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trustfell2016-01-01 10:47 pm
openterrain) wrote in trustfell2016-01-01 10:47 pm
SENDOFF.
[ Does it ever stop?
Maybe not, but Jean doesn't actually have an issue with that. The immediately visible zombies have been taken care of and the group is ready for any others that might shamble their way. It's still the dead of the night as Jean moves about the town square, gathering up every last bit of dry wood he can find and building up the basis of what could become an impressive bonfire. Strangely, he leaves it unlit - or perhaps not so strangely, since it really should be time to move on.
Instead, Jean goes back - back into the school and through the hallways and down to the courtroom. He makes several side trips as he goes, gathering up rope and matches and spare blankets along the way. He's not particularly surprised to see that Kimblee's corpse has been a bit abused since they last left him, nor is he depressed or angry or pleased.
Kimblee got what he deserved.
Jean takes the time to carefully wrap Kimblee's corpse in the spare sheets and secure them with rope, more out of consideration for the more squeamish of his fellow survivors than any respect for Observant himself. Wrapping him up is pretty simple, luckily. Dragging him back up the stairs and all the way over to the bonfire is simple, but not easy. He's a big, heavy bastard as it turns out and the very first hints of dawn are glimmering on horizon by the time Jean finally gets him over to the bonfire. Unsurprisingly, Jean will happily accept any offers to help with the body moving process.
There's no pomp or ceremony to Kimblee's 'funeral'. There's no moment of silence, no carefully selected works, not even a few personal possessions tossed onto the pyre with their tormentor of the past two months. Jean simply kindles a few sparks at the base of pyre, and then steps back to watch the flames grow into a blaze and consume flesh and wood alike.
... He does take care to stand upwind of the pyre, however. Burning bodies aren't exactly a pleasant scent. ]
Maybe not, but Jean doesn't actually have an issue with that. The immediately visible zombies have been taken care of and the group is ready for any others that might shamble their way. It's still the dead of the night as Jean moves about the town square, gathering up every last bit of dry wood he can find and building up the basis of what could become an impressive bonfire. Strangely, he leaves it unlit - or perhaps not so strangely, since it really should be time to move on.
Instead, Jean goes back - back into the school and through the hallways and down to the courtroom. He makes several side trips as he goes, gathering up rope and matches and spare blankets along the way. He's not particularly surprised to see that Kimblee's corpse has been a bit abused since they last left him, nor is he depressed or angry or pleased.
Kimblee got what he deserved.
Jean takes the time to carefully wrap Kimblee's corpse in the spare sheets and secure them with rope, more out of consideration for the more squeamish of his fellow survivors than any respect for Observant himself. Wrapping him up is pretty simple, luckily. Dragging him back up the stairs and all the way over to the bonfire is simple, but not easy. He's a big, heavy bastard as it turns out and the very first hints of dawn are glimmering on horizon by the time Jean finally gets him over to the bonfire. Unsurprisingly, Jean will happily accept any offers to help with the body moving process.
There's no pomp or ceremony to Kimblee's 'funeral'. There's no moment of silence, no carefully selected works, not even a few personal possessions tossed onto the pyre with their tormentor of the past two months. Jean simply kindles a few sparks at the base of pyre, and then steps back to watch the flames grow into a blaze and consume flesh and wood alike.
... He does take care to stand upwind of the pyre, however. Burning bodies aren't exactly a pleasant scent. ]
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[She pulls Chie's photos out of her
pillowcasetotally official and cool bagno really it's a pillowcaseand hands them over....She's keeping one of the shirtless Dio photos, because who the hell would give that up.
While she's here, she'll give her back basically everything she pilfered out of her room- kaneki's stuff, her letters and notes... She's keeping her room key, too, because it's dumb and sentimental to her and it's not like she needs it anyway.]
I kept good care of your stuff!
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You guys have all of our stuff with you?
[...she says, but there's not much she. really wants to take with her, it's all on her body besides certain things she's written.]
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[...But who the fuck wants to do that. She reaches into her bag and pulls out a fuckton of letters.]
