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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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...I'm not sure if this feels like a fitting end or not.
[Hi, Blue. It looks like Logan's finally calmed down from wanting to smash everything with the warhammer. He's got his head tipped slightly to the side as he studies the pyre over there.]
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I'm not gonna get picky!
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Well, yes, but I would have liked to have gotten in a hit or two.
[LOGAN TRY NOT BEING A DISASTER FOR ONE MINUTE, I PROMISE IT WON'T KILL YOU]
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[...Although really, Logan killing the hell out of Kimberly would have been cool.
...
Not as cool as the fire sword, but cool.]
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[IT MADE PERFECT SENSE IN THE .3 SECONDS IT TOOK FOR HIM TO DECIDE TO ATTACK THE THING, OKAY]
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[Logan, you are a huge dummy.
But Blue's idly going through her pil- her bag, it is a totally dignified bag and not at all a pillowcase because... Because she says so, that's why.]
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[DID YOU FUCKING JUST YOU ABSOLUTE ASSHOLE
also kind of side-eyeing the pillowcase, what are you doing, blue?]
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Well, now that you're alive, I guess I can give you these.
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You made these for me?
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[She holds them out for him to take. They're black, they're sturdy, and they have his name on the inside of each glove.]
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[...Best not to finish that.
Logan takes the gloves and examines them for a moment before taking a moment to remove his gauntlet and glove from his right hand. The gloves Blue made fit perfectly and he tests it for a moment before repeating that with the left one.
...It definitely means more to wear something made for him.]
Thank you. I appreciate it, Blue. These are very nice.
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[And of yourself, because holy shit.]
I only make people gloves if they're really special.
[...If she finds your body in a week she's going to strangle your ghost.]
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I'll take very good care of them.
[No promises though; he hasn't been making any of those since Ashley's death.]
...I'm pleased to hear that as well.
[ c: ]