All of what happens, tonight is where it ends [OPEN]

[youdiedagain]

WHO: Sissel and YOU

WHERE: Alpha Trion Quadrant, by the graveyard

WHEN Christmas Eve

WHAT: Sissel makes/visits his own grave for the anniversary of his death.

WARNINGS: None I don't think...

Alpha Trion's quadrant was definitely peaceful enough to have a cemetery.  It was fitting.  The lake was a nice 'view' for those at rest, it had an attractive landscape, and it seemed to be the one place everyone could come to think.  Sissel was starting to find that out now.  He walked towards the gravestones, holding something in his hands.  Upon closer inspection, it seemed to be a large rock, not as large as the ones that served as gravestones, but enough for it to work.

Work for what, you ask?  Well, he finds an 'open plot', and sets it down (I guess ghosts are pretty strong), making sure it's facing the same way as the others.  When he steps away, it reveals itself to be a headstone itself...

Sissel.

That was all it said. After all, he didn't have a date of his birth or anything. Just that he died on this day.  With that, he takes a seat, looking at it for a long while, as if he could make something come of it if he concentrated hard enough.  He had all day, after all.  It was HIS anniversary. 


And if he had one Christmas wish, it'd be to remember...anything.

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[dirge]

Ever since he'd become aware of it, Dirge had been spending a lot of time lurking in the graveyard. He still frequented the junkyard and even his room at the temple- but there was something about the place, stacked with graves and tombs, that was fascinating to him.

He'd been skulking amongst one of the larger mausoleums when he noticed something moving about down in the human sized area. Curious, the clone went over to investigate. Were they mourning someone like he'd seen some others do here before? Or maybe they'd come here to die? That would be interesting!

Turns out he was just...sitting there. Dirge opened his mouth to ask if he was dieing and if maybe he could have his corpse when he recognized him.

"Oh, it's the dead guy. Do humans usually make graves for themselves when they become ghosts?" Dirge asked, prodding the makeshift tombstone.

[youdiedagain]

The presence nearly startles Sissel, looking over towards the newcomer. Oh...he's talked to you before, hasn't he? At least it wasn't someone he'd have to be wary with. He calms down a few seconds after, turning to face him more. If Dirge looks close, he'll notice that the left half of his chest has been completely torn open, revealing a mechanical-like skeleton, and a blue flame-like orb where the heart is supposed to be.

"I doubt it. Usually they're dead and don't get the body afterward. I just figured I owed it to myself on my anniversary. It came pretty quick."

He watched Dirge poke it, peeking over his sunglasses.

[dirge]

"Anniversary... A human word. Hold on," Dirge said, checking his internal data banks for the meaning. He started to chuckle once he found it. "So, no ring, no cake, no flowers. What you want is a grave? Very interesting. Though I guess not many humans get to celebrate their own death."

Dirge had never done anything to celebrate his own. He'd only died once and it had been such an unpleasant experience he saw no reason to think about it more. ...Then again... if it meant he could get presents or a tomb with his name on it? Maybe he should.

His attention shifted from the headstone, to Sissel, optics finally picking up on the missing half of his body. Dirge's expression immediately changed from amused to naked interest.

"Is that-?" he started, lunging forward, getting his face close enough to almost touch the human. "...your spark?" One long claw pointed at the floating blue orb.

[youdiedagain]

There's a smirk at that. "Well, I guess I could ask my killer for some flowers when she gets here. IF she ever gets here. No sense eating cake if I don't get hungry, though. And I'm not much of a ring wearer."

He turns back towards the grave, running a hand along the etched lettering he'd done.

"Strange, isn't it. Being alive to see the anniversary of your death. If you can count this being alive."

And when Dirge gets up close and personal, he flinches away, a look of shock on his face. "W-Well, I don't think so. I think that's just... me. Does it look like a spark?"

[dirge]

"You don't get hungry?" Dirge asks, a tinge of disbelief in his voice. Leave it to the greedy clone to zero in on the one thing that mattered to him. "I'm hungry all the time. Even after I've eaten."

"And it's not so strange. I died once myself. I don't remember the exact date though because I was not aware I could receive presents for it."

The clone grins wide at Sissel's flinch. "Oh, yes. It's blue and floating and it's you. That's what a spark is. It's so...beautiful," he purrs, optics dimming a little as he admires the small orb.

[youdiedagain]

"One of the joys of being me. No sense eating when you're dead."

...Wait, you died? That's...well that's new.

AND EXCUSE HIM SIR BUT YOU ARE IN HIS NO-ZONE. He holds still, in case he startles the jet, but his head instinctively tilts back. "Well thanks, I try to look my best."

uh oh

[dirge]

"Oh, but eating is so fun," Dirge murmurs, his main attention still on the tiny blue circle. He's either not aware of Sissel's discomfort, or doesn't care.

"I've wanted a spark for so long. Yours is so small... but... maybe size doesn't matter that much..." He starts to reach out for it, trying to pinch it between two claws.

no dirge no this is bad idea

[youdiedagain]

Nope.

That was a little too close for comfort, and he could actually...FEEL the bot trying to clasp him. It didn't feel nice in the LEAST. In his own panic, he leaves his body, hopping right into part of Dirge's hand, scurrying from point to point along the arm.

