Meeting in the graveyard - RPLOG
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Date
25/5/478
Log
Fenris has chosen a beautiful place on the south side of the Firmament cemetery and made extensive preparations for the work he is about to undertake. Not to mention the amount of crown he has forked out for both the plot and the materials. "Just lay the sacks out there, Thelergramor," he says to his lone companion in the work, "And don't even think about pocketing any of those gems!"
Fenris spends 100000 Crown for RP reasons.
"Wouldn't dream of it, Fenris." Comes Thelergramor's response a moment later. The wolf assisted in picking the location, to an extent. He sets down the sacks he'd been hauling about where directed, then stretches lightly. "Think this is actually gonna work, yeah? I'm oddly optimistic..."
Fenris shakes his head and shrugs non-commitally. "No clue, Thel," he admits, "But it will be a start, I think. Now pour those gems over here and I will get started." The tiger empties a sack of precious metals and stones beside several blocks of fine marble and other stones he had transported here, then sits on the ground and begins to concentrate, reaching out below the earth and feeling the materials he has brought with carefully calculated earth math. He takes a deep breath, then sets to work, drawing on all that he knows abouth earth magic to carry out his carefully made plan.
Thelergramor nods and does as instructed, pouring gems where Fenris wanted them then dropping the empty sack off to one side and lets Fenris do his thing. "Might need to teach me some of that stuff. Earth magic's not been getting along with me lately..." Doesn't go into detail, instead just scratching his neck as he watches Fenris work...
The skies darken a bit as a cloud passes through the skies, the whistling of the wind passing through the grass and tombstones before a clatter of what sounds like bones fill the air as Pyrrha appears amidst the group! The spirit showing to the group as the skeletal remains of a Gazelle, her bones just covered with a thin black burial cloth used as dress. She doesn't interupt Fenris' focus though, the tiger perfecting his work, as she instead almost hovers her way with each step to the gems... Her hand reaching down to scoop one up and inspect it silently!
The statue is a marvel. Stone and precious metals melt and flow under Fenris' guidance, forming into a sturdy plinth, deeply rooted in the earth. Atop the plinth and its delicate scrollwork is a beautifully rendered female figure in flowing robes that look as though they would stir with the breeze. Her form is that of a delicate Creator woman with long, flowing hair, wearing a helm made from the skull of a large bird, a raven perhaps, and great wings of shining black obsidian spread behind her. Her fine boned hands and slender, robed arms hold another figure, shrouded in a granite shroud of their own. It is obviously a being laid lovingly to rest, though within those stone wrappings, it could be any kind of being. Male, female, old young. The woman with the raven helm looks at the shroud in her arms with a matronly, loving gaze, as if holding a sleeping child.
Around the woman a spiral of birds rise, almost life-like with the varied colors of stone used in their making. Ravens, owls, kites and many others swirl about, giving a beautiful frame to the touching tableau in the center. The precious stones at the base flow upward, filling the eyes of the flying birds and taking places around the base, while a perfect diamond takes its place on the Raven woman's ring finger. The details go deeper and deeper as one watches until Fenris finally gasps, sweat dampening his brow and fluffy chest as he emerges from his trance.
Thelergramor watches the statue form, somewhat awed by Fenris's ability. He then notices Pyrrha and immediately kneels, all solemn and respectful. Trying to look all 'I'm undeserving and such,' even removing his hood this time. Sounding all humble, the wolf says "You honor us, m'lady." Once gain kissing her ass...
The spirit remains silent, even as Thel falls to his knees before her as she looks up to the statue, walking forward with hushed foot steps before he gently floats in the air before fenris... Her gaze fixed to the statue as she admires it, before reaching out to touch the head. Her own form begins to shift, mirroring the statue though the creator body is nothing but a skeleton with bone wings. "... I am pretty." Her voice is cold and soft as she looks to the statue, and if she could smile as a skeleton perhaps she would! Instead she's left to be sitting there in the air solemly as she admires the tigers work.
