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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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Heāll just bodily step between Jack and C-ta, then plant a hand on C-taās head, bodily pushing him backwards into Suga. Have fun, human dominoes.]
We have more pressinā problems, donāt we? If ya canāt contribute here, cranky children should go take a nap.
[And then turning to Jack, casual as could be!]
Time for ya ta try out a new seat. Over there looks good. Maybe itāll get some priories straight with a new view.
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[Jack..... is holding an entire oil lamp. Sure is.
And actually, he doesn't put it back -- he is just going to cart this entire glass-and-metal possible-bludgeon with him all the way over to his new spot, moving serenely and keeping an eye on the commotion he's left behind.
There, he'll just reinstall himself, lantern still in hand. Cross his legs, like he's watching the show. But at least he keeps quiet.]
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Gin is right. The both of you can sort out your differences later somewhere more open, but could you please do it later when we don't have the existential threat of a monster in the mirrors that can possibly kill us permanently?
I would like for everyone here to be able to leave alive without falling prey to said monster, unless that does not fall on your list on your priorities.
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You seem to have plenty of time for extracurricular activities.
[Jack's smile is very cold at this moment.]
Of course, I am willing to help with the matter of the existential threat, but I do wonder how much of a waste of breath it would be.
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[ just because c-ta is being restrained doesnāt mean that he canāt yell at jack. ]
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You're also not good for much right now, C-ta.]
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he might be pissed but heās not giving jack the benefit of watching him leave. ]
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Waste of breath ta try ta make a plan, or waste of breath ta listen ta Moriarty-kun there? [A cracked eye towards Jack, hidden from others with a tilt of his head.] I didnāt take ya for someone willing ta roll over and die.
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[It's a mutter half to the oil lamp and more brusque than he normally sounds; there's a sigh and then he reins himself in, seemingly, slowly putting his composure and tone back to rights. It's only slightly shifted, but even that might be down to recent events. He glances back at Gin and shrugs a little.]
I did not say I would not cooperate; I am not so arrogant a man as to think I can deal with this realm and this level of threat alone.
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Iām willinā ta listen. Unlike a lot of these fools, I like ta have all the details before strikinā. [Thanks, Yor.] Then ya remain smarter than ya look. No matter who ya worked for before, youāre in our boat too now.
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[Maybe Moriarty is a cult leader, and there's a braincell or two floating in the background, but goodness it's easy for them to be drowned out. Jack is back to looking slightly more amused than anything -- he's used to working in the background, after all.
There's a brief huff of a laugh that says he isn't at all offended by the remarks on his intelligence (or perhaps appearance). It's true, after all, in so many ways.]
We were all under Hamelin's jurisdiction, one way or the other. Now we are under Ferry's, and closer to the mistress of the mirrors. I have been prepared for this since I arrived.
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[ if jack's smile is cold, william's pretty much matches it, and it's accompanied with a brief tilt of his head ]
If you're so convinced that it's a waste of time or breath, then by all means, please do tell us what we're missing.
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[I feel like with that many concerns used there should be a fucking worryfrog here. Anyway, phrasing aside, he just gives him a thoughtful look instead.]
You will have to specify, or we will be here until the mirrors decide to take us.