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Jack Jeanne Special Gold Saves

Japanese credit and English translation credit

WARNING: Potential Route Spoilers can be found below, continue reading at your own risk.

COMMON ROUTE

In the scene at the shrine, when Chuza says, "Oh, you must think I'm some flashy con artist, don't you? Take a look at the school's website. Here."

In the scenario that occurs during the first singing lesson, when Tancho's line, "Life must be dazzling! And so too will you dazzle, my little diamonds in the rough!"

Tues April 14th - In the conversation scene after rehearsal, when Neji says, "Well, just leave it to me. I have confidence from polishing the 'dull Quartz' after Tsuki Tachibana left."

Sat May 30th - During the "Newcomer Performance", when Otori's line "…………………… Gah." (Scene where Otori's event illustration is displayed)

During the preparation period for the summer performance, during the 5th Weekend with Ion'', the line "I mean, I'm now a match for Kiito with his incredible physique." (before starting song practice)

In the additional scenario that occurs when you visit Mona Star School 10 times during the preparation period for the summer performance , when Mona 's line “Oh, yes! I was known as Univeil's Brown Rose, you know?''

Sat July 25th - During the "Summer Performance", when Kai's line "Don't play dumb. It's as if… " (Scene where Mutsumi's event illustration is displayed)

During summer break when selecting "Go Out" with Kasai at Onyx Dorms (playing soccer/football) - Kasai says, "Or so you think…!"

Mon Oct 12th - In the scene during rehearsal, when Orimaki 's line "Gotcha! Hup. Hahaha."

Sat Oct 24th - During the “Autumn Performance,'' right after choosing to speak to Fumi from the wings of the stage, his line “Wow, that really ticks me off!!!"

Sat Oct 24th - During the “Autumn Performance'', after choosing the option to speak to Suo, his line "I'll kill you… I'll kill you, I'll kill you, I'll kill you, I'll kill you!!" (Scene where Sou's event illustration is displayed)

Tues Dec 22nd - After rehearsal at the theater (at night), in the conversation scene with Mitsuki, his line “No matter who you are, I accept you."

Thurs Dec 24th - During the "Winter Performance", when Kisa's line "Aaaaahh… agh…!" ( Scene where event illustration with Mitsuki is displayed)

KISA ROUTE

Sat Jan 16th - when Ao says, "I'll be rooting for you. If times get tough, just remember Ao is here. I'll always be with you."

Wed Jan 27th - when Kisa 's line "The central nation of Kielce is my entire life" (Scene where Kisa's event illustration is displayed)

Sun Jan 31st - In Kisa's route , when Chui’s line "Come with me. I’ll take you as far as you want to go" appears. This is a scene after going out.

Sat Feb 27th - Before the play begins, in the scene in the theater/corridor, Kisa says, "So watch me, okay?"

SUZU ROUTE

In Suzu's intimacy scenario 3, when Suzu's line " ... " appears. (Scene where event illustration is displayed)

Mon Jan 4th - In the scene in the Rhodonite practice hall, when Mare's line "Whaaaaaaaa?!” (the second time)

Sat Feb 27th - After the Final Performance on Suzu’s route, when Kamiya 's line “I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry'' appears. (Scene inside the Universal Theater)

MITSUKI ROUTE

In Mitsuki’s Intimacy Scenario 2, when Mitsuki says, " Do you guys mind…?" (Scene in the rehearsal hall at the beginning of the scenario)

Fri Feb 12th - In Mitsuki’s route, when Kaido says , "I was waiting for you to say that! Sugachi, I want you to be Onyx’s victorious dancing princess!"

SOU ROUTE

Mon Feb 1st - In Sou’s route, when Momonashi says, “I want to consume Chui Tanakamigi. I want to take him, swallow him, and turn him into myself.” (Scene at Mt. Odate)

Wed Feb 24th - In Sou’s route, when Sou says, “Your ability to think about yourself gets warped and you can’t see the world for what it is.” (Scene where event illustration is displayed)

KAI ROUTE

Fri Jan 29th - In Kai’s route, when Kai says, “What is it?” while talking to Mitsuki as he’s looking for Kisa.

FUMI ROUTE

Fri Feb 19th - In Fumi’s route, when Fumi says, “Sorry… I wasn’t careful and I got sick.” when visiting Fumi in his room.

NEJI ROUTE

Wed Feb 24th - In Neji’s route, when Neji says, “I was excited to see how far he’ll go. Which is why I wrote scripts for him and even played his AI Jeanne.” when speaking in the Quartz Training Room.

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FULL-LENGTH JACK JEANNE COMIC/DOUJINSHI TRANSLATION!

Please give it a read!!!

Title: “Baka ni Nattemo ii Kashira”/ “Is it Alright to Lose my Mind?”

Arist: Etta/Lollin

Translation: Me!

Link: Here! (NOTE: PLEASE MAKE SURE IMAGES ARE SORTED BY “OLDEST” and click on them to view them in full size.)

Please be aware of spoilers for Neji’s route!

#nejikisa #jack jeanne #translation #jackjeanne

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I wll give her a hug! 😭😭😭 What a shame that we didn’t have a chance to watch all of the story. 🥺 Can I hope for the special contents or sequel of JackJeanne?

Mary Jane Stage Script (EN)

This is the full Stage Script from the game menu for Mary Jane (occasional typos and all, though I tried not to add any that weren't already there, but no promises).

There are some things in this script that are not in the game version that are very much worth reading - in-game, parts of the script are elided in favor of summary. In my opinion, some of the cuts for this play are particularly heinous.

The Stage Scripts don't include any character ad-libs from the in-game performance, though. Of course, you can access it from the game menu, if you've got it, but this version is searchable! The play is over 900 lines long, and is thus behind the cut. Tumblr dislikes that many line breaks, so the formatting may get wonky, especially if you're trying to copy and paste. I have a version saved elsewhere that might work better if you're looking to save it -- feel free to ask.

Mary Jane  By Neji Kokuto

(1) Kakuriyo Island

A stormy sea.

Sounds of a torrential downpour.

Man:   “What a storm!” Sailor:   “Not much farther now until the island, but at this rate, the ship will…”

The ship runs aground of the rocky shore with a great crash.

Woman:   “Eeek!” Man:   “The ship’s leaning

Sounds of the ship's wooden planks splintering and breaking apart.

Sailor:   "Aaaaaagh!"

Sounds of violent winds.

Sounds of violent winds begin to fade.

(2) The Reviled Dollmaker

Fade out.

Narration:   "Behold the sky, the sea, the island." Narration:   "Birds fly, fish swim, and men work steadily once again." Narration:   "Forgetting what is important, losing what is important." Narration:   "That place is Kakuriyo Island, floating alone in the sea. There is no end to the praises it can be given. A paradise, so long as you don't ask for more.” Narration:   "A paradise, so long as you don't ask for more."

◆Harbor Town

Townspeople busily go about the day. A day like any other.

Mumbling can be heard.

The island dwellers look away, as if they see something they do not want to.

The murmurs turn to whispered conversations.

Islander:   "The dollmaker." Islander:   "It's that dollmaker." Islander:   "The dollmaker's here!"

The dollmaker appears, carrying a basket stuffed with dolls.

Mary:   "Dolls, would you like a doll?! A doll for your house! An adorable doll made specially by the dollmaker!" Mary:   "Would you like one? If you buy one, then how about another? Or, three, four, five, six, or even seven! A discount for the whole family!" Mary:   "A bit of food would be payment enough, in fact that would be best! Gold or silver won't help this empty stomach of mine!"

The dollmaker finds a man walking nearby and rushes up to him.

Mary:   "Hello, good gentleman! Let us shake hands in greeting." Mary:   "Oh? What a solemn face you have, like a flying fish who cannot fly. Look at these dolls I have, and you'll be happy in an instant!"

The islander man runs away, trying to escape the dollmaker's outstretched hand.

Mary:   "Good day, my lady. Let us shake hands in greeting. Your skin is as pale as a fish's belly today. One of my dolls would be perfect for you!"

The islander flees from the dollmaker.

Mary:   "Young boys and girls, elderly women and men, let us shake hands in greeting! And with that hand, hold one of my dolls!" Mary:   "I am Mary, Mary Jane! The dollmaker, Mary Jane! The dollmaker whom no one calls by name." Mary:   "Gather 'round, and please buy one of my dolls!"

Charles and Figaro appear.

Charles:   "Figaro, look! There! It's her, the dollmaker! That woman is the dollmaker!" Figaro:   "So that's the rumored Mary Jane. The dollmaker everyone abhors." Charles:   "What a strange manner she has. A headless chicken would have more grace." Charles:   "Figaro, tell me more about the rumors the islanders have shared since our arrival." Figaro:   "Yes, yes, as you wish." Figaro:   "The dolls she crafts are dolls of the devil, white skin with a deathlike pallor, and lips as red as dripping blood." Figaro:   “And that is because it is said... she makes her dolls out of corpses!"

Figaro raises both his arms up as if to scare Charles.

Charles:   "Ah, how frightening! Frightening, indeed!"

Charles puts on a mocking act, acting scared.

Figaro:   "There is another rumor as well." Figaro:   “Every last one of the dollmaker's wares are cursed. The door to the netherworld will swing open and pull you into the realm of the dead!" Charles:   "Ah, how scary! How terrifying! Aah, aah, aha, aha... Ahahahahaha!" Charles:   "I had initially taken it as idle gossip, but seeing such a peculiar woman, I must say the rumors suit her." Charles:   "I must repent for distrusting the islanders! God, save me!" Figaro:   "The islanders look at the dollmaker as though she is a ghost." Charles:   "They give her no answers whenever she approaches them."

As the dollmaker rushes around for a customer, she notices Figaro and Charles.

Mary:   "Oh! I have never seen your faces before." Charles:   "She's coming this way, Figaro." Figaro:   "It's because you keep staring at her, Charles." Mary:   "How very nice to meet you! I am the dollmaker. Let us shake hands!" Charles:   "My apologies. Where we are from, shaking hands is a challenge to duel." Mary:   "Oh, what a happy little custom! It's all right. I have no intention of fighting you to the death!" Mary:   "Look at these dolls! They are wonderful, aren't they? Very popular with the islanders. Before they run out, why don't you have one for yourself?" Charles:   "This woman is lying straight through her teeth!" Mary:   "No need to concern yourself with the details! Just a piece of food will do for pay!" Figaro:   "A doll... Huh. Look at this, Charles." Charles:   "Whoa, won't we get cursed? Let's see here... Oh." Charles:   "This looks iust like a person! It's so well done that I wouldn't be surprised if it were made from corpses." Mary:   "Yes, it is wonderful! Lovely enough to trade for a bit of food, wouldn't you say?!" Charles:   "Hmm... Nope! A bit of food is far more lovely." Mary:   "Hm? How strange, to love food so much." Charles:   "In my eyes, you are the one who is far stranger." Charles:   "All right, we're done talking here! Figaro, let's go."

Charles and Figaro start walking away.

