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Proto Badger ([personal profile] protoshepherd) wrote2015-03-03 02:21 am
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GRAVEYARD aka the locked basement LOL

[ You're dead. Either you were ousted and seemed as an ally of the Bad Badger, or the actual allies of the Bad Badger actually got to you.

You remember dying. If you were already dead prior to this whole game... well, you're alive again.

Your death may have been terrible. Poison, being stabbed multiple times, blunt trauma to the head, hanged... whatever. You can still feel the pain.

But... Where are you? You see white walls around you. You're in a hospital...? You're in a room, but there's no one else but you and a man in a blue costume. He doesn't want to reveal his real head, so he hides behind a mask. A badger wearing a blue jester's hat.

And... another person? Has that other person been there all along?

Then you remember being in a mansion. Was that all a dream? You try to figure it out on your own, but you can't seem to come up with an answer. If by any chance you look into the badger's empty black eyes, you might feel like you're being taken to a completely different place. It's as if you can see the mansion again. You can see the people talking, but if you try to call out, nothing happens. They can't hear you.

You avert your gaze from the badger, and those images disappear.

There's so much happening. Pain, and this crazy badger.

You, on the other hand, aren't wearing a blue costume. You have a white dress on, with an opening at the back. That was definitely not what you were wearing... or was it?

You have so many questions. But at least you're not alone. Someone can answer those questions for you. ]

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[ NOTE Your characters will be able to see the events happening in the game while in the graveyard as long as they're looking at the Proto Badger. They cannot participate in any of the polls, or try to converse with anybody that isn't in this room. ]
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[personal profile] cardboard_journalism 2015-03-07 10:08 am (UTC)(link)


Maybe... I'm not exactly happy with such a dumb explanation as 'ghosts', but we've both seen unexplainable things at this point.

Maybe we're not the ones hallucinating. Here's my theory...

The badger was an alive human once. It burned down the house we were in; the people inside died. But the badger for whatever reason lived, and then was declared criminally insane and put in a room like this one in a mental institution, where it got 'injections' every day. Maybe for the burns it got, I dunno.

Eventually it died, and for some reason... its ghost continues to exist, and has now affected us? To make us think we're here? Like whatever affected its mind was contagious and spread to us still-alive people to make us think we're here-- when we're not.

To make us walk out of a room and kill on command, even, then come back like it was normal.
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[personal profile] murimurimuri 2015-03-07 10:36 am (UTC)(link)
[nods]

No matter how you look at it, it can't be real. The mirrors, the deaths...

Urgh. This is giving me a headache.
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[personal profile] cardboard_journalism 2015-03-07 10:41 am (UTC)(link)


That and whatever you and the other guy were sharing. Kahk-kahk.
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[personal profile] murimurimuri 2015-03-07 10:51 am (UTC)(link)
...That reminds me. You might wanna hold your breath next time you use the box.

[Like she wouldn't have noticed the retching.]
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[personal profile] cardboard_journalism 2015-03-07 10:55 am (UTC)(link)


[ugh]

I'll keep it in mind.

[Her poor box...]
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[personal profile] murimurimuri 2015-03-07 11:01 am (UTC)(link)
[flops back and covers his eyes with one arm]

I hate thiiis. I just want to go back to my cell.
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[personal profile] cardboard_journalism 2015-03-07 11:06 am (UTC)(link)


You want to go back to prison?

[somewhat skeptical sounding]

I mean, I get that anything would be better than this, but...
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[personal profile] murimurimuri 2015-03-07 11:11 am (UTC)(link)
That's where people like me belong, right? I just wanna go home!
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[personal profile] cardboard_journalism 2015-03-07 11:15 am (UTC)(link)


Kaaaaahk. [well, she couldn't argue with that]

...Why'd you do it, Mr. Monkey-Trainer?
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[personal profile] murimurimuri 2015-03-07 11:32 am (UTC)(link)
I had to. There was nothing else I could do.

Rest assured, they had it coming.
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[personal profile] turnaboutcoupons 2015-03-07 11:32 am (UTC)(link)
[Who's this lady? Ms. Scuttlebutt? He did an expert job of avoiding her body, so he didn't get a good look at her, but there's no one else it could be.]

...I've been better.
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[personal profile] cardboard_journalism 2015-03-07 11:36 am (UTC)(link)


We all have.

[she noticed that confusion] ...um, yes, I was the girl in the box.
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[personal profile] cardboard_journalism 2015-03-07 11:38 am (UTC)(link)


I see... so you were covering up another crime?
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[personal profile] turnaboutcoupons 2015-03-07 11:39 am (UTC)(link)
[Palaeno vaguely remembers the conversation that he had with Phoenix Wright the other day. The one about how it might be an international incident if Interpol's involved, and how the people here are either connected to Mr. Wright or Mr. Edgeworth. It's very curious.]

Ha ha... I'm afraid the situation required the help of a prosecutor, not a defense attorney. We hadn't found a suspect yet, after all.
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[personal profile] turnaboutcoupons 2015-03-07 11:41 am (UTC)(link)
[He knows what happened to that box by now. She has his sympathies.]

I see. Well, I must say, you look far more charming without it.
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[personal profile] cardboard_journalism 2015-03-07 11:45 am (UTC)(link)


[That sort of talk never made her happy]

Kahk-kahk... Who asked you!? Just, erase my face from your memory!
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[personal profile] turnaboutcoupons 2015-03-07 11:47 am (UTC)(link)
[...She's not another criminal, is she? That sure sounds like criminal talk to him.]

I can't make any promises, but I'll do my best.
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[personal profile] murimurimuri 2015-03-07 11:49 am (UTC)(link)
Just the opposite.
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[personal profile] cardboard_journalism 2015-03-07 11:50 am (UTC)(link)
[buries her face in her hands]

Kahk-kahk-kahk-kahk...
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[personal profile] turnaboutcoupons 2015-03-07 11:53 am (UTC)(link)
[...]

Have you been down here with those two all this time?
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[personal profile] cardboard_journalism 2015-03-07 11:54 am (UTC)(link)
So the... other crime covered up your murder? Now I'm just confused...
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[personal profile] cardboard_journalism 2015-03-07 11:57 am (UTC)(link)


[looks up, peeking between her fingers] [nods]
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[personal profile] murimurimuri 2015-03-07 11:59 am (UTC)(link)
Hm, how shall I put it... you ever see that TV show about the killer who kills other killers?
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[personal profile] turnaboutcoupons 2015-03-07 12:22 pm (UTC)(link)
[Considering what happened with those two just before he 'died'... Well. That's worrying.]

They haven't harmed you, have they?

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