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?

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[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

[420]

[He has the scars to prove it.]

I ain't all fuckin' get that but if that be what be making fuckin' sense like to you that's cool.

[He really doesn't get it! It just all feels so real to him right in his heart. He couldn't not believe even if he tried.]

What did ya be wanting to fuckin' know about?

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[A slight frown and Darkleer makes a vague gesture with his hands.]

I simply need to be able to somehow... interact with something, know it's truly there. To put my faith in something that I honestly cannot is just... very boggling to me.

I don't understand how others can do it.

[420]

[Gamzee pats his arm lightly.]

Cause it just be. I mean if you be all feeling that motherfuckin' faith you just got your fuckin' knowing on for it. Can't be using no fuckin' science for that shit. It just ain't all to be made for it.

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It's not even so much a matter of science. The spirits of the dead have yet to be truly analyzed by it, but there's still a kind of... ruleset to them. There are ways to pacify them, or invoke them, or bring about their anger, things like that, and one simply knows that they will, for the most part, work.

It makes sense, but religion...

[420]

We got rules too if that all be what you be looking for.

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[Does he want to know?]

Really?

[Apparently.]

[420]

Yeah!

[He starts counting on his fingers.]

Like, fuck, rules about the paint, 'bout how a motherfucker gotta go about living his fuckin' life if he ain't wanna get tossed in the pit, uh, all about the Vast Motherfuckin' Honk what our Messiahs did all foretell to be coming.

[That is like rules, right?]

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[Well, more or less, but not exactly the rules Darkleer is thinking about. Although...]

What are the rules about the paint? I understand that it's very important, but I never understood its purpose, besides letting others know what you believed in.

[420]

Cause when you get down with the motherfucking' clown, you be a clown first fore any other shit. It is up and to be reminding you and any brother what you get to meeting where your fuckin' faithpump lies at. That why it be cool for a brother to be letting down his face all with his peeps. Them motherfuckers already know what be in your pusher.

[He motions slightly.]

Also something what you can use to be knowing where another clown all be at in the motherfuckin' brotherhood. How high he be, you get?

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Oh? So different designs mean different ranks?

[420]

Yeah, like signs. Just like you can all be looking at a bro's sign and know what caste he be, you can see a brother's face and know where he go.

Uh, if you all are in possession of having that knowing, I mean.

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Yes, I'm quite aware. They were extremely secretive about that sort of thing.

Do you think it matters anymore, since Alternia no longer exists in your time and you are the sole indigo left? Keeping it a secret, I mean.

[420]

I don't know. If I'm like to be the only brother wearing the fuckin' paint it ain't like no motherfucker gotta know all that stuff, right?

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It's up to you.

[Carefully, he reaches over to lay his hand on top of Gamzee's.]

Whatever you choose to do, Gamzee, I am sure that you will do the right thing for the Messiahs you believe in.

[420]

[He thinks for a moment.]

I got a whole motherfuckin' design shit up on my ol' motherfuckin' top. You can see 'em when we like get back to the hive at, aight?

[If... they can start his computer. It has been a while since he charged it even. It seems silly when it doesn't really do much except serve as the last remaining database full of clown teachings. and viruses. Mostly viruses really.]

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[Those viruses are going to make him cry, Gamzee. Just a heads up.]

[For now, Darkleer simply pulls him closer and squeezes his shoulder.]

I would like that very much. For now, I simply have to finish something.

[420]

[you mean like the sixty toolbars on his troll internet explorer won't?]

What'cha making there?

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[Sob, son, no... you don't... need all those...]

Arrows. [He shows them to Gamzee. Right now, they're in the middle of having intricate designs delicately carved in.] For later this evening.

[420]

[They just appear like little miracles, ok?]

You gonna fuckin' be shooting some shit later?

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[They are not the kind of miracles you need, Gamzee!!]

Not exactly. They are for people I knew, once.

[420]

[Shut up, they just come out of nowhere of course he needs miracles like that.]

Like a fuckin' gift?

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[Gamzee, Daddy will make you all the miracles you like if you just... let those other miracles float off, okay?]

A gift...? Yes, I suppose. [A weary smile.] Something like that.

[420]

Bet they'll dig it. Looks real fuckin' sweet.

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I would hope so. I simply wish that they rest peacefully.

[420]

They sleeping?

[He is not dumb! He just... has no attention span sometimes. Most of the times.]