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 going to town on that part of the wall while everything else is happening, slashes not as graceful as usual but then whose are?? He probably still has goddamn caterpillar thread hanging onto him, though it doesn't show up on his outfit. Seriously, is this Pokemon??
Looking back as the palace slowly implodes... Boy.]
Ah. The void may just take care of our problems for us.
[BUT THEN WHAT DO THEY DO ABOUT THE VOID]
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[his words are punctuated with more hits to the barrier, though he keeps his word and keeps half an eye on making sure none of those little fairies chose to dive bomb someone else.
He follows the line of thought Jack is traipsing down—]
…Perhaps the monster would be enough to satisfy the void. That would be somethin’ goin’ well for once.
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[I mean, he died like four or five times already here but that's just the perks of being part of graveyard crew, apparently. Jack laughs a little wildly -- maybe it's the explosives, maybe it's the exertion, maybe it's just the fact that the literal not-Abyss is trying to eat their enemy behind them.
There's something exhilarating about that, maybe. Or he just has some screws loose.]
Ha-ha, I wouldn't count on it, but that really would be ideal. I'd rather get away from it, all the same.
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[ just said casually while they're hacking away at the barrier with their weapons like you know, nbd. honestly maybe jack's laughter is infectious but he also affords himself a laugh at that??? ]
I agree, having a third death by falling into nothingness would be terribly anticlimatic.
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[I guess this is the type of banter we're going for while weedwhacking a terribly annoying fairy barrier keeping us from running away from the void into... quite possibly the rest of the world collapsing into the void. But that's neither here nor there!
Jack's smile and raised eyebrow flashes over for a moment before he focuses back on the task.]
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Counting my deaths here? Four or five. Including the one from Tuesday.
[ you know. the one in the ice maze. ]
I do hope the horses have been unaffected by [ gestures ] all this.
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Ah! Then I believe you have me beat -- I am at a mere four or so, so far, though I am truly surprised that today did not herald more.
[Well, one could go contemplate the jello again or one could deal with whatever is happening behind them (the kids seem to be having fun though, and isn't that the important part??), so.]
It would be a shame to lose the horses after all this...
[He was so looking forward to a ride. Even if he has no actual idea where they're going after this!! Surely it's fine.]
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[Okay no. He would have been a menace. It’s fine, it’s fine, Soul Society needs more chaos to keep them on their toes.]
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[He missed so many memos on Gin but he's willing to be caught up while they're slowly destroying an eldritch abomination and her attendant fairy retinue and so on.
No better time for this??]
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Hm… Not First, Second, or Sixth. Much too strict. Ya might have fit well in Third, which was mine, or Twelth, if ya like experiments.
[11th is squarely Sami’s to claim]
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Twelve! That's quite a few divisions -- you must be part of a fairly important organization... of some kind.
[What do you mean Gin would win Never Have I Ever Been Alive. Jack blinks a little but there's enough momentum here and focus on his sword that he's also fine with just blithely going along.]
I am less the intellectual sort, I'd say. What sets your Division apart, then?