goldshirt: (this destiny ✬)
Jᴀᴍᴇs T. Kɪʀᴋ ([personal profile] goldshirt) wrote in [community profile] ataraxionlogs2013-01-13 10:58 am

OPEN LOG

CHARACTERS: ALL
LOCATION: O2 Garden, level 2, 10am
WARNINGS: the sads
SUMMARY: Chase's funeral service
NOTES: create your own threads, go wild, action and prose!



Sign posts throughout the garden lead to where everyone stands gathered at an apple tree, just a sapling. It was planted some months ago, and should be smaller than it is now, were it not for advances in the ship toward plant growth. Hanging from one slender branch is a small plaque, a wooden carving. It's a simple thing, though meticulously done, and on it reads ᴄʜᴀsᴇ ᴋɪʟɢᴀɴɴᴏɴ ( OPR » 001 » 113 ), ɪɴ ʟᴏᴠɪɴɢ ᴍᴇᴍᴏʀʏ, ᴊᴜᴍᴘ 14. Spreading out before it are lines of pews, moved there from the chapel, and bouqets of flowers: blooming red roses, white rose buds, and rosemary and lilies and daisies. Kirk didn't have anything special to wear for this occasion, and his gaze is down as everyone gathers. He wears his green Starfleet shirt, because it's as close to his dress uniform as he can get up here. It's not what he'd want, but it's better than nothing.

Jim's eyes lift, impossibly blue and an impossible ache in them. Normally, he smiles and laughs, greets people with a nod. Today, he's unbearably sober. He doesn't have a paper to read off of, or a podium, since that's all back at the chapel, but he doesn't need it. He knows what he needs to say.

"In accordance with the traditions of Starfleet and of Article 184 Starfleet Regulations, we are assembled here today to pay final respects to our honored dead," Jim takes a breath here, because he's only twenty six, and he shouldn't be having to do this for a girl who hadn't even hit ten. "In truth, Chase wasn't a member of Starfleet. She was, in her own words, the Vishual. I won't pretend to understand everything about her world, or the religion she stood for, but Chase had shown all the qualities anyone could expect out of a Starfleet officer. Kindness, a quick wit, bravery. A while ago, my chief medical officer came aboard, Leonard McCoy. He's since departed, but the day he arrived Chase ran up to me with the biggest smile on her face, told me he was here, and we greeted him together. He'd asked her if she'd been keeping an eye on me when he hadn't been around, and told her it was one hell of a task." He pauses here, a fond, sad smile on his face, because he knows it's true. "That day she'd asked if she could be a cadet, the youngest Starfleet would have ever seen. I told her I'd be honored," He swallows thickly here, and looks up. "Up here she served with dignity and loyalty and strength. She gave up everything for the people of this ship, to give us even a shred of hope to continue on, even against the word of her own God. I believe she knew what she was doing, and I believe she wouldn't want us thinking that her death was in vain, or empty.

Chase helped me plant this red apple tree. I dedicate it now to her," He chokes on the end of the last word, and his chin dips briefly, clearing his throat. It doesn't help, and he takes a breath, his eyes red with unshed tears. "If anyone else would like to say anything, or pass on prayer, I invite you to do so."

He clears his throat again, coughing before he steps away from the side of the apple tree, and finds his hands shaking as he opens the floor to everyone else present.
the_infiltrator: (☢ thank you for explaining)

[personal profile] the_infiltrator 2013-01-14 01:08 am (UTC)(link)
I'm sorry for your loss. [Her voice is a little flat, the way it is when she's curious and saying things because that's the program.]

How did he die?

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[personal profile] ringbearer 2013-01-15 07:02 am (UTC)(link)
[ frodo quietly appears, because kirk is someone he trusts, for a minute, he stands beside him. briefly, his tiny hand rests on the side of his arm, and while he says nothing, his eyes are solemn, dark. they know. they understand.

it is like watching aragorn's doubts, the weariness of gandalf's face. leaders carry burdens, burdens are a thing frodo knows. so he stands there, saying nothing but hoping that for a moment he might provide some presence, at least. ]

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sweetmotherofgod: (grow up Heather)

speechifying and then open

[personal profile] sweetmotherofgod 2013-01-13 09:29 pm (UTC)(link)
[Heather's holding the Ghansgraad as she steps up to the apple tree, eyes down, and it takes her a moment before she lifts them to speak.]

