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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 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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SORRY ABOUT THAT... stupid fuckin hover menu

No worries!

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