The Funeral of Harry Turkleton

[Dusan]

Juno didn't approach the grave; rather, she remained seated until people began to mill about and fall into place to do whatever it was they were doing at the graveside. After a few minutes, she quietly started walking away from the gathering. With all the activity being confined to the immediate graveside, no one would notice that the Manticoress had departed.

She wasn't Summer, so she perceived it as not being her place to touch the casket or whatever else was going on that she couldn't quite follow. Those testimonial actions were for others to perform by dint of their Court or any real connections they had with the deceased.

[Forn Clakes]

Terri Nutkins

Terri follows Rick beside the grave and picks up a small handful of dirt as only her petite size could muster and looked down upon the coffin, thinking about those eyes that Harry possessed. It was true that she had had no dealings with the King but his reputation certainly preceeded everything he done and he was without doubt a true psychotic bastard.

That thought made her smile slightly, the edges of her lips curling up of their own accord as she thought of the man who died protecting the Freehold she so dearly loved. Dropping the soil onto his grave, she held tightly to Rick's free hand hoping that one day she could sacrifice just as much for her home.

HAL

The Autumn King looks down upon the grave, light lines of his dark face slowing to a snail's pace as they crawl over his skin, red eyes peering at the bright glow. He thought back to the times they had argued, had agreed, had come to blows. HAL thought about the times before coming to Sacramento and the memories they had both shared, the vicious turkey and the counting clerk. A cascade of copper leaves fall from his shoulders as she bends to pick up a handful of soil and sprinkles it around the coffin. When finished, HAL places his hands back into the pockets of his midnight blue jacket.

"Goodbye Brother," he whispers as the late winter wind snatches away his words.

Gianna

The keeper of the commons takes a handful of soil and drops it onto the coffin along with a battered old timepiece. Gianna then nods towards the Winter Queen and the Autumn Sovereign before heading off, ignoring Crunk. She knew of his ways already.

Duncan

Duncan, the snowskin hockey coach, was torn about this whole situation. Surely, he had a part to play in this grief. If he hadn't had allows himself to be blackmailed by Bloodnose, surely Harry would be alive. Dropping a handful of soil on the coffin, Duncan moved to the edge of the grave site.

Emma

The blightbent was crying, trying her best to keep her head in this situation. If it hadn't been for Harry, she would have been alone. He had taken her in and looked after her. Now, she was nothing again. Alone and untrusted.

Crunk

King Crunk grabs a handful of soil and drops it onto the grave. Without a second glance, he heads off with his entourage, clearly ashamed.

[Frost]

Asia doesn't stand to put dirt on the grave. She remains in her seat, tears silently coarsing down her face as she watches all the other Lost saying good-bye to a beloved Soverign. She did not know the man and he isn't of her court, but the fact is a Lost has died and that loss will be respected.

She doesn't feel she has much of a right to participate in this funeral, but she will stay out of respect for those who did love him.

[Forn Clakes]

The service is slowly coming to an end and those still wishing to act will need to do so as the priest looks at those remaining, the cemetery workers ready to bury Harry for good.

[Sam Barkley]

Barkley finally approaches the casket for a final time and pours a handful of the earth to which his friend would return upon him and nods. "Goodbye, Harry," he whispers. Then he walks up to Fu and looks up at him. "Let's have a private word, shall we?" he asks him, nodding away from those mourners still about.

[Fu]

Fu looks down at Barkley, the glare of a sun visible in his eyes. He nods slowly still flexing his hand. "Alright." He shifts his weight ready to follow Barkley.

[Sam Barkley]

When they're at a distance where they can be assured some privacy, Sam looks up at Fu and asks quietly, "I intend to succeed Harry, Fu. Are you gonna' challenge me?"

[Fu]

Fu looks down at Barkley for a short time. He growls turning his head to the side and clenches his fist one last time then slowly lets it relax. His head falls back to looking at Barkley and he looks him square in the eyes.

"No....we may fight in the future over it but right now we need someone who thinks to lead." He taps Barkley in the chest with a stoney finger.

"That's you Hunter."

[Sam Barkley]

Sam diplomatically disregards the digit. Sellin' out already. "Aye, that we may," he agrees, wondering who would come out the victor if the two ever really got in to it. "Until then, Fu, I'll wish ya' to serve as Summer's Champion. You'll be High Noon, the face of Summer, and I'll keep the vigil at Midnight. Rustle up as many new recruits as you can; there's a few Courtless about, and not a few whose commitment to their current Court is questionable." If HAL can poach, so can Sam. "You're a paragon of Summer's strength, Fu. That will attract the weak, the Lost, to our cause. Do ye agree?"

[Derek Noble]

Derek says nothing, and does not approach the casket. Doing so would seem hypocritical, as he'd been so uninvolved in court politics that he had known of the man only as one of the leaders of the courts. He knew that shouldn't, and couldn't, continue to be the case. He needed to get to know more of those of the other courts.

He didn't feel a funeral was the place to do so, however, so as things wound down, he nods respectfully in the direction of the gravesite, then takes his leave.