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graveyard.
 You remember dying. In fact, you remember the exact feeling and fear of how you died, and yet in the next moment, you're suddenly standing in a cold room. You're not sure how you got here at all, but it's as if you were suddenly put here the moment after you died. As you look around, the first thing you'll notice is that you're standing in front of an open casket. And you're inside. The corpse inside the casket is definitely you, and it's also definitely dead, which certainly makes this confusing. Luckily, here's someone here to explain. When you wake up, there's footsteps walking closer, and then a familiar face appears. Iván is here, or someone that looks very much like her is. All she starts off with is two simple words— "You're dead." Which would seem obvious, but she explains that you have been before you ever arrived to the island. The shipwreck and the island are't real, after all. This is purgatory, and the Hunt is a way to judge the souls of the living. People show their true nature when they're put in a stressful situation, so it was deemed that this was the way that these judgements would be passed. She explains that you'll know your fate when the game ends, but if you really can't wait that long, you could always ask, but hope isn't lost. After all, the "killers" are on your side. If they can win the game, then everyone can come back to life. They know this, and it's why they're fighting so hard to win. It's a shame that the odds don't seem to be in their favor, but that's also part of the Hunt. Exploring your new surroundings, you'll realize that you're likely at the bottom of that giant sinkhole, at least if that light far above you is any indication. You no longer feel the need to eat or sleep anymore (technically, you never did, but the habits of being alive are hard to break), so it's a good thing there's enough to do while the game continues. You can watch the proceedings of the Hunt in one room where there's plenty of comfortable couches to sit in and lounge, as well as a fully stocked bar, if you feel like indulging. Another room offers a game room with cards, billiards, and any other games you'd like to play in a group. If you ask your host nicely, she might provide more, but for now, there's not much to do other than to watch and wait for the Hunt to end. |
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One second passes, and she's staring at herself, her own body, mutilated, desecrated, dead.
Two seconds pass, her hand darts to her own neck, running it along the skin. No scar, no sign of her having been decapitated. Her head's still attached. Her jaw isn't broken, the back of her head decisively not bashed in. Her ribs...probably fine. She doesn't recognize anything else that happened to her body; all she remembers is being gripped by the hair and the cold steel of General's knife against the back of her neck.
Three seconds pass, and she's fully hit by the bouquet, the lollipops, whatever the fuck they were supposed to be, her body parts skewered, her mouth cut into that grin, her own body smiling at her like something out of a fucking nightmare...
Four seconds pass and she can feel the bile running through her throat as she grips Honekoneko-san by the neck, strangling the life out of her poor plush cat. If it wasn't filled with stuff and fluff, if the tiny bones decorating the kitten weren't simply sewn on, they would have shattered in her grasp.
Five seconds pass...and she really needs some fucking chocolate.]
Can a girl get a fucking Snickers or something down here?
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I'm sure if you search hard enough you could find whatever you are looking for.
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You been holding up okay down here, soldier boy?
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Yes, I've had front row seats to the chaos, so I have had that to occupy myself with. Besides being with a certain sociable detective here.
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[Back to that nickname, she supposes; respect for the dead goes out the goddamn window when she's among them.]
I guess that's kind of cute.
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[ For some reason there is an infinitesimal smile. Although... not exactly going to comment on the second portion. ]
By the way, where might you have derived that nickname from?
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Welcome, I suppose. Not a very pleasant surprise, is it?
[ Referring to the wonderful bonus mutilation upon death, of course. She feels u, sister. She feels u. ]
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[Her arms are crossed as she tries her best to look away from it. ...Suddenly, she feels a little bad for Clarine and the innocent ginger brigade; Ema's was bad, but this was atrocious.]
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And I doubt it'll get prettier from here. Whoever did this to us lost their marbles down a sewage drain a long time ago.
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[ So she says, but she can't even bring herself to ask for some of her precious, precious Snackoos. A childish part of her doesn't want to receive anything from that woman. ]
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