02-28-2021, 03:43 AM
It wasn't of a huge surprise to Aurum that most didn't know a lot about the old mask tradition. Mulder in particular wasn't much of a surprise, considering he had only arrived very recently. Offering the other a small smile, the tiger nodded along with Atbash and Moth's words, explaining, "Like they said, it's a tradition within the group. Don't worry, it won't be long until I hold a new mask vigil for everyone to participate in. And if you participate and succeed, you'll get to design a mask of your own." Something told him that Mulder's mask would have something to do with aliens, or the occult. It just seemed obvious, given the other's interests.
Turning his gaze then towards Atbash, Aurum's smile faltered slightly at the mention of Vigenere. Not because he disliked any talk of the other, but simply because hearing the other's name still caused a bit of a sting. Moth had already answered her initial question, but the luminary still found himself explaining, shifting a little, "Ah... yeah, he did have one. It's... it's actually hung up in the swamp now, as part of the tradition to ward off bad spirits or bad karma. I had to go and get it after it was tossed aside when he... you know." He gestured vaguely with a paw, knowing full well that they would get what he was saying. It had been painful, going back to get the mask, but no more painful than getting what remained of Vigenere's body. He then muttered, briefly looking down at his paws, "I can take you to go and see it, at some point..." He wouldn't mind taking Atbash there, even if he wasn't sure of how well he'd hold it together.
Moth didn't seem to have any major questions for the moment, so the angel just nodded in her direction before moving in to Arrow, watching as the vassal inspected the badges. He found himself smiling slightly, chuckling as she spoke about the old badges and titles she had – and still had, technically. Unfortunately, things turned from rather carefree when Arrow's gaze stopped on the hallow badge, and she gave her reason for why she wanted it. Immediately Aurum felt as though he had been punched in the gut, although he didn't show it besides a slight hitch in his breath. He hadn't meant for such a simple class – meant to be fun – to bring up two of his dead friends. Still, he supposed he couldn't just avoid talking about them forever. So, after a moment of silence, Aurum nodded and pushed the badge forward, muttering, "Ah... yeah, of course you can. She probably would've wanted you to have hers, really, but... I don't know where that one is." It was probably buried along with her, most likely.
The arrival of Siborno finally seemed to yank the tiger out of his own mind, his blue eyes blinking at his boyfriend for a moment before a smile returned to his face. He moved to briefly press his head against the other's fluffy chest, speaking after a soft chuckle, "Hey, Sib... nice to see you join us. You really didn't have to leave bed when I did, though." He then offered the other another little smile, before stepping back behind his table of supplies. He shook his head briefly, hoping to shake off the unsettling and unhappy feelings he had been reliving just a moment before. He then asked the crowd of those gathered, smile on his muzzle, "So, uh... what would you all like to start with? Or, I guess, hear about first? The actual carving of the masks, or the adding badges to them?" He just needed to return to the subject at hand. If he just focused on that, then grief wouldn't be able to swallow him.
Turning his gaze then towards Atbash, Aurum's smile faltered slightly at the mention of Vigenere. Not because he disliked any talk of the other, but simply because hearing the other's name still caused a bit of a sting. Moth had already answered her initial question, but the luminary still found himself explaining, shifting a little, "Ah... yeah, he did have one. It's... it's actually hung up in the swamp now, as part of the tradition to ward off bad spirits or bad karma. I had to go and get it after it was tossed aside when he... you know." He gestured vaguely with a paw, knowing full well that they would get what he was saying. It had been painful, going back to get the mask, but no more painful than getting what remained of Vigenere's body. He then muttered, briefly looking down at his paws, "I can take you to go and see it, at some point..." He wouldn't mind taking Atbash there, even if he wasn't sure of how well he'd hold it together.
Moth didn't seem to have any major questions for the moment, so the angel just nodded in her direction before moving in to Arrow, watching as the vassal inspected the badges. He found himself smiling slightly, chuckling as she spoke about the old badges and titles she had – and still had, technically. Unfortunately, things turned from rather carefree when Arrow's gaze stopped on the hallow badge, and she gave her reason for why she wanted it. Immediately Aurum felt as though he had been punched in the gut, although he didn't show it besides a slight hitch in his breath. He hadn't meant for such a simple class – meant to be fun – to bring up two of his dead friends. Still, he supposed he couldn't just avoid talking about them forever. So, after a moment of silence, Aurum nodded and pushed the badge forward, muttering, "Ah... yeah, of course you can. She probably would've wanted you to have hers, really, but... I don't know where that one is." It was probably buried along with her, most likely.
The arrival of Siborno finally seemed to yank the tiger out of his own mind, his blue eyes blinking at his boyfriend for a moment before a smile returned to his face. He moved to briefly press his head against the other's fluffy chest, speaking after a soft chuckle, "Hey, Sib... nice to see you join us. You really didn't have to leave bed when I did, though." He then offered the other another little smile, before stepping back behind his table of supplies. He shook his head briefly, hoping to shake off the unsettling and unhappy feelings he had been reliving just a moment before. He then asked the crowd of those gathered, smile on his muzzle, "So, uh... what would you all like to start with? Or, I guess, hear about first? The actual carving of the masks, or the adding badges to them?" He just needed to return to the subject at hand. If he just focused on that, then grief wouldn't be able to swallow him.
— Reggan