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𝔒𝔫𝔠𝔢 𝔘𝔭𝔬𝔫 𝔐𝔬𝔡𝔰 ([personal profile] faentasy) wrote2021-07-03 03:23 pm

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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[personal profile] heroicact 2021-07-12 06:19 pm (UTC)(link)
A waste of breath to try and tell any of you something you don't want to believe.

[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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[personal profile] foxetious 2021-07-12 06:59 pm (UTC)(link)
[Gin doesn’t match the brusque tone, but he does keep his tone lowered and a mild look on his face. No need to attract more attention at their corner when something might finally be getting done.]

I’m willin’ ta listen. Unlike a lot of these fools, I like ta have all the details before strikin’. [Thanks, Yor.] Then ya remain smarter than ya look. No matter who ya worked for before, you’re in our boat too now.
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[personal profile] heroicact 2021-07-12 07:15 pm (UTC)(link)
I suppose there is rather more of a strike force here than a planning force.

[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.