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graveyard part 2
![]() You wake up in an unfamiliar cabin. At first, it almost seems like you're in an entirely different place and that everything had been just a dream. The interior of the cabin looks nothing like the run-down, old-timey shacks that you had been living in before. Everything in here is sleek and modern, from the enormous flat-screen TV mounted on the wall to the fridge and mini-bars stocked with all your favorite foods. There aren't any individual rooms in here, just a common area large enough to house everyone comfortably, no matter how many more people join you...and there will be plenty more people joining you before the week is over. Because if you look outside the window, it quickly becomes clear that not only are you still in Prayer's Pass, but that you are no longer among the realm of the living. Judging from the tombstones directly outside, you're now in what had been the abandoned broken-down cabin in the graveyard. The cabin's not all that changed; the world outside has gone completely grey and everything you see appears to be faded and blurry. The only things that remain sharp and in color are what's inside the cabin, including your fellow ghosts. Occasionally, people who are still alive may enter, but it's clear that what they're seeing is completely different from what you're seeing. The door's unlocked; however, a mysterious force prevents you from stepping beyond the threshold, no matter how hard you may try. After all, this cabin is a cage for the dead - a gilded one, perhaps, but a cage nonetheless. On the flat-screen TV plays everything that is currently happening in the town. It will shut off once night starts...and something else will appear instead. |
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From checking her head for a bullet hole, to realizing that she was still involved. Of course it couldn't be that easy to get away. Of course not...]
Goddammit!
[It's about all she can get out. She wanted to cry, but she wouldn't let herself. It was her fault, it was only a matter of time anyway. Out of the frying pan...]
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[Kanaya's demeanor was mixed, cool. On the one hand, she'd liked Ukyo well enough and getting to know her better could have been nice. On the other, she had been revealed as not only a hunter but a werewolf.
She didn't look the same as when Ukyo had last seen her. For one thing, there was an air of ghostliness about her, death clinging to her skin still - for another, her left horn, the one with the hook, was missing, leaving only one left.]
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Kanaya's appearance was somewhat frightening. Just what had she been doing-- and how could anything keep hurting her after she was dead? Either way, she had something to say.]
Thanks. [And she bows her head.] I'm sorry.
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You should be. But. You shouldn't have to be. In death we... understand things; look at the game from a different level. I still don't understand why, but things are more like red and blue than black and--
[But then suddenly the intense thirst for knowledge flares to the front of her mind--] Can you tell me whom you converted.
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I didn't want anyone dead. I'm not a killer, I just... [She bit her tongue. She helped. Shaking her head, she held onto her arms.]
I don't know if I can say.
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[This was hard for her to admit but death had made her own tongue loose.] A lot of them just said Kyouko Kirigiri was the top candidate and... I'm not sure I could bear that.
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[She's not sure if this is an affirmative stare.
But the longer she keeps up the stare the more it looks like an affirmative stare.]
Hope you don't mind the threadjack!
[WHAT IS TACT?]
nooooot at all!
Yeah. It was her.
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Why did you ask her that?
[To Ema, and then to Ukyo--]
Which question were you answering?
aaaawoop
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This means she can't have been the convert. And it means there's a lot of communication going on behind the scenes.
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Wait, what? Then how...?
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!--
[FORM WORDS, KANAYA
YOU CAN DO IT]
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I have never felt this much pity for any specific individual in my entire life.
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That way, she could still be seen as prey.
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Dammit.
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I'm getting a beer. [Who cares if it's first thing in the morning?
And, true to her statement, she goes to the kitchen, grabs a beer (and Snackoos, but that's a given), returns with it, and flops down with more vehemence than is strictly necessary.
MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH GLUG]
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[shrugs]
Oh well. It's been fun.
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The prey scavenger hunter thing is a distraction.
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Right...
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lifedeath.He's careful to avoid her 'carnivorous' teeth, he'd like to keep his remaining body parts.]
Smile!
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