Funeral Service for Adaman and Hodaka Morishima

[giddyundertaker]

[ An hour or two after the first trial's end, Hild and the Undertaker set out to invite as many people as possible to the Restaurant for the funerals of our dearly departed friends.

Why the restaurant of all places? Because there aren't enough chairs and tables elsewhere.

Indeed, some of the tables have been moved against the wall to make room for the seats. The chairs have been set up in four rows of six, like an improvised theater or a church. To the side, a small buffet has been set up courtesy of Obi, Mafuyu, and Hild. As for the main event? Two tables have been set up and decorated in black fabric and white flowers. In lieu of a live viewing, two drawings referenced from the profiles have been set up in the center of funeral wreaths... They're not the best, due to the artist's handicaps, but it does look like Adaman and Hodaka at least.]

Comments

[fuckingguy]

[ Settling back down and dropping his arms again... ]

It is the second. [ He says it very definitively! ] At any rate, in this place, all of my [ all but air-quoting ] "cool powers" have waned to nothingness.

[ Which sounds like, and is, just another whiny comment, but also: ]

What is even the point of having them if I cannot use them when it counts?

[inaclearing]

I'm not seventeen.

[It wouldn't have been better, really. It's not like Brett wanted to end up dead either. But like...maybe it would've been better, a little?]

Maybe I could have...done something. [Not that he's that good at fighting. But was Hodaka?]

[honeyedtea]

[ Oh, that's–

Aria doesn't call her Goldie.

Mielle blinks at her a few times until finally, her eyes seem to slip back into focus and she realizes who she's looking at. ]

... Miss Zinda... [ Her voice is still wobbling, but she sounds a little less frantic. ] I... f–for some reason, I thought you were somebody else...

[giddyundertaker]

. . . A what?

[ Sorry, the Undertaker genuinely seems incredibly confused by this turn of events. ]

No! I don't even know what those are!

[fuckingguy]

Then how do you explain you being so calm this week?!

[giddyundertaker]

Because our brilliant Mayor chose someone I hardly care about, that's why!

[ Great! Now he has to explain himself... At least he's got his profile to back him up. ]

I would have been more concerned if they put Lord Phantomhive in that box. You know how human nobles are, almost completely helpless without their servants... Even more so in Phantomhive's case, given his age.

[sastruga]

Well, then. Let's do our best to take care of each other, yes, Obi-san?

[kninja]

You got it, Little Miss.

[fuckingguy]

... Great point, if I knew who any of those guys were, but I would like to counter it with we are starving to death over here! I am not talking about some old man you know, I am speaking of...

... shit, are you feeding off this too?

[pairtner]

So it was that one...you really care about her.

[......]

If at any point you feel homesick or wish to remember what matters to you, I can show her to you as if it's a picture. I was in that meeting room for long enough time to memorize her appearance.

[Like some people carry pictures of their loved ones, she thinks. Aiba can depict her in a floating diamond, like she does when she explains something. The image can't say anything or acknowledge Obi in any way, but it would be a faithful image of her and Aiba figures some people would appreciate that.

Despite not being anyone's assistant in this underwater city, she attempts to assist others in some way]

[giddyundertaker]

How? I don't even know how to do that.

[ By the way, the current Lord Phantomhive is thirteen. But let's argue about that after we get this sorted out. ]

[specialyellthing]

Would you believe me if I said it wasn’t? [DC comics is wild, y'all. She gives his hand a little squeeze—- in contrast to his big, room temperature hands, hers are small and warm. Once upon a time, they might have been called dainty, but now they’re rough and scarred—- the hand he’s got now has two fresher scars, which are… interestingly enough to Nandor in particular, the perfect size each to be from a tooth? But they aren’t the right distance or shape for fangs.

Her usual smile falls, and she allows herself to be candid.]

But that was different. I had Huntress with me, and the other gals were just a call away. Even when things were bleak, I wasn’t scared. I haven’t ever felt this helpless.

[honeyedtea]

. . . Ah.

[ What else even is there to say?

Even with Mafuyu looking her in the eye and telling her it's real, it's hard to actually believe it. Less than a full day ago, they were a full group and Hodaka and Adaman were alive and part of it. They were all tense and worried, of course but–

It was nothing like this. ]

I'd hoped... that perhaps it was some sort of trick. Or maybe... an illusion, or a scare tactic to teach us a lesson. [ She makes a thin sound that doesn't make it all the way to being a laugh. ] I don't know why I thought our mayor was above stooping to this.

I'LL HAVE YOU KNOW THAT I HATE IT HERE!!!!

[bootyhunter]

[GRINNING WICKEDLY:]

Now that sounds like fun. ♥

1/2

[kninja]

...Miss Aiba...

[For once, Obi genuinely looks at a loss for words.]

2/2

[kninja]

[Then he smiles, as sad and difficult as it is to do so today, when he feels so small in their fishbowl under the sea.]

Haha. That's very kind of you. You know, I may take you up on that sooner or later. When I go too long without seeing her face... well, even I get lonesome.

[fuckingguy]

Well... yes. [ Nandor may be stupid (bottom text) in most arenas, but this just seems like common sense! ] But as you saw earlier, you bring it up, nobody's gonna let it go.

[ He says nobody, but really just means Misfire and Dandy. ]

[onemillion]

What a fascinating idea... I must admit, there's much I'd like to learn from the worlds everyone hails from. I hope that is the case.

[It seems a little optimistic, but optimism is appreciated right now after. All of that bullshit.]

[onemillion]

Hunger Games? There's media that covers a similar situation?

[Wow, that sounds fucked up!! But also Rossiu basically never has free time to watch tv or anything so he's no expert here.]

[honeyedtea]

I find it hard to believe he could get it out of his system so easily.

[ She says that with a pretty respectable amount of scorn. ]

But he won't have any further opportunities to make a production of it like this.

[fuckingguy]

Okay, perhaps it is true your eyes are not glowing right now, but I can never see them to begin with!

[visiblepattern]

...I've noticed that too.

[Both here and...well.]

There were some I didn't try hard enough with back home. I want to try to avoid doing that here.

[visiblepattern]

[Oh.]

...I think that's a difficult question to answer. Everyone's going to feel differently about it.

[But she asked what he thinks, so...]

I'm...upset about what he did. Adaman was a friend of mine, even if I didn't know him very long. Hodaka was also a friend of mine, and I meant what I said when I told him I didn't hate him.

I think I've already decided to forgive him for it. I don't know whether he deserves it or not, but that's what I'm going to do anyway. I just... I wish he hadn't done it?

[His voice cracks a little at the end of that; he's trying very hard to not let himself cry or get emotional right now, and it shows.]

[giddyundertaker]

[ ... It's an impressive feat to make the Undertaker shake his head and sigh heavily. ]

What am I going to do with you... Sir. If you are able to keep a secret better than you're able to hide your own vampiric nature, I can and will prove I am not one of these so-called "energy vampires."

[bootyhunter]

You mean to help other people?

[Look at him! Being optimistic instead of utterly and entirely shitty for once. Doesn't make up for even a fraction of all the titty talk, however.]

You still can! Guess we've all gotta work a helluva lot harder at it, huh?

The Mayor's a sketchy guy, but he's also just the type of sketchy guy who's givin' it his all to suck us bone dry, baby! [um] Which means that if you've got yourself some fancy-schmancy oogly-booglies, [read: superpowers] they're gone, but not forever! Probably.

Otherwise he'd really be shootin' himself in the foot, right?