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[cadaverdaddy]

Veser Amaker Hatch.

Died on the second of January, in the year 2012.

Aged twenty years, nine months, and one day.

His guardian, Lee Falun, has yet to settle the funeral arrangements.

[A standard death notice, spoken in an even tone from the Undertaker. He's done this many times before. And thrice before with someone this close. Only in times

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[paysdelamour]

Veser-?

[The death of another loved one. And just when he'd thought he was through mourning his loved ones. God, what a mess this was.

Just something else to mark against the Port.]

... how... how did it happen?

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[cadaverdaddy]

[Undertaker's face is turned away from the screen, throwing himself into his work. But he replies regardless.]

Were you a friend of Veser's?

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[paysdelamour]

... I considered him a friend, oui. I am not sure how he felt about me, mais... hopefully it was favorable.

[He continues watching Undertaker, not saying anything else, but his eyes are still gleaming with unanswered questions he wants to ask, but can't, for one reason or another.]

forever~

[cadaverdaddy]

He would have it known if he disliked you, don't you think?

[A small snicker, hollow and haunting.] He was shot.

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[hybrid_prodigy]

[Here is a sad bitty.]

... Oh. I hadn't seen him around for a while . . . I'd kinda wondered if anything happened. [He honestly though Veser was still upset about Soul getting sent back, or had gotten sent back himself.]

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[cadaverdaddy]

[Ah, an unfamiliar face. Undertaker still has his back to the feed, so all the young man can see is a long trail of silver hair.]

He'd been missing for the last few days~ but he's such a troublesome boy, I'd figured he'd spent the night at a friends or something of the sort.

I'm sorry to say that I was wrong.

[hybrid_prodigy]

I hadn't heard from him much since Soul got sent home a couple months ago. I just figured he was really upset about it and wanted to be left alone, so . . .

It . . . didn't take long, did it? [He can handle death. He just hopes that Veser didn't have to suffer.]

[cadaverdaddy]

I would not call it a quick process, no. [His tone is unusually flat.] But I do not believe there is anything to be concerned about anymore.

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[gotsomebadnoose]

[The shade lingers on the opposite side of the table, sullenly watching Taker work with lips parted- silent prayers and unsaid words. Gods, his heart felt heavy. His insides churn and head screams. WHY HIM?! Of everyone on the island, everyone except Taker (and he thinks of green eyes), why it had to be HIM? His fingers grasping around the cord of his noose. Twist and pull. It felt like his mind was fraying along the edges, unwinding and splintering like the same rope clenched in his fists. It burned. It HURT.

Veser.

Lee exhales and looks skyward, biting the inside of his bottom lip to quiet a sob. When he closes his eyes, all he wants to do is..just...- slip. To not be here right now in the same room with an empty body that used to be Ves. Ves, the boy he basically raised.]

H-...he is s-safe now.

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[cadaverdaddy]

[A ghost in the grips of grief. An ironic and beautiful sight that tears Undertaker's eyes away from the body on his table. Though tender and beaten, sweetly sleeping, lacking the boisterous voice from those lips in a way that the once reaper adores, there remains in his chest the chill of loss. Something is missing, rather than something gained in the silence, as is normal. He can only hear that voice in memories now, for now, whether they are his own, or the whispers of the body itself.]

He's not here anymore. [It's meant to be something of a comfort. No, Veser is no longer with them, but if he's dead and not here, then he isn't a pained or lingering spirit either. He isn't cursed to the existence that unnerves Lee. And at the same time, by not being here, he could be home, where he came from

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[gotsomebadnoose]

[Assuring words for most, Lee's thoughts wander to what could possibly be on "the other side". People went home when they die here...So that's it? Would things just go back to how there were? Was Ves dead there TOO or did he make it back safely? So many unanswered questions tumbling around not knowing which way was up. He tears his eyes away from the ceiling and fixates on one of the only things left that really mattered to him in this lonely place.

He had his mother's eyes.
He looked like his FATHER.

When did everything go so wrong? He thought that, maybe being here with Ves would make up for what happened back THEN. That maybe, maybe he and Ves could leave the bad stuff behind. He'd be safe from his father and Lee would...well...he never would REALLY get over her. A silly notion.His features contort and twist, cold blue hands cup the ones holding his face, his head. Fingers curling under long pale ones. A hushed cry, an audible exhale of unanswered worries. He could FEEL himself slipping. It starts around his neck and crawls up,

action; i love you lee

[cadaverdaddy]

[So torn, Lee. Torn, tormented, tearing at the seams with no skin to hide it all behind in the most literal of senses. Fingers answer Undertaker's touch, stilling his fingers under the surface of rippling blue that is Lee's agitated phantasmal being. For a moment the reaper is left stunned, comprehending the physical touch of those fingertips- cold as ice and breathtaking. The ghost is touching him. This beautiful being so rapt with passion and anguish that it remains tethered forever to its abandoned physical form- this soul trapped in purgatory between life and death. Lee, who is by all definitions as close to the perfect blend between his silent and honest corpses and the vivid emotional spectrum of life as Undertaker has ever seen. And he's tangible

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[rhythminmysoul]

V-Veser? He...he's really gone?

[See Danny begin to break. Hello again Undertaker.]

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[cadaverdaddy]

Quite gone. Kicked the can, you could say. He is currently assuming room temperature. [His giggles are strained, but still present.]

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[rhythminmysoul]

...[The cat takes a moment. He sniffles and runs his sleeve over his eyes.]

Can...Can I see him?

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[cadaverdaddy]

I doubt you would want to see him in his current state. And I would need permission from his guardian to allow someone to view him, you see. [His head rocks slightly.] And Lee is quite upset. But if you wish, I can inquire on your behalf.

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[acemedium]

[Veser....]

[Another friend dead. This is quickly becoming the norm.]

[voice]

[acemedium]

[Funny, though, that the normally creepy Undertaker who giggles about death is unhappy. "Another son murdered...]

[Maya, when she speaks, sounds cheerful]

Hey.

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[cadaverdaddy]

[Oh, oh my look who it is how exciting. It's the little girl with all those wonderful auras. Even still, there's only a half giggle that bounces in his throat; soft and just a bit sad.]

Hello my dear.

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[acemedium]

[Sob... Why is she doing this...]

Do you know how to make paper cranes?