knightsoflegend | chicago ♔ weep not for the memories

WHO || Buffy, Spike, Finnick, Myri, Dawn, Archer, Elena, Kat, Gar, Mark, Burt, Des, Rafael, Violet, Francesca, Luthir. [closed]
WHAT || Eterna Jade's funeral service
WHERE || Temple of Corellon, Chicago
WHEN || July 8th, 2013
HOW || Actionspam

[ While there is no temple to Sehanine located in the city limits, there is a large church erected to the elven god Corellon, and it's there that the funeral service itself is to be held, before Jade's body is taken to be laid to rest. The temple itself is a magnificent sight, made to appear as if it's been carved out of a large tree. High above them, the ceiling is made to replicate the night sky in vivid, magically reproduced detail, even in the middle of the day: not a painting, but a maintained illusory spell. A full moon hangs there, surrounded by the stars, an appropriate setting for remembering the life of the daughter of the sacred elven moon goddess.

Violet, using Burt's funds, has taken care of everything, arranging for the priest here to conduct an authentic elven funeral service, and also taking the liberty of being in charge of all decorations of the temple for the occasion. The temple is literally swimming in flowers: jasmine, lilies, white violas and moonflowers - absolutely all of them pristine and white, with the exception of some sunflowers set for accent.

Jade's body is laid among more of these flowers, in a casket on a raised dais, also clothed in white silk. Even in death, she possesses an uncanny beauty that's difficult to look away from. Quiet, ethereal, mournful music fills the room, creating a very otherwordly, sanctified atmosphere.

Except, of course, as the guests arrive and begin to seat themselves in the carved wooden pews, it's impossible to miss Burt buzzing around, helping a camera crew set up in the back of the church. This tends to detract a little from the overall effect, just a bit. ]

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[The problem with being a temperamental fuck who doesn't cry often is breaking down in furious crying fits in PUBLIC tends to make you... well, angry.

So when Des bursts through the doors into the entrance hall, he finds the first thing to take his anger out on and proceeds to flip it over and kick it.

Basically that poor kitschy chair with the idyllic elvish carvings is firewood now. His listen check is really high (20 total), so he hears Elena coming, but doesn't turn around. Just keeps focusing on trying to reign in his emotions.]

Give me a minute, Myri. [His voice is hoarse... and yeah, he totally assumes it's Myri. Myri does these things.] I'll be right back in.

[She exits out into the hallway just as he's flipping that shit over like it doesn't weigh anything, and she can't help but flinch. Poor chair.

Still, she's not surprised that his first assumption is that she's Myri. Myri does things like this, has done it for her before.]

Myri's still inside.

[She says matter of factly, waiting to see if he's calm enough that she's not going to be pushing the wrong buttons by showing up out here.]

I thought I would get some fresh air.

[Bluff 19. She doesn't want to make him feel like she's trying to baby him or something by keeping him company.]

[Oh. He turns and there's a moment where even through bloodshot eyes and a tear-streaked face, one can just tell he's struggling to remember her name.

Then he just says FUCK IT and shakes his head.]

You came to make sure I was all right. I know how you kids are. [(sense motive 26) You can't bullshit a bullshitter, Elena.] I'm fine.

[Yeah, she figured that part out (wisdom 17), and she shouldn't take it personally, but she kind of does. She's only been living in the same close quarters as him for awhile now, and it isn't as if their group is new, geez.

She's also not a kid, wow.]

Yeah, I did. [He caught her, might as well fess up.] But I'd say it's pretty obvious that you're not.

[She's not harsh about it, it's just true.]

And my name is Elena. You know, Myri's squire?

[At least she's not just trying to up and cheer him up, because that doesn't work. Distraction works pretty well, sometimes, though.]

That would explain a lot. [Like you filling in for her. Doing her good Samaritan work. That sort of thing.]

Look, it's a funeral. People at funerals are generally not okay by definition. We get out feelings out, we go home. I personally just don't like feeling that much in front of so many people.

She didn't put me up to it or anything. [And she would have done the same thing before she even met Myri. She worries about people. Always has.]

I know. [She's been to a lot of them, even if she doesn't remember. But she's not naive and she understands death in a way no one her age should.] But it also sucks to be alone when you're hurting.

[IT DOES. But he's not admitting that, because highlander vibe and all that.]

I'm used to it by now. [Awkward pause] But thanks.

[But the dulcet tones of Rafael's nat 20 come from the door and Des wanders back over to it, curious, more than save. (19 will save AW YEAH)] All right. Come on. You don't wanna miss the rest of it. [He ushers her over, already planning to go back in, himself.]

[He doesn't need to. It's cool. She just gives him a nod at his thanks.

Her head turns toward the noise as well, giving him a small smile and follows him back inside. At least he seems better, even if she didn't have anything to do with it.]

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