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.]

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[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...

[specialyellthing]

[Zinda lets out a low chuckle, her smile staying in place, though it's slightly sadder than usual. She's worried-- these symptoms aren't unfamiliar to her, but normally, she'd see them in a war vet, or a cape that's been through one too many bad fights. Not in a delicate, pretty young lady.]

It happens. Don't worry. [She perches down by Mielle's feet.]

Got a teammate with blonde hair who also wears black, and a bird name. Tabloids always mixin us up.

[honeyedtea]

[ Her expression twists into something not quite a grimace but not quite a smile, either. ]

... It's always... inconvenient to be mistaken for someone else.

[ She's got the slightly floaty, distant tone of someone who's not all the way back in the present. ]

It happened once. To me and my sister.

[specialyellthing]

Sounds like it wasn't too fun. [She's a little lacking in humor right now, but she tries to keep her voice light.]

Look. Goldie. I don't know... what the hell-- sorry, heck-- you've been through. Seems pretty rough. But you really can rely on me. It's kindof my whole deal. The Blackhawks were meant to fight to protect people who needed it, and to fight what's right, and I'm the last one. Gotta keep that legacy up.

If anyone here gives ya trouble, let me know, and I'll take care of it for you.

[honeyedtea]

[ Mielle's quiet for a long while but eventually, she gives a tiny nod. ]

Mm.

[ She scrunches in a little smaller on herself, fingers gripping the skirt of her dress tightly. ]

... Do you think it's something to be worried about? That... something like all this could happen again?