Ritual of Destruction

[hearnoplague]

[ So, Kallamar was going to just burn the conques Lobelia left behind in the Seagull cabana, but apparently that's a bad idea.

So instead, he just brought them all in a drawstring backpack and invited people to do as they wished with them. Happy destroying! ]

(OOC Note: The shells will release whatever sound was stored in them upon destruction. Have fun with that. )

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[idologue]

[ Before the afterparty, Kallamar will run into Lacus at the Seagull cabana. She sees him collecting the conches and for a moment, she just observes him quietly. ]

[hearnoplague]

[ Hope you don't mind him collecting all the conques into a drawstring backpack from the gift shop. He was muttering miserably under his breath before he noticed Lacus staring at him. ]

... Yes?

[idologue]

You're going to destroy them, aren't you?

[ She's just standing here, making no move to stop him, but there is something in her tone that sounds solemn. ]

[hearnoplague]

... Yes. There are people who needed closure.

[ Though he does see she's miserable. ]

Why do you ask?

[idologue]

I'd rather know, before I return to simply find them gone.

[ She is not going to tell him not to do it - many of them should be destroyed by all rights. And still, it's good to understand what happened to them, by whose hand. ]

Watching him die was not closure on its own, then.

[ She understands that, too. It's not really a question. ]

[hearnoplague]

[ He shakes his head. ]

For me, seeing his singing shells here would only bring back... Unpleasant memories.

[ Some of them unrelated to Lobelia, not that he would admit it. ]

... Is that not the case for you?

cw gore mention

[idologue]

[ Unpleasant... That is a difficult descriptor to affirm or deny. Lobelia, half-eaten. Lobelia, ripping apart Beelzebub's body from the inside. Lobelia, dying over and over and over, his blood splashing onto her face like a light drizzle of rain... ]

... there are unpleasant memories that are worth carrying.

CW: MORE Gore Implications

[hearnoplague]

Are there? Truly?

[ He can feel the bandages on his ruined ears as they flick in annoyance. ]

Of course you would say such naive things. You've never had to carry a reminder of someone's betrayal on your very body for nearly a thousand years. And I doubt you never had the pleasure of being tormented by the betrayer's vessel no matter what you do to prevent their rampage.

[idologue]

... no, I have not.

[ Even imagining a thousand years is hard for her, when she's not even 20. But... ]

And I cannot tell you if, if I were you, I'd find those memories to be of value to me.

But I am not you, and you are not me. So kindly allow me to recall a person I loved, even if it is in a manner that is grotesque to you.

[hearnoplague]

...

[ So that's the reason why she wept. He would continue the argument further, but... Well. Bonds are strange, sometimes. ]

Very well. You may take one shell for yourself if it brings you comfort.

[idologue]

[ For a moment, Lacus' stomach turns at the way Lobelia's possessions are no longer his to decide over, already being divided up by others, but she keeps the sentiment to herself. ]

... thank you. I will take care to take one that does not put distress undue distress onto anyone here.

[ So... not a Haruka voice recording. ]

[hearnoplague]

[ He'll put the bag of shells he had already collected on one of the beds for her to look through and step back. ]