are as odd birds do -- Lucifer seems to still be Lucifer, and maybe that's the real comfort at this point?? Rather than continue contemplating this in bloody clothes and also with his braincells only on half-speed, Jack will nod, starting to lead the way he remembers.
Strange, how this place has become familiar enough to navigate instinctively in so short a time, but maybe that's because of the way he arrived and exists here too. (Here, in Aira Niluc, but here in this strange afterlife too; it's all new and all nearly nostalgic already at the same time.)]
I'm glad things haven't changed completely here -- I'm not one to get lost easily, but I admit I would have been in a pickle if we had lost access to the boutique.