Let 'em say we're crazy, I don't care about that!

[lucetimods]

Who: Everyone!
What: The final day. Moonfall. Twenty-Four hours remain. How do you spend it?
When: The 30th, all day
Where: Anywhere
Summary: The last day. The end has come. The moon is coming down and piercing the barrier. Nothing can stop it.
Rating: It will vary.

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[not_a_bluesbro]

[Sure, he can do that; it's been a while... about a year since he did any real soul-searching like that, but for some reason, being tossed into another world after death makes doing all the things he should've done as a man of God much easier.

So he'll already be at the Memorial Garden, crouched down with his hands clasped in front of him and Cross Punisher discarded a little ways behind him. He's not very good at things like these... He learned pretty little despite his 'profession'. And he kinda regrets that, now that he looks back, because all the people he knew who prayed seemed a lot more at peace with themselves.

Bah, but he was pretty at peace as it was. Aerith wasn't the only one to bite the bullet early in life. Maybe he was messed up upstairs, too, because the only thing he really cared about was that everyone was doing okay.]

[gardenerofgaia]

[ Aerith doesn't bother him at first, focusing on her own praying. But after a while, she opens her eyes; lets out a quiet sigh. ]

Wonder who's listening.

[not_a_bluesbro]

[He looks up with a small smile.]

I'm not really sure. Guess it couldn't be God, if everyone's spirits are blocked off here. But at least it makes you feel a hell of a lot more at peace praying to the air, doesn't it?

[gardenerofgaia]

[ She readily smiles back at him. ] Yeah. Maybe it's because I can't imagine no one listening at all. "Blocked" or not.. this is a living Planet. There must be something.

[not_a_bluesbro]

Yeah.

I mean, we have spirits here. Who knows what else is lingering around?

And if we can talk to it for luck or guidance, even better.

[gardenerofgaia]

We could definitely use a little luck right now. I don't think it's real... it's still affecting everyone.

[ Especially as the earth rumbles again, Aerith leaning forward on her hands to hold steady. ]

[not_a_bluesbro]

Same here. They wouldn't throw us in a ditch when they have plans for us.

[He finally unlaces his fingers, sitting cross-legged.]

It's the same old aggravating psyche-outs. And if it isn't, I'll go down believing it, anyway.

[gardenerofgaia]

[ She lets out a soft laugh with her smile. ] Don't go anywhere without looking up, even if it's down? Makes sense to me.

I...trust the world and the spirits, more than the Malnosso. But it's still the same. I can't believe there's nothing to hear if that's a real threat.

[not_a_bluesbro]

Yeah....

Ah-I'm Wolfwood, by the way. Nicholas D. Wolfwood, preacherman extraordinaire.

[He grins.]

Lazy preacherman extraordinaire, but hey. I haven't had to do much for my trade here.

[gardenerofgaia]

[ She laughs at the "lazy" part. ] But you could still do something, right? [ She tilts her head. ] Maybe after this you can tell me about what you preach.

Ah... you're Vash's friend, right? I'm Aerith, from the flower shop.

[not_a_bluesbro]

Hah, you'd probably be pretty underwhelmed. I'm a pretty unconventional priest.

[Or overwhelmed. But like he's about to go into his life's story. It's hideous anyway. `_`]

Aaaah, so that's where you seemed familiar. I appreciate that you tolerate my friend despite how annoying he can be.

[He's obviously teasing. Er, mostly. But it's a teasing tone nonetheless.]

[gardenerofgaia]

Aww, don't be mean! [ when, you know, she's laughing. ] He's not really that bad...unless the bakery's out of doughnuts for some reason. [ oh yeah, Vash does have his silly points. lots of them. ]

[not_a_bluesbro]

Oh lord, wouldn't that be the worst day? You'd hear his complaining a mile away.