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All of what happens, tonight is where it ends [OPEN]
WHO: Sissel and YOU
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.
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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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.
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"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.
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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.
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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?"
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"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.
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...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
"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
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.
best idea
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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?"
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"Dead End. What brings you here?"
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"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.
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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."
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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?
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"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."
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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.
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"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.
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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.]
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"You're...on the police force, right?"
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He gives the headstone a better look now that he's close to it, wondering who Sissel was.
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His head dips down slightly.
"Today's kind of special to me."
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"It's too rude to ask why?"
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I'm celebrating my own death."
See, he told you it was weird and morbid.
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Who's weird and morbid now? He even said that with a straight face. "Are you okay?"
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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?"
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"You could say that."