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open || the irreplaceable people in our hearts
WHO: Minako Arisato and YOU
WHERE: Peach Beach and elsewhere
WHEN: August 26th and into September
WHAT: Grieving over the loss of a best friend. A ceremonial cremation at Peach Beach forward-dated to August 30th.
WARNINGS: Death. Message me at![[plurk.com profile]](https://plurk.com/favicon.ico)
raynestorm if you'd like to work out a different scenario. Also a note: please feel free to create your own threads and/or threadjack for the cremation prompt, just write in the title if you'd prefer not to threadjack.
I. MISTIC
Gym, Utsuki Dojo, Hollingberry Field; August 26th to 29th
[The first thing Minako did after finding out Ryoji died was burst out of the hospital and beat up monsters with her bare hands. She's not quite as self-destructive now, but she's still pushing herself to the limits. You might encounter her either at: the gym, throwing her fists at a punching bag; the dojo, swinging a practice spear in shaky kata forms; or at Hollingberry Field, running on the track with sweat pouring down her face, but not stopping for a break at all.]
II. MEMORIES FROM 10 YEARS AGO
Expressive, Hollingberry Field, outside Minako's apartment; August 26th to 29th
[Otherwise...you might find her sitting at Expressive, nursing a cup of coffee, or at Hollingberry Field, sitting on the swing set. It's obvious that she's been crying, but it's in these moments, after she's physically exhausted her body, that she can truly start sorting through her thoughts and start the grieving process. Perhaps you'd like to join her. She wouldn't mind the company.
If you find her outside her apartment, she'll be sitting on the curb with her eyes closed, soaking up the sun with Koromaru beside her. An isopod plush is sitting in her lap, and if you're close enough, you might hear a quiet crinkle of paper beneath the sections of the isopod when she hugs it.]
III. KIMI NO KIOKU
Peach Beach; August 30th
[Minako has no idea how a real cremation is supposed to go, too young and traumatized at the time of her parents' death to remember. And honestly, she doesn't care. The ashes aren't from Ryoji's body anyways. That...will be for a later time. Today is instead her own personal good bye, and for anyone else coming. She's reserved one of the pits that's off to the side of the beach, relatively undisturbed by happy families spending one last summer day on the beach, and in it, she's burning a black kintsugi bowl. Its pair is sitting nearby.
Once the black bowl is completely burned, Minako scoops the ashes out and slides them into the white bowl before turning to the friends who have come to attend.]
There was a month a while back, when Retrospec was making our phones broadcast all of our deepest secrets and painful memories. Ryoji heard my secret that I...that I was afraid people don't like me unless I'm always smiling. That I hate burdening people with my thoughts for fear that they won't accept me anymore.
And what he did in answer...was to give me two bowls. In Japan, there's an art form of fixing broken pottery by fusing the pieces with gold-dusted lacquer. It's called kintsugi, and kintsugi pieces are considered to be more beautiful than the original, sometimes. He gave me them as a reminder that I...am perfect the way I am, broken pieces and all, because all of that, in the end, is still me. I am good enough. Me, simply being Minako Arisato, was enough for him.
[She's blinking rapidly now, tears forming and falling down her cheeks.]
I know now, seeing you all here, that he was right. That it's okay to rely on everyone else. Because everyone else is going through the same things I am. The same sadness and grief. I will-- [Her voice cracks, and she has to take a moment to collect herself.] I'll miss him so much. He was a part of me, and now that he's gone, I've become irreversibly broken again. But I'll be okay. He left me so many texts. [A watery laugh.] So many texts! And selfies, and notes, and little gifts. I won't ever be without reminders of him. But most of all, he left me the memories of his smiles and laughter. I'll use these to fuse myself together until I'm whole again.
I've burned the black bowl today...as my good bye to him. The two of us who were inseparable, now parted...but the friendship we shared can never be denied or forgotten.
[She turns to the ocean and walks to the edge, the tiny waves lapping at her sandaled feet. Scooping the ashes into her fingers, she gently blows them into the wind and whispers as they float away.]
Ryoji...are you listening? Thank you for putting me back together time and time again. Good bye.
[Anyone is free to come talk to her at any point after the ceremony. She is still nothing like the exuberant young woman she used to be, but she's more willing to respond now.]
