GY ENDGAME POST
GRAVEYARD - END GAME
It's been a long stay.
Seven weeks have elapsed since the gates to Aira Niluc were opened to guests of various worlds, and for seven weeks a game of trust and betrayal have whittled the living's numbers down until only a mere third remained on that side. And in exchange, the population of the dead grew as they continued their story on this side.
But the story is coming to a close, almost as if the world itself demands it.
Because sometime Friday morning, oddities start to become apparent within the fabric of this space: buildings starting to deteriorate as their colors start to fade, foods beginning to molder and rot, trees and mountains far in the background flickering briefly show sketch-like outlines before reverting back to normal. While most of the main locations remain fairly intact, there is no area on this side that lays untouched by the sense that this place is starting to unravel, bit-by-bit.
Still, the walls that separate you all from the living hold fast even now, not allowing any of the dead to cross through into the other side.
Perhaps that's not the point here, though. After all, you all still have your own ending to write, here and now.
[Welcome to the Graveyard's Endgame post! The previous posts for Weeks 2-5 and Weeks 6-7 have been linked above.]

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[He's definitely biased. But it's an idle musing as he watches the investigation go on. He will peer interestedly at the music sheet, though given the rift isn't especially high-def he probably wouldn't be able to sight-read from it, even if he had an instrument handy... an oversight.
What if he brought a fucking violin to endgame. What if!!!!
Anyway, then his eyes get caught on that one note and he huffs a laugh at the exact same time as McGillis chuckles at it.]
Our Don really is a scatterbrain sometimes...
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[Which. Uh. Isn't the case with Jack, he guesses?]
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[ trial 2 flashbacks! ]
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Nobody here is really scary when you know them
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Youāre⦠very trusting, arenāt you?
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I like most of the people here, but I trust only a few of them
Should I be scared of anyone, though?
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Well, it depends. Things like fear are different for every person, so it isnāt my place to say who you should be afraid ofā¦
[ but about half of them are murderers? ]
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[ read as: reckless ]
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But nobody here compares to the Kotori Obake
The worst they can do is kill you
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I mean⦠isnāt that⦠making light of deathā¦?
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Dying is bad
You should take all possible steps to avoid that
But if I got scared everytime someone directed murderous intent at me I wouldn't be able to set foot in my backyard?
You kind of get used to it
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Ah, well, that makes sense! Youāre really strong, Koutarou.
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Don't worry
You're not unusually spiritually sensitive and they don't hate you specifically
So you won't feel anything
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[ YOR-SAN TAKE ME WITH YOUā ]
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They can't do anything because they can't leave the forest
All they can do is tell me the same things they've been telling me for years
They won't touch you
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[ he breathes out a sigh. oh suga. ]
So donāt go into the forestāis that your rule?
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I promise
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D-Don't tell me ya knew this whole time...?
[He'd gotten a sinking feeling ever since he speculated with Samidare about it, but...damnit.]
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It seemed a true disappointment to him -- though not a surprise.
[Jack just gives Raven a little smile; maybe surprisingly, there's nothing particularly mocking in it or anything. He does still seem straightforwardly amused, though. There's a thoughtful hum.]
I don't think it was a surprise to any of us. The bonds of the past and those you've known far longer than these mere months here would easily outweigh anything else. That is how this game is played.
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An' here I figured if he was behind it, he'd be laughin' his ass off fer stringin' me along fer so long.
[...]
I really did have a heavy heart betrayin' Red like that- it was nothin' personal. But now I gotta wonder... Why did he give me a role that went against his own game?
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I canāt say I entirely understand it myself ā but he is a strange man.
[Thereās something that might almost be fondness there, or might be exasperation. Underneath the lingering amusement itās hard to tell.]
And Iāll have you remember that this is not his own game, Raven, but a game in which he has a role himself like any other. The fact that he is an overseer does not change that fact.
Just as you put your stamp on your own role, perhaps, so did he. You are not so different, in the end.