[ target cannot be resurrected. ]

[arcanepower]

Who: Belthazar and whoever
Broadcast: Yes, the first part.
Action: The bug ship, and the Bishop when he returns.
When: RIGHT NOW.

[video;]

[Technically he shouldn't be on the ship, but he isn't going too far. By the door he's set up a little shrine of white candles. He kneels down and lights them with a simple gesture. Belthazar's sleeves still have some rips and tears in them from fighting the bugs, but at least they're clean.

A moment of rustling, and he leaves a small offering of white flowers symbolizing sympathy and grief. Thanks, Ino.]

Elor bindel felallan morin'aminor.

[He isn't sure what else to say.]

I am... sorry.

[SS Bishop;]

[Anyone seeking out the tiny elfling later will find him freshly-showered and seated in the kitchen. He's made something a little more traditional this time-- breaded chicken, dairy-free gravy, and mashed potatoes. There's plenty for the crew. In the meantime, he's eating and reading at the same time.

Looks to be some kind of trashy fantasy novel. A Melody of Frost and Flame? Belthazar, you can do better.]

Comments

Bug Ship Action;

[save_the_souls]

[Allen was coming back from the deeper parts of the ship to get a breather. Technically, he wasn't supposed to be out here. They were still discussing what to do about the ship. But well...he knew they only had so much time before the fleet moved away from the ship, and with no means to cure these creatures...]

[Allen wasn't going to let them continue to suffer like this. That's not something he could let himself do, as an Exorcist.]

[At least it looks like he's being cautious against the spores. He's got a suit on, helmet and all. He's also very much armed- with guns at his side, a couple knives and a large sword on his back. When he reaches where Belth is, he slows to a stop and stares. At least, it looks like he's staring-it's really hard to tell with the helmet on]

Is...that supposed to be a shrine?

[arcanepower]

[Belth stands up suddenly as he's addressed. Normally he's more observant, but this time he was lost in his own thoughts. He knows he's not supposed to be here. His ears flatten against his dark hair; he looks ready to bolt.]

M-- maybe.

[The tsun is strong in this one.]

[save_the_souls]

[So much tsun! Allen just looks between the shrine and Belth. He's seen enough elves from Azeroth that his appearance doesn't seem to faze him at all]

For the original on this ship...?

[He considers]

That's a kind gesture.

[arcanepower]

[That's good. It's not as if he's big on demon magic or anything anyway.

The compliment of sorts makes him blush a bit. He looks away, shuffles awkwardly.]

They sent out a distress signal and all we did was murder them. It's not right to just... leave it like this.

[save_the_souls]

[There's a slight hesitation from him]

...Unfortunately, putting them to rest is all we can do for them at this point.

Still, it was a tragedy. It's good to remember that.

[arcanepower]

I know. If I had the correct augment, I could have helped in the lab, or...

[He's frustrated.]

Years and years of studying magic and I can do nothing.

[save_the_souls]

[Yeesh, poor kid. He knows that feeling of helplessness all too well. He takes a couple steps closer.]

Even our best doctors couldn't do anything to repair the damage done to their nervous systems. Sometimes that happens...even with the best of healers. I'd imagine they all the feel much the same as you right now.

But you're praying for them. You're remembering them. No one else thought to build a shrine for them. That isn't nothing. It may help their souls move onto the afterlife, instead of being trapped here where they fell.

That means...more than you can know.

[arcanepower]

[His shoulders slump. The stranger is right. He'd heard some talk about how they really couldn't reverse the damage, how the 'cure' was really just halting the illness' advance. If the best healers in the Fleet couldn't do anything, then it really is a lost cause.]

I... suppose so. It reminds me a little too much of home.

[He glances over at the candles, softly flickering and casting reflections on the metal around them.]

Is someone planning a burial of some sort? I doubt any spirit would be restful with the way things have been. [And their bodies strewn about every which way.]

[save_the_souls]

[Yeah considering what he's heard about Azeroth...he is not at all surprised at Belth being reminded. Hell, it even reminded him a bit of Akuma- which is why he's so insistent on making sure they are put to rest instead of suffering]

There's...talk of cremation, and having some sort of memorial. Hopefully we can find something about their traditions in their databases. If not...

Well, there's numerous faiths here in the fleet. I'm sure we could work together to make a respectful funeral.

[arcanepower]

Cremation might be best. It keeps plague from spreading further. It should work here, too.

[Ah yes, what a great word. Plague.

He looks at Allen and actually pays attention to how he's dressed this time.]

Were you... taking care of them?

[save_the_souls]

[There's another hesitation when Belth asks that question]

...Yes. [He gives a little nod]

That's part of my job as an Exorcist. They aren't the undead, but...it didn't feel right just to leave them like that.

[arcanepower]

[Exorcist? Well, he's heard the term, but perhaps not... the same way...]

That's... noble of you. I've never seen a priest with a sword, though. Usually they prefer staves.

[Belth pls.]

You must be very strong.

[save_the_souls]

[He gives a laugh]

Ah, thank you. You could say that.

[HE COULD BENCH PRESS YOU LITTLE ELF]

And ah, staves probably wouldn't be very good for fighting something with tough armour. I much prefer blades.

[arcanepower]

I prefer magic, but something here seems to be interfering with its effectiveness. Other magic-users have had the same problem.

[It's odd, and he can't figure out the source. If it was some kind of ward he could easily undo it, but...]

[save_the_souls]

Mm, it's something about them. They are more resistant to powers than others. Though I'm not if it's an adaptation from the species, or the fungi.

[arcanepower]

Magic dampeners are usually magical in nature, but this place is practically barren. It's frustrating... but it could be worse, I suppose. We have ways of defending ourselves and healing injuries without the aid of magic. Hopefully those will continue to work as we travel.

[Though he wouldn't bet on it.]

[save_the_souls]

[ ....Jeez that tone. It sounds like a kid that's never had to do things without wifi before. ]

...Magic's part of everyday life in your world, I take it?

[arcanepower]

[... That's pretty much exactly what it is.]

It's a part of everything. All elves have some sensitivity to it.

[save_the_souls]

I see...

No wonder you sound skeptical of non-magical means. A place like this was probably a large shock.

[arcanepower]

It would have been, were I not trapped in some run-down unmagical city for nearly a year before this. Technology was forced upon us and it did not always work.

[save_the_souls]

[ !! ]

You're from another world that kidnapped people?!

[HOW MANY OF THESE THINGS ARE THERE?]

[arcanepower]

Y-- yes.

[He can't help blinking at the surprise. He thought it was old hat by now.]

Is that uncommon?

[save_the_souls]

It should be!

Just how many places take people?

[arcanepower]

I agree, but there doesn't seem a way to prevent it-- and we are far, far from striking at our kidnappers.

[He sighs lightly.]

[save_the_souls]

[There's an unhappy noise coming from under his helmet. Yep, still hates this a lot.]

We'll find a way. Somehow.