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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- 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]
1/2
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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....d-d-different dimensions are.. th-that's.. i-i-it's too much for a long-distance r-relationship, isn't it? [NOT THAT HE.. really thinks Sol's interested but it's upsetting to think about for the kid all the same.]
1/3
oh
well]
2/3
3/4 oh god wait
[And her hands are still on his cheeks and even more firm, a fire in her eyes.]
It's scary, but if something's to come of it, you can make it work. You will make it work, from how strong your feelings are - and a little inter-dimensional magic or skype or something - alone!! I believe that, truly and fully.
There's obstacles, yes. There's complications. Do you see any of that discouraging Blue and Yuuri? [SHE HECKIN' KISSED HIM BRO] I think, all you need is a little determination.
4/5 lmao here we are fuck me
[......THE FIRE IS NOW AN INFERNO]
Morty Smith, if there is anything I have learned, it's that if you love someone, you can make it work, but you have to be honest with yourself and with that person and that is the most important thing. Don't let anything hold you back. Even if she doesn't feel the same way, you don't want to feel like you've wasted anything, any moment, especially in a situation like this!
[She's talking very fast by now.]
You keep talking to her, okay? You and Sol do this- cross-dimension penpal, talk- foster your friendship and if something comes of it? You let her know, you- you damn darling fool, you take hold of that feeling and you own it in all its glorious beauty, take it by its heart-stings and sing your passion from the rooftops, because that is what true, genuine love deserves!
5/5 please forgive me
...
You got that, hon?
[jesus fuck ash
so that happened]
god fucking bless you ashley also 1/...3 i think
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i lied 3/4
Her inferno gaze gets his already awkward looking smile looking a tad terrified, but he's. He's doing his best to listen even though she's speaking so fast and so much. But Ashley please have some mercy on this kid, he's so dumb and can barely take information in when it's handed to him on a convenient and easy to read piece of paper.]
4/4 THE THRILLING CONCLUSION TO THE SAGA
I - I-I don't know what I was expecting. Wow... b-boy. [Sorry if that sounds rude he's. I mean he's related to Rick.]
Th-that all - that was pretty intense, Ashley. I don't... I don't know if I - I-I mean, I don't even know if she's actually interested b-but if I can keep talking to her and stuff I-I definitely will but... man.
I really didn't think you'd get so pa-passionate about it when I asked.
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W- well, I- I mean. L-look, all I'm saying is- i-if there's a chance you can't let...a-anything keep you down, if she could feel like you do, o-or...
[Aw heck now she's all embarrassed.] Love and that kind of stuff, it's- it's important.
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That being said, Morty lets out a soft laugh and pulls Ashley's hands off his face. Instead he just kind of holds onto them into his own and gives her a smile.]
Th-thanks, Ashley. I-I'm not really... I dunno, I've had a couple of um. M-moments, with some girls before but I've never dated anyone or had any of them actually y'know, l-like me for who I am. [Now it's his turn to look a little embarrassed.]
B-but I really like her. So... I-I'll try my best!
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Maybe something'll come from it, maybe it won't. But you won't know unless you try.
Just be good to her. That's all girls really want. [A little laugh.] I've bestowed upon you my infinite wisdom. Use it for good, alright?