Fenris breathes raggedly and deeply, as though he has run a marathon, rather than sight in silent contemplation for the span of a few moments. "Welcome, White Lady," he gasps, "Forgive me if I am. . . a bit winded." The tiger struggles to his knees, bowing his head and nearly leaning on the statue. Plinth and figure, the thing stand nearly ten feet high and makes for an impressive monument.
"You are both beautiful and kind, Lady Death," Fenris says, trying to regain his composure after his monumental effort, "I hope that both the statue and its inscription please you." He lays a hand on the stone plinth, where the last of his efforts carved the word "THANATOS" in large, ornate letters and the script of a poem beneath.
Thelergramor remains bowed, not looking at the spirit for he wants to make her feel as above him as possible. "An honor to be in your presence again." The wolf says, tail almost wagging to make his point. He awaits her reaction to the monument, hoping it satisfies her...
"Do not speak." Her words are soft as she runs her fingers over each individual word of the inscriptions as she reads through it all slowly before she floats down gently to the ground, her feet touching into the grass slowly with nary a sound as she remains silent for a moment. When she speaks finally her, voice is soft and almost more sorrowed then is usual from the crazed spirit. "I have a rendezvous with Death, At some disputed barricade, When Spring comes back with rustling shade, And apple-blossoms fill the air. I have a rendezvous with Death, When Spring brings back blue days and fair."
She turns her gaze slowly to the two that aided in it's constructions, her words surprisingly strained and tired. "I miss these words. I miss the understanding from my children. I miss from when it was all stolen from me... This, is acceptable."
Fenris has managed to slow his breathing and composed himself from his effort. He gives the Spirit a genuine smile. "I am glad," he says, "It must be hard to be so feared for your kindness and your duty. Will you rest, and speak with me. . . with us for a time?" The look on the tiger's face is pained, but hopeful. "I would learn from you," he says, "And ask some comfort, if you have any to spare."
Thelergramor's tail almost wags, as it seems they were successful. "As would I." The wolf adds after Fenris's request for learning, though he adds: "I'm... probably unworthy of anything from one such as yourself." Tries to play up that she's glorious, and he's not, hopefully without being too transparent to Pyrrha. "All lovely and..." Voice trails off, still bowed over to the ground.
The spirit remains silent for a moment before turning, a bony finger pointing to Thel as she speaks slowly. "Cease. Your attempts are cute, but I am not a tavern wench for you, no matter how pretty I am." Her empty eyes turn slowly then to regard Fenris as she crosses her arms over her chest. "It is what a mortal could never experience. Only the dead knows my feelings, and only the dead will understand all as they are made perfect. I will stay for a moment, for you made a wonderful tribute to me in a place of greater importance than you know... Perhaps the future will bring all the children to put my idols near their graves when I make them love me~" She coos that last line before shaking her head. "Speak."
Fenris shakes his head. "I want nothing of you, Lady," he says, "Only the comfort of knowing that you were there to lead my Emily on." The tiger falls silent and prostates himself before the Spirit.
Thelergramor ceases his flattery, knowing that'd work on at least a few tavern wenches. Which is where most of his experience with flattery comes from... Thus, the wolf remains quiet, letting Fenris do the talking... Almost regretting not saying something, but, he was told to 'cease' and cease he does for the moment.
Tilts her head slightly to Fenris, the bone wings flexing some before she speaks softly. "Many fell, many were gone when I was released to them... So many wandered..." The spirit muttering off before she clenches her fists. "... Denied their love of me, denied my love for them, because of imprisonment by traitors and liars... But they do not realize now, -I- am loved more than ever as they send so many to me..." The spirit turns slowly, contemplating for a moment before turning back to the two in a flash, the creator skeleton replaced with the image of a Tigress in her mid twenties, clad in a burial gown colored as black as the night sky with small bits of gems sewn into it. Her hair is long and black, braided together into a long french braid with a shining gem at the end of it all. "But you two, you love me as well, I know it..."
