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]

[ The last time Nandor went to a formalized funeral that wasn't in his own yard, he instantaneously went up in flames in the pews. This funeral isn't painful at all, physically, and it's certainly not as emotionally loaded. Humans die. Historically, humans die because of him, for various reasons, a lot. This was just two 12 year olds (or something) he knew for two weeks, neither all too well, being as mortal as all the rest of them. Paying his respects is merely part of being one with the group and basic decorum; Nandor should not, and surely doesn't, give a single shit about any of it beyond that. He still doesn't feel great about something, though! It's probably because he had a diurnal schedule today and got his identity and implied weaknesses put on blast to the rest of the group. Also, he usually has this one tall hat he wears to funerals, and it feels a bit wrong not to have it on now?

At any rate! He shows up to the restaurant only slightly late, where he (no shit) eats and drinks nothing, sits around looking tired and pensive, and occasionally makes a little comment like "more tasteful than I expected." Mostly, though, if you approach him, he's going to assume it's to talk about the elephant in the room, which is the vampire in this room. Chances are high he scowls, but the bite in his voice is way too worn-down to be intended as actual determent. ]

What do you want to know?

[ Later at night, he's up in the garden, examining the rocks around the pond. It will be like nothing happened, Fontaine said, and already, it is. Is that too quick? He has no idea because he hasn't done a single thing for himself in 11 years!

(The real sign that this might have gotten to him in some minute way: he completely forgets to cash in the vending machine tokens before he goes back to his room.) ]

restaurant, i'm sorry

[bootyhunter]

Soooo! Vampire guy.

[It should be noted that this is asked in the bluntest way possible-]

Have you ever hooked up with a bat?

[fuckingguy]

What, like, a bat?

cw: nsfw, probably some bestiality dear god

[bootyhunter]

Yeah!

[Said innocently...]

You can turn into one of those, right?

cw: nsfw, probably some bestiality dear god

[fuckingguy]

I can take on the form of a bat, but I am still a person, you weird little pervert. And a bat is... you know, it's a bat.

restaurant

[visiblepattern]

[Forrest will approach eventually, after he's come back in from the garden. No real questions, just...]

The offer is still there, if you find you need it in the coming days.

[fuckingguy]

[ Forrest is, in fact, one of the few people who doesn't get a scowl at all! Which isn't to say his face softens in any way, but it is what it is. ]

I will have to think about it. Giving blood like this is the kind of thing where you must take precautions beforehand... some of which we should not discuss here.

[visiblepattern]

Of course.

[...]

I trust you to know better than I do, and to do this in general if it becomes a necessity. You could have killed me very easily on Tuesday.

[fuckingguy]

Yes. Not to insult your prowess in combat or anything, it is just a fact that I could have ripped your throat out on numerous occasions.

[ It's just the kind of thing you think about, when you're a miserably hungry old man with a lot of reason to kill! He continues a bit more awkwardly, less because he just mentioned using Forrest like a chew toy and more because, once again, he can feel the conversation turning towards him being semi-decent. ]

But, as I said before... not how I would like things to go down. You were not the only one to offer an ear to me that night. Probably a sizeable influence on why I did not try to slaughter anyone. [ So, thank you. Thank you is what he is saying here, only he doesn't think every vampire is going to die in a matter of days now, so it's significantly harder to get the words out. ] I would not repay such kindness with more slaughtering.

Restaurant

[giddyundertaker]

[ Sometime after the eulogies and speaches, the Undertaker goes about mingling with whoever did come... Which included this guy, apperently! ]

Nandor... Good for you to come.

[ He wasn't really smiling until now. ]

[fuckingguy]

Yes. It is [ uhhhhhh ] a fine service, given the circumstances. [ And in a lower voice, but like, not nearly low enough, he adds: ] Did you notice how I did not let your name slip during the discussing of vampires?

[giddyundertaker]

Thank you. [ He would have said more if Nandor didn't tack on the vampire thing.

So the guy is utterly convinced. Nodding and grinning at that. ]

[fuckingguy]

[ HE MAY BE STUPID

BOTTOM TEXT ]

It is a strange line of work to put yourself in, though, you must admit. I mean, yeah, you get the bodies, but the benefits tradeoff...

garden

[specialyellthing]

[Its like Zinda doesn’t see him at first, when she comes barreling into the garden. As if killing a bunch of kids wasn’t bad enough, the mayor seemed intent on forcing her to deal with her grief sober.

