[text] @five [open]

[fogey]

[ well, there's no way to say it, except to say it, so: ]

One of us died today. Big guy, blond hair. I don't know his name. I found his body.

[ that's his schtick, isn't it? finding bodies. ]

What I do know is that he fell on some rocks near the beach. Looks like an accident, no foul play. The fall shouldn't have killed him.

[ could've, if the bastard really were that unlucky, but it's unlikely. besides: ]

But it did break his lantern. Seems like Winters was telling the truth about that after all. Before anyone asks:

1) No, I didn't see it happen.
2) Yes, I checked for a pulse.
3) No, I didn't do it.

[ juST COVERING HIS BASES THERE ]

One more thing. I had to step away to get my tablet. When I came back, both he and his lantern were gone. No one else was here, I'm positive. They just vanished into thin air.

[ ooc | so as of today, rosinante (callada) is dead :C feel free to threadjack in this post and use it for discussion or whatever! ]

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[voktys]

In a manner of speaking.

[ it's been only so many days, really. ]

His name was Rosinante. I wonder if we should do something in his honour?

[fogey]

Rosinante.

[ he'll remember that, when answering the rest. ]

I'll leave that to you and those who knew him.

[voktys]

Fair enough.

⟪ She hums, and then goes on. ⟫

He stood at taller than nine foot. Whatever took his body must have been gargantuan.

[fogey]

Invisible, maybe. But silent, too. Something that big would make a lot of noise. Not to mention leave footprints in the sand.

[voktys]

Or be able to take flight.

⟪ Almost as disconcerting a thought, really. ⟫

[fogey]

Or we could have another person -- or creature -- around here who can teleport.

[voktys]

Who can do what?

⟪ 'five' can't possibly mean what she thinks they mean, right? ⟫

[fogey]

Disappear from one place and appear in another, in layman's terms. More like bending space to create the shortest distance between two points.

[voktys]

I would rather have it be wings.

⟪ it isn't an attempt at a joke, not really. ⟫

And so little of this place is explored yet. We have no way of finding the body.

[fogey]

Apparently, we may be able to expect him in the church sooner or later.

[voktys]

Then I suppose I will be among the first to know. Perhaps this will solve the mystery of the trapdoor.

[fogey]

What does the trapdoor have to do with anything?

[voktys]

Attempts have been made to break it open. There is... something down there, and it seemed none too kindly.

⟪ to put it mildly. ⟫

The two men from the harbour mentioned revivals and ⟪ the mysterious hozier whom they have alerted with the clap of their cheeks ⟫ whatever is down there may be related.

@dysmas :// voice

[chardismastic]

[ cue a slightly annoyed sigh ] Just include him in your next round of eleisons. You do plenty of those already.

[voktys]

I cannot perform the rites without breathing fire into his lungs, so unless you are hiding his body beneath your dedicated heathen speeches, your commentary is not so useful.

[chardismastic]

[ um

rafe would ask if she meant actual fire into actual lungs but. he's already met the woman — she doesn't seem the metaphor type. ]

...Wow. Memorials must be something back home.

[voktys]

Of course. The dead have left Hell and ascended to the Hall of Light, it must be celebrated.

[chardismastic]

Sounds like a real hootenanny, what with all the fire.

[voktys]

Why would there be owls?

[ is... is there anything else that hoots? ]

[chardismastic]

[ you can hear rafe open his mouth, inhaling and preparing to answer, before he just. stops. okay, regrouping and attempting this one more time. god. ]

There are no owls. It's a general word for a party. That's all.

[voktys]

You are an awfully confusing man.

⟪ oh yes, that's judgment. ⟫

[chardismastic]

[ y'know whAT ]

It's not my word, all right, it's a regional thing. My point to be taken from all this is you can do a memorial without burning something.

[voktys]

Yes, you can. Just as well as you can eat a spoonful of butter without bread – it simply won't make it good or wise or enjoyable.

⟪ strong funeral feelings. what's next? a wedding during which no one jumps a ditch fire? ⟫

[chardismastic]

All right, maybe th- [ Sorry, rewind. ] Enjoyable?

[voktys]

Ah, you are almost Westerosi in your sentiment. ⟪ Dismissive, that. ⟫ You leave hell behind when you die. You will be free of pain, of sadness, of the terrors which lurk in the night. Of course it is a celebration.