Charles:   "Hmm, she's even more peculiar up close. Maybe it's best that we don't interact with her." Charles:   "All right, let's get back to sightseeing before the next ship arrives." Figaro:   "Right." Islander:   "She is the dollmaker of those cursed dolls." Islander:   "She lives right next to the forest along the island's edge." Islander:   "Those eerie dolls, that eccentric dollmaker." Islander:   "She is like a ghost. The cause of headaches on Kakuriyo Island." (3) I Am the Dollmaker

◆Dollmaker’s House 

Mary:   "Home sweet home!" Mary:   "I'm back with just as many dolls as I left with. What a shame that none of you could find a new mommy or daddy." Mary:   "Such cute, adorable things. It's a wonder you are not the "trend' of the island. My heart breaks for you!" Mary:   "I'm so sad, it's making me hungry. It must be nice that you all have no stomachs to pester you." Mary:   "Now then, here is the food I managed to buy with my meager savings. Let's see..." Mary:   "Ah, again! The food is rotten again!" Mary:   "The food yesterday was rotten, too. And it was rotten the day before that." Mary:   "It wasn't rotten the time before that, but it was time before that." Mary:   "Rotten, rotten, not rotten, rotten, rotten." Mary:   "They sell me rotten food day after day." Mary:   "I cannot keep up with this rotten 'trend' of this island! Off to the bucket you go!" Mary:   "I suppose I have no choice but to chew on some mushrooms. They don't taste great, but they're good for the body. And what is good for the body is good for the mind." Mary:   "And when your mind feels good, one's vigor is renewed. Yes, let us make some more dolls!" Mary:   "What design will it be this time? Hmm... That's it!" Mary:   "I can draw inspiration from the two strangers I met today! They were so wonderful, in such unusual clothing!

◆Dollmaker's House (Night)

Mary:   "All right, I'm done!" Mary:   "What wonderful dolls. I feel as if they'll move on their own at any time." Mary:   "...How wonderful would it be if they did." Mary:   "The islanders are spreading rumors that I use corpses for my dolls because they look so much like real humans." Mary:   "There isn't a single grave on this island, though." Mary:   "The real materials are just fabric, cotton, strings, buttons, and overflowing love." Mary:   "Oh, no! I've forgotten!" Mary:   "There's one last, important material left."

Sound of a hair being plucked.

Mary:   "My own hair. This is the string that connects me to the dolls. Proof that we are all family…” Mary:   "Now they are truly done. Good morning, dolls. I'm your mommy!" Mary:   "What good dolls you are! So gentle and wise. You're the only ones who don't run from me..." Mary:   "Oh, drat! The sun is setting! I'm sorry, there is somewhere I must be." Mary:   "When the sun sets, it's the moon's turn to rise. Now then, I must get ready." Mary:   "This is Kakuriyo Island, floating alone in the sea. There is no end to the praises it can be given. A paradise, so long as you don't ask for more." Mary:   "A paradise, so long as you don't ask for more. But…” Mary:   "The unchanging scenery, the unchanging days, the unchanging people." Mary:   "It's the worst nightmare l've ever had." Mary:   "There is but a single place where I can have pleasant dreams." Mary:   "And that is the chapel of the ghosts!"

(4) Ghost Chapel

◆Ghost Chapel

Ushinoko:   "Another party tonight, a ghost party!" Hachinochi:   "We are ghosts! Undead ghosts!" Sister Ghost:   "We live in a wonderful chapel." Hachipochi:   "We are ghosts! Lively ghosts!" Bukuro:   "Ghosty, roasty, toasty ghosts." Ushinoko:   "Another party tonight, a ghost party!" Sister Ghost:   "Until the moonlight disappears." Ushinoko:   "Until the bright morning sun rises!" Ushinoko:   "...What a splendid night it is. I imagine that in ten seconds, Hachipochi will bare his stomach and do a bit of moonbathing." Hachipochi:   "How did you know what I was thinking, Ushinoko?! As expected of you, woof!" Hachipochi rolls over and bathes in the moonlight.

Sister Ghost rubs his stomach.

Sister Ghost:   "The light from the moon shines vibrantly through our bodies. What a blessing from God!" Bukuro:   "Light tonight, bright and white."

Sounds of rustling in the bushes.

Mary:   "Ah, they look like they're having so much fun!" Mary:   "Every day, the ghosts are bright and cheery and so sociable! It gives me the strength to be alive!" Mary:   "Ah, I want to join... I want to laugh with them...!" Mary:   "But... if I draw near, I'm sure the ghosts would run away, just as the islanders do. I'm sure their smiles will disappear." Mary:   "I want to join the ghosts, I want to laugh with them, but… I am a human being. I cannot be their friend." Mary:   "...Hahh." Mary:   "Watching them from the shadows is enough. Now then, I should go back and make more dolls."

◆Harbor

Sounds of waves.

Mary:   "I have no mommy or daddy. That is why I made dolls to be my family. Then my loneliness disappeared, just a little." Mary:   "I made dolls that looked exactly like the islanders, hoping to give them as presents. However, none of the islanders wanted any dolls." Mary:   "I wonder if they are lonely without any dolls. Or if they are better at bearing their loneliness." Mary:   "I am so lonely! I can spin my loneliness faster than the fabric for a doll..." Mary:   "Ah, I really do want to befriend a ghost..! I want to sing and dance and shake their hands!" Mary:   "But I'm sure that wish won't come true.. Mary:   "Ah!"

A thudding sound.

Mary:   "Did someone pull my leg? Oh, it's just the root of a tree…” Mary:   "Moon! You must shine more carefully or it'll be dangerous for me!" Mary:   "...Hm?" Mary:   "This is not a rock jutting out, nor the root of a tree."

She holds up a human foot.

Mary:   "It is the foot of a person! My, what a sturdy heel." Mary:   "I'm sorry to have kicked you as I was dancing, Mr. Heel!" Mary:   "Let us shake hands in greeting. Oh, how cold you are!! Mary:   "And what a difficult shape to shake hands with!" Mary:   "Mr. Heel, where are your hands? Oh, this is...!" Mary:   "Moon! Don't dawdle now. Shine as brightly as the daylight sun!" Mary:   "I will not be able to locate the other human parts otherwise!"

The shoreline is scattered with corpses and objects drifted from the ocean.

Mary:   "Not just corpses, but bottles of wine. Wet books. Swords and guns. Glass bottles. All scattered about." Mary:   "Ah! Could this be... a present from the moon to me?" Mary:   "I apologize for complaining so much, Moon! I shall accept this with gratitude." Mary:   "But what a large number of corpses this is. They are surely dead. This is the first time I've seen a corpse." Mary:   “...That's right." Mary:   "The islanders are spreading rumors that I use corpses for my dolls." Mary:   "Because my dolls are so lifelike, they seem as though they could move any moment." Mary:   "In that case..." Mary:   "I wonder what would happen if I made a doll out of an actual corpse?" Mary:   "What if my dolls, on the cusp of human likeness, actually moved as a human would?" Mary:   "Perhaps a ghost would be born from it?" Mary:   "Oh what a great idea, Mr. Heel! I'II make you into a doll!" Mary:   “I’ll make a body perfect for you and become your mommy!" Mary:   "First, I’llI need another heel. This one is too narrow. This one is too wide. This one is full of so many holes that it's not even worth my time." Mary:   "This may take a while. But it'll be fine. Hands and legs and stomachs and heads, and even pretty faces, there are so many materials here!"

The dollmaker excitedly gathers up the various parts.

◆ Workstation

Mary:   "I'll use my needle to string things together. To tie these chunks of meat into more meaningful shapes." Mary:   “I’ll connect all the body parts I've gathered in order to make a lovely doll!"

(5) First Friend

◆ Dollmaker's House (Night)

Mary:   "Phew... Hahh.." Mary:   "I wonder how many times the moon had risen. I want to sleep, but my needle just doesn't know when to stop." Mary:   "Lastly, I'll pass my needle through here... And there, very good! Everything's in place now!" Mary:   "And for the finishing touch, a strand of my hair!"

◆Sound of hair being plucked.

Mary:   "And now you and I are family." Mary:   "All done!" Mary:   "Ah, it's done! My doll is finally completed!" Mary:   "Oh, how adorable.." Mary:   "Oh yes, I have to give him a name. Something more humanlike than anyone on this island." Mary:   "John, James, Alex... Too common, perhaps?" Mary:   "Joseph, Michael, Reinhardt, Ja... Ja... Ja…” Mary:   "That's it!" Mary:   "Jacob. I'll name you Jacob!" Mary:   "I am Mary Jane. And you are Jacob Jane!" Mary:   "Jacob, what shall I do when you wake up? First, a handshake!" Mary:   "After that, you'll tell me your name, and after that I'll tell you my name..." Mary:   "I want to be your friend!" Mary:   "A friend who won't run off, who will look me in the eye and talk to me." Mary:   "Oh, how wonderful that would be..." Mary:   "... Ah, but..." Jacob:   “...” Mary:   “He will not move." Mary:   "But of course. He is dead." Mary:   “...” Mary:   “I’ll never have a friend, ever…”

Enchanting music plays.

The cobbled-together corpse becomes a ghost through the island's magic.

*Dance "A Friend Without a Name"

The corpse awakens and joins the dollmaker in a dance.

When the dance ends…

Mary:   "Jacob! He's moving...!" Jacob:   "Good morning, Mary." Mary:   "'Mary'?! Did you just call me ‘Mary'?! The name no one here has ever spoken before?!" Jacob:   "I did, Mary. You are Mary Jane. My mother." Jacob:   "And I am Jacob Jane, your undead creation." Mary:   "Undead!" Mary:   "H-Has my dream come true…?!" Mary:   "I have always wanted to become friends with a ghost!" Jacob:   "I know. That is why we should go." Mary:   "Go?! Go where?" Jacob:   "To the party."

◆Ghost Chapel

Ushinoko:   "Another party tonight, a ghost party!" Hachipochi:   "We are ghosts! Undead ghosts!" Sister Ghost:   "We live in a wonderful chapel." Hachipochi:   "We are ghosts! Lively ghosts!" Bukuro:   "Having fun without the sun." Ushinoko:   "Another party tonight, a ghost party!" Jacob:   “Until the baby's milk has spilled." Ushinoko:   "Until the bright morning sun…” Ushinoko:   "Hmm?! Seeing a newcomer here is quite the treat!" Mary:   “Jacob!” Hachipochi:   "Treat? Treat? I love treats, woof!" Bukuro:   "Sweet treat, neat, petite." Sister Ghost:   "A newcomer? I wonder if they're dangerous! Oh, God!" Jacob:   "Hello. I am Jacob. This is my mother." Jacob:   "We want to become friends with you ghosts." Mary:   "The ghosts I've been watching from afar... are looking at us..!" Hachipochi:   "Friends, you say?!" Bukuro:   Friends unite to play at night." Sister Ghost:   “Having more friends is splendid. It is God's will. However..." Sister Ghost:   "Jacob, you are a ghost just like us, but isn't your mother a human?" Hachipochi:   "A human?! Sniff, sniff...She's right! A-wooooo!" Bukuro:   "Humans are not ghosts." Mary:   "Ah, I guess it's no use... If I am of the living...!" Jacob:   "You can't give up, Mary." Ushinoko:   "Everyone! Silence!" Hachipochi:   "Ushinoko! Tell us our future!" Mary:   "Ushinoko?" Sister Ghost:   "He is the leader of our ghost group." Ushinoko:   ''Mother', our unexpected visitor. May I ask your name?" Mary:   "Mary. I am the dollmaker Mary Jane. All the islanders call me the crazed dollmaker." Ushinoko:   "Hmmm, I see. I shall give a prediction!" Mary:   "Prediction?" Hachipochi:   "Ushinoko here can see the future!" Mary:   "The future?! How amazing!" Ushinoko:   "I can see ten seconds into the future." Mary:   "Ten seconds... into the future?!" Ushinoko:   "Hahaha, ten seconds from now is still the future." Ushinoko:   "Now then, let me make a prediction. Mary... In ten seconds, you will say 'yes'!" Mary:   "Ten seconds from now... I'II say 'yes'?" Hachipochi:   "Woof! That's our Ushinoko!" Bukuro:   "It still hasn't happened." Ushinoko:   "You…” Ushinoko:   "Must adore ghosts, I presume!" Mary:   "Yes!" Hachipochi:   "He was right!! You did it!" Bukuro:   "Surmise, then surprise." Ushinoko:   "And let me make another prediction! In ten seconds… you will become friends with us!" Mary:   "Friends?! Me, friends with ghosts.?! My long-awaited dream will come true?!" Hachipochi:   "She looks super happy!" Sister Ghost:   "You're a human, but you really do want to be friends with us. Ah, what a wonderful blessing from God!" Bukuro:   "Happy, crappy." Hachipochi:   "In that case, from today onward, you're our friend! Oh, you were right again, Ushinoko! Wooof!" Bukuro:   "Mary and Jacob. Meetings and greetings." Sister Ghost:   “I hope we'll get along, Mary!" Jacob:   “Good for you, Mary." Mary:   "Oh, Jacob! The ghosts are calling me by name! Surely, I must be dreaming!" Ushinoko:   "Now then, let us continue our party!" Ushinoko:   "My adorable two newcomers. This is the ghost chapel." Ushinoko:   "We require no formalities here, so enjoy yourself as much as you like!" Sister Ghost:   "If there is anything you don't know, please ask Ushinoko. He can see the future, after all." Ushinoko:   "But only ten seconds from now!" Hachipochi:   "Woof!" Mary:   "Whoa!" Hachipochi:   "Ahaha! I surprised her!" Ushinoko:   "This is Hachipochi. He's a ghost who loves to surprise people. He's probably a dog. Perhaps a dog. I believe so." Hachipochi:   "Don't get a heart attack from jumping in surprise! A-woooo!" Sister Ghost:   "I'm Sister, the keeper of this chapel." Mary:   "Good evening, Sister. Allow me to shake your hand..." Sister Ghost:   "Oh, you can't." Mary:   "Whoa!"

