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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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[Well, it's not, but at least they're together and comfortable for the time being!]
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I-I'm sorry I couldn't stop what happened to you before.
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What you needed to do was to fight on. And you did. So, don't be sorry.
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[That guilt isn't going to go away too easily. He'll sigh before resting his head on her shoulder.]
I let Ciel copy the notes, so they didn't get destroyed after I died.
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[She rests her head on his.]
Good work. I hope she's able to use those notes wisely. The odds against against the prey are insane....
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You mean that's it? We don't have any more confirmed hunters?
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[Things... don't seem good for England.]
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I know Edward was the Alpha or whatever, but England's the one who really took charge and helped get the hunters as far as they did. So. I mean. Someone had to shoulder the burden.
[He can't fault England for trying, whatever the consequences his actions resulted in.]
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...I'm glad he was able to get America on our side for at least a few days, but even after he was found out, he protected him. It almost cost us a lot.
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I mean, he could not have been more obvious about it.