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. ]

Comments

[nothingsodivine]

He was in love with her. And she loved him. It was a beautiful love story. You saw the footage. He's got a shady past and it just so happened to come back and bite him on the ass in the worst way, but he didn't mean to kill her and that's all we gotta prove. True love'll win a jury, won't it?

[not when one of the testimonies has to be given by a guy that the police now know was emotionally involved with Jade, but Des is banking on that not coming up or bullshitting if it does.]

[driveangry]

Never pegged you for taking the sentimental angle. [ he looks in his rearview mirror ] I'd rather play the solid evidence against the other guy line.

[nothingsodivine]

Yeah, well, I've got my reasons. And my entire life riding on him not spending the rest of his life in a fancy prison for half-elf Italian songbirds, so if it's all the same to you? My pony is picked. He's gotta walk. And I'll owe you and your guy who knows a guy.

[And Des looks distressed because he sure crit failed that will save. He's been coming and going between being confident that his plot will work and falling apart in private. Anderson could tap on the window at the next red light and he'd suck it up and laugh in his face, but right now, he feels like he's going to puke in Liam's fancy car, because in front of Azrael and the Grays and even the freakin' Knights, he's the definition of confident, but in front of someone he knows he doesn't need to be fearless in front of, he's a mess.]

[driveangry]

[ liam looks at him for a long moment out of the corner of his eye, jaw worked to the side. and then hits the turn signal. ]

He'll walk.

[nothingsodivine]

[des breathes a sigh of not-quite-relief because he's a cynical bastard and the proof will be in the getting it done, not the promises.]

And that's why you're the one I asked.

[he rubs his face.] You going back around? I need to get my car.

[driveangry]

It's like you never wanna stay and visit anymore. [ but yes he's... looping around the block ]

[nothingsodivine]

What? You wanna gossip like two old dames? Sorry, baldy. I've had a hell of a week. And next week looks like more of the same. I'm close to something. I just need to be out on the streets long enough to get at it.

[driveangry]

And here I thought we could exchange casserole recipes. [ annnd he pulls back onto the appropriate street ] I'm gonna need everything you've got on Giovanni, secure channels. Probably hard copy, P.O. Box. Something like that. I'll work out drop details.

Leave the damn phones out of it.

[nothingsodivine]

You think I'm bad at this spy garbage? You should meet Archer sometime. I'm James Bond compared to that SOB. [he shrugs.] I'll get it. And if a big blond guy with a Scottish accent tracks you down? Tell 'em you don't know anything about me. That goes double for Hoffman. I'm pretty sure God will forgive you for lying to a priest if you're tore up about the idea.

[driveangry]

You meet the nicest people, in this line of work. [ annd he pulls over next to des' very noticeable car. ] Don't forget the bouquet.

[nothingsodivine]

That's what I get for being an atheist. [HE RETRIEVES THE BOUQUET. it is apparently worthy of allcaps according to my phone.]

I'll be in touch. Maybe we can get a burger again and not have it lead me into a clusterfuck this time.

[AND MAYBE YOU CAN RESIST THE URGE TO PUT TRACKING DEVICES IN HIS FOOD.]

[driveangry]

Diet wasn't working out for me anyway.

[nothingsodivine]

You gotta die of something. Might as well be cholesterol. [HAHAHA... IT'S FUNNY BECAUSE HE... can't die. Yeah. He's getting out of the car.]

[driveangry]

Watch your back. [ FRIENDLY PARTING WORDS, and then off he drives ]

[nothingsodivine]

It ain't my back I'm worried about!

[he... yells futilely at the sedan as it drives away. HE HAD TO GET THE LAST WORD... him and his flowers. he stares at them for a second and then sighs and starts back towards jade's grave.]