04-30-2020, 02:57 PM
☆ HUNG PICTURES OF PATRON SAINTS UP ON MY WALL TO REMIND ME THAT I AM A FOOL. TELL ME WHERE I CAME FROM, WHAT I WILL ALWAYS BE: JUST A SPOILED LITTLE KID WHO WENT TO CATHOLIC SCHOOL —
Respect. The word fell from Kiira's lips so freely, yet it didn't provide any comfort for the proxy. If The Pitt truly had any respect, or discipline, then he wouldn't have had to worry for his sister's life just a couple of months ago. If they had any respect, they wouldn't have let Jervis remain in power until he was forcibly removed from the outside. Still, he didn't say any of this directly to Kiira. He knew how much she wanted the Pitt to be good now, and he wasn't in the business of crushing her dreams. Instead, he just mumbled gruffly, "We can only pray it's respect, and not something far more sinister." It seemed unlikely that Kydobi would be able to rig some kind of trap with the pile of masks now before them, but he wouldn't put anything past the ardent. He even felt a spike of anxiety through his limbs simply by everyone being so near to the Pittian offering. Despite this, he didn't warn anyone away, not wanting to give into the paranoid ramblings of his mind. War had made him far too nervous, apparently.
Glancing between Beck and Leroy, Aurum seemed to take a moment of thought, wondering what would be proper to do with the masks in question. On one hand, a proper burial seemed natural to him, given it was what had been taught back in the pride. However, Leroy's idea seemed just as appealing. Less traditional, but he did have a point in that Tanglewood was a place of strength and partying. They didn't back down or give up and give into despair when things got rough. Truly, those that had their masks here now would've shared that sentiment. After a long moment of chewing idly on the inside of his cheek, the angel said simply, "I think they should go up in the tavern. It only seems proper, to remember the joy and fun of their lives, rather than focus on the grieving. It could become a tradition that anyone who wishes to could participate in after they fall... that way instead of filling ourselves with remorse and regrets, we make sure they know how much we cared." It only seemed logical to him. However, he knew that there was something he was overlooking. Something he needed to rectify. Looking towards Beck, the proxy mumbled softly, "However... Beck has been here longer than any of us. He probably knew everyone that these masks belonged to... so I think the ultimate decision of how they should be remembered should be his." He wasn't trying to pile responsibility atop the ghost's shoulders – he just wanted him to be able to have control over his fallen friends.
[div style="text-align: right; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: 0px 0px 2px #1B1B2F; font-size: 24px;"][color=#44437F]— AURUM
#psychosocial.Glancing between Beck and Leroy, Aurum seemed to take a moment of thought, wondering what would be proper to do with the masks in question. On one hand, a proper burial seemed natural to him, given it was what had been taught back in the pride. However, Leroy's idea seemed just as appealing. Less traditional, but he did have a point in that Tanglewood was a place of strength and partying. They didn't back down or give up and give into despair when things got rough. Truly, those that had their masks here now would've shared that sentiment. After a long moment of chewing idly on the inside of his cheek, the angel said simply, "I think they should go up in the tavern. It only seems proper, to remember the joy and fun of their lives, rather than focus on the grieving. It could become a tradition that anyone who wishes to could participate in after they fall... that way instead of filling ourselves with remorse and regrets, we make sure they know how much we cared." It only seemed logical to him. However, he knew that there was something he was overlooking. Something he needed to rectify. Looking towards Beck, the proxy mumbled softly, "However... Beck has been here longer than any of us. He probably knew everyone that these masks belonged to... so I think the ultimate decision of how they should be remembered should be his." He wasn't trying to pile responsibility atop the ghost's shoulders – he just wanted him to be able to have control over his fallen friends.
[div style="text-align: right; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: 0px 0px 2px #1B1B2F; font-size: 24px;"][color=#44437F]— AURUM
— Reggan