Sound of her falling over.

Jacob:   "Mary!" Mary:   "Ahaha! My body went right through her…!" Ushinoko:   "Sister Ghost is a very ghostly ghost, as untouchable as the smoke from a candle." Sister Ghost:   "Indeed, for I serve a consecrated life for God!" Jacob:   "What is your name, you there in tattered rags?" Bukuro:   "Gunny sack, funny sack, money sack." Jacob:   "Nice to meet you, gunny-funny-money sack." Hachipochi:   "His name is Bukuro! The hidden-headed, half-brained, no-faced gunny sack. Sweet, harmless Bukuro. Our own sleepy scarecrow!" Ushinoko:   "Welcome, Mary! Welcome, Jacob!" Hachipochi:   "Let's play together! Let's dance until morning!" Sister Ghost:   "Don't forget singing!" Ushinoko:   "Another party tonight, a ghost party!" Hachipochi:   "We are ghosts! Undead ghosts!" Sister Ghost:   "We live in a wonderful chapel." Hachipochi:   "We are ghosts! One of us, a human!" Ushinoko:   "We are ghosts! One of us, a human!" Bukuro:   "Human, crewman, women, woman." Jacob:   "Another party tonight, a party with all of you!" Mary:   "Until the moonlight disappears." Mary:   "Until the bright morning sun rises!"

◆Dollmaker's House

Mary:    "Ah, that was so fun! I've never had so much fun in my life!" Jacob:   "Good for you, Mary." Mary:   "It's all thanks to you, Jacob!" Mary:   "Oh, drat! I forgot something so very important!" Jacob:   "What's wrong?" Mary:   "A handshake." Jacob:   "Handshake?" Mary:   "Yes, a handshake. Our very first handshake!" Jacob:   "We cannot shake hands." Mary:   "Huh? Whyever not?" Jacob:   "Because it is a challenge to a duel. You and I are family and friends. Something more suitable would be better." Mary:   "Then I wonder what we should do?" Jacob:   "Hug." Mary:   "Hug?" Jacob:   "Yes. To hold and squeeze the other tightly. Not with one hand, but both arms." Mary:   "All right... Like this?" Mary:   "Wow, your skin is as icy cold as a doll's, but you have a comforting warmth that's different from a human's." Jacob:   "I do not feel heat. But my heart is warm. What a comforting warmth."

(6) Visitor

◆Dollmaker's House

Jacob:   "Mary, breakfast is ready." Mary:   "Good morning, Jacob! This lovely aroma will wake me up in an instant, regardless of how late we stayed up with the ghosts!" Mary:   "The meals you cook are always so delicious. And most of all, they're not rotten!" Jacob:   “I throw away all the rotten things in the bucket outside. That is simple enough for me to do." Mary:   "My mornings have completely turned around since you've arrived, Jacob. Every day is wonderful..!"

A knocking sound.

Mary:   "A knock? Has someone come to visit me?" Mary:   "The islanders would never come here, but neither would the ghosts during daytime." Mary:   "The answer lies behind the door. Yes, I'm coming." Jacob:   "I’ll hide myself, Mary." Mary:   "Oh Jacob, you're so shy! Yes, who is it?" Figaro:   "Good morning. Is that a flying fish meuniere you're having for breakfast?" Charles:   "Sniff, sniff. I can smell roasted mushrooms. too!" Mary:   "Oh? Who might you be?" Магу:   "Your faces look so familiar." Mary:   "Ah, yes. You look exactly like a couple of dolls I made!" Figaro:   "You recognize us, but have forgotten as well. My name is Figaro. This is my twin brother, Charles." Charles:   "Morning!" Figaro:   "The two of us are journeying across the world together." Mary:   "Oh, my! What business would travelers have here? Were you not told by the islanders to steer clear of the dollmaker?" Mary:   "They are geniuses at gossiping about me. They have so many ways of doing so." Charles:   "Yes, we've heard. Enough gossip to make our ears bleed." Figaro:   "They told us our bodies would be made into dolls if we went to the dollmaker's house." Mary:   "Then why have you come? Do you wish to become dolls?" Mary:   "Oh, dear. I've never made dolls out of living humans before. I'm sorry!" Charles:   "Hah! You really ARE strange!" Figaro:   "We do not wish to become dolls." Figaro:   "We have come here to befriend you." Mary:   "To befriend me?" Mary:   "What new meaning does 'befriend' have these days? I'm afraid I do not know." Charles:   "Her hands may be quick, but her brain sure isn't!" Figaro:   "Charles." Charles:   "I'm joking, I'm joking. Do not mind me." Figaro:   "There is no hidden meaning to the word. We wish to be your friends." Mary:   "Friends?" Figaro:   "Yes, friends." Mary:   "You humans?" Charles:   "Yes, we humans!" Figaro:   "Can you blame us for being interested? A single human who is the source of all island gossip." Charles:   "I thought you were crazy when I first met you, but…” Figaro:   "We travelers are captivated by the exciting unknown." Figaro:   "That, and the dolls you make." Figaro:   "...I actually would like one." Mary:   "One of my dolls?" Charles:   "He may not look like it, but this guy loves adorable things! Cute, right?" Figaro:   "The payment was a bit of food, was it not? How about this bright, shiny apple?" Mary:   "Oh, yes." Figaro:   "All your dolls were wonderful, but if there is one in my likeness, I would like that one. Would you please show it to me?" Mary:   "Just a moment... There he is! It's this one here." Charles:   "Wow, he DOES look like you! That's pretty impressive!" Figaro:   "Two peas in a pod. I love it. Thank you." Mary:   “...” Mary:   "This is the first time someone's accepted one of my dolls!" Figaro:   "Really? Even though they're made so well?" Mary:   "On this island, gossip is as good as truth. My dolls are so eerie, no one will come near them." Figaro:   “...” Figaro:   "Dollmaker, what do you think of going to the islanders right now?" Figaro:   "With a basket full of dolls." Mary:   "For what purpose? To chase them around while carrying a heavy basket?" Figaro:   "Just take your friends' advice to start. Now then, let us go."

Figaro stuffs some dolls into a basket.

The dollmaker and Figaro exit the house.

Jacob:   “...” Jacob:   "Mary…”

◆Harbor Town

Charles:   "All right, we've arrived in town." Charles:   "You certainly are an infamous figure. I've never seen people scatter so quickly." Mary:   "Thanks to that, I am quite a fast runner." Charles:   "So, what are we gonna do, Figaro? We've got a basket full of cursed dolls that the islanders absolutely hate." Figaro:   "Charles, a moment?" Charles:   "Hm? What's up?"

The two talk in secret.

Charles:   "Mhm... Ohh, I see." Charles:   "Okay. Leave it to me, Dollmaker." Mary:   "Leave what to you?" Figaro:   "He's going to change the curse into a blessing.” Mary:   “...?" Charles:   "Now then... Ahem." Charles:   "Everyone! Here are the dolls from the dollmaker! Adorable, wonderful dolls!" Islander:   “...Some travelers are advertising the dollmaker's dolls. Has the dollmaker cursed them?" Mary:   "We seem to be drumming up gossip rather than sales." Figaro:   "Another rumor or two is nothing at this point, right?" Charles:   "Yeah. I've heard ten thousand rumors. What's one more?" Figaro:   "I'm sure this will be the very last one." Charles:   "We are travelers who roam the world! The dollmaker's wares are among the most exotic and surprising things we have seen!" Charles:   "Never have we seen dolls so beautiful in the entire world thus far!" Charles:   "Such clear skin, beautiful curly hair, red lips, like princesses from a distant kingdom!" Charles:   "Outside of the island, they would each fetch no fewer than two silver coins!" Charles:   "And this skilled dollmaker will trade them for just a bit of food. There aren't many people with such lack of greed!" Islander:   "T-Two silver coins?! For THOSE dirty dolls?! I don't believe it..." Charles:   "If you don't, then so be it. WE will just buy them all and sell them ourselves." Charles:   "The riches we can make from the profits! Perhaps we will buy another ship!" Islander:   "...Wait! I'll give you all the fish I've caught! Just give me a doll!" Charles:   "All right, congratulations! Dollmaker, give him a doll." Mary:   “Ah, sure...! Okay, then here's a doll that looks just like you...!" Islander:   "You're right, there's one that really looks like me. I can understand why this would be worth two silver coins...!" Islander:   "Thank you, Dollmaker! I'II take good care of it!"

The islander takes the doll and shakes the dollmaker's hand.

Mary:   "Wow, wow..." Charles:   "Come now, who's next?!"

The islanders shout out names of different food as they crowd around. Charles:   "Eggs over here! Poultry from over there! Seaweed and shellfish, too! Huh? No, no, a shirt cannot be eaten!" Mary:   "I can use shirts as clothes for the dolls." Charles:   "We got an okay on the shirts!"

The people who receive a doll shake her hand and leave.

◆Port

Charles:   "We sold them! We sold all of them! We're sold out!" Figaro:   "I think there were even a few who couldn't get one. Let's come sell them again tomorrow. We'll help you." Mary:   "...” Mary:   "Why are you both so kind to me? Everyone else hates me…” Figaro:   "You are human, same as us. That is reason enough, Dollmaker." Charles:   "Well, we've got our own reasons after seeing the world." Figaro:   "That, and we're new friends, after all." Figaro: "Now then, let us shake hands, Mary."

Figaro extends his hand.