Usually when a child dies it's a tragedy because they'll never get to grow up. With Chase, the tragedy was that she never got to be a little girl, not really. Not until she was here. So I wanted to - to thank all of you who were close to her. Everyone who gave her a chance to do that. I know it meant a lot more to her than she probably ever told any of you.

When I was hurting, Chase shared a vision with me. She told me I had to be strong and then she gave me exactly what I needed to do that. I was just about at my lowest, and Chase gave me strength and comfort. I hope she's found hers now.

[A pause, and a tight breath because she's on the verge of tears as she lifts a piece of paper covered in a small hand's careful writing.]

This was with her things. I - I thought it would be -

[She doesn't finish, just reads.]

If beauty sits the child's kiss
Of laughter I amend
Can you catch her if she runs?

With this I would share with you
All of this count to no end

Behind your sealed eyes you miss
All that I've done for you
Will you catch me when I run?

If timing play evident
What will you say when you're late?

Stay with me and fall asleep
Pray to God for no bad dreams

Stay with me and fall asleep
Pray to God for no bad dreams.

[and then she walks back to perch at the end of one of the pews, still clutching the book, ready to listen to what others would say.]
za_rodina: (All that is left is all that i hide)

im sorry LMFAOfdfsdfasdfs

[personal profile] za_rodina 2013-01-14 09:44 pm (UTC)(link)
[In truth, Russia isn't quite sure why he's found himself at the funeral, even if he's simply lingering at the edges of the crowd. He'd known Chase, but it was a brief little thing and among the crying people he's half a mind to just turn right around.

In the end, he stands there with his hands in his pockets, watches and waits and wonders if this is what Chase would have wanted. But it's hardly something he would have known, so instead Russia listens to the crack of Kirk's voice and the speeches thick with tears and thinks it's truly a pity a child had died. But maybe that was the real heart break behind Chase's death, she was not a child until she showed up aboard the Tranquility, and even then she carried too much maturity upon those little shoulders of hers. That's what he thinks of as Heather gets to her feet and reads, breathes around her tears and sinks onto her pew as if that book is the only thing keeping her afloat.

And really, that's all the invitation he needs. So Russia steps around people and gently touches her shoulder, looks down at her without the smile he usually carries upon his face. Which is right around the time he realizes, uh, shit he doesn't know what to say.]

liar

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never gonna give you up

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never gonna let you down???

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this starter is totally because I wanted him to say it again fite me

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[Somewhere between the end of the service and when she leaves on a mission for blankets, while Takeshi is curled up and the air's still thick and crowded with hushed discussion, he walks up to her as she sits at one of the pews, seemingly oblivious to everything else for the moment. He almost doesn't want to interrupt. Well, okay, he thinks that she might not want to be interrupted.]

Hey...

[And no response. Normally he'd shake her shoulder but that might just turn into a hug, this situation. So he swipes his hand in front of her face and mutters her name as he stands there, leaning to peer down at her.]

Uh. Heather.

unlikely...

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[She doesn't say anything. She doesn't even have her violin with her, just her comm unit and her slate strapped to her wrist, and she's watching, quiet. She's not crying. She doesn't look sad, but alert, concerned; she can feel the Grace welling up in her, God's hand on her, but He hasn't taken over yet so she hopes that maybe she can sit through this today without having God do more than just comfort her.

She wants to say something.

She curses the fact that she can't.]
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[personal profile] constructum 2013-01-14 06:09 am (UTC)(link)
How are you? [ her voice is quiet and concerned as she takes a seat next to the girl, her eyes still focused up on the tree for a moment as she takes long breath.

sure, there was an awkward pause between ariadne approaching her and finally speaking up -- but it's only because dealing with this type of things was never exactly her forte. And to be honest, she really wasn't even sure how to approach this. ]

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toasterprophet: (... :()

Speech + OTA

[personal profile] toasterprophet 2013-01-13 10:54 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Leoben walks up to the apple tree and for a moment it seems he's not going to speak at all, just stare up at its branches. But then he clears his throat and, reading from another scrap of paper, recites in a soft voice that nonetheless carries throughout the gathering.]

