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]

Thank you, Zinda. [ He smiles back, the expression uncharacteristically tender but still incredibly fangy. ] You have given me much to think about.

[ And he reaches out, intending to take her hand and squeeze it, before he can consider the action in any way, shape, or form. ]

... Uh. So... what about you?

[ crushing it ]

[specialyellthing]

What about me?

[She watches his hand move, and moves hers a little too, to bump against his.]

I’ve basically lived two lives. Lucky enough to have been Lady Blackhawk in both.

[fuckingguy]

[ Fuck it! Fuck it, he's taking another step forward and taking her hand!! His hands are big and room-temperature at best, and nobody is surprised. ]

Yes. But if in 700 years, this is my first time being brought to the bottom of the ocean to kill people, I would assume it is also yours. [ deeply nandor of him that he has to start a sincere inquiry into her well-being with himself ] And also, that trial was some pretty heavy shit. Are you going to be okay?

[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.

[fuckingguy]

Yes, of course. You were part of the team.

[ (colin robinson voice) WE'RE ALL A BIG FAMILY HERE He squeezes back. Humans' hands are always so warm. (This is a real thought that goes through his mind and is fully articulated, like he's doing something here.) Even the non-Zinda ones with poor circulation. It's nice to feel, but always just a little depressing.

It has become evident that Nandor is alone in the world*, but it sounds nice, doesn't it? To be able to actually rely on his housemates in such a way, to think he would feel stronger with them around? Exclusively because he wants to relate to Zinda in this moment, he, with some effort, thinks back to the things he can historically rely on them for. Most are negatives, true — Nadja will contradict him and call him a pussy, Laszlo will neglect all else in favor of chasing after his own pleasures, Colin Robinson will bore him, and Guillermo will just Guillermo all over the place — but at that last funeral, they were all there for him, weren't they? ]

But, you know... we could be a team, too. [ ... ] I mean, ah, not just you and me, all of us here. Because we are still here.

[ This is what you get when he imprints on a DC comics heroine instead of hot scammer Cree Summer I guess! Jesus Christ! ]

And the longer we are in New Rapture, the more we're gonna know. [ And the better they can strategize to take the fight to Fontaine and brutally slaughter him on a more advantageous battlefield! ] I mean, clearly it is not the same deal, but...


*NOT YOU, GUILLERMO