GRAVEYARD
Graveyard
Reflexively, you curl tighter. Just another minute. Just another minute of sleep is all you need, but the sun waits for no one. Wait. The sun? After many days and nights with only moonlight to guide you, your eyes snap open and your pupils contract at the light.
It's been a while, hasn't it?
Bask in this euphoria for however long it lasts, until your memory snaps back against your mind like a rubber band. Weren't you dead? No matter how you met your end, you certainly remember dying in vivid detail. The pain that corresponds to the last moment's of your life chooses then to make itself known, trying to wriggle free from your skin almost literally. That mark on your skin wasn't there before either.
Take a moment to breathe and get your bearings, and really take everything into focus. The warm rays of sun that dance upon your skin are colorful and fragmented like a kaleidoscope, the effect of being filtered through stained glass. Of all the places to wake up, it seems you're inside a church that's no stranger to you, St. Mary's Basilica. While the odds are good you've woken up with company somewhere near by, the glint of gold from the altar will likely catch your attention regardless—embedded deep in the altar stands a golden staff, two sculpted wings draped down its sides.
While some things are the same, and some things are different, there are still more questions than answers. But the inscription engraved into the roof of the ceiling of the Church, now visible in proper lighting seems rather apt: Welcome to Krakow (again).

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You would become a full manifestation. [ Please don't? ]
...even if I were to allow you to take a soul from another individual, my superior would not.
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Yes well. I'm not sure how we're suppose to acquire souls from thin air.
Hmm. [ Pause. ] Pin's been eating plants a lot. Supposedly because they have some souls. Is that doing anything for him?
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Why would that... no, of course not!
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[ She switches to Japanese, which likely does not provide her with as much privacy as she thinks it does. ]
If I knew how to fix your vessel, I would tell you. The fact that you have maintained your sense of self is nothing short of a miracle. That woman...all signs point to the notion that she picked this world to invade for a reason. This means her plans involve the manifestations, in some way. But without a clearer picture of what her ultimate goal is.... I will repeat myself this one time, only. If there is a way, I-we will find it. If not, we will simply have to make one.
Have you discovered anything new regarding Lady Coward's motives? [ Now is a good time to shove your investigation findings at her. ]
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So, he'll reply to her in German. ]
Thanks. It seems a bit hopeless. Truthfully, I feel kind of at a loss. It's been a long few weeks. But even if we don't make it out of here... I'm glad to have met you, ojou-san. You have my gratitude, always.
Well, they had said before she was doing something about an invasion in her own homeworld. That part we told you before. And that she had said something about having an original body and her original soul lies in someone eles's body right now that she's planning to get rid of. She also someone plans on taking some of the others with her. Her favorites, I'm sure. And that she's planning on leaving very soon, likely as soon as everything around us collapses because our luck. Which means whatever she's doing here is complete, or very nearly.
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Blink, blink, it's time for her to stare again but this time there's a rosy flush to go with it. She probably hasn't even realized that he switched to German, but she replies in kind because what else do you do when you've just been emotionally sucker punched. ]
You—stop talking like that! Don't say such embarrassing things so easily, like your fate is decided. Don't say such embarrassing things period!
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And one with such a loud mouth as hers hasn't spoken at all of her actual goals? [ ... ] What is the reason she gave you for making you kill each other in the first place?
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She said it was vital to her plans and she wants to see who was "truly special", and see our "potential".
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And you know as much about her plan as you did when you arrived? [ Surely she's slipped up somewhere? Or they may just be missing several pieces so this all looks ridiculous as it stands. ]
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After my death I didn't believe her as much, but someone managed to convince them to give him the body.
[Not saying who or for what reason.]
They kept the head and one of my arms. Make of that what you will.
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What was the last thing you remember before you died?
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[He seems to have no feelings either way on that despite being one of the 'disposed', so to speak.]
Whether that has something to do with our status as manifestations or survivors or not, no one can say.
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Also there's speculation he's using our powers, the ones of us who have them of course. Supposedly he can teleport -- that would be one of mine if it's the case. But we can't spy on him, so I can't confirm.
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Your powers were not lost to you, at least not completely. It is impossible for me to confirm without being in direct contact with someone who is not in zero state, but I imagine the power granted to you by the manifestations simply "buried" your original powers.
...you need look no father than Noelle. It was the mixing of her natural power, power granted to her by a manifestation, and her broken vessel which results in her demise.
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Oh? Is there a way to shed the manifestations then, so we can access our old powers freely?
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God, I don't know. Let's think about something else for now. So, obviously things are different from here and Night. I suspect it's remmywemmy, but again, can't confirm. Like the clock tower has new gears apparently in the Night, so it runs. What's the purpose of that?
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[He holds up the blazer he had brought with him.]
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That is not mine, it lacks the proper insignia. It is however, one of our uniforms. Give it to me.
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[He has no use for this, so he hands it over once he's done looking through it.] Give Sakurai my regards.
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...she was supposed to be stationed here, but was reassigned. She likely sent some of her stuff ahead. [ She takes the blazer, pausing when she runs a hand on it's sleeve. ]
Ah— [ It seems there's a note sewn into the inner lining of the sleeve. ]