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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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....th-theories? Like wh-what? [Call it a morbid curiosity... though he can think of a few different ones himself.]
They're theori--- th-they're just theories, right?
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[gulp]
Y-you can stab his body with a sword again if you want. It's still burning.
1/......some im so sorry
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4/5
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I-I-I-I don't remember.. I mean if h-he put us in like a-- l-like a shocking chair we-- I-I.. no. Nonononono I-I can't...I-I-I... I-I.. o-oh my god! I-- [just slap him he'll snap out of it]
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[it's the blind leading the blind here tbh]
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B-b-but.. n-no I-- h-h-he took our other memories away what if-- I-I-I don't-- oh my god, o-oh my god... [Even while she's got a grasp on his shoulders he's just shaking his head, with his hands now covering his face as he's panicking.]
Wh-what did he do to us? Wh-wh-what... wh-why did he...
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Well Ashley just acts on instinct and shakes him a bit harder and just- slap.
and looks quite mortified while doing it.] Oh my God I am so sorry.
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....
[He swallows back a lump in his throat -- mostly from fear more than because Ashley slapped him, he's used to it from Rick -- and his voice comes out shaky and small.]
W-we're... e-everything's going to be okay, r-right?
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Oh no. Oh. She just pulls him into a hug with a flurry of apologies, soft and hushed. She just did that. Just did that and doesn't seem very happy with it at all.]
It is. [Her own words, cracking in a choke. Is it? No, she's not ready to be cynical and jaded again, not yet.] W-we're g-gonna be okay.
I promise.
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...I-I'm. I-I-I'm gonna miss you, Ashley. [Alright fine, he'll let himself cry this time. He's never been that much of a crier before he came to this murderplace but then again he.. he's had maybe three friends in his lifetime to actually care about before.]
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Me too, Morty. B-but- but we'll find a way t-to visit each other, right? [Man she's going to start crying if he keeps this up.] We will.
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He'll just bury his face into her stomach some more, now that it's hit him that they're going to have to say their final goodbyes soon. Or now.
It also sounds like he's saying something but with his face in her jacket, it's pretty muffled. Not.. that he notices it straight away.]
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She lets him have his moment. Really, they leave as soon as everyone's situated, as soon as Rick's found everyone's dimensions- God, she'll have to make sure he can get Susan home to hers, or make him promise to come so she can hitch a ride somewhere or...
...don't think about that right now. Just stay in this moment.] What? What was that?
[Because she couldn't really understand that there, buddy. Wanna try again?]
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Morty looks up though, face red from both the cold and also the tears running down his worried face.]
I-I don't know how to leave my d-dimension w-without a port - w-without a portal gun. [Aaaaaaaaand Rick's the only one who's got one...]
I-I-I d-don't even know how to use one!
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Th- then we- we'll find another way, okay? Or v-visit each other when Rick visits you? You're a- a real smart boy, right? A-and I'm- I'm real smart too, s-so between the both of us...we'll figure something out, won't we?
[She tries her very best to put on an encouraging smile.] This isn't the end, okay? It can't be.
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B-but he isn't -- h-he can't... and I-I'm not... [Morty, could you be a little more optimistic for once...]
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[Her throat squeezes shut for a moment. They didn't survive this. Both of them died.
And yet.
They're still here.]
If we can...get through this, don't you think we can handle something like...inter-dimensional travel? There's n-not just you and me and Rick, either way. Someone...someone has to have a way.
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...no, that's inter-galactic travel, not dimensional travel.]
...y-you really th-think so? [He looks a little bit hopeful, just a tad bit more than before.]
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I really do! Yuuri's a...a big ol' demon king, and Blue and Mr. Giovanni have to have some kind of space-time Pokémon. Sol and Luna are...surrounded by people with all these powers...and Tabby's from comic books where this stuff is easy! Mr. Jiminy had big superpowers...and I bet you he can get them back. [...She hopes, at least.]
We c- can do this. Even if we have to rely on some of the others. [the less said about dio, the better, probably]
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Th-thanks, Ashley. Y-you - y-you're right. [There were so many people who were talented and from a place that dealt with space and time.. surely someone else could help him out. Even if he didn't have Rick's help he still had Mordecai, Tabby, Yuuri, the space Pokemon, Luna and Sol...]
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.....A-Ashley? [Oh jeez, is he gonna start crying again? No, probably not but he is giving Ashley some big 'ol sorry looking eyes.]
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She swallows and tries to keep being strong.] Wh- what is it...? What's wrong, a-are you okay?
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1/3
2/3
3/4 oh god wait
4/5 lmao here we are fuck me
5/5 please forgive me
god fucking bless you ashley also 1/...3 i think
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i lied 3/4
4/4 THE THRILLING CONCLUSION TO THE SAGA
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