In our days we've mourned insignias
The passing glance unstamped
We’ve rendered ourselves powerless, unfortunate
The useless mend the fixed
And on every hour it detonates.

[ ...And then stops, frowns, and tucks the paper away. He's dressed simply in the black ship's uniform today, without one of his strange patterned shirts thrown over it, and has slicked his hair back and shaved. He looks strangely young and strangely old, all at once.

Leoben looks up again at the tree.
]

I've never been too sure if that "Bible" some of you from Earth have shown me belongs also to the God I worship, and to Chase's. But from what I've read and heard, it's appropriate that this is an apple tree.

[ With that fairly abstruse and esoteric statement, he looks down. ]

My people...if we're facing final death, the cloud of unknowing. If we're afraid our souls won't reach God. This is what we say:

For those that we have lost in the past, and for those that we are mourning today, we must remember there is a higher purpose. Heavenly Father, grant us the strength, the wisdom, and above all, a measure of acceptance, however small.

With that, he returns to his seat in the pews, to watch and listen. If you're sitting by him he might at some point reach out to hold your hand. ]
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[personal profile] sweetmotherofgod 2013-01-14 02:21 am (UTC)(link)
[ Leoben is one of the people Heather's looking for specifically, and he may notice her eyes flicking over to him at points during the service. It's out of respect for the others here and their memories of Chase, though, that she waits until the crowd is thinning before approaching him, Ghansgraad held out on flat palms. ]

Leoben?

[ Quiet, cautious, because while she knows of him she doesn't know him, by any stretch. ]

I - I took this before I went looking for her. After her broadcast. I wanted to keep it safe for her, but... I guess that's not...

You should have it. I know it wasn't the same, but it should be with somebody who has at least some kind of faith. If Chase was gonna choose somebody to have it, I think she'd choose you.

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[ Surprise, surprise, Kara's been watching in the back for some time now. She may not be in her dress blues, but she's making due with her galactic uniform and she is doing her best to pay respect to the kid that did so much for the ship without maybe knowing it. ]

It was nice. [ she quietly admitted as she slid into the seat next to him, giving him a quick glance before her attention was back up on the service. ]

I'm sure she would have liked it.

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mansuetus: (☩ 31.)

O T A

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[ Chase named her 'Pearl' when Lucrezia taught her how to dance. They spun in circles until they were both dizzy and laughing.

A sweet soul, an innocent soul. Lucrezia's eyes are red and her face is pale; at times, she looks faint and sickly.

She clutches her rosary and speaks the prayer for Chase's soul, the Latin heavy on her lips.

Her voice stays clear. ]
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Memorare, o piisima Virgo Maria, non esse auditum a saeculo, quemquam ad tua currentem praesidia, tua implorantem auxilia....

[Cameron tries to sound like she's also in mourning.]

I didn't know anyone was religious here.

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yardbird: I got shot at last night. Lesson about married chicks: learned. (i got 99 problems and a bitch ain't one)

OTA

[personal profile] yardbird 2013-01-14 01:04 am (UTC)(link)
Murphy's prayer was a silent one. Big speeches and meaningful words had never been his thing. He could recount all the meaningful anecdotes and kind comforts that the little girl had ever given him, but that's all they are now. It's just memory.

It's okay, you're on the right path now, sir. Chase had sounded so sure of herself when she had said that, as though she knew. She said that she was oftentimes even right about the things she knew.

He didn't speak, because all he could think about when he looked at the gardens were the first words she had ever spoken to him: It's going to keep getting them.

More people will be buried here. He was haunted by that moment now than before. Death was just a cycle of life, a presence that followed him, so at the time her words could've meant anything. Now there was just something more scary about it. Chase was one of those people she talked about now, buried in the ground with the bird, with the memory of his own son.

