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 Posted: Fri Oct 27, 2023 9:46 pm
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Quote: Old Lives (13) - Tombstones, carved out of an assortment of different materials, are aplenty in the Hawkins’ Cemetery. Some look more professional than others, but these were all clearly hand carved. Some graves have no name, only a blank slab, but more often than not each is marked with a name and date. The handwriting and skill differs and it doesn’t seem like there’s much consistency in who was doing the work down here. The interesting part is that some of the graves have years that predate Destiny City’s establishment, and none of the names on the graves can be found in any registrar or census. Right now, there’s no telling who these people were–or how they came to be buried here. For any history buff, this might be both odd and exciting, but for the average person? They might just leave feeling like there’s a sentence at the tip of their tongue, like there’s a memory just out of reach. They may dream of people they never knew, and conversations they were almost a part of. None of it makes sense; it’s impossible to make out any detail or understand any word, but there is always a desperate distress and a pleading cry. It’s an odd sensation–probably just fueled by your imagination, right? And yet, it’s difficult to chase the questions out of your mind.
When the old graveyard was uncovered under Destiny City, Fettelite was immediately drawn to it. It was a little dramatic to think it, he knew it, but he knew death had surrounded and tracked him for a long, long time... Even his birth was shrouded with the air of death. A younger version of him would be frightened by it all, whispers of the old haunted ones plaguing his dreams, begging him to join them. At this age, he was just... Saddened.
Would he be like this too one day? He wondered as he slowly walked through the boneyard, fingertips brushing along the tops of each grave as if asking them outright. Long forgotten, left alone with no one to mourn him.
Thinking on it, it wouldn't be so bad. His family was foolish, cursed, and selfish beyond all imagination. They all deserved to disappear eventually.
Even himself.
But such thoughts were too sad to dwell on for long. Especially not when his mind kept wandering to these graves. Something tugged at his mind, a memory far away that he could almost taste it... Yet it never formed a complete thought. Anxiousness filled him the longer he dwelt there and yet he could not pull away. Fortunately for him, soon enough he felt another presence, one much like his own. Perhaps they too came to mourn.
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Posted: Fri Oct 27, 2023 10:18 pm
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Each time he stepped out into the night while powered up, things got easier. The old weirdness that had left him staring at his own grave wasn't around this time and even if it was, he had someone who would be able to help if needed. The old graveyard was a place that he felt drawn to. Maybe it was because he still wanted to find the graves of those he had lost or maybe it was because he wanted to pay respects to those others had lost.
The old wooden case of his viola thumped lightly against his leg as he entered the graveyard. Each step was careful so as to not disturb any of the graves or offerings left behind. Some of the names he had seen looked so very old, older than his own family's name. That was when he noticed someone, much like himself, here among the headstones.
Thinking for a moment longer, over a memory only partially formed, he wondered what brought others here. This was not a place he could bring Liam, not when he was unsure of the other officer's opinion of the mirror walkers. Moving closer, he noticed a look of anxiety about the other.
"Good evening, are you alright?" There was that evenness to his speech again, now that he had pushed most of his own anxieties away as of late. "Do you come to visit those who have passed or to pay your respects to those who have no one else to?" It was what he had been doing, playing music for those who were no longer here. It made him feel better in a way, just as it always had in the past. Everyone had their own ways though.
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Posted: Mon Oct 30, 2023 11:27 am
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Nodding for a moment, he couldn't quite agree with the sentiment even if it was true. Even if he had a similar sentiment regarding his own mortality. Withdrawing his hand, he knelt down to open the case and prepare things. Working through the thousands of compositions he had played, he thought back to the ones he played for his family.
"I believe everyone deserves to be remembered or at least given some sort of respect after the fact. I have also seen enough odd things in this city that remnants of the dead seem like one of the lesser issues. Even if they are unseen and do not pay us much mind." He had seen more than enough over the years that ghosts would seem almost trivial compared the the horrors he had faced.
Standing back up, he had to think for a moment about his response. Everything he said always sounded so prim and put together and he didn't want to muddle that up. "I play because I lost many who I promised I would play for, those who I only have half a tale of. It may be sentimental, or odd as you put it but, it brings me some semblance of peace. Peace that is normally very hard to come by in this city." He couldn't move on, not completely, and at this point, he had chosen a middle ground. At least he had wrangled the demeanor and image of the calm and collected General back into place again. It made things easier in part.
Pulling the bow across his viola, that demeanor fell away as he focused on the music. It was a short little bit at first as he thought about the fact there was someone else here. The notes floated through the night air, breaking up the quietness of the cemetery. It felt a little more lively in a way as he went, moving as he always did while playing. Much as he had played the part of pied piper with his flute, he paced a little bit as he played. Maybe his song would help the other a bit as well, at least he could hope.
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Posted: Thu Nov 16, 2023 7:23 pm
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Noticing them scoot away, he felt a bit bad for making them uncomfortable. It took him a moment to think of how to describe the weirdness that had led to him avoiding his car radio because it had two parts.
"It is a bit of a long story, I had a bit of a scare with my car radio around this time of year a few years back so I had it taken out. My general, wherever he may be now, was also one of those conspiracy people so I panicked a bit when that weird thing happened. I never really got around to fixing or replacing it and since I keep fairly busy it just kinda faded into the background. I think, if I remember correctly, he thought the local airwaves did something to summon aliens from outer space? It sounded crazy then but with everything that has happened I wonder if he feels justified or validated with the arrival of the Valencians." Laughing a bit tiredly, he really missed Natron, even if he was kind of a wild card. The man was kind and had put up with all his questions and injuries over the years until one day he just vanished without a trace. It had been the straw that broke him after everything else had fallen to s**t because there wasn't anyone left he knew at the time.
Pulling in on himself a bit, even now it hurt. It was easier to be alright most of the time but he couldn't keep the pain of the past away all the time. He'd have to call Liam after this for a bit of reassurance again. "Halloween is always the worst time for these things, they always cause the worst problems I feel like." Even if this wasn't the same graveyard, he still wondered if he might see his name on a headstone again or have another shadow chase and attack him.
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Posted: Wed Nov 22, 2023 3:31 pm
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"That's a little silly, I think. The Conspiracy thing. Since I think alot of people feel that way too, but it ends up being us Negaverse members that cause the biggest issues we have seen. We do control most things at this point." Before he became powered, he had listened to the old members of his sister's gang talk about all sorts of silly theories like that, about how they were all being mind controlled or manipulated by some unseen hand. How ironic it was that they were entirely true, and that his sister had been once part of it. Sadly, that ended up leading to all of them being slaughtered by pigs.
... Despite all that, he smiled. That wasn't the worst time in his life though, all things considered, some of it was even fun.
"I don't think I've ever met a Valencian. For a while I was kept behind for paperwork, and only kinda recently was put back into the field. But you're not wrong, Halloween is a stressful time in this city, but some good things happen too. I got to hear you play, and that was really, really nice."
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