Mary:   "...!” Mary:   "Wasn't a handshake supposed to be a challenge to a duel where you are from?" Charles:   "Oh, just forget that!" Figaro:   "This is a handshake of friendship." Mary:   "It's so warm…”

The islander's hands are cold.

Charles:   "Of course it is! We've got the same blood running through our veins. Did you not know, Mary?" Mary:   "Friends..." Mary:   "Friends who are human... just like me…”

◆Dollmaker's House (Night)

Mary:   "...I'm back." Jacob:   "Welcome back, Mary. Let's go to the ghost chapel again tonight." Jacob:   "They said everyone's bringing snacks, so we'll be having a snack party." Mary:   "I'm sorry, Jacob. Snack parties are great, but I should get to sleep. I have to wake up early and make dolls!" Jacob:   "Huh…” Jacob:   "Mary…”

(7) Human? Ghost?

◆ Harbor Town

Islander:   "Ah, it's the dollmaker! The dollmaker's here!" Mary:   "Dolls, dolls, dolls, from the dollmaker!" Islander:   "Dollmaker, I've brought some food! Sell me some dolls!"

The people crowd around the dollmaker. She quickly sells her entire stock.

Mary:   "My dolls are getting new mommies and daddies, one after the other!" Mary:   "The islanders who always called my dolls eerie are now all holding one of them!" Mary:   "Everyone is glad to see me now!"

Everyone leaves once the dolls have been sold.

Mary:   "But..." Figaro:   "Mary's dolls were a big hit again today." Mary:   "Figaro!" Charles:   "Oh? You look a bit sad, Mary." Mary:   "Th-That's not true, Charles!" Figaro:   "...How about you come for a walk with us?"

◆Harbor

Figaro:   "Mary, do you like the island?" Mary:   "Why the sudden question, Figaro?" Figaro:   "You just seemed so lonely, even when surrounded by all the townspeople." Mary:   "...!" Mary:   "...Thanks to you both, the islanders have changed. They pay notice to me now. They approach me. They buy my dolls." Mary:   "But it feels as though they aren't actually paying attention to me. That's why it feels like the islanders are even colder to me now than before." Mary:   "And that's... what makes my heart ache." Figaro:   "...I've become sure of something, Mary." Figaro:   "You must leave the island with us." Mary:   "What?" Figaro:   "A herd will always single out a runt." Figaro:   "You will find no happiness here in the midst of such disdain." Figaro:   "You must get out, Mary. As long as you live on this island, your role will never change." Figaro:   "That's why it's best for you to leave with us." Mary:   "Leave the island... But if I struggled so much on this island, how could I ever do well outside of it?" Charles:   "Hahaha! How many islands do you think there are in this world?" Mary:   "I don't know. How many?" Charles:   "I don't know, either!" Mary:   "Wha...?" Charles:   "That's how big the world is! I'm sure there is an island you can truly call home." Figaro:   "There is joy and happiness that you can hardly imagine. Please think it over. Good day."

The two of them leave. Mary:   "Outside..."

◆ Ghost Chapel

Hachipochi:   "Woof!" Jacob:   "Hello, Hachipochi." Hachipochi:   "Tch, how boring! It's no fun that Jacob never gets surprised!" Jacob:   "Maybe that's because there are snails in my ears." Hachipochi:   "In that case, I'll scare Mary. Where's Mary?!" Jacob:   "Mary goes to the harbor town each day to sell dolls." Sister Ghost:   "How splendid to work so much every day! Dear God, please grant Mary your blessings!" Jacob:   "...” Bukuro:   "Jacob, not happy." Jacob:   "That's not true." Bukuro:   "Want to flee, but nowhere to be?" Jacob:   "Why do you think that?" Hachipochi:   "I hear Bukuro tried running away in the past, but failed. Woof." Sister Ghost:   "The gunny sack and the rope on his arm are symbols of his sins. God have mercy..." Jacob:   "I see... Everyone has their own circumstances, it seems." Jacob:   "Perhaps I want to run away, too. I'm not sure." Jacob:   "I just want to mull over my thoughts awhile." Ushinoko:   "You can do anything here. Mull to your heart's content." Jacob:   "Thanks, Ushinoko." Jacob:   "...” Jacob:   "Mary. Mary is the best dollmaker. The dolls Mary makes overflow with love." Jacob:   "I'm the same. I feel Mary's love in every single stitch on my body." Jacob:   "It's not just love. Mary's pain, sadness, and the loneliness she's carried all this time, all of it is etched in me." Jacob:   "Mary. I wonder if talking to humans soothes your soul. I wonder if it makes you happy." Jacob:   "Now that you have human friends, I wonder if you don't need dolls or ghosts anymore." Jacob:   "I wonder if you won't need me anymore." Jacob:   "Say, Mary. Mary, Mary... Jacob:   "Hah…” Jacob:   "Hm…?" Jacob:   "What's that? There's a large ship on the horizon.”

Fade out.

◆Harbor Town (Night)

Islander:   "The dollmaker's doll, worth two silver coins..." Islander  "It is only a doll. but it looks iust like me." Islander:   "I remember when I look at this doll... What exactly? I remember something." Islander:   "Something I'd forgotten long ago. Something I'd thrown away. Something important." Islander:   "Something important."

The islanders cover their faces, looking at their dolls.

Charles:   "...Figaro, something strange is happening on the island." Figaro:   "I think we'll have to move a bit sooner than planned..."

◆Dollmaker's House (Night)

Mary:   "I'm back, dear dolls. Mommy's home." Mary:   "Jacob, are you at the chapel?" Mary:   "...Hm?" Jacob:   "Zzz…”

Jacob is sleeping on the sofa.

Mary:   "You'll catch a cold sleeping in a place like this... Oh, but ghosts don't catch colds!" Mary:   "Still, I'll put a blanket over you. Here you go." Mary:   "...”

She touches Jacob's cheek.

Mary:   "What a cold cheek. He's different from Figaro and Charles. He's different from a human." Jacob:   "Mrrn... Mary..." Mary:   "...” Mary:   "But when I'm with you, my heart steadily grows warm." Mary:   "I'm curious of the world outside, but I'm sure my place is here!"

(8) Burning

◆Dollmaker's House

Mary  "Hahh... Hm? The sky's as red as a ripened tomato. It's already evening." Jacob:   "Good morning, Mary." Mary:   "Jacob. 'Good evening' is more like it. Why did you not wake me?" Mary:   "I had business in town today." Jacob:   "In town, you say…” Jacob:   "Town... harbor... ship…ghost.." Mary:   "Jacob?" Jacob:   "Please stop going to town, Mary!" Mary:   "Whatever is the matter? Why do you look so sad?" Jacob:   "I have an unbearably bad feeling about this. Please, stay here." Mary:   "A bad feeling? But I must see Figaro and Charles today." Jacob:   "Those humans?" Mary:   "They're my friends now. We made plans to meet today…” Jacob:   "I'm your friend too, Mary!" Mary:   "Aah! What is the matter, Jacob? Yelling as loud as Hachipochi." Jacob:   "Even Hachipochi wanted to see you, too! Let's go to the chapel! Let's go the place where the ghosts are!" Mary:   "I told you, I can't today. Figaro invited me to go with them to the outside world." Jacob:   "The outside... world...?" Jacob:   "I guess you do prefer humans…” Mary:   "Jacob?" Jacob:   "I hate you." Mary:   "Wha…” Jacob:   "I hate you, Mary! I absolutely hate you!" Mary:   "Wh-Where has this come from?!" Jacob:   "Mary, you're... you're... not my friend!" Mary:   "...!” Mary:   "Were you the same as the islanders all along..? You were a friend only on the surface?" Jacob:   "No... I...!" Mary:   "You are! In the end, if I stay on this island, I'll never be loved by anyone!" Jacob:   "Mary...!"

The dollmaker rushes out of the house.

◆Outside the Dollmaker's House

Mary:   "Terrible, how terrible... I thought he was my friend, too..." Mary:   "My fingertips are cold. I feel they might freeze." Mary:   "Hm?" Mary:   "The setting sun is covered in black." Mary:   "What is that black color? Smoke? From where? It seems to be coming from town... Too billowing to be from any kitchen…” Mary:   "...It's a fire." Mary:   "The town is on fire!"

◆Burning Harbor Town

Mary:   "It spread so fast! The islanders, Figaro, Charles…” Islander:   "…..Dollmaker."

An islander appears, carrying a doll.

Mary:   "Ah, good gentleman of the island. I see you are safe! ...Hm?" Mary:   "My doll... Did you hold onto it so that it wouldn't be caught in the fire?" Islander:   "This doll is like me. The doll, it... speaks to me." Mary:   "This is no time for speaking. Hurry and escape or you'll be burned to a crisp." Islander:   "I didn't want to remember. I didn't want to remember, and yet. Urrgh, uurgh…!” Islander:   "This is your fault, Dollmaker!" Mary:   "…Urk! Aagh!"

Sound of a gunshot.

Islander:   "Aaaargh!" Mary:   "H-He was shot...?" Charles:   "Ahahaha! That was close, huh Mary?" Mary:   "Charles!" Mary:   "You shot the islander?! Why…” Islander:   "Agh, ugh…”

Whooshing sound of the islander disappearing.

Mary:   "He disappeared...?" Islander:   "Dooollmaaaaker!" Charles:   "Oh, there's another one!"

Gunshot.

Mary:   "Aah…” Islander:   "...Dollmaker." Islander:   "Dollmaker, dollmaker!" Mary:   "That person, and that one, they're holding dolls…” Islander:   "It's your fault that I remembered..." Islander:   "My life, my death, my rotted corpse..!" Mary:   "Death...? Rotted..?" Charles:   "Ahaha...Mary, you really didn't realize what was happening?" Charles:   "That everyone on this island aside from you are ghosts!" Mary:   "Everyone's a ghost... aside from me…?” Islander:   "Dollmaker, dollmaker, dollmaker." Islander:   "Dollmaker, dollmaker, dollmaker." Mary:   "The islanders are gathering together..." Charles:   "They were finally able to forget they had died, but remembered again thanks to your dolls. Only natural for them to hate you for that." Charles:   "Still, there are quite a few of them. Too many to clear away with a gun." Islander:   "Dollmaker, dollmaker, dollmaker!"

Sound of a blade cutting through flesh.

Figaro cuts down islanders rushing toward them.

Islander:   "Aaaaaagck!" Mary:   "The islander was cut in two..!" Figaro:   "If only you had a sword too, Charles."

Whooshing sound of the islander disappearing.

