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Graveyard

the town

post one

Welcome to Deda

So, you're dead. Sucks!

Except you might not feel dead—after what feels like a long brush with dreamless sleep, you wake up in a quaint hole: a coffin in an uncovered grave, blanketed in fog. Entombed with you are any personal items (unless they're trial evidence, sorry), and a strange feeling of... lightness? Whatever corruption was in your blood seems to have cleared away with your death, and your injuries are healed, besides any cool scars and lingering aches.

Once you make your way out, a quiet, verdant graveyard (literal) awaits you. You could take a look around the various locations, but the same fog that greeted you surrounds this place, keeping you from venturing too far outside of the town limits.

Still, you may as well get yourself situated. You're not done yet.

Welcome to the graveyard! Here's a quick primer:

You are dead. However, characters are healed of their critical injuries; they may keep any scars or lingering pains that you like. Additionally, they are no longer corrupted. The monstrous force inside you has subsided; this means characters will no longer have powers, etc.

● Setting ● The graveyard has the overall look and feel of a small New England town from the '90s; characters can travel any of the Graveyard Locations, fenced in by fog and forests. But the fog makes this place otherworldly, and strangely permeable. Maybe you can influence your surroundings?

● Living Watch ● Where there are screens, you can view the living side. This includes televisions at the bar, Heaven's Night, and in the apartment lobby—you may even spot a passing glimpse of them in a mirror or glass of water. Only public gatherings like mingles, trial, etc, can be seen and heard this way.

● Items ● Personal inventory transfers over to the graveyard, including items that may be stolen during trial. The only items that stay on the living side are ones that are voluntarily given away. Thursday victims will receive their items in their rooms on Sunday, after Execution. Those who arrive any other day will have their items in their grave with them.

● Injuries and Death ● Characters can still be injured and die here. While characters do not stay dead, please let the mods know if it does happen, so we can inform you of how it works.

● Audiences ● You can audience Death in person, but none of the other NPCs are currently available. You can ignore the note section and go to the apartment penthouse directly to visit, or meet him wherever.

● Effects and Events ● Weekly effects still hit the graveyard, and you may use items on the living unless otherwise noted. Mini-events will go up at the same time as their living counterparts. CYOAs are still available for our sweet deda.

● OOC Notes ● Alluding to the fact that the graveyard exists OOCly is okay, but please keep details of what it looks like, what happens here, plot, et cetera, to yourselves. Feel free to ask the mods if you're not sure about anything!

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[ sorry trial he needs to learn about touken ranbu physics ]

Extension? [ takes his hat off and scratches under it!!! ] What the fudge is that all about? You just a— a hologram or somethin'?

I'm the spirit of that naginata, so that is my real body. That's how I was created, and that's how I'd normally appear.

But when my current master summoned my spirit, they also gave me this body, so I could wield my own weapon in battle. It should be connected to my naginata, but... [ glances at the screen with a frown. ] Even though I've been killed, it isn't broken. Something strange about the magic in this place, I'd guess.

[ okay well. honkai universe has strange things happening in it, and boothill's been around the galaxy enough to parse strange things like this better than normal human beings. ]

Pro'bly got somethin' to do with the fact that we're somehow still livin' and breathin' on this side.

[ he glances at the other older residents of the graveyard, particularly the injured ones. then he puts his hat back on and addresses iwa again. ]

We got somethin' keepin' us here for some reason, that's for sure, even if it wants us dead too.

Maybe so.

[ it is very concerning how you guys are still getting injured when you're supposed to be dead. ]

That means we still have a chance to get out of here, and back to where we belong.

[ 🥹 IT SURE IS ]

Even if there ain't no chance, just means we gotta make one, right?

[ iwa is lucky karma didn't hear him... he hopped on boothill's case immediately when he said if we get out of here ]

[ he's quiet for a long moment, like he's not sure how to accept that... but eventually he nods. ]

Then we'll do our best with the time we have, one way or another.

I'll drink to that.

[ raises his glass and sips! then he nods to the screen. ]

Daan's got the right idea, at least.

[ follows his lead and takes a drink! ]

Daan-dono is pretty sharp. And we all trust him, so I think he'll figure it out before long... at least for one of us.

Lucas-dono seems to be a bit of trouble already.

That's how these things get ya'. Make you wanna hide yourself no matter what it takes. [ nods to iwa. ] Don't need to tell you that either, though. Just makes it frustratin' to watch.

...Will say, I get worried 'bout when Daan might be laid low. Won't be good for the rest of 'em to not have him 'round no more.

Mm, that's why I allowed Nona-dono to get caught last week. It took the attention off of me.

[ still mad at himself for that. ]

...I've thought about that, too. Him and Alfyn-dono both. The swamp may be able to heal, but those two are too perceptive that it'll put them both in danger.

[ boothill gives a solemn nod and a shoulder pat if iwa lets him. he knows how it is. ]

I don't trust that swamp neither. I heard y'all talkin' earlier... Hope we find some way'a communicatin' 'fore they lose both of 'em. Least they'd know dyin' ain't the end.

Wonderin' if we shouldn't try throwin' something in that hole in the apartment buildin', see where it comes out.

[ shoulder pat accepted. ]

There are side effects for the swamp, they said... But I'm not clear on what they are. Maybe their idea of asking the overseers is worthwhile. [ he nods. ] And trying the hole would be as good a lead as anything else we have.

[ he's also watching this like hmmmmm. ]

[ watches him watching that ]

... Hopin' they circle back to that?

That was where I hit her.

[ so yea maybe but laudna is walking away... he sighs. ]

I know she didn't want to do this... I hate to see her stuck with it like I was.

Edited (i wasn't done CAT) 2024-06-30 00:23 (UTC)

[ looks down. takes another drink. ]

Like I said, frustratin' as fudge.

Edited (censors him) 2024-06-30 00:23 (UTC)

At least they're trying to be a little more thorough this week.

I don't envy y'all havin' to go through all that.

[ boothill and i are too stupid and tired ]

Looks like they're learnin'. Laudna's bustin' her forkin' ass.

She is... They all are. [ he does brighten a little at this too. ] Good work, Rondo-dono.

[ AND MATHIS SMASHING BETRAY TOO HELLO????? [

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I've been throwing rocks down there all week. Nothing comes out, but I was able to reach Famine and the others somehow. Like a voice in their head.

[ imagines rocks rolling around in famine's head ]

You get anythin' useful out of 'em?

Sorta. Just establishing that they can hear me, for the most part. War was surprised about it, but Famine wasn't. I asked Pestilence for a favor but apparently! it wasn't important enough to follow through on!

That what you were talkin' 'bout back there with the others? What kinda delivery was that for anyhow?

[ help me, nat, who only skimmed through flatview. anyway boothill also does not trust this leech boy with sending presents to people ]

Leeches and ash.

[ maybe pesto was right not to listen to him ]

... Might be worth askin' them to deliver somethin' else.

They're part of the message, though. Just- well, never mind. Depending on how this goes- [ gestures at the last 15 minutes of trial ] it might already be too late.