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reapertoire) wrote2018-01-06 08:26 am
reapertoire) wrote2018-01-06 08:26 am
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| Well, that sucked! That might be your first thought when you open your eyes to find yourself in a lavishly decorated room with a nice, soft bed. Or maybe you’re thinking about something else, it doesn’t really matter, since the only important thing right now is that you’re alive. Sort of. You’re still dead, but you also still exist, so that’s better than nothing. Whenever you decide to leave the room to venture out into the rest of the building, you’ll find that… hm. You sure have found yourself somewhere interesting, and there are plenty of places to explore. Foods from all of the weeks prior can be found in the hotel’s kitchen, as well as an entertainment center in the next room; just because you’re dead-dead doesn’t mean you can’t still have fun while the Reaper’s Game continues. Dare you try your luck with the ice cream machine in this weird place…? Or do you explore the mysterious board game that rests on the lobby’s table? Nothing’s stopping you. You’re absolutely able to leave the hotel, by the way. As soon as you step outside, you’ll find yourself in whatever area is currently open to the remaining Players for the current week. The only thing is, in addition to being invisible to the shadowy denizens of the RG... it seems you can’t interact at all with your fellow active Players in the UG, either. Weird! But that’s okay, you’re not totally alone in this limbo-squared! There are others around who you can interact with, and you might recognize them as the other people who have been Erased during the course of the game. In fact, there’s one rather special resident of this place... it’s none other than Dahlia Hawthorne. You might remember her as Utena Tenjou’s murderer from the first week! Upon seeing you, she smirks, welcoming you to the party. “Did you really think you'd seen the last of me? Welcome to the Under-Underground—the loser’s playground, a failure like the rest of us,” she taunts, swirling the teacup in her hand with an almost gleeful look in her eyes. Then, as if to preempt whatever the new arrivals wish to respond with, she rolls her eyes and adds, “The stupid name wasn’t my choice, by the way. As if I’d choose something that dumb to preside over.”  private conversations ☠ murder proposals ☠ money full nav |
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You say you have been consumed by Darkness, and yet you remain gratingly pure. There is an annoying amount of hope for someone such as yourself. You should do us all a favor and acknowledge it already.
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Without hope, you would be afraid. If you're afraid, the Darkness will grow. You would have nothing left but fear. You would be stronger, but... you would have nothing to fight for.
I know because that's what I lost last time. My Light. And that's all I had left.
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[ he folds his arms, not quite looking at him. ]
Light is something that can be regained. Think of it this way...now that you've been entrapped in the blackest of darkness, the light will simply be brighter — it may hurt your eyes, but it's still present, a natural force of nature that cannot be stopped.
You are disgustingly naive. You still care. Neither of those things would be possible, had you not regained something of your own, through your own will. Don't be a fool.
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After we won. When the other five returned to their worlds, and I stayed behind. I thought I would be lost forever with nothing but Darkness. But they gave my Light back, and... I realized... [He curls his fingers into his chest over his heart.] That's why I want others to have hope. That there's a way for all of us to get a second chance.
Even you. Even someone like Chuuya or Junko.
If they don't deserve to have a second chance, neither do I. Neither does... any of us.