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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.]

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[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?

[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.

[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?

[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.]

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

[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.

Edited 2015-07-06 21:20 (UTC)

[Wanda surveys the page of symbols with a noticeable look of wonder on her face. It was hard not to find these things fascinating: artifacts, runes, really anything from other worlds, other universes even. While Baron Strucker had amassed a somewhat gigantic collection of salvage from the Chitauri's attack on New York, Wanda had always found it all rather creepy and foreboding. These symbols, or characters, rather and their strange pronunciation seemed far less sinister. In fact, they were rather beautiful, despite their arguably grim connotation.]

Ea-lore... bind-el... fela-lan... mor-in-amin-or?

[Her eastern European accent clearly on display as she attempts to pronounce the words herself.]

[Not all of Thalassian is about death. It's just this one part. Most of their language has to do with the sun, which is hard to believe when looking at this grumpy, dour child.]

Ay-lor been-del. Ilor means something else.

I suppose the accent is something that you can unlearn later.

[Wanda shakes her head, a weak smile on her face. Despite the quip about her accent, she recognizes that it does somewhat impede her ability to speak the language.]

I shall have to practice some more.

[She turns to look back at the small shrine.]

May I ask... was this your idea?

I've heard worse accents, at least.

[He's surprised by her question. He's the type to maybe brush it off, pretend he didn't, but the way his ears flatten against his hair gives him away immediately.]

Ah... yes. It's paltry in comparison to the shrines I have seen, but this is all I could bring.

Edited 2015-07-14 02:51 (UTC)

[Wanda's smile gets a bit warmer as she catches the young man's reaction to her question, she continues to look at the shrine he constructed. The expression on her face begins to mirror the thoughts and emotions that her mind becomes awash in, as she contemplates the events that transpired aboard this ship and her own part in them. Her only words are a brief murmur, both a response to her companions words and an echo of her own feelings towards the shrine.]

It is beautiful.

[He shakes his head.]

I... wanted to save them. Everyone wanted to save them, but we cannot. All we can do is try to keep it from happening again.

[Wanda doesn't respond at first. Instead, she simply nods her head, letting a brief moment of silence fall over them. She doesn't take her eyes away from the shrine when she speaks up again.]

Though we did not get to know what these creatures were like before all this madness, I am sure that they would have appreciated this gesture.

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Action; bug ship

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SORRY ABOUT THAT... stupid fuckin hover menu

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