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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 gives him a troubled look, though his smile is still on his face.
he speaks softly. ]
I get it now. What D-ne-chan meant that day.
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[He'll meet that look, green reflecting green, but Jack won't ask anything here -- instinctively, perhaps (it may be instinct on both their parts), he'll step away from such things in the midst of whatever they're trying to do with Ferry.
Maybe in general, too. The last time was an anomaly, in its own way.]
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the look he gives jack is pitying, but perhaps it’s not meant to be directed at him specifically. they’re almost like mirrors, after all so…
…
he turns away, and puts on a winning smile to the crowd. whatever issues they may have don’t matter. not when they have roles to play. ]
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It is a normal and expected thing for others to project their selves and their expectations onto him. In a way, that is also one of the facets of Jack Vessalius.
It’s just that when two mirrors face each other, the sharpness of the refraction never ends.
It’s best that they not look too closely at one another; it’s best that their reflections are directed elsewhere.]