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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I did genuinely want your help with the crystals, I'll have you know. And as long as the living manage to weaken her enough, it's still better to have all of you here as back up instead of being eaten by her.
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You know, even Hamelin apparently things you're oh so devious. Not that I trust his judgment whatsoever, but how about you prove it to us in some way that you're not going to stab us in the back and maybe we can make a miracle happen?
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[There's a few blinks here before they smile back sweetly.]
Oh, well if that's all it is, then I don't mind at all! But are you sure you won't regret asking?
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[They just grin back at Samidare and flit over to the back door that's been left ajar, slipping easily between the small crack there. There's silence for about a minute, and then--]
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Well, are you satisfied now? Because I do hope you enjoy this sight, considering it'll be the last one you'll see.
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RUN!
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he also has one hand on his sword JUST IN CASE OF ANYTHING ]
slight dissociation tw
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[Says Jack, who really could use that horse about now, but honestly the horse would probably just become. Uh. Spider chow?? Something?? He looks a little frazzled, but hardly surprised; his sword is in his hand at the moment.
Those who get out to the horse will also find a whole-ass scythe lashed to it, in case you need like, a horseback weapon.
Once most people are out of immediate range, he’ll light and toss a salmiakki fish in Ferry’s(???) face, before gunning for the door, pulling down racks of merchandise as he goes to slow her advance.]
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I did want to believe in you, Ferry...
[ Despite everything, he refuses to drag the others down with him. Once no one else is in range, he'll set off the bombs after the salmiakki fish in hopes of at least slowing them down a little. He never learned more about explosives to fight anyway. ]
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Ghh—if you’re gonna kill me, at least tell me what for—-was your plan to kill B and take the souls for yourself?
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Wh-- what?!
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Goodness, the fairies of this realm are so duplicitous.
[ All the Gensokyo fairies do is play pranks and sometimes steal food?? And in Clownpiece's case, starts fires, um. ]
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[ thanks to the rifts, he absolutely saw the censored note, ok ]
I even hid it under a code, and it was in written form so it wasn't like Tenn would have told just anyone.
[ it's not accusatory, if it helps. just curious. ]
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