Later On, When This Fire Is An Ember [Open]

[legallygreen]

Characters: Anyone and Everyone
Time: 11:00 am
Location: 12th Street Beach on Northerly Park Island
Content: A funeral for a lost soul.
Format: Poster's choice
Warnings: Fire and sadness?

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[tinybutfierce]

Karrin walked down the beach wearing black slacks and a button down shirt. She had on a little bit of make-up and jewelry, but the make-up did little to hide the circles under her eyes from lack of sleep. Everything was piling up in Chicago and spiraling out of control, and this was the biggest indication of it. On some level, she was surprised they hadn't lost anyone like this yet. People disappeared, but there were no bodies so Karrin could only hope they were sent back home like everyone else seemed to believe.

Her eyes fell on the pyre. It reminded her of all the deaths that had come before this, of people very important to her. Karrin's gaze moved to Jennifer because she knew, somewhat, how she felt. Karrin walked over to her and put a hand on her shoulder.

[legallygreen]

Jennifer turned her head slightly, a smile almost touching her lips as she saw whose hand was on her shoulder.

"Karrin. Thank you for coming."

Her eyes were surprisingly dry as she turned back towards the pyre. "Did you have any last respects you wished to pay?"

She held out a rose to the blonde woman. "Here. For a small prayer or just a word to him if you'd like."

[tinybutfierce]

She merely nodded. She'd come more for Jennifer's sake than anything. Karrin hadn't known Neal but she did know that he was important to Jennifer. She would be there to support Jennifer, even if she didn't think she needed it right now

[legallygreen]

Jennifer was there behind her, and squeezed her arm gently. "Thank you. It was very kind of you to take the time."

[ofsunandmoon]

Stella walked down towards the funeral, not paying that much attention to the other people that currently occupied the place at the moment. She wore a black blouse and a black dress, thinking that it was something appropriate and all, since someone did die. Also, the clouds above them seemed right to Stella as well.

[lollipopamazon]

Amber had never been to a funeral. Before the asylum, she hadn't known anyone well enough to mourn them once they passed, and when girls died at the mental institution...well, you were sad when they were gone, but no one ever said that they were really dead. Rumors. That was it.

Her heels sank low into the sand, but it didn't bother her - she had fought on more dangerous grounds than these when Germany was overrun with their steam-powered undead soldiers or when she noted the ruined cobblestone of the dragon's castle gate.

Folding her gloved hands in front of her, she peered at the pyre. No coffin. Fire would be the safest way to go - purification and ashes to ashes.

[ofsunandmoon]

Stella hadn't been to a funeral either, that she really remembered. She noticed Amber when she finally came back to reality, giving her a not at the moment. Being a chatty person, Stella found herself not coming up with something without it ruining the moment.

Well, that's what she felt anyways, glancing at the pyre with a solemn look.

[theblackstaff]

He hadn't known the poor soul they'd found in Millennium Park, but Ebenezar knew that dark powers had used him, had ripped the life from him and burned that life in some profane way. And that was enough reason for the old wizard to attend.

His staff thumped with dull, solid sounds as he approached the site with its flickering torchlight and pyre. He didn't approach, not yet, but simply stood along the periphery, watching, and saying his own prayers, his own respects.

[hiptobe_eraqus]

Eraqus also didn't know the man who had died, but hearing of death in this place, especially one at the hands of darkness, struck him in an odd way. Perhaps it was just because it served as yet another reminder of a seemingly unavoidable future. But for once he arrived at this gathering of his own accord, and not with the expectation of meeting his apprentices here.

He approached the funeral pyre but didn't proceed all the way, stopping next to an old man leaning against a staff. For the time being, he didn't say anything, he just absorbed the scene and tried to sort out his thoughts.

[theblackstaff]

There was something about funerals, something that touched someone that had seen as much death as Ebenezar McCoy. They carried about them their own quiet, an uncomfortable reminder of one's morality, that yearned for companionship, a reminder that though death came to all, it had not come yet.

Which was why Ebenezar finally spoke, breaking the empty silence, as he nodded acknowledgment of the man who stopped beside him. "Damned shame. Damned terrible way to die for a young 'un."

[hiptobe_eraqus]

Eraqus himself was not used to funerals, although he was aware of them. You never really believed that a person was gone when they died; Kingdom Hearts had a way of taking deceased hearts in only to give them new life in a different place and time. Not to mention the fact that often in his line of work, there was no body left behind. But this...felt so final.

He turned as the other finally broke the silence. "Yes..." he agreed, his voice low and thoughtful. "It's a terribly sobering thought. Did you know him?"

[doomedtheworld]

Vin had no idea what to do at funerals. It was strange, given how many people she had lost in her life but none of them had ever died in a situation where they could be properly remembered. She hadn't even been there for her mother's death, having been taken away by Reen. She hadn't even known Reen was dead until years after the fact and things had moved far too quickly after Kelsier's death for there to be any kind of memorial

[legallygreen]

A familiar figure.

Jennifer turned away from the gathering masses and walked towards her friend, the girl she was so desperately close to, and was just glad to see her. Someone else was alive, someone she cared for.

"Thank you for coming." She said softly. "I know you weren't a fan of his."

[doomedtheworld]

Vin heard Jenn approaching and turned to meet her friend. She still didn't know what to do there, if there were any words she could say or actions she could perform to make what had happened better. She'd never found the answer while she was grieving alone.

"I never had anything against him. Just the demon in his head." She said quietly, then glanced away, searching for something to say for a moment. "I'm sorry."

[legallygreen]

Jennifer took one of the roses out of her arms and held it out to Vin. "Go. Say something nice to him. For me."

[crownedwithfire]

Hellboy -- was Hellboy. He couldn't get fancy; suits in his size took tailoring and short notice didn't really work, but he managed to find clean clothes, at least, and a shirt he didn't have to mangle too much.

He stayed distant, watching -- possibly on guard.

Neal had been a stranger; Jenn, however, was not. She'd cared about that guy. Prayed for him... for all that it has done. Still, Hellboy's hand found his own father's rosary, rolling the beads between his fingers in a familiar motion as he watches people come to say goodbye.

[legallygreen]

The tall red man was hard to miss.

Jennifer walked over to him, her hands still full of the flowers as she stopped in front of him, very different from the woman who had helped him clean out the ice rink. She almost managed a smile.

"Red...thank you for coming. It means a lot to me."

[crownedwithfire]

Hellboy looked down at her - it was different, those two women. He can't really imagine Jennifer, as she is now, grabbing his ass in combat, feral and free. No, this woman is -- smaller, sad; less grand, but more human. They make for a compelling duality.

It reminds him of -- himself, really. A sense of kindred. Only he was backward to her; a man in a big demon body, a human soul balanced in a sheath of flesh too prone to rage these days. He never turned it 'off'.

Some days he wishes he could turn into a smaller, meek man and be the opposite of what he is. But if wishes were horses, Hellboy would have a damn fine rodeo.

"Not at all. Never got to meet him, but I'm sure he was a decent guy," he says. Jenn's self-assessment issues aside, she doesn't seem the type to get involved with bad folk. Get duped, maybe, but her initial judgment was probably sound before that coin got involved. "And we all know where decent guys go."

He's free now, at the very least, and no longer being used.

[legallygreen]

"He was..."

Something made a smile actually touch her lips for a moment. "He was the kind of guy I promised I would never get involved with again. Suave. Sophisticated. Able to charm his way into Fort Knox."

The smile faded though, "He didn't belong here. They wanted warriors and knights, and he was a prince."