faentasy | 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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Ah, hello -- Ferry, was it? -- it is a little unfortunate to be seeing you on this side, but as it seems to be almost an exact replica of the other side, it doesn't quite feel like a move at all...

Well, how has everything been lately? I don't believe we've had the chance to chat very much before.

[There is like, so much side-eye going on here after that last trial, Jack. As a result, they just have their arms crossed as they watch him with a bit of a frigid gaze in those tiny brown eyes of theirs.]

Mm. I guess we haven't. Was there something you wanted to ask of me, or are you just making small talk?

I've just been wondering what you were like -- here where you seem to ply most of your trade. I'm told that you are a wonderful presence for the dead, and they seem to like you well enough.

Or am I being treated differently because I am Hamelin's agent?

[He does notice that frigid stare, but all things considered, he has no idea if they do that to every less-than-stellarly wonderful murderer or individual that comes through here, or what.]

[In fairness, everyone who wrecked their shop also got side-eyed too because fuck you stop murdering inside the store but it's true that Jack is also special in many ways!!

Either way, their demeanor still doesn't thaw even after the compliment(?) as they puff their cheeks up at the question.]

Hmph! I don't know what would give you that idea! But even if I was, are you saying I should treat an underling of Hamelin the same as the others here?

[Look, he has never wrecked their shop and therefore has not seen the side-eye?? He is a good boy who does his murders outside and/or in empty mansions. He's polite that way!!!!

There's an amused look at the cheekpuff.]

Well, I wouldn't presume to tell you how to treat those under your authority -- which is all of us, including myself. But you can see why I would want to have a talk with you all the same, given that I will be here and under your care for the time being.

Do you and Hamelin not get along? I didn't get that impression from him.

[It's true, that's one tiny thing they can appreciate maybe?! Or not because side-eye continues rip. Their eyes narrow a bit at that last line though.]

It's rude to talk about people behind their backs, you know. Anyway, he's threatened me before, so even if I don't know what he's said about me before, why should I like him?

[I can't believe I have to retcon the shop wreck thing because he almost gave C-ta a concussion with an oil lamp.]

And yet the dead here are perfectly happy to gossip endlessly about their so-called traitors, so I'm afraid the Aira Niluc rumor mill is stronger than either of us.

You needn't like him, of course. No one particularly needs to like those they may work for. But how odd -- he spoke of it more as a little chat, so I don't know what sorts of threats he would have used.

He certainly hasn't threatened his caporegimes in our time working for him.

[Dammit they knew they should've confiscated all the oil lamps after Norton died?! Those things are a blight, surely.]

Well I imagine not, considering how much he seemed to like you two. Besides, isn't there a saying that it's easier to catch flies with honey?

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