Mary:   "They disappeared…” Figaro:   "Both Charles's bullets and my sword are blessed. They have properties that are effective against ghosts." Mary:   "I don't understand, Figaro! Why are the islanders attacking me?! Why are you attacking them?!" Mary:   "Please tell me!" Figaro:   "...This island, Kakuriyo island, is a strange one. Every person who dies here becomes a ghost." Mary:   "The people become ghosts…” Figaro:   "Have you ever seen any of the islanders grow old?" Figaro:   "Have you ever seen babies growing into children, children into adults, adults into the elderly, or the elderly passing away?" Mary:   "The islanders never change! The children stay children, and adults stay adults." Mary:   "The newborns seek their mother's milk day after day, and those on the verge of death from illness live to see every sunrise." Магу "But isn't that how humans are?" Mary:   "I am the one who is strange. With my changing moods, with my hobbies. That is why everyone thinks I'm strange and avoids me." Charles:   "Your common sense was just distorted because of the ghosts." Figaro:   "...Let's leave the island, Mary. You've been burdened with a pain you were never responsible for." Charles:   "A ship's just arrived, a ship for us. Our friends are there." Mary:   "Friends...?" Mary:   "You're right. There are so many people here I don't know..." Mary:   "These strangers holding torches..." Mary:   "The flames are the same color as the fire...!" Figaro:   "This is no ordinary flame. It was brought here specifically. Flames kindled by priests, which light the depths of the great cathedral." Charles:   "The ghosts don't stand a chance with this." Mary:   "Just who are you people?" Charles:   "We are the Order of Shadows. We specialize in hunting ghosts." Charles:   "Our objective is essentially…” Figaro:   "To wipe out everyone on this island." Mary:   "...!” Figaro:   "We were actually supposed to take care of this more quickly." Charles:   "The ship we rode here is no more. Figaro and I were the only survivors." Charles:   "But reinforcements have finally arrived." Charles:   "We've got to finish this job and get home. With you." Charles:   "These ghosts pretending to be humans are almost gone. There's no reason to stay on an island all by yourself, right?" Mary:   "...” Figaro:   "Are you worried about the ghosts at the chapel?" Mary:   "How do you know of them?" Figaro:   "We are no ordinary hunters. We investigated everything about this island, down to the doll that lives in your home now." Mary:   "You mean, when you came to my house for the first time…?” Charles:   "It's our job, sorry." Figaro:   "I feel so sorry for you, Mary. To have to reached out to ghosts because you couldn't bear the loneliness." Figaro:   "However, you are not alone anymore. We are here with you." Figaro:   "We are as warm as you are, in the same form. Humans who can grow alongside you." Figaro:   "Let's leave the island, Mary." Mary:   "...” Mary:   "My best friend told me he hated me. The doll I made by sewing parts of corpses together.” Charles:   "That's a ghost for you. They'll make you trust them, then stab you in the back without blinking. I see it all the time." Mary:   "I see. That's what ghosts are... Mary: "..." Mary:   "......” Mary:   ".........” Mary:   "That can't be!" Charles:   "What can't be?" Mary:   "I... I... I still care for Jacob!" Mary:   "Even if Jacob hates me, I still care for him! I like all the ghosts in the chapel!" Mary:   "I didn't become friends with ghosts just because I couldn't get along with humans!" Mary:   "I wanted to be with them because they were so full of life!" Mary:   "None of them have done anything wrong. Please leave them alone and return to your country!" Figaro  “...” Charles:   "What we do, Figaro?" Charles:   "If that's how Mary feels, we've got no choice…” Charles:   "Yeah, you're right." Mary:   "I'm sorry. Thank you…”

Figaro knocks the dollmaker down with the hilt of his sword. Mary:   "Urgk!"

Sound of the dollmaker falling down.

Charles:   "Ahaha! A clean hit!" Mary:   "Why...?" Figaro:   "Why?" Figaro:   "Because I have to take you back to our country and crucify you for making a doll from the corpses of our friends, Dollmaker!" Mary:   "The corpses of your friends..." Charles:   "Wow, you really are stupid. You really don't get it?" Charles:   "The corpses you used to make your disgusting doll were our friends who perished in the storm!" Mary:   "Your friend's... corpses...” Charles:   "Understand now? The depth of your sins?" Mary:   "If you can love unmoving corpses so much…” Mary:   "How can you not feel for living ghosts...?" Charles:   "Yeah... She's off her rocker." Charles hits the dollmaker with the butt of his gun and knocks her out. Figaro:   "Don't put humans and ghosts together, you crazy dollmaker!"

◆Dollmaker's House (Night)

Jacob:   "...” Jacob:   "Ahh, why did I say such a terrible thing...” Jacob:   "As a ghost, I was jealous of Mary's friends for being human like she is." Jacob:   "Because of that, I lied and hurt her." Jacob:   "When she gets back, I must apologize to her…”

Sound of a door opening.

Jacob:   "Mary?" Jacob:   "Mary! I'm so sorry, Mary! I said something so terrible to you. Please, forgive me..." Sister Ghost:   "I don't know what has happened, but repenting for your sins, seeking forgiveness, and expressing your love are the very things God wishes!" Jacob:   "Sister Ghost, why are you here?" Sister Ghost:   "I'm sorry to come unannounced, Jacob. Look out the window." Jacob:   "Out the window...?....!" Jacob:   "The town is on fire...?!" Jacob:   "Mary! Mary's in town! Mary, Mary!" Sister Ghost:   "Calm down, Jacob! I'm sure Mary's fine." Jacob:   "Being sure isn't good enough!" Sister Ghost:   "But it's certainly better than what will be arriving in mere moments." Jacob:   "What will arrive...?" Sister Ghost:   "The Order of Shadows are ghost hunters, and they are on their way to kill us." Jacob:   "The Order of Shadows…” Sister Ghost:   "The dollmaker is human, so even if she's captured, she won't immediately be killed. That will not be the case for us." Sister Ghost:   "They are given enchanted weapons and sent to places where there is neither God nor devil." Sister Ghost:   "Let us escape for now, Jacob, so that we may see Mary as well." Jacob:   "...” Jacob:   "All right..."

(9) Save Jacob

Darkness.

Mary:   "…Urgh. Where are we? It's pitch black." Mary:   "Ah! Where's Jacob?! Where are the ghosts of the chapel?!" Mary:   "Figaro! Charles! Let me out of here!" Mary:   "...I cannot hear a single thing." Mary:   "Will this door reopen when everything is done? When everyone on the island has died?" Mary:   "I don't want that! Jacob, Jacob..!"

Sound of the door unlocking.

Mary:   "...!” Hachipochi:   "Wooof!!!" Mary:   "Aahh!" Hachipochi:   "Ahaha! Did I scare you, Dollmaker?!" Mary:   "Hachipochi?!" Hachipochi:   "Ushinoko said that you'd definitely be scared!" Ushinoko:   "I can see ten seconds into the future, after all." Mary:   "Ushinoko! Why are the two of you here...?" Mary:   "I see, so the Order of Shadows does not exterminate ghosts after all! You're all safe!" Hachipochi:   "I remember, that's why we're here!" Hachipochi:   "Even though we were all hiding in the chapel, the Order of Shadows came and sprayed holy water all around!" Mary:   "Holy water?" Ushinoko:   "It is like acid or poison to us ghosts. We'll melt if we touch it, and suffer when we smell it!" Hachipochi:   "Raw garbage smells way better! Woof!" Ushinoko:   "We were able to barely escape, but everyone else is still in the chapel. Jacob is there, too." Mary:   "Jacob!" Ushinoko:   "They'll grow weak and die if we don't save them quickly…” Mary:   "What do we do?!" Ushinoko:   "First we must get out of here... Though it is rather hellish outside."

◆ Burning Harbor Town

Wailing voices.

Gunshots.

Screams.

Mary:   "Ah, the islanders…”

The islanders disappear, attacked by the Order of Shadows.

Mary:   "We must find something...something to save Jacob and the others…” Ushinoko:   "If only we could find something to wash away the holy water…’ Mary:   "Wash away…” The dollmaker looks at the islanders. Mary:   "Ah, that's right...!!" Ushinoko  "Ah, I see...! I know what you'll say ten seconds from now!" Hachipochi:   "What is it, Ushinoko?! What did the dollmaker think of?!" Mary:   "If we use THAT, then maybe...!"

◆ Ghost Chapel

Charles:   "I've never heard of ghosts holing themselves up in a chapel before." Figaro:   "It must be Sister Ghost's plan. We can burn the town, but not a chapel." Charles:   "If it's a nest for ghosts, we can burn it down without guilt, can't we?" Figaro:   "Don't forget we are granted God's divine protection, Charles." Charles:   "You sure are faithful. Well, the ghosts inside must be weakened by now, anyway."

◆Ghost Chapel (Inside)

Bukuro:   "Choking, croaking..." Sister Ghost:   "Hang in there, Bukuro… Urgh." Jacob:   "The scent of the holy water is filling the chapel." Bukuro:   "Fly now or die now…” Sister Ghost:   "No! If we leave, we all be killed by the Order of Shadows!" Sister Ghost:   "Ushinoko and Hachipochi will come save us, I'm sure! Mary will come as well! Let's believe in them and hang in there!" Sister Ghost:   "Ah, but... I am losing consciousness…” Jacob:   "Me, too... My mind is beginning to fade." Jacob:   "Will I never see Mary again?" Jacob:   "If I can at least apologize to her…” Jacob:   "I want to... hug her again…” Jacob:   "Mary…”

◆Ghost Chapel

Figaro:   "...it's about time." Charles:   "Time for cleanup duty!" Mary:   "Stop!"

The dollmaker appears, holding a bucket.

Charles:   "The dollmaker?! Why is she here...?" Figaro:   "…..She's holding a bucket?" Mary:   "The ghosts saved me! That is why I'm going to save them!" Charles:   "Hah! What can you even do alone?!" Mary:   "Just watch! These are all the things the islanders have given me!" Figaro:   "That's... No! Charles, stop!" Sound of the dollmaker throwing down sludge. Charles:   "What is this stench?! It's sickening!" Mary:   "It's rotten food!" Charles:   "Rotten food...?! You're pouring it everywhere!" Mary:   "Even God would hold his nose and run away from this!" Mary:   "…..The people from this island are all dead, so they must not know what foods are rotten and what aren't…” Mary:   "All that's left is you two!"

Splashing sounds. Figaro:   "Urk." Charles:   "Ugh, I'm gonna vomit!" Mary:   "Jacob, Jacob! You're there, aren't you?! It's me, Mary!"

◆Ghost Chapel (Inside) Jacob:   "..Mary? I can hear Mary's voice…” Bukuro:   "Mary's gotten something rotten." Sister Ghost:   "The smell of the holy water's weakening…” Mary:   "Jacob, Jacob! You have to escape from here! Come outside, hurry!" Jacob:   "...Mary! Mary!" Charles:   "Hah! The entrance to the chapel's barricaded with holy wood!" Figaro:   "Even if the effect from the holy water is gone, the ghosts can't open it..." Jacob:   "Aaaagggggh!"

◆Ghost Chapel 

Sound of a wall breaking.

Ushinoko:   "Jacob! I didn't imagine you'd break through the chapel wall!" Charles:   "Are you serious...?!" Figaro:   "...What strength." Jacob:   "Mary!" Mary:   "Jacob!" Jacob:   "Mary, Mary!" Jacob:   "I'm sorry, Mary, ..." Mary:   "My precious doll. Let us rejoice in seeing each other again!" Jacob:   "Yes…! Mary, you stink!" Mary:   "This is a gift from the islanders." Charles:   "..Damn it! What 'precious doll'..?" Charles:   "Listen, Dollmaker! His face is Quoran's, his eyes, Cumero's! His feet are Ozarki's and his hands are Rinzei's!" Charles:   "His heart is of a Kariudo… all friends of ours!" Charles:   "To sew all of those together and make them into a doll! You disgusting zombie, I'll purify you first!"

Sound of a gun cocking.

Hachipochi:   "Grrrr... Woof, woof, woof, woooof!!! Charles:   "Agh!" Figaro:   "Wh-What a loud sound...!" Charles:   "It's like my eardrums are bursting! This dog of a ghost! I'lI blow your brains out!" Hachipochi:   "Dog?! Did you just call me a dog?!" Hachipochi:   "Yes! Finally, someone said I'm a dog!" Mary:   "Hachipochi!" Hachipochi:   "Oh, that's right. Now's not the time for this!" Mary:   "Everyone, run away!"