Murphy shook his head from the far end of the pew as he listened to the people speak. A man of better faith than him would have dealt with death in stride, saying that it was "God's will" that these things just happen. But then why was he so angry and bitter about it? Like he couldn't shake this feeling like it was somehow His fault that this happened, but Chase wouldn't have wanted that.

The pain in his hand hardly did much to placate that anger and grief. Murphy balled his bandaged hand into a fist; it still hadn't healed, and he was glad right now that it hadn't. He would have regretted busting it up last night, but as the pain deepened, it was about the realest thing that he could focus on right now.
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She hadn't know this little girl. The only reason she could put a face to her name was because of the network post that had popped up a few days after her arrival. She was not family, a friend, or even an acquaintance but still, Eileen's heart had sunk when she heard the announcement.

It wouldn't sit right with her, not to attend. So here she was, going up silently after listening to speech after speech to give her own silent prayer. Her head bows down while her hands clasp together.

A sadness lays heavy in her heart, for the baby that never got a chance to grow up. She never could stomach the pain or death of children well. This time is no exception. It doesn't matter that they weren't close or that she didn't know her. A lost life is still lost, another poor child who wasn't saved.

Wherever you've gone, may you be in peace.

Memories drudge up, of that ugly damp prison and its tower of cells. The poor little girls and boys who had once been there, the awfulness in Henry's voice when he had told her before they had even entered into that horrifying world. A part of her wants to be angry for those children, for Chase, because these things should never happen. But they do. They did.

...she thinks of looking up at that little boy, blood trailing over her eye and blurring her vision.

She feels her eyes begin to well up. Bringing a hand up to wipe the dampness from her eyes, she turns and walks away, only to bump into Murphy.

"Oh! I'm sor - Murphy?"

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And her own prayers, too, have been silent. She is a stranger to this place, would have been a stranger to the child, as well, but she has come regardless, to pay her own respects for a loss she cannot feel as deeply as those around her, but feels nonetheless. Perhaps, she thinks, the girl will die here only to awaken in whatever home she has, and perhaps it is a blessing then. But it is unknown, all of it, and hope is important but a fool's hope is - well - foolish.

And even if that was the case, it is little to the people who grieve for her. Zelda would share that burden, if she could, and perhaps she prays for them, too, for all of them brought here and suffering now. If her goddesses can hear her, however, she cannot hear them in return. She expected that. It had been the same in the world between worlds, hadn't it?

She will do as she has always done - that is to say, she'll do all she can. It's with that in mind, that when her eyes come to Murphy, a face she recognizes, they slip immediately to his bandaged hand. Her brow knits, and she cannot tell how he came to hurt himself, not truly, but she knows that here is someone who has had more grief than many.

She isn't quick to take the seat beside him, however. Instead, she clears her throat, gaze rising from his hand to his face once more, her hand coming to rest on the pew. "May I?"

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Frodo didn't do much really. He looked for a place to sit, to rest his legs, weary no matter how often he slept. The days were truly growing darker, he thought, not on one occasion but many. This was such a day.

Peering over at Murphy, he felt perhaps, that there was one, that he could sense pain from. Frodo Baggins had been mischievous once and while generally he'd always been well-mannered, he had not been as keen to see another's suffering if he had not been undergoing it himself.

Now that he was, he could see it. See it so clearly.

He sat beside him, watchimg him with large, silent eyes. He glances at the tree, and says nothing. A presence at times, speaking or not, did good, and at least he wanted to try.

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[personal profile] servant 2013-01-14 03:46 am (UTC)(link)
[Merlin stays towards the back, lingering at the outer edge of those who've gathered. He'd met the girl only once, maybe not enough to say that he knew her, even though she'd seemed to know him.]

[He mourns that he didn't get to know her better. It troubles him that she'd had a destiny, and what of it now?]

[Most of all, it just makes him sad that they're gathered here for a child. Merlin sighs, head down and hands behind his back. He won't feel like doing his chores for the rest of the day. And he doubts Arthur will make him.]
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[Tobias attends because he's taken up residence in the gardens, and because he can appreciate the loss of life in battle. he didn't know much, and these computers were far beyond him, but she was something unique, he could tell that much.

he shuffles to his left on the thin limb over Merlin's head, and the branch shakes a handful of leaves down onto his shoulder. it isn't purposeful, and if he's honest, he doesn't really notice he does it.]

