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Entry tags:
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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I don't know very much about you, Faolan, but I'd like to change that. It doesn't have to be exciting since anything you tell me would be new to me.
[Since he's willing to, she will let someone else carry the burden of talking for once.]
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Ah, well. I... I'm a bodyguard. I've got the day off just now, but most of the time I'm shadowing my charge around just about everywhere he decides to go. We're, ehm. Well, he is about to start classes next semester, but I'll have to attend classes with him, and I'm. He doesn't even know this yet, but I didn't even attend university myself.
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I don't think that should be important in any way...but maybe you can take it as a chance to experience what you couldn't before. What classes has he been enrolled in?
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Business. [He glances down at his hands, where he laces them together in his lap for a moment before shrugging slightly.] At the graduate level. I don't have to understand what they're saying. I just have to be there and make certain he's safe. But it certainly would not have been my first choice.
[He glances back up at her and quirks her another half smile.] That would have been music, believe it or not.
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It's a little surprising, but I can see it. I feel like everyone has a little bit of a music lover in them. [Minako tilts her head, trying to imagine what instrument Faolan would play.] Was it something stringed?
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Several somethings stringed. I suppose that I have an affinity for them. Piano, guitar. Started with the piano first though, when I was pretty young. Once I got good enough, my parents started putting me through some pretty rigorous lessons, it's how I learned more.
[He glances aside at her.] It's why I had thought about going to university for it. But it just. Wasn't how things worked out. [Not once Dubhan had died, at any rate. It seemed selfish, after that.]
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I'd like to hear you play one day. If that's okay.
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Of course. I would be happy to play for you. Piano, guitar. I'll even sing, if it's not too embarrassing for you. [He shrugs slightly.] It's certainly not too much to ask for me anyway. I grew up performing recitals at school and for my family all the time. It's no trouble.
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Hey, I'm the queen of karaoke, you won't embarrass me with your singing. [A beat.] Thank you, Faolan.
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[he quips, before offering a soft smile in return]
You're welcome though, Minako. Any time, yeah? You're a good person, I know that you probably don't have any shortage of friends making the offer but. Any time you need, any time I can be, I'm there for you too. You had my back there in the bunker. It's the least I can do in return.
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Your offer doesn't mean any less than the others. I really appreciate it.
[And then, with a little breath, she starts pumping her legs, starting to sway back and forth on the swing.]
Wanna swing with me?
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Do you think it'll hold? The last thing I want to do is break some child's playground equipment...
[Sitting on a swing is one thing, but. He hasn't actually swung on a swing in decades, Minako, decades.]
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[She starts swinging higher, a little content smile on her face. It kind of feels like flying on Seth, every time she swoops up into the air.]
this is so late but HERE
Faolan gives an experimental push from where he's sitting and allows himself to rock slowly back and forth.]
There are people out there in the city who would pay good money if they could see me now, you realize.
((ooc: i wrote this tag in my email a million years ago and then i never sent it so RATHER THAN NEVER GIVING IT A CHANCE here u go...))
♥
Well then, good thing I'm not the kind of person to exploit a friend like that.
[Well, there are some exceptions, mostly when it's in good fun, but right now she likes this. Swinging next to Faolan and pretending all her grief will fly away.]