Memento Mori (Open)

[Samaritan]

Bishop listened with one ear, but for the most part he was lost in thought. Since his awakening and his progression on the path of Doom, funerals had lost...something. Killing, murder, war...all these things had kept their terror in them and Bishop had never lost focus of the irony, that he belonged to a select group of people calling themselves the Awakened, but had never stopped being human with all the gruesome implications this notion brought with it. Funerals however had changed. The terror was gone, the deed was done and only mourning remained. The transistion was over. All that remained were the people here and the passed on the other side. Funerals had been for consoling those left behind in the here and now, mostly in order to assure one another that there was something after. And since his Awakening, Bishop knew there was something after. That made funerals to him...not redundant, but...he was not sure. Maybe less of a necessity and more of an opportunity to take a look into his own self.

He slowly made his way up to the coffin, gave a small bow and placed the piece of lead on the stand. He then took a sharp turn, almost in mockery of military mannerisms and paced his way back to the edge of the room, where he had stood before. He did not give a look left or right but was lost in thought.

[Idun]

Idun follows after Bishop, she walks up to the coffin, and thinks, Thank you for your aid in rescuing Miach, Mr Rossi. I pray you are well at rest.

Crouching down, she takes a handful of dirt and then standing, places on top of the coffin. With a weak smile, she moves back to her place.

[Cryotic]

Orpheus hadn't said a word the entire time. Not while Kiko was singing, not as Tyria gave her speech either. He wore a meek smile and a thoughtful frown intermittedly all the way through.
Nothing is ever easy. Orpheus mused. Not even attending the funeral for a Mage he hardly knew. He wasn't even sure whether he was sad over Question's death, or simply angry that he couldn't do anything about it.

The thought led to the mystagogue chastising himself about it. What the hell was he thinking, Question was dead. That should be cause enough for sorrow. Yet Orpheus was questioning himself about that as well.

Nothing is ever easy. He thought again, agreeing to disagree with himself for now as he walked up to the coffin and pulled something from his pocket, placing it with the rest. A small box of that blue twisting powder for pool cues.

Orpheus suddenly felt absolutely horrible about the decision. He was being that guy, the guy who snarks a bad inside joke in the middle of a funeral. Getting away with it becuase he hadn't said a word.

[Miach]

We're past the one month mark, so I suggest we try to bring this thread to a close over the next posts, if that's alright for you ?

Miach had listened to each and everyone carefully, as each paid their respects to the departed. They all felt it. They were not mourning a death. They were mourning a loss.

As the Curator had said, the only way to make up for that loss in the world was to remember it, and walk its path in its stead. The path toward knowledge, enlightenement, and freedom. It was a hard path, fraught with deadly dangers at every step, but it was the only one worth walking. To Question, to Learn, to Grow, and to Spread.

The Acanthus's throat ached too much at the moment for him to speak yet, but he gulped twice, trying to regain his composure. Soon, he would have to say the final parting words and it wouldn't do to break down before that.