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Post by Deleted on Aug 3, 2021 20:27:03 GMT -8
No one is actually dead until the ripples they cause in the world die away - Sir Terry Pratchett The invitations were sent out without any pomp or circumstance, simple cards that contained the date of an event, a memorial for the community, for their community. The services themselves had been completed expediently, kept small and largely involved those who had been closest. With so much going on mass events would have been chaos and thus a memorial held for the two simultaneously was chosen as a means to let the community come together and grieve, remember, and move on from the past. There was a time to come and hear someone speak as if it was the service, so that those who could not be there could experience it, and hear what they needed. There was no pageantry, it was simple, the hall as it was with natural light pouring in. A wreath at the front to stand in for those who could not be with us. As much as sorrow threatened to tear down most of the guests, there was an insistence to honor both who did all they could to protect the members of their community, doing so in tandem and coming together like heraldry - a shield and unicorn. Following the service itself there was time to collect one’s self, find themselves, and pay their respects. Within the main hall were the wreathes, showered in flowers and other tokens that some thought meaningful, and where all could be afforded a moment to have their final farewells. Should the weight of main hall be too much there was a small side room with refreshments where the mourners could collect and speak to themselves, and share memories. Some wept louder, some held it in, but peace was maintained - as promised by a menagerie of the Freehold’s Knights, those of Coin, Rains, and Borders. Respect to those present, and those no longer was tantamount. If one was to scan the crowd they would find the likes of Artemis’ Bane, the pairing of the Spring paragon Buck Chasseur and Lancelot, as well as both the Crimson and Verdant Monarchs here to pay their respects. Telling of just how deep this wound cut. |
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Riley Sorsa
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Post by Riley Sorsa on Aug 5, 2021 10:59:13 GMT -8
Riley made themself scarce. With Linden both as their closest friend and motley mate, one would think that Riley would have had a statement. A speech, or reading of remembrance, anything. There was nothing. Since the events of Beltane, Riley knew any such act would be viewed through the lens of public disdain. They didn't want to tarnish this moment for Linden or Agrippa. It seemed silly given neither would know, but it felt like the right thing to do nonetheless. The Bright ones dimmed their light and hid their eye-catching mantle by hardening their mask and dawning a fitted Black suit. The Moth, draped in human form, sat in the back of the affair, silently watching and appreciating the displays of mourning the community brought. Riley had no more tears to give. They had wept for nights after the news till they ran dry. Till their stomach hurt and their muscles were weak. Their hands still felt helpless, unable to clench even a fist. Instead, they observed others. For a moment, struck by the freehold's diversity and display. They hadn't thought about it in years, the oddity of them all. These faerie creatures gathered beneath a single roof. Despite the freehold's attitude towards them, sitting on the outside of it all, there was tranquility at that moment. Observing the others, both in their humanity and alien natures. Riley wondered what Agrippa would have thought of the observation. The events were already winding down. The staff was beginning to clean up when Riley approached the front to observe the symbolic wreaths. It was the grief of what could have been that struck Riley at the moment. There was a cruel irony that it had been Linden and Agrippa to be taken from the community. A friendship had been beginning to bloom. Riley had tried to see to Agrippa and Linden's connection. The darkling themself always delighted by the Unicorns company. They had been so very different from one another, but Agrippa had always been kind. Even in the end. Why did it end this way?"I miss you," they whisper softly to the wreaths. The words struck them, and they felt the familiar deep sorrow of it all. The Bright one swallows back the possibility of tears that they thought they had no more of. "I will hold Archie to the publishing of your book. I am waiting to read it like it said I would. ""Our past is part of us, but so is our present and our futures. The past cannot holistically define us.- . We can and should acknowledge the part that trauma has in shaping what we do, but explanations for toxic behavior are not excuses. We are the only ones who can fix them, and we need to if we are to thrive." They pondered the final wisdom Agrippa had gifted them, what felt like just days ago. Linden's own wisdom had come with a firmer tone, as was their way. "Be better." " I'll try," They answer to the wreaths. Both of which had left Riley with a singular statement. That change was possible that they could be better than this. Riley yearned that they were true, that there could be more than all of this. |
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Post by Wayland on Aug 8, 2021 20:29:51 GMT -8
They deserved to be here. That's what Wayland keeps reminding herself. Keeps her focus on. Keeps the heat of her Wrath on a low simmer, keeps it from raging into unchecked, misdirected anger. They deserved better. They deserved to be here. And those they left behind don't deserve this hole in their lives that this absence leaves.
