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graveyard part five
 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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Everyone did their best. ( Or so he likes to think right now, ) Smile, Prusia, you can see Alemania again now, right?
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I'm not going to be seeing you again, though. I really did fail this time.
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... Or something like that...
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You're going to write me a poem, then? Do you have a guitar stashed somewhere that I don't know about?
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Do you want a poem? I didn't bring my guitar with me...
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( And Prussia can get to go back... )
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[She sighs, prepared until a moment ago to rant some more, but she needs to conserve her energy] And I don't know where I'm going from here. It's unlikely the survivors are going to bring me back. We'll need to find out together, I guess.
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Aren't you angry? This is not fair to you at all!
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We'll get you out of here.
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Thank you.
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Because it will be a while before time passes for me to catch up. It makes it easier if you look around. You know what to look for now.
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( Considering his place on the map is more stable unlike the rest of you crazy Europeans. )
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So, uh, aren't you going to...
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( Blink, blink, )
Going to...?
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( Zipping motion with his hands.
No but was there something else or??? )
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( He is so confused. )
I don't understand.
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And we're not going to mention her standing on tiptoes because she's not short, dammit.]
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oh.
Oh. Prussia might be able to feel him tremble and his lips turning down into a frown for the briefest of moments before regaining his composure. He's smiling again, eagerly returning her kiss, and arms wrapped around her. His hold is tighter than usual. As soon as the sacrifices are made, everyone could be gone in a moment. Letting go has always been the hardest part for him.
Despite his smiles and casual acceptance of everything... he really isn't happy right now. )
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