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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 suddenly raises the journal to the sky, eyes - of all things - sparkling. ]
My very own legend, Ashley! Right here! No writing from me required! If he took the time to get all this stuff, then I'm not going to waste it! Ohhh, this is so cool!
[ Aaaaand now she's hugging a book she knows is the result of countless hours of her own damn torture. ]
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Y- th- I???
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3/3
[she doesn't know what she should've expected by now honestly]
You just do you.
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The thing is, it's not. The negative fades quickly for Youko. It's pretty good way to survive without buckling under centuries of life.
That understanding is why she opts to share the more palatable side of things, now that she's had a chance to get her initial excitement out. ]
...We don't know where our powers come from. Or why we exist the way we do. There's... an understanding, on a personal level, for each of us youkai, but... nothing unified.
Kan-chan has his theories. He's a folklore scholar, you know? He's my friend who went to university. He's studied it, he's lived it... anyway. None of us need belief to exist, but he thinks it might be responsible for helping some of us getting stronger, beyond the more conventional means.
[ Not that she's saying what those are, nope. Youko pauses, and - of all things - her smile softens. ]
I'm the weakest person in my family. Kan-chan, Haruka-chan... the battles they've been fighting recently, I can't even...
[ ... ]
...So. If I have this golden opportunity in my hands - I will not let it go to waste. I'm not going to throw it away because of its past. I'm going to use it to build my future.
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Ashley sure doesn't regret burning hers. She never can, because for her it's a symbol of...all of that, but...
She softens, and nods, and her hands fall on the inside pocket of the parka, where all the letters she wrote - to her friends, to Kimblee - rest.]
I think... I think I understand that way of thinking.
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[ why did she falter like that? ]
I can understand yours, too. [ ... ] I think... no. I know... our existence - it runs parallel to humanity's, not opposite.
[ So long as emotion doesn't get too heavily involved, she can understand how people work pretty well. And it's certainly not like the rest of you have anything to gain by keeping your info... ]
...I'm getting a little emotional. [ Sorry... ] But... food for thought, I... suppose...?
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[She won't press, though; even if Youko's not great on tact, she's... Well, she's getting better.]
I guess I'm just looking more at...the emotions and thoughts I had while here. I'm never keeping those locked up again...not as long as I can help it.