9 ♐ Voice/Action ♐ The leaves of memory

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[In the background, the faint sound of leaves rustling and the soothing waves of the ocean can be heard before Darkleer speaks.]

Tell me, if any are so willing, but what do your people do to honor the deceased long after they have passed, whether out of respect or simply to calm any vengeful spirits?

[Action]

[Anyone wandering about by the beach this evening may notice a certain tall troll sitting cross-legged on the sands. Before him are two very small fires, and two small rocky platforms set in the sand. It takes a bit to go and see what is on them- both items are very small, a pen and a hairclip.]

[In the meantime, Darkleer himself seems to be in the process of making a pair of arrows. He's a lot more absorbed in the task than one might think. High up in the air, a large white bird circles about.]

[He won't be much bothered by any company, should someone care to come closer to him.]

Comments

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[420]

You fuckin' pray for 'em.

[video]

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[Welp, hello to you to, adopted son.]

How do you prefer to pray, Gamzee?

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[420]

Lemme think on that.

[ponder ponder]</small You gotta have stardust if you fuckin' got it. You are praying for good stuff so you all motherfuckin' gotta be using the good shit, you get?

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Ah... Gamzee, what does stardust have to do with anything, if I may ask?

[video] stop doing this to me. stop making me have to make logic of clown stuff

[420]

To all be feeling closer to the Minstrels and what fuckin' mirth you got brought.

[Action]

[feralfanatic]

[Disciple had promised herself she would get out more. She was spending far too much time in the hive. Her muscles, once perfectly toned, were softening with disuse. So as she promised herself, she was out on the island hunting. What better way to get herself back in peak physical shape?]

[It had been mostly uneventful. She was enjoying being out in the wilds again, stretching her muscles. That is until she came upon the scent of someone she had been unhurriedly searching for.]

[Indigoblood. Darkleer.]

[She knew she needed to talk to him, talking with Signless the day he came back to life confirmed this. They had things to discuss...but she would be damned if she knew how. Still, curiosity got the better of her and she found herself following his scent the short distance to the nearby treeline.]

[The oliveblood saw him sitting on the sands. He seemed to be working on something; Two somethings, from the looks of it. So, girding herself, she broke from the treeline at a calm walking pace, making for the indigoblood. She'd had no idea what she'd say when she got there, but hopefully something would come to her on the walk over.]

[Action]

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[He's holding up an arrow to make sure that it's completely straight when his ears catch the sound of footsteps in the sand. Pausing, he glances back, and feels his stomach twist once more as he sees who is approaching. Honestly, he knows he should not be so surprised They've met now, she knows he is here. Another meeting is almost inevitable.]

[There's one last glance at the fires he's made before he lowers his hands, arrow in his lap now, before he nods to her.]

Good evening.

[Action]

[feralfanatic]

[Okay shes had time to think while she walked... and she still has nothing. Oh well, she decides to ask about what he is doing. It does seem strange, now that shes stopping to analyze it. Darkleer on the beach, with two separate fires set up on the sand. Who knows, maybe she can find the words to say what she needs to in the course of asking.]

[Okay, he knows you are here now, he is talking, no backing down.]

Yes... uhhh... It is a good evening, isn't it? What brings you here, to the beach?

[Smooth. You've got this. Totally.]

[Action]

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[This is totally a situation under control and not one Darkleer just wants to bolt from or anything. No, he is a mature adult troll, not six sweeps old, and he can talk to another adult troll without wanting to run off... even... if he killed her partner... and... things...]

[Yeah.]

[Glancing back down at the little plain stone altars he's set up, more to avoid looking at Disciple than anything, he tries to work up the words.]

It's just... an old habit, I've developed. I suppose it could be called a ritual, although it is nothing of particular extravagance.

[bestestfurrend]

[She doesn't want to disturb him but at the same time she wants to talk, to see how he's been doing since that chat of hers back during those dreams. So much has happened since then...

Her voice is quiet and respectful when she does finally decide to speak up.]

Hi Darkleer.

[aim_exorable]

[Things... happened. That seems to be an accurate summary. His voice at least seems calm as he replies.]

Hello, Miss Nepeta.

[bestestfurrend]

Are you okay ofur there? Do you want me to come over?

[We all know how this ended up the last time.]

[aim_exorable]

I am perfectly fine, Ms. Nepeta. I am simply indulging in... something of a habit.

If you wished to come, I suppose you could.

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We pray for them.

I could teach you some prayers, if that would be helpful for you.

[voice]

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That would be, as a matter of fact. Thank you.

[voice]

[closedcircuit]

It's no problem.

What were they to you? Relatives, friends, soldiers?

[voice]

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[There's actually a moment of thoughtful silence before Darkleer decides there's no harm in answering.]

One was a former matesprit- a romance partner. The other was both a friend and a soldier who worked under me.

[voice]

[zelda_hylia]

[It's Darkleer... speaking with him is awkward to say the least, but perhaps he won't recognize her voice. She'll pretend she doesn't know it's him.]

In my world, we sing songs and play music as a tribute, and also to help the souls in their passage to the Sacred Realm.

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[Sorry, Zelda, but horses don't forget. Or maybe that was elephants. Regardless, there's a brief pause as he recognizes the voice, but then he decides, well... He is an adult, and it was a mistake that could have happened to anyone, correct? Deep breaths, be the mature adult.]

I am afraid I have never been able to become a proper musician. I've found I rather lack the talent for it. Is there anything else, or a particular song that is sung?

[voice]

[zelda_hylia]

That's perfectly alright if you can't do it yourself. Usually we just play a song we know the deceased enjoyed, but there are more general songs that can be played too. Would you like me to play you one?

[voice]

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[Just a small bit of relief shows through in his tone.]

Yes, thank you.

[video]

[withoutasign]

I can come and pray with you, if you like.

[video]

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...Oh.

Well.

[UM]

I suppose if.. you care to.

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[withoutasign]

[Yes, good, Darkleer. This is how friendship works!]

Are you up on the beach? I can be there in a few minutes.

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[This is so weird.]

That's correct.