IV. BECAUSE I WILL PROTECT YOU
Various; September onwards
[After the ceremonial cremation, Minako is...better. It's still so soon after Ryoji's passing, and there are many times where she'll suddenly hurry away, or hide her face as a bout of quiet crying starts. But she is Minako, and Minako wouldn't be herself if she wasn't helping others. She tells everyone at the cremation that she'll be available to talk to, if anyone else is seeking closure. Talking about her feelings has helped a lot in the past few days, and she wants to extend the same offer to others grieving.
She thinks...it's better to grieve together than alone.
So whether it's at her apartment, in a quiet bench at the park, or somewhere else-- if anyone asks, she'll come.
Or if you didn't want to ask...well. She made a note of who attended the cremation. She's going to check up on you eventually.]
WHERE: Peach Beach and elsewhere
WHEN: August 26th and into September
WHAT: Grieving over the loss of a best friend. A ceremonial cremation at Peach Beach forward-dated to August 30th.
WARNINGS: Death. Message me at
I. MISTIC
Gym, Utsuki Dojo, Hollingberry Field; August 26th to 29th
[The first thing Minako did after finding out Ryoji died was burst out of the hospital and beat up monsters with her bare hands. She's not quite as self-destructive now, but she's still pushing herself to the limits. You might encounter her either at: the gym, throwing her fists at a punching bag; the dojo, swinging a practice spear in shaky kata forms; or at Hollingberry Field, running on the track with sweat pouring down her face, but not stopping for a break at all.]
II. MEMORIES FROM 10 YEARS AGO
Expressive, Hollingberry Field, outside Minako's apartment; August 26th to 29th
[Otherwise...you might find her sitting at Expressive, nursing a cup of coffee, or at Hollingberry Field, sitting on the swing set. It's obvious that she's been crying, but it's in these moments, after she's physically exhausted her body, that she can truly start sorting through her thoughts and start the grieving process. Perhaps you'd like to join her. She wouldn't mind the company.
If you find her outside her apartment, she'll be sitting on the curb with her eyes closed, soaking up the sun with Koromaru beside her. An isopod plush is sitting in her lap, and if you're close enough, you might hear a quiet crinkle of paper beneath the sections of the isopod when she hugs it.]
III. KIMI NO KIOKU
Peach Beach; August 30th
[Minako has no idea how a real cremation is supposed to go, too young and traumatized at the time of her parents' death to remember. And honestly, she doesn't care. The ashes aren't from Ryoji's body anyways. That...will be for a later time. Today is instead her own personal good bye, and for anyone else coming. She's reserved one of the pits that's off to the side of the beach, relatively undisturbed by happy families spending one last summer day on the beach, and in it, she's burning a black kintsugi bowl. Its pair is sitting nearby.
Once the black bowl is completely burned, Minako scoops the ashes out and slides them into the white bowl before turning to the friends who have come to attend.]
There was a month a while back, when Retrospec was making our phones broadcast all of our deepest secrets and painful memories. Ryoji heard my secret that I...that I was afraid people don't like me unless I'm always smiling. That I hate burdening people with my thoughts for fear that they won't accept me anymore.
And what he did in answer...was to give me two bowls. In Japan, there's an art form of fixing broken pottery by fusing the pieces with gold-dusted lacquer. It's called kintsugi, and kintsugi pieces are considered to be more beautiful than the original, sometimes. He gave me them as a reminder that I...am perfect the way I am, broken pieces and all, because all of that, in the end, is still me. I am good enough. Me, simply being Minako Arisato, was enough for him.
[She's blinking rapidly now, tears forming and falling down her cheeks.]
I know now, seeing you all here, that he was right. That it's okay to rely on everyone else. Because everyone else is going through the same things I am. The same sadness and grief. I will-- [Her voice cracks, and she has to take a moment to collect herself.] I'll miss him so much. He was a part of me, and now that he's gone, I've become irreversibly broken again. But I'll be okay. He left me so many texts. [A watery laugh.] So many texts! And selfies, and notes, and little gifts. I won't ever be without reminders of him. But most of all, he left me the memories of his smiles and laughter. I'll use these to fuse myself together until I'm whole again.
