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

[dullshooter]

Really? Mate...that's grim.

[He feels bad for Nandor's inevitable fate. At least, maybe, he might find some freedom in abandoning clothes for good.]

I don't know what to tell you, we're just built to last this long.

[But that's a bit of a shit answer by itself, and he knows Nandor will point it out as such. He tries to think a little more on it.]

I mean, we had the war going on for so long that it kind of distracted us from the horrors of ageing because we all just really didn't want to die. Though, of course, the war seriously messed up some people's brains so I wouldn't exactly reccomend it as a good coping strategy.

[Ugh. He leans back. There's something along the lines of a laugh. A grin.]

Guess I could say the only reason I look 'normal' to you is because I keep up a whole jokey persona that rebuffs any assumptions otherwise...but who wants to hear that?

[fuckingguy]

... Oh.

[ It's a weird little curdled-sounding noise that ends up coming out of his mouth! He looks thoughtful, which is never a good sign.

This, of course, is not what Nandor wanted to hear, but it's also very familiar. There are probably many vampires who do the same, and there is simply nobody to ask or pick through their depths, because as a general rule vampires don't give a shit. ]

And the other Cybotroniums you live with. Do they feel the same way?

[dullshooter]

[...Do they? Misfire does a quick roll-call in his head, counting fingers up with the names.]

Grimlock and Spinister are discounted on account of the fact that no-one, truly no-one except the most experienced mnemosurgeons - and even then, I'm not sure - can possibly know what's going on in their heads.

[He strikes down two fingers. Next,]

Then there's Crankcase. He's just miserable. Actively miserable. He literally says 'bah'. He's also taken some major damage to the cranium, though it's hard to say how much that really matters. Point is: he only feels one way.

[Another finger down.]

Fulcrum's green. He spent who-knows-how-long unconscious 'til we found him, so he's all...sincere. I'm sure he'd speak of the virtues of continuing to stay alive and how there's beauty still to experience in the world, or something like that. He's that kind of guy. However he feels, he'll give you the softer version of it.

[Just one standing!]

Then, Krok. He's an anxious, twitchy, ex-strategist, and is obsessed with re-connecting with an old squad that are long dead in the ground. Hard to say whether that one was age or the war, though. Maybe both?

[With that lengthy explanation it's pretty clear: Misfire's crew are the wrong ones to ask.]