graveyard part 4

[gamehead]

hunter's game the graveyard 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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[speakveryclearly]

[So Charles' Mayfieldmates and remembered friends get to him first. Respecting his privacy and her preoccupation with the gallery, Kanaya is well over an hour, perhaps even two, late to the party. When she does approach him, however - after Sayaka, in all likelihood - it's with a wide grin and bearing, along with two glasses, a ciderlike bottle of something burgundy too bright to be human blood.]

Charles! [She'd almost thought he was going to make it and they would never get a chance to talk properly.] Your poisoning was very unfortunate but I do have good news.

There's blood in the afterlife! You don't even have to ask anybody!

[OR WOULD HE PREFER SWEETS TO THIS... she never got to know him very well she isn't sure... SHE'S CLEARLY TRYING...]

[encored]

[HE LIKES BOTH... though he also likes the thrill of attacking unsuspecting bystanders so he would have been cool even if blood hadn't been openly available but still

he clearly looks thrilled about it, since he's in a decent mood now that he's gotten his ranting out of his system.] My, that is good news! It's been such a long time since I've had a taste, you know? I wouldn't say dying such an idiotic death is worth all of this, but it does soften the blow a little. [BEAMS]

Good to see you again, by the way. I was feeling quite outnumbered among the humans.

[speakveryclearly]

[Hey she understands there's definitely a thread buried in the first graveyard post somewhere where she laments that it's Just Not The Same when not from somebody's neck. #BLOODSUCKER PROBLEMS

So she sits down near him and sets the glasses on a table, pours one out for them both!! ISN'T UNDEATH JUST GRAND. She also beams, a little more literally!]

I completely understand. You'd given me the hope you wouldn't ever be joining us; I wish you didn't have to be so late if you were going to show up after all. The later stages of the game must have been much more difficult to observe on that side... Humans running around like cluckbeasts with their heads cut off about the matter of death is just a little depressing, especially when you aren't granted the luxury of doubting the wolves' motives.

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[no one understands if it's not fresh it just isn't the same... but aw WOW HOW DID HE MANAGE TO GET SUCH A WARM WELCOME. food for hours and now delicious blood, A+. when she's done pouring he picks a glass up with a polite nod and "thank you".]

Ah, well, as I've told someone else, I wasn't planning on staying much longer than today even if I did survive. I wanted to take out Sharon Carter myself but she likely has a gun, so it would have been another double kill. [sighs a sad sigh for lost opportunities...] It certainly was difficult for me though, especially yesterday. All of that work... [FOREVER BITTER] And I've had to leave it all in the hands of softhearted imbeciles, so for all I know it may have been in vain. I can only hope that Mayu will be joining us shortly.

[speakveryclearly]

It was really a shock when she left. Poland and I had come to depend on her as a relatively neutral individual in all this mess... It's interesting to compare the degree of alignment retention here. If anything more prey seem to have lost the loyalty they had when alive, while the wolves remain regretful.

I must admit, there's clearly more to this than whether you can survive on one side or another - these wolves are people who once numerically valued lives. Like Kyouko Kirigiri... and yet [suddenly softening this because WHOOPS THIS IS ABOUT HOW SHE KILLED CHARLES' MOM...] her last action in life was still intended to bring hunters one step closer to victory. It means this must be desirable to them regardless of whether we all have to die, doesn't it?

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I maintain the idea that we were all as good as dead when we set foot in this town so I don't particularly care which side wins. Damned if you do, damned if you don't, you know? Honestly, it's just like a human to take the word of something inhuman at face value.

[his expression sours at that but not too much because he has more beef with other hunters...] Greedy, greedy, greedy. They're always grasping for more than they should ask for, you know? God, I hope that this all explodes in their faces even if they do win. You don't know how badly I'd love to see that. It would teach them all a very good lesson about making up excuses for killing. [if you're a murderer u gotta own that]