She hadn't had a chance to get to know Linden well. She'd wanted to. Her fellow Ogre had been friendly. There was the beginnings of a camaraderie there. An opportunity for friendship that is now lost forever. Losses are expected when your Court organizes like an army. Casualties of war, even if that war is cold with the force of the city's Wards. But they will be remembered. And they will be avenged.
When her turn comes up in the queue to pay her respects at the wreath, she opens a bottle of beer, the same brand Linden had brought to an abandoned warehouse not so long ago. After spilling it's contents before the wreathe in sacrifice, she places the empty bottle before it. She watches the glass for a moment, as if expecting Linden to walk in from beyond her eyeline and shatter the bottle against the far wall.
But that's a fantasy. Wayland turns and walks away.
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Post by Kai Rose on Aug 9, 2021 22:43:38 GMT -8
"As I stand here before you, I can't help but think... we're so lucky to live here."
Kai was at the speaker's podium nary a moment before a technicolor hand swept up to catch a falling, prismatic tear.
"Not because of our safety; not because of our prosperity... no, we're so lucky to be here because of the friends who we are fortunate enough to stand beside."
She gestured to the assembled broadly, excluding none.
"It makes days like today so damn hard, because who is really ever ready for days like today, when conflict takes our friends too young? Linden and Agrippa were each a part of what made our lives so damn rich; young, driven and caring friends who put it all on the line for their people. My sympathies are even deeper for those who were closest to them: motleymates, Knights and dear friends."
Looking to Archie, Riley, Sir Nimbus and Sir Bastille, she nodded solemnly as she unfolded a little card.
"Honestly, I'm no good at speeches, so I hope Mary Lee Hall's words can say it better than I can:
If I should die and leave you here a while,
be not like others sore undone, who keep
long vigils by the silent dust, and weep.
For my sake – turn again to life and smile,
nerving thy heart and trembling hand to do
something to comfort weaker hearts than thine.
Complete these dear unfinished tasks of mine
and I, perchance may therein comfort you."
She paused, tears streaming now as the words that had once been read for England's Rose were now read for fallen dead creator and sentinel.
"Afterparty, Sir Nimbus, I hope we can help you complete what they left behind. Agrippa, Linden, we'll never forget you."
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Ivory
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Post by Ivory on Aug 10, 2021 15:01:56 GMT -8
Ivory was in attendance, of course. The regal dragon stood near Nimbus' circle for much of the proceedings to offer her support to the members within. Inside, Ivory felt more than just grief. The loss of two promising members of the High Seasons was devastating, but at times Ivory's anger at the reality was far more potent than sorrow. Yet... looking at her, no one could know. Ivory allowed elements of her grief to come to the forefront, but the wrath within was held deep, raging beneath an expression that may as well have been stone. For this reason, Ivory allowed some time to pass before she approached Afterparty, waiting for others to cycle in and out as she considered her approach. Nonetheless, she did indeed come to the pair with an offer of genuine condolences.
"It is not the length of life, but the depth of life," Ivory offered, granting one of her favorite quotes, albeit with a gentle, solemn air, "And depth was something both Agrippa and Linden had in abundance... We all mourn with you. Truly."
Condolences granted, Ivory would eventually move to the wreaths, standing for some moments in silence before eventually retrieving a half-burned candle, taken from her hidden, makeshift ritual chamber. Indeed, only Kai would truly understand the offering as Ivory placed it before the memorial of the Unicorn Beast. Of the fallen, they were who Ivory was closest to and it was Ivory who had helped Agrippa escape wrongful servitude.
"I know you'd hate this," she whispered, speaking as if the Unicorn was sitting with her as she knelt before the wreath to place her offering, "The mourning I mean... It won't last forever, I promise. Soon we'll smile at the memories. We just need time."
With that, Ivory returned to Nimbus' sphere, remaining there as Kai Rose ascended to the podium to give her speech, eliciting tears from the dragon herself even as she fought to remain composed. Beyond this, though, Ivory kept to her own, save for the occasional glance towards Afterparty as she pondered whether or not Archie would rise to offer his apologies to one among the dead. Regardless, today was not the day for conflict. The Chatelaine was mourning just as she was and holding him accountable could wait until the coming of another dawn. |
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