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GRAVEYARD
GRAVEYARD
Abruptly, you come to. The sun is hot on your back, but there's the gentle lapping of cool water on your feet and legs as you regain your consciousness. Beneath you is sand - lots and lots of sand, some of it wet, the majority of it dry and burning. You hear the sound a seagull crying from somewhere up above you, and you can smell and almost taste the tang of salt in the air. You've found yourself washed up on what appears to be some kind of tropical island - one of your hands is gripping your clamshell, even if you didn't have it in your hand before you died. It's bright and well-lit, and there's the sound of voices from somewhere a ways away from the beach. Lastly, as you sit up, if you had some kind of supernatural power before coming here, you notice one thing in particular - that power that you were so familiar with before it vanished upon your awakening inside the hotel? It's back. Welcome to paradise. You won't be leaving here any time soon.
2. The graveyard has its very own location page. You can check it out over here to see what kind of shenanigans your characters can get up to while on the island. 3. Additionally, powers are now available. While some may still be nerfed if they are too game breaking, most characters will wake up to find that the majority of their powers have been reactivated. Should you have any questions or concerns about this, don't hesitate to contact us. |
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Like what? What are you missing?
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Why, the ability to leave this place, of course.
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[Yeah. That would be helpful.]
[Also that's kinky, Muzet.]
Something like teleportation, I guess.
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[ and to demonstrate, she drifts back, vanishes, and warps in close-- though she's not so stupid as to tempt fate by lingering around an assassin's back, so then vanishes again as soon as her presence is made clear, returning to a few meters away from her original position. ]
Just not particularly far, or to anywhere important.
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[He relaxes.]
That's quite a lot of powers you have. [NERF MUZET] Guess that comes with being a spirit, huh?
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[ nerf muzet, even though she's already been nerfed ]
My sister is the Lord of Spirits. I'd be a pretty poor elder sister to her if I couldn't do at least a few interesting things.
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[A beat.]
She doesn't fly, though.
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[ this explains not a lot. ]
She could now, if she wants. But I think she just likes it. Being something close to the humans she so loves, that is.
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Could you be human if you wanted to? Or is that not something you can do?
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[ that is including her clothing. please don't question how it worked on the ship, because canonically, she's completely naked- the clothes are simply yet another manifestation of herself and her powers, just like her body. ]
But even then I don't think I'll ever understand humans the way she does. She's different from me, in that regard.
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[NAKED MUZET]
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who is drifting pretty aimlessly at this point and is probably both horizontal and upside down. ]
She lived among them in a way I have not. I wasn't to be known about, after all.
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[Just. Watching her. Wheeee.]
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[ she explains this languidly, very easily, like this is all just normal stuff? ]
She was a decoy. A lure. Bait, to draw his enemies out from hiding.
I was the one who was meant to eliminate them while they were blinded, busy chasing after the wrong Maxwell. I hid for as long as they did, on the other side of the world entirely.
[ so. the former. ]
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[Huh. A sibling who works behind the shadows while another goes out and bonds with others...]
[Well, still different, from the big picture.]
So she was just...meant to be used. While you did all the work.
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Without knowing the truth, she threw it away - and in turn freed herself from the role she was meant to play.
[ the words seem harsh, but she seems... fond, recounting them. ]
Perhaps that is where she and I differ.
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Do you want to be freed of your own role?
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[ she's usually not too far from human, maybe, just a bit of an airhead, just a bit out there, but this is... ]
Maybe some humans could understand it too. That's what my sister thought. That we are not so different - except, even she said that perhaps, the difference between us was that even the most dedicated humans might find that there are things more important to them than duty.
As for me - if I do not have a role, then what have I left?
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More important than duty?
[He thinks about that for a moment.]
Family, perhaps... [Another pause.] And I suppose that's the answer to your question. If there is no role...at least you have the people you love.
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[ she parrots it, like it's something strange. ]
Yes, of course. I was alone for ever so long.
I won't ever go back to it. I refuse it. To that end, I have to be a big sister Milla can be proud of.
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[Hm.]
But is your sister aware of that? Would she care that you've gone so far for her?
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[ there's something in the way she says it that's satisfied, like a cat that's got the cream. there's also something vaguely amused? at his assumptions and how he seems to be piecing things together.
but is she going to clarify or correct any misconceptions? haha. ]
As that happens to be my sister right now, what reason have I to complain? She's the reason I'm no longer alone, after all.
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So she's your Lord. And you are willing to serve her until the end of days. [Hm.] But your role, then. Where you kill humans...does she care about that? I thought you said she liked them.
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