*Dance

"Hallelujah Shout the name of God, My Friend~"

Sounds of running footsteps. Figaro:   "Urk... After them, Charles!" Charles:   "Right!"

◆Forest

Mary:   "Hahh, hahh."

Sound of a gunshot. Jacob:   "...They're already right over there!" Sister Ghost:   "They'll catch up to us at this rate! Oh, God!" Bukuro:   "Gunning for us, running toward us." Ushinoko:   "My prediction for ten seconds from now! They'll shout in voices as loud as Hachipochi's!" Mary:   "Ushinoko?!" Ushinoko:   "In ten seconds, the two of them will fall into a hole I dug!" Charles:   "A hole?!" Figaro:   "...Charles, wait a second!" Charles:   "Damn it! Where is that hole…” Ushinoko:   "Now then, go!" Hachipochi:   "Ushinoko, when did you have time to dig a hole?!" Sister Ghost:   "Would it not have been better to simply say nothing and let them fall in...?!" Ushinoko:   "Heh heh, listen very, very closely!" Ushinoko:   "It takes less time to tell a lie!" Jacob:   "So there isn't a hole!" Mary:   "I guess ten seconds into the future isn't all you can see!"

Everyone runs off together.

(10) Head to the Ocean

◆Burning Harbor Town

Dolls strewn about.

Mary:   "...”

The dollmaker gazes at the dolls left behind.

Mary:   "So they were all ghosts.” Ushinoko:   "They all thought of themselves as human, unlike the rest of us." Ushinoko:   "It was what they wanted to believe." Mary:   "I see. Indeed..." Hachipochi:   "Ushinoko, what are we gonna do now?" Bukuro:   "We're not covered, we'll be discovered." Ushinoko:   "You've just given me an idea. Come, this way!"

◆Port

Mary:   "The port?"

Sound of a gunshot.

Hachipochi:   "Ah! I felt a bullet graze my fur!" Charles:   "This game of tag is over!" Mary:   "Charles." Figaro:   "We'd like to return to our country quickly." Mary:   "Figaro…” Bukuro:   "Sought us so fast, caught us at last." Figaro:   "...Charles. Aim for the dollmaker." Mary:   "...!” Jacob:   "Why?! Mary isn't a ghost, she's human!" Figaro:   "She's a sinner who has done the work of the devil and desecrated the dead." Figaro:   "There's no point in bringing her back to our country just to punish her there." Charles:   "You heard him. I happen to agree." Mary:   "Figaro, Charles…” Mary:   "Even now, I see you both as my friends..." Charles:   "That's nice." Figaro:   "But farewell all the same." Bukuro:   "…Look out!" Charles:   "Agh, what are you doing?! Let go!" Mary:   "Bukuro?!" Bukuro:   "Run away, run away!" Mary:   "Bukuro, what are you…” Bukuro:   "Run awaaaaaay!" Mary:   "Bukuro…!” Charles:   "St-Stoppp!"

Sound of them hitting the ocean water.

Charles dies.

Figaro:   "Charrrrrles!" Mary:   "Bukuro pulled Charles down into the ocean…” Ushinoko:   "Urk... Everyone, hurry onto the ship…” Figaro:   "Charles... Charles..." Figaro:   "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagh!" Jacob:   "...Mary, look out!" Mary:   "…..Urk!"

Jacob saves the dollmaker.

Figaro  "How could you... Charles... I won't forgive you... I’ll never forgive you…” Figaro:   "I'II kill you... I'll kill all of yoouuu!!!" Ushinoko:   "Sister Ghost, get back!!" Sister Ghost:   "Eeek!" Hachipochi:   "Look out!" Hachipochi grabs Sister Ghost and dodges the attack. Hachipochi:   "Ah, did my ear get cut?!" Figaro:   "I'II kill you... I'll kill you.. I'll kill you...!" Ushinoko:   "We can't get closer to the ship with him waving his sword around like that...!" Mary:   "Figaro…” Figaro:   "Don't speak my name with that filthy voice of yours!" Figaro:   "Everything would have ended without any problems if it weren't for you...!" Figaro:   "Yeah, that's it...Dollmaker... It's you. It's your fault... It's your fault Charles died!!!" Jacob:   "Mary!" Mary:   "Stay away, Jacob!" Figaro:   "Dieeeee!!" Mary:   "...”

A large number of dolls jump out and grab onto Figaro. Figaro:   "...Urk!! Wh-What?!" Mary:   "Dolls...?" Jacob:   "Mary, these are…” Doll:   "Mommy." Doll:   "Mommy, mommy." Jacob:   "The dolls Mary made…” Doll:   "Mommy, mommy.” Doll:   "Mommy, mommy."

Ushinoko:   "More and more are gathering together...!"

Figaro:   "Not just the pile of corpses cobbled together, but even these simple dolls have souls...?!" Doll:   "Mommy was so alone." Doll:   "Mommy was so lonely." Doll:   "But Mommy isn't alone." Doll:   "We were always there with her." Doll:   "Protect Mommy, let Mommy run away." Doll:   "Protect Mommy, let Mommy run away!" Mary:   "Ah, ah..." Figaro:   "Ugh, get off! All of you, get off…!" Ushinoko:   "Now's our chance! Let's go!" Ushinoko:   "We need to escape the island!" Mary:   "But...!" Doll:   "Protect Mommy, let Mommy run away." Doll:   "Let Mommy run away. Please Mommy, run away." Mary:   "My dears…” Jacob:   "Mary!"

Jacob grabs hold of the dollmaker. Jacob:   "Let's escape!" Mary:   "Urgh, uurrrrghh..." Mary:   "I'm sorry, I'm sorry... Thank you all!" Figaro:   "Urgh! Get off... Get off!!" Doll:   "Protect Mommy, let Mommy run away." Doll:   "Protect Mommy, let Mommy run away." Figaro:   "Aaaaaaaaaaagh!"

The dolls overtake Figaro completely.

(11) On the Boat

◆Ship

Hachipochi:   "Ushinoko, this ship makes my head spin! Woof!" Sister Ghost:   "Holy Bibles, holy water, holy weapons...! There are so many things stored here that ghosts hate!" Ushinoko:   "Not to worry! We have a powerful ally with us. Mary the human, throw them all away please!" Mary:   "This is the first time I've been so happy to be a human!" Mary:   "...” Mary:   "Figaro and Charles mentioned before that the world was so big." Mary:   "There is surely an island where I can be happy. To experience joys I cannot fathom." Mary:   "I'm sure they only said that to win my favor..." Mary:   "But I want to believe in those words. They were the first human friends I had ever made." Jacob:   "Right. I'm sure that joy and happiness await. Beyond all our dreams." Mary:   "...Yes, that's true. I'm sure that's true!" Mary:   "All right, I'II throw everything we don't need into the ocean!" Mary:   "First, these heavy books! Next, these glittering candlesticks!"

Sounds of splashes as they hit the ocean. Bukuro:   "...Items pricey! Water spicy!" Mary:   "...?!" Jacob:   "That voice... Ah, look!" Hachipochi:   "There's something that looks like trash floating in the ocean!" Ushinoko:   "Oh, wait! In ten seconds we'll all be a whirl of joy after noticing what that trash is!" Mary:   "Bukuro... It's Bukuro!!" Hachipochi:   "He's okay! That's amazing, woooof!" Sister Ghost:   "Oh, what a miracle! Thank you, God!" Mary:   "We can't wait ten seconds! Let's pull him up!" Jacob:   "Right!"

◆ Harbor

Charles appears, soaked to the bone. Charles:   "Agh... To think our ship would become a ghost ship!" Figaro:   "Looks like we'll have to wait here on the island for another rescue crew." Charles:   "Still, looks like we survived by a hair." Figaro:   "I didn't know what would happen for a moment there." Figaro:   "...By the way, Charles. You look pretty terrible." Figaro:   "That pale face of yours, is like a flying fish that can't fly." Charles:   "You're one to talk, Figaro. Your skin is as pale as a fish's belly!"

◆Ship

Sounds of waves.

Ushinoko:   "Another party today, a ghost party!" Hachipochi:   "We are ghosts! Undead ghosts!" Sister Ghost:   "We lived in a wonderful chapel." Hachipochi:   "We are ghosts! One of us, a human!" Bukuro:   "Friends together, fun forever." Jacob:   "Whether you're a ghost or human doesn't matter!" Mary:   "Another party today, a party for all of us!" Jacob:   "To where the sea wind whispers us to go." Mary:   "Until we reach the end of the world!"

*Song

"!!!Ghost Party!!!"

The End

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The Priest

Ishida posted another winter play backstory for Kai's birthday (Sept. 23rd). It was a bit late but worth it because it's quite long and gives us a lot of new insight. I've included the new art and the BGM link from the original post. It's worth noting that this is the only post so far where Ishida and Towada seem to have a split in how they interpret the character (more on that at the end). I did my best as a fan to translate the posts from both of them. End of Jack Jeanne winter play spoilers.

Upon getting into bed and becoming drowsy, Sounds are heard approaching. The sounds of soldiers' boots.

The sounds of trampling and splitting lifeless bones, Destroying the mellow Neshiromi fragrance. Boats being consumed by the sea release piercing shrieks. Angels spilling tears of blood call out the names of their mothers. Wings of pure white grew out of the man's back.

The man carried guns and swords in his hands. On his chest was an iron badge.

He pulled the trigger like a broken doll And was rapidly swallowed up into a boundless sky. Wanting to see that far-away view, the man continued to pull the trigger.

As the man ascended up to the sky, he could see all the way to the other side of the mountains.

Suddenly, the feathers were plucked from his shoulders, Turning upside down, the man hurtled downward at intense speed as he screamed at the top of his lungs. After being violently pounded into the land of lead, The shock of being broken into pieces severed the thread of drowsiness. This repeated until morning. Every day, this repeated.

The man had always longed for a dreamless sleep, But it was never granted to him.

He opened the Bible. He gazed at it in the dim light as the morning sun was just showing its face.

The man could not read the words. Possibly due to the ball of lead lodged in his head. Before that, he read it through multiple times, but never understood the meaning. However, there was assuredly something good written there.

All he could do was gaze upon the letters as if they were orderly arranged worm carcasses, Yet the man's heart was able to calm just a little. And in this way, it began to tame him.

When the sun rose, like a corpse strung together with thread, He plodded towards the confessional.

The man liked to hear the repentances of others.

Hearing another's sins made his heart dance. If others regretted their sins, he thought that even humans were not things to be thrown away.

If others were rebuked of sin, even the anger could be felt inside.

He felt he did not have faith and that he was a sinner, But as he took on this priest-like role, the line to the confessional never ended. This city had been utterly choked by sin.

Lending his ear to people just like a wall, He listened intently and added the appropriate words.

Afterwards, everyone would head home satisfied. If they were led to believe that this wall had a heart, They didn't seem to mind that they were undoubtedly talking to a wall.

The confessional booth was a garbage can. Sins were garbage. Every person here came to throw away their waste. It would pile up for a few days until they came to throw it out again so they could face tomorrow anew. To the man, this trash was of great importance.

For him, the sins of others were an anesthetic for the spirit. Confessions were like Mama's burnt cookies. He crunched upon them greedily. He continued like this until he was finally full, Expectant that maybe then he could sleep peacefully. The man had become a wall and continued listening to confessions day after day. But the man was never able to sleep.

"In the end, the body is the coffin of the soul. No matter how far I go I will never be able to escape myself. My soul is held captive by my body And they can never separate. Until death.

I am afraid. My body is afraid of my heart. It is truly fearsome.

