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GRAVEYARD
THE GRAVEYARD
No two deaths are ever quite the same. Some might remember the exact moment their lives were cut short; others might only see a blinding flash of light; the particularly unlucky ones might not recall any details whatsoever.
No matter how it ended up happening, though, all of you here will always have one thing in common: one second you're dead; the next, you wake up to find yourself in a dark room. Before you can even start to try and get your bearings, a shadowy figure appears in the doorway of your room, face lit from the bottom up by a faint, almost ethereal glow. It stands still for a few seconds before murmuring,
"Oooooh... I see dead people."
... The voice is followed by a snicker as a gloved hand flicks the light switch on, revealing the mysterious entity to be Pumpkin, the fox-eared groundskeeper. Lowering the game console that had illuminated her face, she continues, "That one never gets old. Anyway, hey, sup, you're dead, that sucks, the house is probably gonna eat you as soon as this round is over. Wanna see what everyone else is up to on the other side?"
As you take in everything the gardener has told you, you suddenly realize as you look around... though you don't see anything, why does it feel like this place is already crowded?
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Ah, yes. The emoji letters. Is it one letter a week, then?
[ same like the influencing.... ]
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[ Or does he actually write cursed shit like that ]
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[ hm ]
One letter from all of us, then? Or...?
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Ah, then maybe they'll like you a little less when they find that out.
[ why is this a thing.
He's going to keep walking until they eventually wind up in the public restroom to gesture for Phoenix to go in. ]
Might want to peek at yourself first before the rest of the house.
[ Those feathers and whatever else is happening with his birdsona ]
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[ phoenix really underestimates how well he's liked by people tbh ]
Hmm....?
[ stares at his hair. ]
Never thought I'd say this, but... it's both too spiky and not spiky enough.
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[ Tsk tsk Phoenix.
Just going to watch him with keen interest cause are those feathers? ]
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[ he plays with his hair.... ]
Well, that's new.
[ they are feathers but on fire so don't burn your paw paws ]
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Maybe the house decided you should be part fire bird after that trial.
[ There's a hint of amusement in his tone. ]
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That trial..?
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With all the fire coupled with your name, people did wonder if it was a fire bird that did you in.
[ they connected the dots ]
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I worry.
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[ Isn't that what fire birds do? Go more and more on fire before they bite the dust and become an egg. ]
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[ it is not the latter. ]
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Curling a fist under his chin as he inspects Phoenix with a serious expression. ]
I'm not taking care of you if you turn into an egg.
[ Maybe he can trick Asch into doing it. He's hot headed enough that he can probably hatch an egg. ]
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[ So you get angry and overly concerned. ]
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[ Just wait until he finds out Dazai sleeps out in the ballroom by the screen ]
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[ he will tease ]
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[ It's hard to tell from his expression if he's being serious or not. ]
Are you done admiring your feathers?