chicago ♔ bury me deep just to cover my sins

[romanticidal]

♬ Ave Maria - Warshaw Philharmonic Orchestra

WHO || Buffy, Spike, Finnick, Myri, Dawn, Archer, Elena, Kat, Gar, Mark, Burt, Des, Rafael, Violet, Francesca, Luthir, and more~ [closed]
WHAT || Jade's burial.
WHERE || A cemetery, Chicago, IL
WHEN || July 8, 2013 [backdated]
HOW || Actionspam

[ As the processional exits the church following after the casket, the Knights and co. might be surprised that a rather large crowd has gathered out here, apparently holding some kind of intense candlelight vigil in jade's honor, now that twilight is beginning to fall. Those who take a gander over at Burt might almost see the halo of innocence over his head as he avoids eye contact doo doo doo.

Either way, the cameras don't follow for this part, and so everyone just gets to participate in the slow walk past crying eyes of strangers who didn't even know Jade or Rafael or any of them, towards the nearby cemetery, where they position around the still open at the top casket as its placed next to the grave that will house her.

The priest begins to intone in elvish once more: final funeral rites, the long farewell bid to their kind, and the promise of reunion in the lands of light. ]

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[nothingsodivine]

[Des pointedly refused to be a pallbearer, because he already tore himself open in front of the gods and everyone and he didn't need to contribute anything more than that.

Since he was standing by the door, he walks out first, ahead of the casket and gets to see all the gathered people firsthand. He stares at them. He waits for the casket and the rest of the procession to pass him by, and then he falls into step on Burt's left side and doesn't say a word until they reach the burial site- at which point he leans in and whispers in a slightly threatening manner.]

Love the groupies. Nice touch. [(intimidate... 28) he is apparently determined to ruin Burt's day by being all I-grin-but-only-because-I'm-threatening-to-rip-your-lungs-out-right-now-without-saying-it.]

[starfucker]

[ wow burt actually... doesn't look like he's going to wet himself. he's obviously a bit unsettled by des still, but he sounds defensively confident as he says in a low voice: ] Hey, don't forget who agreed to foot the bill for this, and to make with the sexy eulogy. You all owed me. A little bit of footage for the DVD extras isn't gonna kill anybody. [ a beat ] Bad choice of words, maybe.

[watcherjunior]

[ Dawn's been quiet through this. She doesn't know quite how she should feel during everything -- she's sad because someone has died, and it's someone important to people who are important to her and someone she had met but didn't know all that well. She's uncomfortable because... well, she didn't know Jade all that well and now she's died. And when she moves her panty hose keep creeping down while her underwear is creeping up and she's pretty sure it's bad etiquette to pick at that region right now.

There's also this quivering sense memory under her skin that tells her that she's seen enough funerals and watched enough people die that she's angry about it, that Jade shouldn't have died and this is so stupid. If they are in the business of helping, then why couldn't they help her? Why couldn't they stop this?

She starts to take a deep breath as she follows out of the church, and instead chokes on a soft sob. She ducks her head to scrub her eyes with the heel of her hand. This is the moment she probably should have thought ahead for and brought a handkerchief or grab a handful of tissues. ]

[graveflowers]

[This is the part Vi wants to ignore, if she could take a pass on this it would be swell. Speeches and preparations and weeping in a church still made it feel like some abstract concept, like it wasn't completely final.

But a burial... That lends a sense of permanency to it that makes her nauseated, all the last few days' strength crumbling. She's not surprised to find she is shaking a little, but she sets her shoulders and tries to breathe and focus. She still has to keep her promise to Jade and make sure the necklace is buried with her. She only hasn't done it yet because she doesn't want that evil in the casket with Jade. That was why she hadn't kept her own necklace -- though she doubts Jade really expected her to -- and instead given that to the dead half-goddess.

She also isn't going to let go of Luthir for the time being, so there's some more PDA that he has to deal with... Though her voice, soft, is surprisingly steady even if the rest of her is not. She has given up on not crying.] It would be rude to run away right now. I feel like that would be rude. Right?

[luthir]

[ it's alright, he doesn't seem too concerned, actually. he squeezes the hand he's holding, one arm around her still. ] She would desire your presence here, Helillóte.

[slay]

[ that's ok buffy is backing up des' intimidate with a 23 of her own. she grabs burt's sleeve, teeth flashing as she sneers her words through a tight jaw to keep her voice down. ]

And if we'd known this was a part of the deal, we'd have skipped the whole thing. Do you even have a soul? Call off your show dogs, or it'll be your funeral they take footage of next.

