Newcomer Memorial Center - Grand Opening

[deservesabone]

Who: deservesabone & Open
When: 12/3, morning
Where: The Newcomer Memorial Center ( information & reference page here)
Summary: The Newcomer Memorial Center is now open to the public. Feel free to mingle.
Warnings: Please add any warnings to your subject header.
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[There are several names here that Re-l is familiar with, a lot of people she's spoken to and who have disappeared or have died. She lingers on two names in particular, two friends who got to have their names etched in side-by-side: Daisuke Aurora and Claire Leonelli. With Roman in prison, she's kept one of her promises...but not the other. It still bothers her. It's been over a year since she lost her casework partner. It's troubling.

There are other names that she stops in front of, names of friends who have gone or people she just knew. She stands for a long time in front of Gin Ichimaru's name, frowning at the letters and at his face when she sees it there.

She finally comes to a stop in front of two other markers, though they're fairly spaced apart. One says Vincent Law and the other says Miles Edgeworth. It's there that she stays, looking at the lettering and watching the faces when they appear. There's no emotion on her face, though she absently touches the necklace she has that's hidden away under her shirt when she glances at Vincent's name.]

[troublesmells]

[Re-l won't be the only one lingering in front of Edgeworth's marker for long. After paying a visit to Phoenix Wright's, Larry walks toward his other best friend, hands in his pockets, a melancholy look on his face.

He knows where they are, at least. And that they were both safe, probably even doing what they did best.

...still, Larry felt a little ashamed when he remembered his shadow, how he had grappled with his hidden jealousy for them that night.]

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[She glances over when Larry approaches, keeping silent for some time to give him his peace and to let him pay his respects. Eventually, she speaks up.]

I'm sorry he's gone too, Larry. He was a good man.

[troublesmells]

[Larry was indeed silent for a while. Though he knew Edgeworth wasn't dead exactly, he took his hat off anyway, looking down at the marker. They, as well as Phoenix, had been through a lot here together. Edgeworth and Phoenix had warned Larry about Yaha. They had stuck by him when AGI ganged up on him and left him curled up in pain in his old apartment. Larry attended their trials, immortalized them into statues, and told them about how sometimes, he did feel like he was nothing compared to them.

He blinks, shooing thoughts of his shadow from his mind. Hadn't he accepted his jealousy in the end? Accepted that, no matter how he felt about himself or about his friends, he would always stick by them? And not just Phoenix or Edgeworth.

Turning to Re-l, he nods slowly, replacing the fedora on his head. For the most part, his goatee had yet to return to its former glory.]

Yeah. I know. It's hard to believe that he was around long before I got here, and he was doing so much...and then suddenly, he's gone.

[cowboy_newsie]

[When he sees Re-l by Edgeworth's grave, Jack slowly approaches. Unusually, he's dressed formally.]

Mind if I--?

[He glances over at her, not wanting to intrude.]

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[She looks up and then nods, stepping aside a little to give him room.]

Not at all. Go ahead.

[She isn't the only one who misses him, after all.]

[cowboy_newsie]

[He stares at the grave for a few seconds.]

Miss him?

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[She keeps her eyes on the lettering but she slowly nods.]

Yeah, I do. He did a lot for me and for this city.

[by_your_leave]

[ Fratley's uniform is formal enough that he doesn't bother dressing specially when he drops by: or maybe it simply doesn't feel right to hold to human practices.

His voice is a quiet murmur: ]

Is this how the dead are always remembered, here?

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Not always, no. But this...this is something special.

[In Siren's Port, as it turns out, most of the dead are cremated so they can't come back as monsters. That's what happens only if they're lucky enough to find the body.]

There are headstones, of course, in the cemeteries. But this is supposed to be a grander display of remembrance.

[by_your_leave]

[ Fratley's silent for a moment, studying Edgeworths' face little knowing the irony that they were to shortly experience before he volunteers, unexpectedly: ]

In the city I was in before my arrival, they danced to honor the dead. [ He hesitates. ] They danced to celebrate life, as well. [ Really, the Cleyrans seemed to have a dance for every possible occasion, and despite how perplexing he found it, it had been strangely compelling to watch nonetheless. ]

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They...danced?

[That's an odd thing to do. She frowns thoughtfully, looking at the hologram.]

That doesn't make much sense at all. Why would you dance to celebrate the living and honor the dead? There's no difference betweenthe two rituals themselves.

[by_your_leave]

[ Fratley's gaze is fixed on the horizon, a little distant, and when he replies it's as though the words come from somewhere else. ]

I did not have the chance to ask. The city was destroyed just before I came here. [ He cocks his head. ] We were of the same race, but... different. Lord Puck said that city was founded by Burmecians who disagreed with our king, long ago. Burmecians who despised war.

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A separate group?

[A group who disagreed with their king. A group of renegades.]

...Why was it destroyed? Did this king send people to end it?

[by_your_leave]

No. [ That comes out in a rush, and Fratley shakes his head more sharply than he means to. ]

No, it was... [ A god? A monster? ] ... something else. [ He hadn't gotten a good look, but he'd seen the Alexandrian airship in the distance, remembers the flash of light. ]

They were the keepers of a powerful magic. It kept them safe for many years... until another kingdom decided to take it from them. [ His voice feels rusty, unused. It's been so long since he last thought about home. ]