I've burned the black bowl today...as my good bye to him. The two of us who were inseparable, now parted...but the friendship we shared can never be denied or forgotten.
[She turns to the ocean and walks to the edge, the tiny waves lapping at her sandaled feet. Scooping the ashes into her fingers, she gently blows them into the wind and whispers as they float away.]
Ryoji...are you listening? Thank you for putting me back together time and time again. Good bye.
[Anyone is free to come talk to her at any point after the ceremony. She is still nothing like the exuberant young woman she used to be, but she's more willing to respond now.]
IV. BECAUSE I WILL PROTECT YOU
Various; September onwards
[After the ceremonial cremation, Minako is...better. It's still so soon after Ryoji's passing, and there are many times where she'll suddenly hurry away, or hide her face as a bout of quiet crying starts. But she is Minako, and Minako wouldn't be herself if she wasn't helping others. She tells everyone at the cremation that she'll be available to talk to, if anyone else is seeking closure. Talking about her feelings has helped a lot in the past few days, and she wants to extend the same offer to others grieving.
She thinks...it's better to grieve together than alone.
So whether it's at her apartment, in a quiet bench at the park, or somewhere else-- if anyone asks, she'll come.
Or if you didn't want to ask...well. She made a note of who attended the cremation. She's going to check up on you eventually.]
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[ He'd make a quip of how obvious that is, but his hiccup interrupts him from that. What is enough? There really is nothing, and that's the hard part. They've crashed from three weeks' unreality into the old false promises that things were being fixed. This was not one of those that could be repaired.
Ritsu settles into Freya's careful pull without a fight, and as these usually went, he only starts trembling more as a result; grit teeth, muted exhales of air in an attempt to mute his volume, biting his lower lip as more tears fell against his hands. All the while still feeling guilty for having to lean on someone, for this moment.
He'd warned Ryoji he'd hurt him, he never imagined it would be like this. When Ritsu steadies his breath enough to get more words out, he shakes his head. ]
I... don't know...
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[He'd probably just smile sadly and forgive him—no, both of them—or insist there was nothing to be upset over. Freya's arm tightens around Ritsu a fraction.]
Go on, get it out of your system. Do what you need to.
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They aren't loud ones, but they're already a lot, coming from someone reserved as him. He tugs at his hair and digs his nails into his skin, but doesn't pull away from his companion. She was strong. He didn't have to worry about hurting her, for this amount of time.
And when he feels blue light through his vision again he stops, abruptly. Of course, his lungs still burn and his breathing needs to regulate, but he stares back into his wet hands. Blue light, black droplets, blood red. Which was it? Or did they mix together? The sand that he had shifted in his telekinetic outburst settled behind them, practically unnoticeable. ]
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[She'll sit here, as long as Ritsu needs her. It's hard not to say anything or coo comforts, like she remembered her mother doing when her age was still in the single digits, but... Like Pen had told her, everyone had to deal with their own grief, in their own way.]
[So Freya sits silent and still, her own eyes watering a little in empathy at the anguished noises. The flickering blue light catches her attention, but... nothing seems to happen, as far as she could tell. Best not to disturb him, in that case.]
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He hadn't told anyone of these memories. Why should he? There were a lot of people in denial over their memories as is, surely everyone had secrets they intended to hold onto them with a vice-grip.
Still, Ritsu exhales. Slowly, uncertainly. ]
What... do you do... when you're dangerous?
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[Freya tries not to, but she can't stop the involuntary shiver when the sensations of a particular memory flood to the front of her mind. The thrill of an impossible vehicle, of being shot at, the weight of a gun she shouldn't have been able to use one-handed.]
Guess it depends how you're dangerous. [But this wasn't about something like anger, was it? Something that you try to temper and tame. Everyone else still seems to be involved in their own things.] ...Unless you're gonna tell me you meant to do that, you'll need to explain exactly how you're dangerous.
[...Hell, listen to her. Talking like she knew anything about what to do.]
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[ So far, the other witnesses hadn't--because they didn't have special powers. But those dots weren't meant to be connected just yet. ]
I... have memories of hurting people. Deliberately.
[ He should elaborate. As much as he's wanted to avoid thinking about it. ]
Strangling someone, without even touching him. Laughing over older teenagers beaten on the ground.
[ He's not a good person. ]