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[personal profile] constructum 2013-01-14 05:46 am (UTC)(link)
[ Ariadne stayed quietly to the side, her expression never changing from anything more than pure sadness, as she sat with her hands in her lap, nervously fiddling with a small gold bishop as her eyes fixed up on the apple tree in front of her. She’s trying her best to keep it together for as long she can here, but she knows she can’t make any promises here – not any more – not when she’s seen far too many loved ones die.

Chase was always somewhat of a mystery to her after all - something she just didn't understand and knew she never would. But even with what she did know about Chase (the vishual, the crowing, etc.) there was still always a part of Ariadne that wanted to protect her – to keep her safe – to let her be the child that loved to color and explore for as long as she could.

So really, anything less than being here and trying her best to be the person Chase knew she could be would be a lie and wrong. ]
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[personal profile] andblockbuster 2013-01-14 09:16 pm (UTC)(link)
[Topher hung back from all of this, not wanting to intrude, considering he barely knew half the people Chase considered family, even when they considered each other family, so he just feels weirdly out of place and uncomfortable with the whole thing. Funerals are so frustrating and emotionally draining and having to be at one just after getting Bennett back (in a sense) just makes his stomach twist painfully, suddenly aware of how easy it would be to lose her again.

And here's Ariadne and it's no better when he thinks of her and how long she's been here and how easy it would be to lose her too. He moves away from his private corner to stand beside her.]
Hey. [His voice is a little choked, but he's otherwise fine. There's that anyway...]

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[personal profile] throwsdown 2013-01-14 11:41 am (UTC)(link)


ch33rs-too-much[Takeshi more than likely spends most of the time very close to Heather--as she had been the one to guide him here to this. He'd wanted to come and stand here and remember her with the others; in the apartment, no one ever had these. They just... move on, keeping them only silently in memory.

He sees why it's that way instead. He reaches out blindly and squeezes a hand, and he really doesn't even care who's hand it might be. It's all so sad... It makes him so, so sad. Strangely enough, he's dead quiet and without tears for the entirety of the procession who speak on her behalf. His wandering gaze starts stunned, and ultimately he mimics some of the stonier facades around the gardens.

At one point, he carefully pulls a picture from his sketchpad that he intends for only to be for him and Chase--she's never seen it, but he hopes that, as he folds it and places it among the flowers people have left behind she may just find it somehow... Some way ('please, Gantz, take her to your rooms--let her live again') It's nothing much, but the image of him and her in messy, vibrant colors is one he'd like her to keep with her. He realizes somewhere around here that she's never going to be able to speak to him about his picture--so he lets himself cry, finally. Let's the tears rush down his cheeks and doesn't bother trying to get rid of them.

People begin to leave, he prays at her tree-- but ultimately, he doesn't want her to feel lonely there, so he lays down, curls up, and rests his eyes with her. It's okay, Chase. You don't always have to sleep alone; he'll make sure of it. He'd want the same, if it were him... because he knows how cold death can feel.

He pretends for a moment that she's sleeping near him, and it brings short-lived peace.]
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[personal profile] sweetmotherofgod 2013-01-15 06:21 am (UTC)(link)
[She tries to let him have his space. It's important that he be allowed to grieve, and to do it in his own way rather than with her clutching at him like a living teddybear. When he curls up at the tree, while there are still enough people there to watch over him - and they're all especially aware of the children on board right now, that wound so raw it still bleeds - she makes the round trip to her room, returning with her arms full of bedding. Tries to strike the right balance between approaching quietly and respectfully and not startling him.]

Hey, kiddo. Mind if I join you?

[It's not so weird, not really. She's read about cultures where it's the norm for a person's loved ones to stay with the body after they die, to keep the spirit company while it moves from one world to the next. And sure, that normally happens... well, when there's a body, rather than at the memorial site, but the intent is the same. That's what counts, right?]