[ she shoves him back, not bothering to witness if he follows through on her demand because she just ... feels better for making it. at least she defended the honor of jade's funeral and made it clear this circus isn't what she'd have wanted. she turns, spots dawn crying, and is immediately drawn in by the sight like a magnet. she reaches an arm around the girl, despite having only sparsely spoken to her in all that's happened since she joined up - it's been too chaotic to really get to know any of the newer members of their team.

she doesn't say anything, because there's nothing to say to make it better. she just offers silent comfort by keeping her arm slung around the slightly taller girl's shoulders, rubbing her opposite arm. ]

[starfucker]

[ JESUS THEY'RE EVERYWHERE. buffy grabbing him makes him jump, and when she's wandered off, he runs a hand through his hair and mutters almost inaudibly: ] Christ, that was all of it, oh-fucking-kay?

[graveflowers]

[Violet looks around at her friends in vary stages of grief and upset before she looks up and answers in the most defeated tone:] Except she's dead. Dead people don't desire anything. It's one of the advantages of being dead.

[nothingsodivine]

Can't fight city hall, Becksworth. [Des has lowered his righteous indignation to a scowl of disapproval, but he's pretty impressed with Buffy's manliness right there.] Especially when city hall's this pissed off.

[That said, he finally sucks in a breath and moves closer to the where they're laying the casket. He's had his moment to avoid this. It's time to stop running from it and actually face it.

Jade's not the first person he's buried. He's buried every person he's ever known and will continue to do that for the rest of his life. Funerals don't bother him. If anything, he's desensitized to the concept. There's no fear in the act of burying someone.

There is, however, a whole lot of shame associated with it, because Jade didn't want to die and it's not fair that he's practically gagging for it and she's the one who's in that casket. Every time he looks at her, that's all he can think. She should be the one on this side of things.

It ought to be raining right now.]

MEANWHILE

[65]

[finnick has taken it upon himself to lead burt to ... a completely different part of the graveyard. where did you think they were going to go??]

You have to forgive them, tensions are running high. And, well, we may not have been completely forthright with you. I'm willing to answer as much as I can — mostly. [a half-smile creeps up on his face.] The rest might require a confidentiality agreement. [and yet ... diplomacy 28.]

[starfucker]

Confidentiality agreement? [ well now he's ... more intrigued ] What shit-encrusted circle of fresh hell is this?

[65]

That sort of thing? Is exactly what would go in the confidentiality agreement. [shrug. even when he's being an asshole, it's kawaii and endearing.] It's not like we don't have common goals, though. If we can find a way to discredit your brother, everyone wins.

[starfucker]

Why does everything always come back around to that dickweed? [ the wheels they are a turnin ] So what, you're all working with that 'manager' detective of yours in looking into his business practices?

[65]

[ ... sure, why not. close enough.] Something like that. We have reason to believe he's leading a cult. I don't suppose you'd know anything about it?

[starfucker]

Something to do with those churches he's cutting checks to?

[65]

Yes, actually. Everything to do with that.

[starfucker]

Say the word scien-fucking-tology and I will cuntpunch you back into your mother.

ELSEWHERE

[driveangry]

[ it's as des is leaving his voicemail that he finally notices the black sedan parked along the road in front of the cemetery gates. and as he hangs up from leaving his voicemail, the tinted driver's side window rolls down. and there sits liam, holding up his phone in one hand, cocking an eyebrow like an asshole at him.

sup. ]

[nothingsodivine]

[Des gives him the DEATH GLARE OF ULTIMATE DESTINY and hangs up his phone before stalking over.] I bet your curtains really do suck, jackass. And I hope whatever five dollar trick's been keeping you occupied the past three days gave you something penicillin don't cure.

[He missed you.]

[driveangry]

[ did you miss his gravelly voice too. as he slides his phone into his pocket, and looks past des into the cemetery. ] You've got a lot of nerve, you know.

[nothingsodivine]

For what? Telling Hoffman to shove it up his ass? He wanted an object, not a girl. And now she's dead because of this fucking gang war I'm all mixed up in. You're the one who put me on the job- you owe me.

[driveangry]

You were quick to act like she was a dead end on the Talisman business, but someone apparently thought otherwise. [ he nods to the graveyard as if to punctuate BECAUSE THEY KILLED HER OVER IT. ] And so did you, I take it, since a year later, who should show his smug mug on stage after she gets whacked, but the asshole who takes to calling my company line up every day after the fact.

Hoffman's not happy.

[nothingsodivine]

She was a dead end on the Talisman. Whoever killed her didn't get the memo. [(Bluff 36. He leans in and lowers his voice so no one will overhear.] You and Hoffman are both missing the point. Chad Becksworth and his little bullshit choir are the people you want, and if Rafael Giovanni doesn't walk, I don't get Becksworth. Or his man in Andres.

[driveangry]

[ he looks slightly skeptical as he stares up at des, but finally glances forward ] So you have been working this case for a year. And didn't see fit to share until now because...?

[nothingsodivine]

Because I'm a strong black woman who doesn't need no man. [God, Liam. WHY CAN'T YOU JUST BE HAPPY HE HAS INFORMATION.] It's personal. I'm telling you now. Do we really have to split hairs over the details? The point is I could have told you to fuck off, but Hoffman's in a position to screw my life to kingdom come and I need you guys to not do that.