I can't escape from my own life. What on earth is this?!

My soot-stained soul makes my flesh ache. My body has regrettably been dragged along by my heart.

To eternally endure life as this sort of human, All I can do is abandon myself.

Catching small amounts of sleep, but only ever that. Even so, it allowed me to glimpse the world outside of this prison.

Certainly, in the beginning, the one torturing my heart Was me. This thing known as the heart seems to bear a truly horrific seed Which is why punishments are enforced.

It was what no longer allowed me to sleep, What granted this horrendous pain in my head. And even yet, the feelings in my heart will never be cleared in all of eternity. Please, enough already! Can you not forgive me?"

Neji's note) The priest is Havenna itself. He is a symbol of Havenna. His fall into depravity at the end shows him becoming more like Havenna itself.

(Ishida's note) What's written above is Ishida's interpretation. By the way, when I asked about Towada's interpretation of the priest She said a number of things but overall She thought back fondly on the cabbage patch kids it seemed. Well, that's what I think. What do you all think?

[After this, Towada tweeted this cryptic post about the cabbage patch kids. It's unclear who is speaking in it since most of it is phrased like how you'd write a warning on a sign. Ishida retweeted this just saying "O Rama Havenna"]

/Do not apply religious faith to the physical human form /Do not attempt to understand faith /At the moment of understanding, it will be bitten off by cruelty and degraded until it is only something to chew on /After that, it can never return to its original form /Do not touch that desire named 'understanding' /That person has no front and no back /Can you simply just love and kiss the cabbage patch kids? /O Rama Havenna

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a slightly jealous fumisan

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fumikisa in the morning

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fumikisa and mistletoes 🥺💘🎄

i participated in the jj advent calendar project on twitter!

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only yours...

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Fugio

Beginning May 2023 for Sou's birthday, Ishida started posting backstories for the Jack Jeanne winter play roles on character birthdays. The stories include a drawing and a music link to read along with (original post). I'm just beginning as an amateur, but I did my best to translate Fugio's story into English. There will be character spoilers but no plot spoilers. Also since this was originally written for Twitter in a poetic sort of structure, I've tried to keep the format as much as possible.

In the back alley of a Havenna mugwort den, Fugio was born. His mother, a mugwort seller, not once held her own child. Then, before he was old enough to understand, she disappeared.

2. The mugwort sellers of the den found time and took turns trying to look after of him. While volatile feelings were uttered at times, Fugio, trying his best to not upset the women, always wore a smile.

3. Upon turning eleven, the trouble-causing Fugio was forced to leave by the den owner. Ever since Fugio was born, the den owner, rumoured to be the father, thought of him with disdain perhaps.

A pitying priest took the boy as a ward, but the scriptures never filled his heart, Bringing forth a shapeless bitterness

4. He received an invitation from an unsavoury man and left the church to begin working at Agua Club. With his smile unchanged from boyhood, he took captive the hearts of women. He thought the role suited him. In the Havenna night, there was nothing he did not know about. However, no matter how much wealth and recognition he gained, Fugio felt empty.

5. After obtaining all these things, he began using the money he earned to visit the mugwort dens. Perhaps, somewhere, he was seeking warmth from the traces of his mother. The smell of mugwort was nostalgic as always. However, those things not provided to him in infancy were never fulfilled in any way.

6. Fugio particularly liked to adorn his chest with a poisonous flower. The fatality-inducing flower often grew in the alleys of the mugwort den where he was born.

7. "It would have been better to allow myself to believe in convenient things. There's no damn way I will ever understand anything after all"

(Extract "Fugio" from the works of Kokuto Neji)

[Note: Ishida says that these are his personal ideas so they aren't considered proper canon without Towada as they both created the game closely together. Towada retweeted the thread.]

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Miguel

In June 2023, Ishida posted a short story about Miguel from the Jack Jeanne winter play for Fumi's birthday. The original post includes a drawing and a music link to listen to as you read. I'm still just an amateur, but I did my best to translate it to English. I also tried to maintain the poetic Twitter short story structure as much as possible. (Note that this has both plot and character spoilers about the winter play)

Miguel, as a child on the prosperous Neshiromi Farm, Lived happily outside of Havenna.

Sowing seeds in hot summers and passing time through cold winters, Bore plentiful good fruit.

2. Neshiromi fruit, with its long-protected cultivation traditions, Boasted a mellow fragrance and refreshing sweetness. When trading with merchants from the northern cities, it would sell out in less than a few days.

3. Miguel loved his work. In the village, life was too busy to even notice boredom But, in this quiet life, nothing felt missing.

One day he would inherit the family business, And be joined in marriage to the house of a daughter of a respectable family friend. It would then be his turn to pass the ancestors' traditions on to his descendants.

There was no conceivable path other than this.

4. The battle in the north continued into its 47th winter. Shadows of the flames of war extended towards Miguel's village.

Soldiers armed with bayonets arrived. The crop fields were devastated to shreds. His father, mother, and even his grandmother with a long-time leg injury, were all killed. The house was set aflame.

In the village, the ones being utterly crushed underfoot in the inferno and the screaming, Miguel turned his back on them, and fled alone.

5. He was headed for Havenna.

In that city whose name he once heard, The pleasure and the numbness, was said to make one forget everything. For Miguel, this was necessary.

He could only keep walking.

There was absolutely nothing but ruined land and yet, Like a fool, he continued

6. Upon reaching Havenna, Miguel started work in a room of the night.

As he had nothing, his only option was to sell himself.

Every night, he filled the loneliness of random strangers. As the days added up, he sensed a growing thirst inside.

In the overwhelm of his own misery, whenever he was alone, He remembered life in his hometown and cried often.

7. He wanted support from someone but, Fleeing the village alone made him ashamed of himself. Even to close friends, he was unable to open his heart.

By going to these lengths simply to gather money, He felt as if he was becoming defiled.

Gradually, this grew into a sense of punishment for his sins. He thought instead that he deserved to become defiled.

8. At this same time, a woman in a similar line of work Became friends with him. She was a liar. It was carefree and easy.

When they had free time, they would purchase it from each other. It supported him living in Havenna, however; He thought they would never be truly close.

He liked her, but all possible paths seemed to lead to ruin, So he was afraid.

9. At one point, he fell in love with his friend's friend. Despite being in Havenna, she was inexperienced and pretty.

10. Rukiora. "Farewell to the night" He thought the name quite strange, but it seemed to be her real name.

His heart was stolen by her clear singing voice. He could never say it, but he wanted her all to himself he tho-….

11. Rukiora always dreamt of a future outside of Havenna.

Outside of Havenna was beautiful, it was fun. Everything would happily exist out there for certain.

He wanted to tell her for her sake. Someday she would know the truth and he wanted to keep her from being hurt.

12. "You're wrong, Rukiora. The outside is wasteland as far as the eye can see. The rice paddies, the fields, they aren't there. I know this. It's where I came from."

13. (Neji's note/ Miguel leaves Havenna. On his departure, he tells Rukiora one final lie. He returns to his homeland and begins sowing seeds.)

[Note: Ishida says that these are his personal ideas so they aren't considered proper canon without Towada as they both created the game closely together. Towada retweeted the thread.

I also wanted to acknowledge a Japanese friend (who asked to stay anonymous) for their help.]

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Mitsuki Shirota's Short Story

On the official Japanese Jack Jeanne website, there's a page of full of concept art and short stories for each major character (as well as stories for every character + Kisa). They were written by Shin Towada (primary writer of the game and Ishida's sister) and the art is by Ronin (also did concept art for Nier, Pokemon, Fire Emblem).

I thought it would be cute to post translations on each character's birthday. Since they were written as promo material, spoilers are quite minimal (mostly around the first performance). I tried to keep the original notebook aesthetic and dialogue colour-coding to post on Twitter, but I'm posting a regular text version here for better accessibility.

As if he were observing the ever-fluctuating world through a pane of glass, he always kept his distance. "It's already been a year since we were on stage at the Newcomer's Performance, huh?" He heard those words while in class at the beginning of lunch period. It wasn't that big a deal. The topic should have ended with that one disruptive statement, but it captured the attention of the Univeil Drama School second-year students. Voices of shared nostalgia all piled on top of each other.

"A lot has changed since then, huh? For us and for the ones in other classes too." "I didn't think Sugachi would become the Al Jeanne of Onyx. He's so reserved." "And in Rhodonite, Minorikawa is likely their Jack Ace yeah? It's probably tough being a Jack Ace over there." People always brought up the same names to represent the second-year class.

"Shirota became a tresor like we all expected too." The moment that name was said, the Quartz second years turned their eyes to him. They're so annoying.

Sitting in a chair, chin in his hands, Mitsuki Shirota looked over his sheet music. He remembered something even more clamorous than the noisy stares of a crowd. Shirota was a second-year Quartz student, same as them. The term 'tresor' was reserved only for Jeannes with strong vocal talent. Combined with his unmistakably Jeanne-like facial features, he drew notice from people around him. But their unrestrained gaze was not something he enjoyed.

Shirota raised his head and looked directly at them to catch their stares. His calm expression suddenly turned sharp. Crumbling under the impact, the students hurriedly averted their eyes. "W-well, our grade sure has a lot of talented people, huh?" Avoiding the topic of this interaction, they resumed their conversation. But Shirota knew this discussion would be pointless. He took his sheet music in hand and stood up.

"But y'know… it's because 'that guy' is here." The end of these conversations was always the same. "The moment I saw that guy on stage at last year's Newcomer's Performance, I lost all hope." The cheery atmosphere immediately turned and a heavy air permeated the classroom. "As long as that guy is here, us in the 77th class are…" Shirota and the other second-years were part of the 77th class year in the history of Univeil Drama School. And in that 77th class, everyone had been cursed by the existence of just one person. This doesn't just apply to our class though, does it? It affected the third-years in the 76th class and the first-years in the 78th class too.

Leaving the classroom, he closed the door as if to shut out everything. It's pointless

He fled the group's vortex and went to the terrace next to the Univeil school building. This place, covered in vibrant plants mixed with the smell of flowers, enveloped him in a peaceful atmosphere Siiigh Shirota released a big breath from deep in his lungs, sat on the bench, and opened his sheet music. The Newcomer's Performance vocal section. It was a performance for the newly enrolled first-years to be in lead roles, but Shirota and the other older students would be on stage as well. The duty to support the first-years seemed burdensome to him. Staring at his music sheet, he began to play the song in his head to see the shape of it. Huh?

Suddenly the song was scrambled by noisy footsteps in the distance. Going this way and that, the sound started moving towards Shirota. "Oh, it's Shirota! Working hard today!" Echoing even louder than the footsteps, that clear voice penetrated the ears he was trying to cover. The one who came to greet him with the sunny face to match his personality was the brand new Jack of Quartz, Suzu Orimaki. He had barely just enrolled and was in Shirota's class. "Shut up." "O-oh! My bad!" After being smacked with this unreasonable anger, Suzu sincerely apologized. He didn't avert his eyes the way the students in Shirota's grade did. Shirota's eyes relaxed. "What are you looking around for? The other ones in your grade?" "Whoa, how did you know bro?!" "You're being too loud." "Oh, my bad!" Seeing Suzu quickly cover his mouth, Shirota let out a breath. "I knew because you were wandering all over the place. You're probably looking for Yonaga." Suzu nodded and opened his mouth, "I promised to run lines with those guys on the terrace." He took care to lower his tone of voice a bit, although strangely his voice still reverberated. "…You're with the other first-years a lot huh?" In competition for the good roles with others in their grade, there was often a lot of friction early in the school year. A friction that continued all the way up until graduation in some cases. Images of students in his year flashed in the back of Shirota's mind. "Yeah, they're great guys," Suzu answered with a smile that showed no trace of conflict. "Hmm," Shirota responded vaguely. "Well, sorry for bugging you! I'll be going now!" Suzu gave a short nod and ran off.

