[ 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.

[everydayhero]

[he caught the video, but what do you say to that?

[hiro waits for belthazar to be home and calmed down before he sneaks into the kitchen and comes up behind him to read over his shoulder.]

... Dude. Your life is a better fantasy story than that.

[arcanepower]

[Belth is lost in the book and startles a bit. He does Hiro a favor and resists the urge to smack him with the book. It occurs to him that he, uh, hasn't actually tried to apologize since the Incident.

Oops. He really should.]

Well-- one of the characters has an entourage of dragons.

[He glances from Hiro to the stove.]

There is food if you are hungry. [Light smite him, he has no idea how to apologize.]

[everydayhero]

Dragons, huh? You've never met a dragon?

[he doesn't seem too bothered by the lack of apologies, to be quite honest. he's moving over to the stove to start digging at the food.]

Thanks for dinner, seriously.

1/2

[arcanepower]

I have heard stories. They say there is a dragon who lives among the Kirin Tor, but I have never been to Dalaran... [He sighs longingly. Someday.

He turns a bit and watches Hiro make a plate. It takes him a minute and the silence would be awkward if Hiro was actually paying attention. Which he might not be.]

Hiro?

I thought-- well-- it's come to my attention that I-- treated you unfairly and-- [And here comes the rambling.]

[arcanepower]

There's no excuse for it and I know that so I am not going to make any but I wanted you to know that I am very sorry I'm not used to having friends as you already know and I made a mess of things as I am wont to do and I am trying to be better about this but sometimes I forget so if you could possibly consider forgiving me on your own time I would appreciate it because I would still like to be friends, I still consider you a friend even if I am terrible at it, because you have only been good to me even though I threatened to set you on fire multiple times.

1/2

[everydayhero]

[wow that sure... was a lot of rambling.

[hiro hadn't paid any attention while he was being stared at, but had started to turn with the plate in hand when the elf just sort of... lets all of his feelings fall out of his mouth.

[he looks surprised at first.]

[everydayhero]

[but then his expression softens, and he sets the plate aside, putting a hand on belthazar's shoulder.]

Hey... It's fine, I was a jerk, too, y'know? It happens. I forgive you if you forgive me, alright? We're still friends.

[arcanepower]

[He's already worked himself up to cherry-red status, and he can't help ducking his head a bit when Hiro touches his shoulder.]

... Do you promise?

Action; bug ship

[notmutantbutmiracle]

[Wanda approaches the man she watched set up a small shrine. The candles, the flowers, it all made for a rather beautiful gesture. She doesn't come right up to him, for fear of interrupting his moment, but, when he appears to be done paying his respects, she speaks. Her voice is soft, still unsure if she should bother him.]

Those were beautiful words. May I ask, what language was it?

[arcanepower]

[His ears perk up, noticeable as they are. He glances over his shoulder. His is the face of a boy around fourteen or fifteen, baby fat included. He's skinny as a rail beneath his dark robes and he's barely over five feet tall; it's hard to be intimidated of him, but he does have the aura of an experienced mage. If she's sensitive to those things.]

Thalassian, [he murmurs. He gets up, dusts off his robes.] It's a prayer for the dead to sleep peacefully.

[notmutantbutmiracle]

[Whoa, nice ears. Wanda realizes she might be staring for too long, so she politely looks away towards the shrine. From behind, she had thought him a lot older; mostly due to this feeling she got from him. Like some form of aura that she could feel. It was something similar to when she had been alongside the Avengers, especially around Thor.]

[As Wanda studies the shrine, she can't help but feel some guilt over the number of aliens she herself had killed upon her initial arrival. It could have been argued that it was self-defense... but that didn't completely ease away the feeling of bitter responsibility for taking the lives of what were likely once peaceful creatures. It's likely that shades of her inner thoughts can be detected on her face, as she continues to study the candles and flowers for another moment. When she speaks, her tone is level, but slightly hushed.]

Could you... teach it to me?

[arcanepower]

[He's not about to teach a stranger all of Thalassian-- that seems like something best reserved for friends-- but she is... kind, and gentle in the asking, and he promised to be better. So, he can teach her the prayer. Being sixty years old doesn't mean anything when most of those years were spent inside. He has to learn how to treat people well.]

Y... yes, if you want to.

[A pause.]

It might be easier if I transcribed it into Common so you could go over the words individually. Hold on. [He reaches inside his robes for his journal and pen. He turns it to a blank page, and quickly writes it down.]

[notmutantbutmiracle]

[Wanda peers over his shoulder as he writes. Curious, interested in seeing the characters he'll transcribe onto the blank page.]

SORRY ABOUT THAT... stupid fuckin hover menu

[arcanepower]

[If one squints at common runes they almost look like blocky Norse runes. Almost. There's polite spacing between the words, and some noticeable punctuation because Elvish is special. When he's finished, he angles the book so she can see it better and underlines the words with his finger. He'll try to ignore the invasion of personal space since he invited it basically.]

E-lor... bin-del... fel-al-lan... mo-rin-am-i-nor.

[The pronunciation is definitely closer to Latin vowels though.]

Sleep forever in quiet serenity. Roughly.

bishop

[hymnals]

[Adra's not eating--does he ever eat? It is a mystery--but he takes a seat in the kitchen all the same.]

Hey, Bel.

[arcanepower]

[Belth perks up immediately, ears and all. He's always happy to see Adra-- that is, unless he's done something wrong.]

Good evening.

[He's smiling, but it's a small thing.]

[hymnals]

[Adra sets a gentle, warm hand on Bel's back.]

I saw what you did. Your prayer. That was a good thing.

[arcanepower]

[Oh. He lowers his eyes.]

I... didn't know what else to do.

[His voice becomes very quiet.] They died like those who died of the plague. There is no cure, only cremation.

[hymnals]

I know. It was kind of you to offer them remembrance.

[To Adra, Bel's actions suggest an ability to look beyond himself--and his own race. SUCCESS.]