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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[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. ]