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Fu walks to the edge of the area marked out by Rust and kneels on one knee. Extending a stone hand to touch the ground he mutters under his breath trying to convince the earth to move. The contract fails uneventfully as the ground remains unmoved. Fu growls and it gets drastically warmer around him as he tries again. This time the earth responds though Fu doesn't take the previous failure lightly.
does touching the ground invoke the catch?
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Fu - Yes it does
At first the ground does not want to listen to the stone dog's call but eventually, like a petulant child, it begins to shift aside, a crack forming as the dirt folds in on itself, a maw of pure earth opening and it only takes a few moments for it to be wide enough to fit the body.
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Rust Kneels beside Greenteeth's remain, speaks a silent pray before carefully lowering him down.
"Be with your family now. There is no one there to take them away."
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Both Sam and Terri move to assist Rust Mane. They both say nothing, having been on the receiving end of his rage.
Marcus can sense the gun, along with its owner, leave his sensory range.
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Marcus moves forward, helping Rust lay the Changeling's corpse to its final rest. Stepping back, he waits for Fu to cover the body with earth as he contemplates the Mad Changeling. If I allow my anger to consume me as he did... The Metalflesh looks around at the rest of the Lost gathered for the completion of the Ash Run. ...they will put me down like a rabid dog. Good to know. Exhausted, Marcus wishes the Waterborn good luck on his next time around, then looks to his fellow Courtiers to see if it is time to leave yet.
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The Ash Run has been victorious, and the mixed bag of Summer and Autumn courtiers have eliminated the risk of Jacob Greenteeth. As the dead changeling is lowered into the ground and the earth claims his body, is this the fate of so many upon their return and the discovery that their life has been taken over? Is there any way to avoid a slow, downward march into the maw of a fractured mind? Who knows? Maybe it is part of the deal of escaping back from Arcadia, and why every day is a constant battle with a person's most dogged enemy; their own self-conscience. Days will become weeks, weeks to months and no-one else will ever know that the cemetery memoriam beside the lake holds one more departed soul.
End Scene and well done
Memorial Service
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