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GRAVEYARD
The other side...?
Have you started feeling at home in Cartesio yet? The town has offered you every hospitality that its citizens could think of. They love every corner of this town and they want you to feel the same. Have you accepted Cartesio into your heart yet?
Then it should be comforting to wake in your hotel room. A ceiling you have gotten used to, the warmth of a blanket surrounding you, your own breathing... and silence. All-encompassing silence.
It perseveres when you leave your room, it perseveres when you leave the hotel... Cartesio is quiet because there is nobody in Cartesio who could be making noise. It's a ghost town.
There is only you now, you think. And then, just as you've given up, a noise comes to your ears. A voice, unmistakably. It's time to follow it.
As of Week 5 you may see random objects and buildings of any size flicker. For milli-seconds they seem to glow on and off, blur around the edges, even distort a little. It only happens for a moment at a time, but it happens fairly often.
Welcome to the Cartesio Graveyard. Your character has woken up in a version of the town that is devoid of citizens, but there do seem to be a few people around. Time to explore the mysteries of the other side. For a more thorough OOC guide, we have compiled an FAQ.
Then it should be comforting to wake in your hotel room. A ceiling you have gotten used to, the warmth of a blanket surrounding you, your own breathing... and silence. All-encompassing silence.
It perseveres when you leave your room, it perseveres when you leave the hotel... Cartesio is quiet because there is nobody in Cartesio who could be making noise. It's a ghost town.
There is only you now, you think. And then, just as you've given up, a noise comes to your ears. A voice, unmistakably. It's time to follow it.
As of Week 5 you may see random objects and buildings of any size flicker. For milli-seconds they seem to glow on and off, blur around the edges, even distort a little. It only happens for a moment at a time, but it happens fairly often.
Welcome to the Cartesio Graveyard. Your character has woken up in a version of the town that is devoid of citizens, but there do seem to be a few people around. Time to explore the mysteries of the other side. For a more thorough OOC guide, we have compiled an FAQ.
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Oh, so he knows Natsume more personally. Interesting.] Yeah. He was playing with a cat. He didn't seem to hear, see, or feel me there at all. Lovepon-san was surprised that I could see her, was all in one piece, said she woke up without injuries, and has a pulse. She also said we don't need to eat, here.
[He frowns slightly.] Sensei would be disappointed if I died now.
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if they're dead, he'll be very... unhappy.
he takes a moment to check his own pulse, something he didn't think to do earlier. ]
Just your sensei?
he's not crying i just only have one sad smiley icon
I'm not sure 'disappointed' is the right word for my classmates. ['Murderous' is a better word. Maybe 'righteously vengeful'.] But sensei definitely wouldn't want to see me again this soon.
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[ he's definitely not going to let some nameless and faceless villain decide for him. isn't it already bad enough to be trapped here? to be reminded that he doesn't have a lot waiting for him at home, besides obligations. but no matter, he doesn't need anyone to miss him. he'll create his own path and make his own connections. his own choices.
he lets none of this show on his face; his smile as empty as always. his tone light with that careless edge to it. ]
Their mistake is letting us keep our will. Until my body is broken and my mind shattered, I'll take great pleasure in hindering whatever plot they're trying to pull. It'll be fun.
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Good.]
It sounds like it, I'm in. [And here he shifts. At Mira's trial, he'd said he was an assassin, but not once has there been even the slightest reason to believe that's true - until now. It's subtle, a hint of something dangerous sliding through the grass. A lurking predator.] So it's war.
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I look forward to working with you, Shiota Nagisa-kun. [ he holds out his hand. a formal introduction at last? a pact, really. ]
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Likewise, Matoba-san.