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resort_link2014-06-29 03:49 pm
andiwillfollow) wrote in resort_link2014-06-29 03:49 pm
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[The network gets greeted with a milky-eyed stare and a ghoulish line-face.]
There was another explosion. This time in the mines. Two people dead, no survivors.
[He and Boone searched as thoroughly as possible. He doubted anyone down there survived anyway.
He makes a small contemplative sound as he wonders if he should add anything else, but decides he really just wanted to make that little PSA and that was it.]
That's all.
There was another explosion. This time in the mines. Two people dead, no survivors.
[He and Boone searched as thoroughly as possible. He doubted anyone down there survived anyway.
He makes a small contemplative sound as he wonders if he should add anything else, but decides he really just wanted to make that little PSA and that was it.]
That's all.
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A funeral rite performed by summoners to ensure that the souls of the deceased have moved on peacefully to the Farplane, so they do not linger and become fiends.
[a pause]
But I suppose... that answer makes just as little sense, doesn't it? [A soft smile, even at a time like this.] The Farplane is the rightful resting place of those who have passed on, in Spira. Those souls who are not Sent and do not find their way there on their own inevitably turn into fiends -- monstrous creatures who attack the living. Those who remain in the world... are afraid, and angry, and, in their isolation, these feelings can only develop into envy and hatred. It is this hostility that leads the lingering dead to come together to coalesce into new forms -- to give new life to their unrest.
[... another pause.] Of course... It's possible that my concern here is unfounded. Perhaps this is a world that is not plagued by fiends. [Just as it has never known the wrath of Sin.] But... I would rather be safe, than sorry. [His smile fades.] And... I admit, although I am well-practiced in the art of Sending, there are... complications, that come with my doing so.
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This world ain't like mine either, but I think when people die here that's it. Light's out. Don't think them coming back as a monster is a real concern.
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Still -- I think, he said. He doesn't know for sure.
Braska manages a smile, because he doesn't know what his face would do without one right now.]
A blessing, then. [The urge to perform the prayer here is difficult. Braska swallows hard instead.] But, do we know for certain?
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It's been a couple hours and they're still dead on the ground. Not turning into monsters. You tell me.
[Quite frankly the obsession with the dead rather than the actual situation is more suspicious to Charon.]
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It isn't always something that happens immediately. It takes time.
[a beat] I suppose... either way, a Sending wouldn't hurt anything. ... I hope. [But that just makes him look troubled again. That still leaves the question of who is there to do it? Braska is the only Spiran. There may not be other cultures present who have something like the Sending. ... but... he... hrrrgh.]
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[Let's just make that clear first and foremost. The last thing they need is some weird ass ritual screwing up the crime scene.]
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[Flustered, and a little frustrated, Braska bows.]
My apologies. I did not mean to imply I would disrespect the dead. [No, that's the last thing he means to do here.] I'm just... concerned.