She can’t sleep, and she needs to do something, anything in tribute, so—- here she comes, hurtling into the garden, right up to the pond, and belting out a loud—]

HAWKAHHHHHHHH!

[fuckingguy]

The hell is — ow!

[ Nandor, in whipping his head around to get a glimpse of this mystery yeller, bumps the side of his head against the rocks he was just examining. ]

Hey, don't just do that! If I were a human, I would be having a head injury right now, which— [ Wait, that's Zinda's battle cry, isn't it? Also, it is very clearly Zinda's voice, and also this is not a big garden and Zinda is standing, like, right there. ] —Oh, Zinda, it is just you.

[specialyellthing]

Aw, sorry Big Guy. [She waves apologetically at him—- she’d been so purpose driven she hadn’t noticed his huge figure out here, glooming around.]

Can’t drink to their honor here. Thought the next best thing would be to send em off with a real warrior’s Blackhawk cry.

restaurant

[sastruga]

[Mafuyu stops by as she's in the middle of putting bowls down, still working on having everything in place even now that people are here, it seems.]

Oh, Nandor-san! Actually, I just wanted to be sure-- I tried to make sure there's no garlic in any of the dishes, just in case contamination might be a problem. I don't know which particular vampire myths are really accurate.

But if there's anything else I can do to make things a little more comfortable for you, please let me know.

[........well, if nothing else, she seems to be pretty chill about the whole vampire thing.]

[fuckingguy]

Oh, Mafuyu. [ He's never actually said her name aloud before, so there's a bit of hesitance, but it's not a terrible pronunciation! Like, yeah, it's still in Dracula voice, but what are you gonna do? That's the default. ] That is...

[ Really touching for some reason?? What the fuck. ]

Considerate. It is indeed true that we cannot abide garlic, but as we also cannot eat or drink, it is mostly unpleasant to have around in the air.

[ and since he's now been put on the spot he's going to have to say more relatively nice things now-- ]

Eh... thank you for speaking up for me at the trial. I know it was all our lives at risk, but... I appreciate it. Also, you kinda scared the shit out of Misfire back there.

[sastruga]

It was no trouble, really. It wouldn't be right to keep going after you when you clearly had nothing to do with what happened.

Ah... and I just reminded Misfire-san to play nice. I doubt I was all that intimidating.

[Look at her. 5'4" and smiling so sweetly. Nothing to be scared of here.]

Suite 1

[hotpaprika]

[Jonathan leaves his room late at night. He wasn't hungry, but his head was absolutely throbbing from dehydration and needed some water so he could at least have the energy to cry again.

He freezes when he sees Nandor, but oddly enough not because of the vampire realization. He didn't particularly want to see anyone right now. There is a moment where he debates going back into his room, but he suddenly finds himself speaking without thinking.]

Evening, Nandor.

[fuckingguy]

Yes, evening.

[ It is not a good one, but it certainly is an evening! Nandor, wearing the tie-dye shirt again, looks up from his copy of Twilight. ]

Do not fret, Jonathan Harker. I have not changed my mind about eating you in the last six hours.

[hotpaprika]

O-oh, that's a relief to hear?

[HE DOES NOT FEEL RELIEVED THOUGH

Still something sticks out to him, and he gently approaches Nandor.]

So... you truly hadn't eaten anything since we have been captured?

[He didn't really know if that was a long time for vampires to go without eating, but it seemed downright cruel for Fontaine to just let him starve like this.]

Restaurant

[pairtner]

...nothing in particular. I already broke your privacy enough for a lifetime.

[.......]

Which is why I wished to apologize. I did what I felt was necessary but that doesn't equate to it being right.

[This definitely ranks up there as far as dry apologies go, but she means it]

[fuckingguy]

[ Aiba is definitely one of the people who gets the coldest reception! In fact, as she's starting to say the apology part, he's responding to the first bit petulantly, his arms crossed. ]

Yes, you did.

[ He seems to truly not see the apology coming, which is probably in large part because he was talking through it! There's a pause before continued whining. ]

And it was not right. That was much worse than the first time! Did you not think that I might be keeping it secret for a good reason before dragging all my shit out into the daylight for everyone to judge?

[pairtner]

It would be deceitful if I said I didn't think that.

[She was doing the same before she revealed herself to anyone who came across her in the meeting room, after all. Aiba even asked secrecy from those who figured out sooner than that some things. If someone had gone and exposed her, she would have been pretty upset.

Yet she did just that to Nandor, and right in front of everyone. How hypocritical that was never went unnoticed to her]

Which is why I decided it's only fair I came to apologize...although that won't be enough, won't it?