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.

Comments

[youdiedagain]

...

There's more than one?

[Oh shit. He's in worse trouble than he thought.]

Not that I know of, so far.

Wait! I know! How does a gun work? I've fired one...well, I possessed one back home. But I'm not sure why when the 'bang' noise goes off, people die.

[raceme]

There are roughly 6,500 _{spoken languages in Earth today and} too many too count all around the galaxy. I could teach you english and Cybertronian for now. Ifyouwantofcourse.

[Languages are hard.]

A gun, or any sort of long range weapon, is a machine that throws a small projectile ^{usually called a bullet} at a very fast speed. It's not the sound what kills people, it's being hit by the bullet in certain areas. You can't remember why you had a gun either, I take it?

[youdiedagain]

...

[Blurr, you just broke him.]

And humans all speak them?

[Why oh why couldn't he remember them.]

I'd...I'd really appreciate that, Blurr. I'm a quick learner, thankfully.

[A beat.]

So that's why they jumpe-Oh, it was after my death. I was watching some people investigate my death scene...and I wandered over to a gun and fired it. They all practically jumped into the junkpile because of it, but I thought it was just the sound.

[raceme]

[That pause makes Blurr realize that. Sorry Sissel.]

oh NO NO no no no of course NOT. Humans that live in different countries speak different languages but not all of them at the same time. I THINK it's not possible for them.

Don't worry I'm sure you will do well.

They were probably the poli...you fired it? Why?

[youdiedagain]

Oh good. I thought...I had to learn all of them.

[He would be cursing his memory if he had to.]

Well..I didn't know what it did. It was lying next to my body...

[raceme]

Not if you don't want of course.

Cybertronians also have more than one written language, Decepticons and Autobots use different symbols. Everyone ^{understands the} Autobot alphabet, the Decepticon one is harder because it was supposed to be some sort of code.

I did not know that phantoms could touch things. No one could see you there?

[youdiedagain]

I'm up for learning anything. It might spark some of my memories.

[That's what he was hoping for, anyway... And if he didn't have hope...]

No, I can only possess items. I can't even float around. If I wanted to move somewhere, I had to move from object to object.

It's really inconvenient.

[raceme]

Then ^{we will have to teach} you all sort of news things.

[Shhh don't think about that.]

I can imagine. It's different here, thankfully.

[youdiedagain]

I guess relearning everything wouldn't be too bad. It's not like I'm tied up with anything.

[That gets a soft smile out of him.]

For the most part.