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Sissel ([personal profile] youdiedagain) wrote in [community profile] re_alignment_logs2012-12-24 04:02 pm

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

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.

dirge: (Trying out my Starscream smirk)

[personal profile] dirge 2012-12-24 10:32 pm (UTC)(link)
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.
Edited 2012-12-24 22:33 (UTC)
dirge: (Oho really now?)

[personal profile] dirge 2012-12-28 04:16 am (UTC)(link)
"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.
dirge: (You look like a tasty snack)

[personal profile] dirge 2012-12-31 04:48 am (UTC)(link)
"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.
dirge: (O hai)

uh oh

[personal profile] dirge 2012-12-31 09:21 pm (UTC)(link)
"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.

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[personal profile] dinnerdate 2012-12-24 11:38 pm (UTC)(link)
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?"
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[personal profile] dinnerdate 2012-12-25 01:15 pm (UTC)(link)
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.
dinnerdate: (ooohhh that's what you meant)

[personal profile] dinnerdate 2012-12-29 02:15 am (UTC)(link)
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?
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[personal profile] dinnerdate 2012-12-29 05:02 am (UTC)(link)
"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.

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[personal profile] raceme 2012-12-25 02:14 am (UTC)(link)
[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.]
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[personal profile] raceme 2012-12-26 12:51 am (UTC)(link)
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.
raceme: (Sitting - A moment of relax)

[personal profile] raceme 2012-12-28 01:20 am (UTC)(link)
"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?"
raceme: (This is my impressed face)

[personal profile] raceme 2012-12-29 02:04 am (UTC)(link)
"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?"

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[personal profile] tearsofsteel 2012-12-26 06:57 pm (UTC)(link)
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?"