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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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[No one has time to deal with Pandora Hearts lore post-boss fight and in the middle of rift not-quite-napping.
Eye contact isn't necessary when Jack plays everything by ear and sound and all its attendant instruments are some of his strongest suits. He hums at the ceiling, listening to bird sighs. What a strange concept, come to think of it.]
Truly, I was tired of jello a long time ago. [sympathy! for the wrong thing] But everyone seems far more worried about the button eyes or being stuffed. I imagine the real bird afterlife isn't quite this ridiculous?
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I think my afterlife was...unusual? I didn't pass on as I should have, considering the lack of other ghosts around me. Even without my memories, I kept myself anchored to the world, not even sure what I was waiting for.
[ A small hum escapes him after as he thinks of the possibilities of the actual bird afterlife, which he supposes includes actually moving on. Part of him's not sure he wants that right now though. ]
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[No, that's probably actually just the way Nageki is.
But sometimes there's vengeful ghosts, and sometimes there's vengeful bird book ghosts. It's really a good thing he couldn't see the times everything turned into ants... the multiple times.... the zillion times. Why were the living Like That.]
I have met some spirits like that. The wandering, the lack of memory. Normally they would attach themselves to a person. Hmm.
Are you still waiting, Nageki?
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My school's library for the most part. I can move vertically a little, but other than that, I'm confined to a single room at a time.
[ He is blissfully unaware of the increased scale of the infestation, and for everyone's sanity, should be kept that way. No one wants him to start hunting people down for continuously adding to the bug population, nope. ]
Now I realize that I stayed and waited out of worry though. Still waiting, really. I know my brother is incredibly capable, but I still worry about how he held up once I left as well.
[ Especially once he remembered more about what happened through that door, his screams ringing in his ears... He shakes his head a little once his thoughts go in that direction though, as if to shake them in a box for later. Not now, not here. ]