Fenris looks absolutely stricken at the sight of the woman before him. "No," he whispers, "Please tell me that she has moved on. That there is a next step. That she is waiting. You are beautiful, Night Mother, and you are terrible. Tell me she is free." The tiger can't help but shudder as he remembers the trapped spirits and babbling spectres in the catacombs of Mossy Stone.
Thelergramor nods quietly, looking up only briefly to see Pyrrha's form change to what he presumes is Emily, indicated by Fenris's current state. He lowers his head again, speaking quietly as he makes words: "You do have my love, of course. More than any other in this world." Probably should've kept quiet, he thinks...
But what is Thel if he doesn't make the correct choice? Not Thel.
The spirit remains silent as Fenris and Thel speak, her eyes glancing between the two as the fur and skin fade away to leave a skeletal form beneath it all. "She is free, but she is lost and alone. This is the curse that your life court brought upon you all, from the moment I was locked, away they were left to be lost in the world." The spirit's words are cold, and cutting to one she had warmed to moments before, before hollow eyes turn to Thel. "Then prove you love me wolf. Prove that you hold me above all else, that you want to be perfect, and you want to shed yourself of that curse of life that follows you if you hold me with such love!"
Fenris realizes that he has been dismissed, thanks to Thelergramor. Now he cannot even try to persuade the Spirit to help him save his dead wife or to give him hope that he might find her again. There will have to be another meeting. Preferably one alone with the Spirit. Too many well meaning beings with conflicting agendas.
Thelergramor stops for a second, not sure he heard that correctly. Commitment always being the part hardest for Thel, and committing to death... That doesn't sound like too much fun right now to him. "As much as I'm sure that'd be great, it can be far more useful to have one who bears the curse of life to spread your message, yes? I'd be more than willing to suffer this... dreadful life in service to you. Not that one such as yourself would ever need me."
There's absolutely no way this line of thought could ever backfire, surely.
The spirit grits her teeth as she peers at Thel before spitting out her words. "Liar... Liar! You want to keep this imperfection!" Her hands clenching at she stared at the wolf and took a step forward. "You don't truely love me, but I could -make- you love me... Just like all those that denied me before..." Her steps halting suddenly as she seems to think of something that interupts her budding tantrum as her gaze turns to Fenris. "You. You made me this, you will build my temple... You asked for her, for this Emily. You cared so much for her, you -love- her... I want that, I want that love for me." Oh dear, it seems it's entirely true that Pyrrha doesn't fully understand love....
Fenris stands and turns his back on the confrontation behind him. The tiger runs a gentle, loving touch across the shrouded figure in the Thanatos statue's arms. "It behooves us to walk with the dying," he says to himself, "For the long road is dark and lonely. We walk with them, side by side, that when our time comes to make the journey, the path be not strange and the way be not dark for the candles of those who, remembering, meet us half way." He seems to simply be composing to himself.
The tiger turns back to look at the skeletal Pyrrha. "I cannot give you my love for her," he says, stepping forward suddenly and taking the Spirit's skeletal hand, "But I DO love you for what I think you once were and for what you will one day become." He kisses the cold bones of her hand gently, then settles to his knees. "I am glad that you approve of my meager offering Lady," he says, "I am sure I will see you again soon."
Thelergramor kneels, no longer bowing as he looks over Pyrrha, somewhat blank expression on his face as he watches Fenris kiss her hand. He takes a moment to organize what he was trying to say, and likely still fumbles his words. "...I don't lie because I want to; I do it because I'm afraid. Any love I have for you, Lady, isn't changed by my living, like those 'gators you had at your altar. They still live." Gets the feeling, they offered to die for her, however. Probably should've figured that out sooner. He almost says something more, but falls quiet, wishing he were as eloquent as Fenris...