If you're looking for these, though, I took good care of them too!
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Ohmygosh, m-my letters! [She gasps and just snatches them right up. The ones she hand-wrote... And the ones she received from the Conductor. Well, we have a clear hierarchy of what's important to her and what's- ...what's going right on the pyre.]
Thank you, I- [did you-] ...I-I'm sorry, you, um...had to...find all that.
[......SORRY YOU WERE LEFT WITH HER EMOTIONAL DEVASTATION.]
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[Blue you don't just say that-]
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OH MY GOD I AM SO SORRY--
[Immediately pulling her beanie down a bit more to hide the gunshot scar- no, it doesn't fully shit okay let's put up the big puffy hood-
there's just coat now, no girl, she's gone]
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[...That's not reassuring at all.]
And I was something of a corpse magnet anyway.
[That's not reassuring either.]
And you're fine now, right?
[...She needs to put her tact back on with this body business, and pronto-]
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...wait
Ashley pokes her head back out.] But- Jesus Christ, Blue! I am so sorry, that must've just-
[She unceremoniously dumps the responses from Kimblee in the pyre and tucks her own letters away before giving her a hug.]
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You know what, fuck it, we can do hugs instead today.]
You get used to it. Really!
[...There is literally nothing reassuring to say that doesn't sound vaguely insane, is there.]
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...]
You shouldn't have to get used to this sort of thing. Just because it happens, just because you do doesn't mean it isn't severely fucked. And I am so sorry that it was something you had to get used to.
[This might be coming from a slightly personal place. Softer, a little sweeter.]
I severely hope that...whatever you're going back to...you get to live a nicer, more peaceful life than this.
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[And hopefully the world hasn't ended and her friends aren't all rocks.]
It's not something any of us deserved, or should've gotten used to, but that's how it worked out.
[And it's not like they can suddenly undo what Kimblee did to them.]
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[She pulls away and a hand goes...right to the letters she's got, honestly.
...] You're a strong girl, Blue. For...making it through all of this. No matter how you did it.
[This is, essentially, meaning- it's water under the damn bridge.]
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Not that I'm complaining! I guess Sukuyo left a bigger impression, huh?
[She is still a little mad at Sukuyo.]
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So...I'm trying not to be a hypocrite, that's all.
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[That letter... That letter wasn't as nice to read as Yuuri's or Logan's, but...]
Well, if I'm gonna be honest, I agreed to it because at the time, I didn't care about any of you, and I was sure one of you would try to kill me anyway. There's not much to lose from an offer like that, and there's plenty to gain.
[...Honesty sucks.]
But if the thing that ruined it for me was not telling him about any of you, then that was worth it.
[Terrifying, but worth it.]
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...You know, I didn't really trust...any of you? For quite awhile. I was nervous about the trials, about speaking up...because I was afraid one of you would kill me. [And, well, obviously.
Apparently we're just going full honesty hour here.]
So...I really can't blame you. I just wanted to get home to everyone I cared about too...but... Well, if you'd told him and he had longer to prepare, to send the shadow after us, then... I might not be here right now.
In the end, I have to thank you.
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[ SHE NORMALLY ISN'T THE SELFIE TYPE BUT SHE HAS PLENTY OF FILM AND ZERO FUCKS TO GIVE. ]
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[Stares blankly at the corpse. Stares blankly at Chie.]
Why the hell not.
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[...]
I know your aesthetic. Let's take a selfie with the corpse.
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[ Death is what she fears most in the world. But knowing that souls exist... it's a comforting thought, really.
And Chie was actually going to let her keep one of the Dio pictures, so she won't mind. Treasure that thing forever. c: ]
Thank you, Blue-san.
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Should she-]
Looks like I wasn't the only one afraid of death, huh? You're really brave for facing it head on like that.
[That's a lot closer to honesty than she really wants to get today.]
I'm really glad you're back, Chie.
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I don't fear a lot of things. But one thing that really scares me is death because I don't want to disappear forever. So my life philosophy's to have as much fun as possible so that I at least can die at a moment when I can think "It's okay."
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[...Or something like that.]