Grave yard or Play yard *Mission*

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Graveyard, or Play Yard?
Rank: D
Danger: Low
Posting Minimum: 3
Minimum participants 1
Maximum participants: 1
Description: A local, popular grave digger fell deathly ill, and with his passing there have been few who wish to replace him, mainly due to the legendary horrors that were said to have taken place within the graveyard. While time passes, the spirits do not; at least, this is what the ignorant locals think. Nonetheless, with such a last minute circumstance occurring, and with little willingness to replace him, it falls on the Godaime to provide the service until another is willing to take over the grounds keeper duties.
How to complete: Dig and bury the new arrivals, many coming from the recent tragedies the village surffered. Your relief shift will arrive in the morning to take over.
Reward: 500

The night was dark, moon was a full complete curcle and the sky full of stars. This was the setting outside the graveyard where Cassandra would be working for teh night. She had questioned this decision then decided it would be rather fun to run amoung the dead for a night without dyeing at least.

She walked closer to the graveyard and put her hands on the black metal gate to push it open. As seh pushed it open a small creeking noise came from it. The creeking was music to her ears, a beautiful sound. As she further headed into the graveyard she saw a strange old man with a shovel by a small cottage pacing back and forth.

Cassandra walked over towards the man and spoke. "Hello sir, I am here to relieve you." She said softly so as not to scare the man. To her surprise the man wirled around wit hhis shovel and hit her right in the head knocking her over into an unfilled grave. When she opened her eyes Cassandra was face to face wit ha dead guy starring right back at her, eyes opene and decaying.

The man then walked over to the grave Cassandra had fallen into and looked at her. "Your a demon girl, not human." he said before backing away out of her current level of sight. Quickly Cassandra scrambled out of the grave and looked for the man. He was gone; he had vanished or quickly left before he could be confronted by the women he had assulted.

Looking around the graveyard her eyes were fixated upon a large pile of bodies by the shack. This was going to be interesting.

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Looking at the body pile Cassandra looked around for empty graves. She would start with these before digging new ones. Walking over to the bodies Cassandra picked up the first one. It was the body of a boy of about twelve years old in age. He had died during the attack and this made Cassandra somewhat sad. She liked children allot and hated wehn they got hurt.

Taking the body over to the nearest empty grave she placed it in and jumped out. Taking the shovel that the was by the bodies she burried the child. As she continued doing this for each body she discovered many of the victems were children in between ages eight to fourteen. Seeing this made Cassandra become even more sad at such tragadies. As she had now run out of empty predug graves Cassandra began to dig another one. This time it was for a man of around twenty-three years of age.

As she dug the grave she began to hear strange noises behind her as if someone was comming up behind her. Quickly she turned around to find no one was there. "It's just my mind playing tricks on me." She mumbled as she went back to digging. After burrying the next body inside a grave she moved on. Then Cassanddra looked at the next body in the line. It was a man who was around his mid thirties. Eyes widened as she saw the man was Shin. In reality it wasn't him but her perception had become that of the man she missed teh most.

Looking at the body she quickly burried it into the ground to make her mind stop messing with her. She didn't like it very much at all. It freaked her out.

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After finishing the grave digging and body burrying Cassandra looked around. She then began to walk towards teh shack. A strange voice echoed in her ears as she moved. Turning around Cassandra looked frantically for where the voice was comming from. It was eeree and beyond what she could handle.

Cassandra moved towardes the direction of where the voice had come from and as she walked her foot caught on something. This caused her to trip and fall down. Looking up she saw a strange tombstone with her last name on it. Clearing off the part with the first name on it. The grave read *Shiori Warlock* and had teh list of when seh was born to the year she died.

"Warlock? That means this is my mother's....." She cut herself off as several images of blood, some people getting hacked up into pieces and screaming as well as a three year old version of herself sitting in the blood flashed before her eyes. Cassandra realed backwards and bumped into a someone's legs. Turning her eyes upward to the man she went the other way back towards the grave.

The man bent down and helped her stand up. "You all right miss?" he asked as Cassandra stood up. "I...I'm fine." She stuttered as she looked at him. "I am here to relieve you now miss." He told Cassandra as he lead her to the gate. "Oh, Alright thank you. If you see that old man with the shovel can you please tell him I don't appreaciate being hit in the head with it?" She asked him. The man then gave her a look oh worry. "Your sure you're alright?" he asked her. Cassandra nodded and "Yes why?" She said somewhat hesitently as the man's face turned into a look of worry. "The last perminent tennent of the graveyard died a few months ago of old age." he told her.

Hearing this made Cassandra's face turn pitch while and she then turned around and left. Before leaving she told him. "Things aren't always as they sam here I suppose, watch out for things that lurk in the night." She adised before headed back to the tower.