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moreincommon[The feed is dark, silent and empty until a hand strikes a match; the communicator is propped up to focus on three unlit votive candles on the chapel altar, Mark's voice narrating from offscreen.]
We've all been through some horrible things lately, things I'm sure we'd rather forget. But there are some things in Silent Hill that are worth remembering.
Zev Bellringer deserves to be remembered. [He touches the match to the wick of the first candle.] Dr. King Schultz deserves to be remembered. [He lights the second candle, blowing out the match after he does.] They were both our crewmates, fellow passengers who touched us, inmate and warden alike. Not all of us were close to them, but none of us are unaffected by their absence.
Everyone in Silent Hill deserves to be remembered, especially those we had to leave behind. [He lights the third candle off the second and places them in their neat, sturdy little row.]
Where I come from it's customary to honor those we've lost with a moment of silence and reflection. Please join me, if you'd like to.
[The feed records nothing but the three little candles burning in the darkness and silence for a full minute before cutting off.]
[OOC: Someone tell him about Kael'thas]
We've all been through some horrible things lately, things I'm sure we'd rather forget. But there are some things in Silent Hill that are worth remembering.
Zev Bellringer deserves to be remembered. [He touches the match to the wick of the first candle.] Dr. King Schultz deserves to be remembered. [He lights the second candle, blowing out the match after he does.] They were both our crewmates, fellow passengers who touched us, inmate and warden alike. Not all of us were close to them, but none of us are unaffected by their absence.
Everyone in Silent Hill deserves to be remembered, especially those we had to leave behind. [He lights the third candle off the second and places them in their neat, sturdy little row.]
Where I come from it's customary to honor those we've lost with a moment of silence and reflection. Please join me, if you'd like to.
[The feed records nothing but the three little candles burning in the darkness and silence for a full minute before cutting off.]
[OOC: Someone tell him about Kael'thas]
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on 2013-06-01 06:22 am (UTC)Yeah... Now I understand that this maybe wasn't the best way to remember someone, but the symbol it stands for...
The idea that someone around us could illuminate things for us, or could bring warmth – that's worth remembering and it's worth celebrating. I even had a quote about it all ready – [He digs in his pocket for the notebook that doubles as his warden item, flipping to a specific page.] "How far that little candle throws its beams; So shines a good deed in this naughty world."
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on 2013-06-01 06:40 am (UTC)The heavens themselves blaze forth the death of princes.
[ His lips twist. ]
But she didn't die. She was trapped. In a box.
Again.
[ It sits... very poorly with him. ]
Somewhere, she's a prisoner. Dead would be different. Dead would be free. Dead would be ended. Everything dies, Mark. But Zev Bellringer is not dead.
[ He ducks his head, and bites his lip. ]
Sorry.
Sore subject.
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on 2013-06-01 06:48 am (UTC)I didn't say she was dead, Megamind. That's not a conclusion we should jump to. But she's not here, and... And she and Dr. Schultz and the people and symbols still there in Silent Hill are worth remembering.
We shouldn't forget, even if it hurts to remember them.
That's all I wanted to say.
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on 2013-06-01 06:57 am (UTC)[ But he nods a little, lips pressed into a thin line, tip of his tongue caught between his teeth just behind them. A bad habit, something he did when stressed. ]
It just bothers me. The last really rough, bad port we went to, back in November, it was the Overlook. We-- we hid in a room and I taught her to make origami animals out of a Bible we found in the nightstand and-- we kept each other safe and sane.
Not going back there, and ripping that place apart -- by hook or by crook, magic or mad science... I don't like it.
[ He paused, and put his hands on his hips, dipping his head. ]
Huge downer, aren't I?