04-21-2020, 06:33 PM
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Masks, masks, masks. What was the big deal with masks? In all fairness, he simply thought the practice would be cool and badass. Then it spiraled into the identifying tradition of his little group. Now a big group. And no longer his. Funny how things worked.
For nearly two years, the unchanging founder watched as people set foot in the marsh then disappear, play his crude game in the cemetery then lose, charge into battle then die. Only a fraction of time compared to the centuries he witnessed. A grain of sand easily skimmed over when reflecting on the tragedy-beaten beach of his existence. But somehow, such an infinitesimal increment of years glistened more than any other bland grit on the shore. For once, he had company. Not all friends, sure. But the friend he did have actually cared about him. The single speck of memories would likely be the most treasured even as the tides ebbed onward, sweeping more sand to bury the prior layer.
When he glimpsed the false faces of fallen companions, his expression turned to that of heartbreak, memories shaking the cobwebs and piercing his gait like jagged rocks he accidentally stumbled upon while investigating. Amunet, Fenrisulfr, Malphas, Belladonna... where had they gone? Was cruel murder the fate that had befallen them too? Mouth still hanging open in the increasingly familiar shock of these times, Beck slumped onto his haunches. No, he wasn't going to cry. Not this time. Especially not after the sibling incident at the border.
Swallowing his grief yet grimacing at the lump remaining in his throat after, the poltergeist closed his mouth, only to open it again moments later, a fish unable to breathe with punctured lungs. Tired words staggered past gaping jaws, strained and strangled with hidden emotion. "I... I can bury them." He of all people knew just how important it was to respect the dead. It was from his own mutilated and scavenged corpse that he had spawned, unmarked and alone with only the nearby stream and forest for comfort. To settle the remnants of his past friends in the earth where new life could sprout and no evil could sully them again... well, it was the least he could do.
For nearly two years, the unchanging founder watched as people set foot in the marsh then disappear, play his crude game in the cemetery then lose, charge into battle then die. Only a fraction of time compared to the centuries he witnessed. A grain of sand easily skimmed over when reflecting on the tragedy-beaten beach of his existence. But somehow, such an infinitesimal increment of years glistened more than any other bland grit on the shore. For once, he had company. Not all friends, sure. But the friend he did have actually cared about him. The single speck of memories would likely be the most treasured even as the tides ebbed onward, sweeping more sand to bury the prior layer.
When he glimpsed the false faces of fallen companions, his expression turned to that of heartbreak, memories shaking the cobwebs and piercing his gait like jagged rocks he accidentally stumbled upon while investigating. Amunet, Fenrisulfr, Malphas, Belladonna... where had they gone? Was cruel murder the fate that had befallen them too? Mouth still hanging open in the increasingly familiar shock of these times, Beck slumped onto his haunches. No, he wasn't going to cry. Not this time. Especially not after the sibling incident at the border.
Swallowing his grief yet grimacing at the lump remaining in his throat after, the poltergeist closed his mouth, only to open it again moments later, a fish unable to breathe with punctured lungs. Tired words staggered past gaping jaws, strained and strangled with hidden emotion. "I... I can bury them." He of all people knew just how important it was to respect the dead. It was from his own mutilated and scavenged corpse that he had spawned, unmarked and alone with only the nearby stream and forest for comfort. To settle the remnants of his past friends in the earth where new life could sprout and no evil could sully them again... well, it was the least he could do.