As his footsteps faded into the distance, the quiet returned. "…He sure is an energetic one eh?" As if waiting for the right moment, another presence appeared. "Fumi." "Yo." How long had he been there? Without disturbing the quiet, Sarafumi Takashina, the Al Jeanne of Quartz, showed himself. As Shirota was a Jeanne himself, this was the person directly above him. "Kuro would get so excited seeing you talking to the younger students." "Please stop…" The person Fumi called 'Kuro' was the leader of Quartz, Kokuto Neji. He fit in with the rest of those prodigy guys, but to Shirota he was just a bothersome senior. Seeing Shirota make an upset face from deep in his heart, Fumi chuckled. He stood next to Shirota and looked in the direction where Suzu ran off. "Orimaki seems like the type to be friendly with everybody huh?" "No matter what I say, he doesn't back down." "Wherever he goes, the place becomes brighter." "Even just his presence is loud." As soon as Shirota said this, in the distance he could hear, "There you guys are!" It seemed like Suzu had rejoined his classmates. Even with him not present, he was such a loud man. It would probably get even noisier as they started running lines. Or so he thought. Miraculously, Suzu's voice faded and he could no longer hear it. Maybe they changed locations. "Orimaki isn't the only one you've talked to right?" "Hmm, well…" Shirota had an unapproachable energy. While many of his juniors kept their distance to avoid upsetting him, there was one other first-year who approached him like Suzu did. There was this first year with a gentle face whose name kept coming up over and over, from the time he enrolled until being nominated as a Jeanne. This student was always hanging out with Suzu and Yonaga, even the other first-years too sometimes. Maybe those guys changed locations because Orimaki told them I'm here. When he had unpleasant thoughts towards others, all he had to do was reject them. But, if he wasn't like this, how should he be instead? Thinking about it made him a bit tired.

"…Well, Mitsu, it's good to take baby steps," Fumi said in a slow relaxed voice. He spoke as if seeing a future not visible to Shirota himself.

As if surrendering himself to the idea, he quietly replied, "Yeah, we'll see."

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Rukiora

Ishida posted on Twitter another winter play backstory for Mitsuki's birthday, July 14, 2023. The post includes a drawing and a music link. I did my best an amateur to translate it into English. Minor play spoilers.

Not much has been spoken about Rukushio. What her family had was uncountable wealth, even among people in Havenna, But she hated the lewd family business.

What she hated were lies, The baseless lies her father always told her.

What she hated was that father. However wonderful a place Havenna was, However much power he had, however remarkable a person, She despised her passionately-spoken father from the depths of her heart.

What she lacked was a mother. The outside world was far too wonderful; This is why she left Havenna for good, her father said. It was all his fault.

When she asked which was more wonderful, the outside world or Havenna, He answered it was Havenna. She grew to hate him more and more.

What she loved were songs. They reminded her of the mother who completely left her.

What she changed was her name. Exaggerated in her mind, she hated that her name echoed similarly to his. Somehow, by adding the 'la' in "Luxiola (Rukiora)", It turned all songlike. She was utterly taken with this.

What she lacked were friends. Her hands were already full in her own little world. What she didn't know was love. Someday soon. What she did was sing to make a living. There was something a bit painful about using what she loved to earn money.

After all that, Despite hating the lies, hating her father, What was it that that made her continue to believe only his stories of the outside world?

(Neji's P.S./ Rukiora doesn't need much backstory probably. When it comes to Havenna, she knows barely anything at all.)

Note: Ishida left his usual disclaimer that him writing these on his own is like a 2D work by a 1D artist and that only the game Towada and him worked closely on together is considered canon. Towada retweeted the thread. He also always leaves a little congrats at the end, presumably like a "Happy Birthday" message.

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Kai Mutsumi's Short Story

For Kai's birthday, September 23rd, I translated his short story from the official Jack Jeanne website. They were all written by Shin Towada, the main writer of Jack Jeanne who worked closely with Ishida in creating the world. Concept art by Lownine (who I mistakenly referred to a Ronin before). Spoilers are minimal since it takes place before the first performance.

From a thick tree trunk, countless outstretched branches and leaves blocked out the light from the sky. Moss carpeted over its roots as the the fern leaves swayed up and down, still clinging with moisture despite an absence of rain. "….." On that shaded mountain, one person lingered as if melting into the silence. This person was Kai Mutsumi, although most people just called him Kai. Rather than following the cheeping songs of birds, his eyes remained fixed on the scenery. He stood in place like the trees, their roots stretched deep into the earth over tens, even hundreds, of years to mark the passage of time.

In ancient times, Mount Oodate came to be an object of religious worship. While once considered a sacred mountain separate from the human realm, it presently stood as the backdrop for Univeil Drama School. In an unimagined turn of events, it now ushered in crowds of people for the brilliantly captivating performances.

Kai was also a student, entering into his final year. He was part of the Quartz class. Their class theme was 'transparency' since many were unexperienced actors who had yet to fully develop their true colours. Kai was like that once too. "…Start of classes, hmm" It was spring. A fresh group of students had just enrolled in the Quartz class. ― How are this year's new students looking in your eyes, Kai? The words flashed clearly through his mind. It was only natural since they were from just a bit earlier that day.

The one asking was Kokuto Neji. He had a unique background as the Quartz class lead as well as the script writer and a performer. He was responsible for many aspects of setting their stage and was a man of immense talent, but had some strong peculiarities. The eyes behind his glasses were always seeking out things of interest. Today was no different. Kai closed his eyes to the remember the conversation with Neji.

"What I see in the first-years?" "Yes! I'm curious how the determined attempts of these baby birds to fly in the Newcomers' Performance look in your eyes." Did he have a reason for asking this or was it just on a whim? Regardless, Kai knew that trying to resist him would just be a waste of time. He surveyed the first-year students while sorting his thoughts. (Those three…) His eyes stopped on the three first-years who had grouped up and seemed to be discussing something. The one who attracted notice everywhere through his brightness was Suzu Orimaki. Another who was reserved, but listened intently to everyone else with a face of careful consideration, was Soushiro Yonaga. And finally, standing between the two of them, was the one speaking with the sincere expression ― "Ah, they're fascinating, those guys." The sharp-eyed Neji adjusted his glasses and looked at them. "When starting here, it's easy for people to have the mentality of 'I'm number one! Get outta the way, classmates!' But those three are always together. For better or worse, they stand out." Excitement spread to the corners of Neji's lips. "Well anyways, whether it would bring us good luck or bad…" The eyes deep behind the glasses looked over the new students as if appraising them. "…Don't put on an act to try to test them," Kai warned. "Hey! You think I have that kinda free time? I only use use my time for creating the best performance possible!" "…." "Ohh, is that a look of concern I see? Can't you trust me, Jack Ace?" Neji's words triggered an unconscious grimace. At Univeil Drama School where both male and female roles were played by male students, male roles were called Jacks and female roles were called Jeannes. Being blessed with a tall stature, strong physical ability, and sincere acting talent, Kai was given the lead role among Jacks: the Jack Ace. Next to the lead Jeanne, known as the Al Jeanne, they formed the face of the class. But unlike the current Al Jeanne, Sarafumi Takashina, Kai never adjusted to the title. "I will always be just a vessel." A vessel was meant for the purpose of making the Al Jeanne flower radiate even more brilliantly. He was the shadow to contrast Sarafumi Takashina's sparkle. Kai felt that this was his role. And the one who put Kai in this position was the same Kokuto Neji. "Are you unsatisfied with something?" "…No." There was nothing unsatisfying about supporting Fumi. Kai felt fully determined to dedicate himself to the Quartz class with every ounce of his ability. That being said, he felt a painfully large disparity between himself and the title of Jack Ace. He was well aware of the amount of talent Fumi possessed in order to be an Al Jeanne ever since joining the school.

Kai looked again towards the trio of first-years. He felt a twinge of jealousness seeing them standing as equals as they seriously discussed their acting. However, he was unsure when their equilibrium would be thrown off balance. "Hmm, I wonder who will show results at the Newcomers' Performance."

Wind blew past carrying the scent of greenery and rustle of leaves. Kai opened his eyes and calmly observed the drizzle of sunlight falling through the trees. The blinding light emitted at Univeil from people pursuing their dreams was at times too brilliant for Kai's eyes to bear. For that reason, he surrounded himself in nature where he could be his honest self. He took in a breath. (…I'll just do what is required of me). With this thought in mind, right as he was about to close his eyes, something white suddenly appeared in the corner of his vision. "…? Ahh…" Once he got a better look through the gaps in the fern leaves, he saw a white weasel peeking its face out. It shot a glance at Kai then dashed off down the mountain. A number of wild animals lived on Mount Oodate. But out of all of them, the weasel was said to be the most important to the mountain worshippers. That being said, they almost never approached people but… "Whoa!" He heard a voice from the behind the corner where the white weasel had just disappeared. "That voice is…" Kai headed in the voice's direction. On the other end was one of his juniors, a person from the first-year trio. Compared to Suzu Orimaki, Soushiro Yonaga and the rest, he had a smaller frame and no Adam's apple. It was as if he hadn't been made to experience puberty. The white weasel began to affectionately circle around the student's feet. After enjoying this for a while, perhaps satisfied, it left with a leap. After watching it move out of sight, the first-year opened his script. It was probably the script for the Newcomers' Performance. He made a complicated expression as he stared intently at the same page. Maybe something wasn't coming together. Having big eyes on a delicate and petite frame was a valuable asset for boys performing as women at Univeil. Naturally, it was assumed he would be living as Jeanne from here on. (But…) Seeing such passion for the stage slip out on this student's face, Kai felt a strength that wasn't just limited to being a Jeanne. Jack Ace and Al Jeanne candidates were generally chosen during the first year. Those with talent had something different that set them apart from the beginning. For Kai's grade, Fumi was one of these people. In that case, this first-year might… "…? Oh, Kai! Great practice today!" After possibly noticing Kai's gaze, the younger student popped up his head. A particularly soft air brushed across Kai's cheek. He had come here to be alone, but he felt a relaxing atmosphere even with his junior here. Kai opened his mouth and said, "If there something you don't get, we can practice together."

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Jack Jeanne's 4-Koma Translations (Chapter 1-4)

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Haikyuu - Card Kiss Game with Captains and Setters Part 1

HQ “Card Kiss Game with Captains and Setters” Part 1

This is a story of card kiss game with captains and setters of 6 schools, they are Karasuno, Nekoma, Fukurodani, Dateko, Aoba Johsai, and Shiratorizawa.

Warning, this content contains kissing-expression.

Author        : Sagami 

Translation : Nera

Source       : Sagami’s Pixiv

Click here for part 2

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Haikyuu - Card Kiss Game with Captains and Setters Part 2

HQ “Card Kiss Game with Captains and Setters” Part 2 and it’s end here.

This is a story of card kiss game with captains and setters of 6 schools, they are Karasuno, Nekoma, Fukurodani, Dateko, Aoba Johsai, and Shiratorizawa.

Warning, this content contains kissing-expression.

Click here for part 1

Author        : Sagami

Translation : Nera

Source       : Sagami’s Pixiv

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