Dirge, you might feel a cold tingling going up your arm.

The body that once was Sissel flops to the ground.

[dinnerdate]

The thing about having a grave in Alpha Trion's quadrant is there's a very bight coloured mech that lives there. A bad choice if Sissel wanted some time alone, but a good one if he wanted some company.

Ever since the news of the Santa character he'd been stalking about, preparing for how best to avoid the coming doom. That preparing stops when he spots his dead human pal sitting by his lonesome.

As quietly as he can he makes his way over to the human, wings down.

"Sissel?"

[youdiedagain]

The voice is instantly recognizable, and Sissel doesn't even flinch when he hears it, more calmly looking up at the bot, his blue eyes almost...sad. Sissel wasn't one to really express any drastic emotions, but it's obvious to see that there's something eating at him. But he didn't want Dead End to know that. He'd noticed how the bot had worried about him. No need to add to that plate.

"Dead End. What brings you here?"

[dinnerdate]

Sissel doesn't look good - more so than before. The hole is still there sure, and it does bother him that it is, but something else is wrong. Even he can see that much.

"Just planning the best way to avoid that Santa creature." Something that can wait until after he's had a talk with his human.

"Is something wrong?"

Sissel may not want to worry him, but even without saying anything, Dead End's already concerned.

[youdiedagain]

"Santa creature...can't say I've heard of it." He tries to smirk, leaning back on his hands. "Care to share with the class?"

And at that question...his face drops.

"It's just...I think it's the anniversary of my death. If you can call it that."

[dinnerdate]

Dead End nods, "He leaves coal bombs and horrible things for those who have been naughty."

That's what he was told, and he'd rather prepare for that than believe the whole 'oh I was only joking' bit of that conversation. Until he's perfect looking he doesn't want to die. He doesn't really want to die in general either.

"It's what?"

If his wings could drop any further without breaking off, they would. Sissel died today?

"Oh... are you going to be okay?"

Can he do anything?

[youdiedagain]

...Well, that certainly was an interesting...guy. Sounds like someone who could use a little lesson in what 'tough love' really is, but he won't question.

"Well, I told you I'm dead, right? I think today's the day I died. I heard something about Christmas back home..."


He laughs slightly.

"Don't worry about me, if anything, it's a bit uplifting."

[dinnerdate]

"Are you sure?"

Doesn't matter if Sissel was dead or not, having to remember that probably sucked. Especially since Sissel didn't remember much as it was.

"How is it uplifting?" He doesn't understand, but what he does understand is he needs to scoop up the human and hold him for a bit.

He's not going to let Sissel dwell on his death, he knows too much what it's like to dwell on things.

[youdiedagain]

He doesn't mind being scooped up, and even instinctively leans back into those hands, continuing to look at the gravestone.

"It means I technically survived the night of my death, doesn't it?"

He'll try not to dwell on it. But it's always hard. Especially when it feels so fresh in your mind.

[raceme]

[Blurr didn't had time to check on the graveyard since the day he passed out there and he wanted to check to make sure everything was finished.

He drove there in car mode and changed back when he was just a few meters from the entrance, walking the rest of the way. He was surprised to see the petite figure in front of the headstones because he had no reports of humans dying during the glyphless madness.]

[youdiedagain]

Sissel's just as surprised to see you too, Blurr. Mainly because he thought he'd be the only one in a graveyard on this 'Christmas Eve'. Go figure. So when the bot walks up, he tilts his head up to accommodate for the size. You're not the tallest bot, but you sure are bigger than him.

"You're...on the police force, right?"

[raceme]

Blurr had now one to spend Christmas Eve with and that's why he was working. He approaches the man, smiling softly. "That's right SIR can I help you with anything?"

He gives the headstone a better look now that he's close to it, wondering who Sissel was.

[youdiedagain]

"Me? Oh...I'm just relaxing...celebrating, in a weird, morbid way."

His head dips down slightly.

"Today's kind of special to me."

[raceme]

"Morbid way?" I hope you don't mind Blurr sitting on the ground so he's at eye level with you, Sissel.

"It's too rude to ask why?"

[youdiedagain]

Sissel's eyes travel up to see the bot sitting next to him, giving a soft smile. "Not really. I don't have anything to hide. It's just kind of weird.

I'm celebrating my own death."

See, he told you it was weird and morbid.

[raceme]

"Ah...oh that's...different." Not so weird, considering he's talking to Blurr. "I came here to check if everything was finished and to make sure Ultra Magnus had no problems burying my cubed corpse."

Who's weird and morbid now? He even said that with a straight face. "Are _you okay?"

[tearsofsteel]

Albert Heinrich had spent most of his time here lately. Personal reasons, you understand. The cyborg was walking towards a personal grave of his own when he spied the man. His first idle thought was that he looked like a fashionable Jet. His second thought was to leave the man alone. But 004 wasn't totally heartless, as much as he feared he would become soon.

He stood by from a small distance, hands deep in his pockets. He gave the man time to make peace for whomever it was before he spoke up.

"Got someone here too?"

[youdiedagain]

Sissel looks up to see Albert, barely peering over his sunglasses. Well, he wasn't...wrong, to say the least. His gaze turns back to the gravestone, one hand around his knee while the other grips the ground beneath him.

"You could say that."