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]

[ Lacus startles, the singing immediately cutting out as she becomes aware of someone else in the vicinity. She whirls around, and then relaxes when she sees Shuda.

Though Lacus had been in no way to adequately react to it in the moment, she noticed his support on the trial island. If nothing else, this means that he is somebody who has accepted her grief. ]

... good evening. It's difficult to come to rest after all this, isn't it?

[dancing_flames]

[For a moment, a ghost of regret crosses his face-- he hadn't intended to alert her to his presence, much less interrupt her singing. But what's done is done, and while he doesn't move closer just yet, he makes no move to step away, either.]

... yeah. I'd hoped...

[But he stops. What HAD he hoped, anyway? That he could have exacted a bit of his own revenge? That so many other people hadn't ended up collateral damage in these events? That when he'd spoken to Vergilius on the beach earlier that evening, he could have said or done something that might have kept all of this from happening in the first place?

He sighs quietly.]

... guess it doesn't really matter what I'd hoped.

[idologue]

[ Lacus takes a moment to answer. Grief is heavy on her mind and words come to her more slowly than they usually would.

Eventually, she settles on something very simple: ]

I'd also hoped.

[ She'd spent the whole day hoping, against better knowledge. ]

We'll have to find new things to hope for.

[dancing_flames]

[Hope. For a moment, a tiny smile curls at the corners of his lips, small and sad.]

Vergilius told me that 'hope' was a terrible word. But I got the feeling he was trying to convince himself of that more than he was me.

[Ironic, really, given that until about a year ago, Shuda himself hadn't seen any reason to live beyond wanting to become strong enough to defeat Gale. He's still trying to adjust to everything changing so drastically.]

[idologue]

[ Vergilius... The more Lacus thinks about him, the more she has to wonder if it was exhausting to keep being so jaded all the time. ]

Did he tell you why he thought so?

[ Retroactively trying to get to know him is a pointless endeavor, but she can't help her curiosity. ]

[dancing_flames]

[Shuda shakes his head, that smile still lingering at the edges.]

I didn't ask.

[The two of them were much the same in that sense, honestly.]

But I think he cared far more than he let on. ... call it a hunch.

[On that, they're also quite similar.]

[idologue]

[ ... didn't ask, huh? People should be asking more questions, Lacus thinks. ]

He did go out of his way to chastise all of us, at least. He didn't have to.

[ Though maybe he also just liked feeling superior, which was why Lacus didn't like him much. Oops. ]