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[personal profile] wolfdreamer 2013-01-14 03:19 pm (UTC)(link)
[At the edge of the benches and flowers and people, there is Bran and Summer, quietly watching. Bran's hands are clenched into fists, one at his side and the other twisted in Summer's fur, holding tightly to his direwolf. Summer sits, untroubled, his ears twisting at the words that make their way back toward them. It is Bran's face that is twisted with a quiet unhappiness--not exactly sadness, and not exactly anger, but something in between.

He does not approach the tree and the people, and he does not leave, but stays off to the side, watching, his mouth set in a grim fierce line. He is thinking of the crypts at Winterfell, and the silent statues of the old kings of the north; he is thinking of his father, of the bones that were Lord Eddard Stark, headless and swordless and lifeless, empty of everything that was his father; he is thinking of Chase, teaching him games, laughing, somber, serious, happy. It's time you got angry.

His fist clenches a little tighter in Summer's fur, but still they linger at the fringe of everything, watching.]
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[personal profile] ironbanded 2013-01-15 04:49 am (UTC)(link)
[ she hadn't known the girl they mourn, having arrived only just before her death, but she is here regardless, because she grieves regardless, and because even if the girl's (Chase, her name was Chase) gods are not her gods, she wants to give a prayer of her own, or few, or many. in the face of such a loss, there is little more that she - queen or princess or chosen as she may be - can give.

seldom does she feel so much a girl - indeed, it's been so long since she felt so helpless. there is nothing to be done but hope, and stand for the future, and be prepared to give her utmost to prevent such things from happening. it does not take long for Zelda to invest herself so.

the dead do not return here. that much is evident, and although it may be the natural order, may be right - it is a weight in her heart all the same.

it is not her that notices the boy at first - it is Sahar, her own direwolf, who picks up on of her own closeby. her attention drags Zelda's, and with her prayers done for the moment, she approaches him, the sandy wolf not leaving her side as she does so - but wanting to, clearly.

he's young, a child, but there is age in his face, and wisdom, and sorrow beyond his years. she doesn't want to intrude, and yet, she doesn't want to leave another to their sadness.

Sahar, of course, faces no such qualms, and closes the distance between them to sniff at the other wolf, and at the closed fist of the boy (but boy isn't right, not really) beside him. ]


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[personal profile] handelaar 2013-01-15 07:48 am (UTC)(link)
[Netherlands isn't here for the funeral. In fact, for most of the service he's hardly here; instead he patrols the second level. Makes sure everything is going smoothly and that no one's going to interrupt, intentionally or otherwise, and only occasionally does he swing by, skirting around the back of the pews to sweep his eyes over the proceedings.

Not that he gives much of a damn about the proceedings. Chase was someone he thought creepy at best (and disdainful, condescending, frustrating, full of shit, the list goes on) but a lot of people he's attached to were attached to her as well, so here he is, for once not mentally ragging on the flowers at a funeral. He's watching the crowd, as a whole, but his gaze lingers over several people in particular as he sweeps it over.

Even as it wraps up and passengers begin to trickle away, he keeps to the edges, like he shouldn't really be there. Finally pulls out a goddamn cigarette and tries to light it... tries to light it...


Fuck, this thing's out of lighter fluid again. After giving it a shake he begins patting down his coat - he's wearing his old clothing, today, full out Regency era shit - maybe there's a match in it somewhere.]
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[It should be no surprise when he shows up at Netherlands' shoulder, really. And in truth, he hadn't known Chase enough to really have an opinion on her, so Russia's here if only out of some sense of duty, or some odd fragment of curiosity. But though Russia goes and speaks with Heather, he finds himself dwelling more so on the fringes of the group. Too at odds with the people mourning to be one of them, especially for someone he's spoken to twice, perhaps.

In the end, he taps his knuckles against Netherlands' arm, offers up his lighter and doesn't quite smile. There's something nostalgic about the clothes Netherlands is wearing, and it's a bit odd when compared to the situation they're in. But he supposes much the same happens when he wears his old uniform, all blues and memory wrapped up in fabric. That's a thought for another day though, so Russia slips his hands into his pockets, watches the crowd as it slowly disperses.]

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