Dust in the Wind [Open!]
|| Attention, crew, Attention. All personnel who wish to attend the funeral of Howard Bassem and Cedric Diggory, please report to the Observation Deck. ||
Once again, the Observation Deck is prepared for a sending-off of the dead. A hard pod containing Howard's body sits in the center of the room, with a much smaller pod containing Cedric's wand sitting beside it. The observation window is open, showing the attending crew a stunning view of a nearby fiery red star: the final resting place of the two fallen crew members.
Before the launch, though, there are goodbyes to be said.
Once again, the Observation Deck is prepared for a sending-off of the dead. A hard pod containing Howard's body sits in the center of the room, with a much smaller pod containing Cedric's wand sitting beside it. The observation window is open, showing the attending crew a stunning view of a nearby fiery red star: the final resting place of the two fallen crew members.
Before the launch, though, there are goodbyes to be said.
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It would take him some time to build up the energy to stand once more so he just sat staring out the port at the star where his best friend's body had vanished, stinking of Alcohol and face stained with the salt of his dried tears.
What was he supposed to do now? It still didn't make sense to him that Howard was just...gone. He had been fine just a few days ago hadn't he? How long had he already been gone?
Was he scared when he died? Yes probably. Alot of things scared Howard and Orc was sure that death was high on the list.
And Howard didn't believe in god really...so what would happen to him if God still existed out there now that the OHM had taken their world?
It was all too much to think about, so he didn't. Instead he just sat, and stared, and felt sick to his significantly sized stomach.
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Eventually, he spoke. "I'm sorry about your friend."
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"I had a standing arrangement with Howard that he might take from my castle whatever resources he thought might benefit the crew. It seems fitting I pass this arrangement to his closest friend."
The unmistakable whiff of alcohol on Orc's single spoken word made him think that, perhaps, he ought not to mention the wine cellar Xanatos had maintained until Orc's time of mourning had passed. Nevertheless, he extended his hand - the one ringed with a scar - for Orc to shake.
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"Howard was better at finding stuff then I am...but thank you." He brought up one of his own massive gravel coated meathooks to shake. His handshake was limp despite the weight behind it. At the moment he couldn't even consider that it might be cool to explore a castle looking for things.
He couldn't focus on much of anything except this new fact of life that Howard was gone, and not coming back.
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It was unthinkable to him, a clan creature, that one should suffer the loss of a friend alone if it were possible not to. Unfortunately, he'd had ample time to learn that being one of Stacy's refugees meant ample opportunities to feel crushingly alone.
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"My home is open to you."
He spoke out of concern, as well as out of a general sense of right. Strictly speaking, Goliath wasn't aware of the concept of alcoholism, but he'd seen enough humans regretting their decisions to have so much of it. That Orc reeked as heavily as he did struck him as a warning sign, in such a time of grief.
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He thought he might be able to force a smile to be polite, but his face just wouldn't move that way. Not today, maybe not for awhile.