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Cordelia Chase (cordychase) wrote in parabolical,
@ 2008-06-03 18:01:00

Entry tags:

annie wheaton, buffy summers, cindy mackenzie, claire bennet (future), claire littleton, clark kent, cordelia chase, diana prince, giselle, jack sparrow, kitty pryde, nathan petrelli, peter petrelli (future), rachel "sister" wheaton, sarah vida, tia dalma, will turner

Who: OPEN TO ALL GOOD GUYS AND/OR NEUTRAL PARTIES
What: Katara's Memorial Service
When: 9 a.m.
Where: Santa Monica Pier
Rating: TBD
Status: In Progress

It was a beautiful morning in Los Angeles. The sun was slowly making its ascent across a clear blue sky and there was a crispness to the air that hid the heat that would be upon them by that afternoon. Really, it was a day for the record books and one of the reminders why the city was - or at least had once been - such a large beacon for tourists from far and wide.

Santa Monica Pier was also, in its own way, majestic as well. Seeped in history, surrounded by an ocean with water so blue it was difficult to tell where it ended and the sky began; the entire scene was like something from a storybook. The only difference between a typical morning and this morning, really, was the somber group that had begun to gather beneath the large sign that hung overhead and welcomed people to the area.

Cordelia glanced around at those who had already arrived, wondering how many more would show before the service was set to begin. They still had ten minutes or so, by her watch, and she intended to give as many people as much of a chance as she could to make it before saying their goodbyes. In the meantime, she absently smoothed down the front of the simple black dress she was wearing and turned her attention to the ocean itself.

I wish we could have done this at night. The moon was where she found her strength, not the sun.

Arms draped across the railing, her hair blowing gently in the wind, the Seer struggled against the tears that blurred her vision and tried to remind herself that the time of day didn't really matter. Remember Katara, honoring her life and moving ahead with the intent of making sure her death hadn't been in vain, those were the things that mattered.

But a small part of her, however unreasonable, still thought it just wasn't fair. They hadn't had a choice on losing her, and hadn't had a choice on whether they could fight to get her back. At the very least, they should have had an option to say their farewells when the moon was the dominant object in the sky.

Another glance at her watch and Cordelia's stomach tightened a bit. Seven minutes. Then they would spread Katara's ashes across the water that she had loved so much, say a few words in memory of a girl who had been struck down far too soon, and do their best to move ahead without her. Idly, she wondered if anyone else had joined the group yet and glanced over her shoulder to do a quick head count.

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crystallized
2008-06-03 05:25 pm UTC (link)

Sarah stared out over the ocean, hands clenching at her sides. Of all the times that she had to be alone, be outside of the group because she tended to be on the more bitchy side, this had to be one of them. She looked over at Cordelia and then everyone else, solidly wishing that she had been able to see Katara again alive.

She had been so young, so very young. Her hands tightened on the railing and she stared out over the ocean in silence now. Shifting her hands a little, her gaze returned to Cordelia for the moment.

Walking over to her, the black clothes made Sarah's already pale skin stand out a little more. She settled her hand against Cordy's arm, a gentle touch as she stared out over the ocean. "You shouldn't be alone right now.."

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cordychase
2008-06-03 11:54 pm UTC (link)

Cordelia turned her head, giving Sarah a sad, watery sort of smile. There was determination there, though, too. She wouldn't break down. Not here, not now. She would be strong. She had to be strong.

"None of us should be alone," she replied softly, stifling a sigh as she looked back to the water. "It shouldn't be such a nice day, either." There was a hint of bitterness there, to be certain.

Pushing lightly away from the railing, she wrapped her arms around herself and turned to the blond. "I'll never forget her threatening Angel with a wave of holy water. Before she knew he was a vampire," Cordelia murmured before shaking her head fondly and closing her eyes against the memory.

"It's never easy to lose one of our own." Her hazel eyes re-opened, her head turning to meet Sarah's sapphire gaze. "Especially when they're as young as she was."

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crystallized
2008-06-04 12:11 am UTC (link)

"You can't help what is and what the day looks like." She replied softly, her own smile a little shaky. She had lost so much and without Kris here, she felt wrong. More than wrong, even. Shaking her head though, she'd move on and deal with it. Because she had to and she had people she needed to be strong for.

"I'll never forget her being stubborn about healing me even when there were others that needed it more. Hell, I'm used to broken bones by now. I've had enough in my lifetime. But Katara was stubborn, I gave her the magic, she wanted to repay the favor."

Her head shook very slowly, just back and forth for the moment. Her hand slammed off of the railing and sent the little bit of it that she had hit into pieces.

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	mac_savvy 2008-06-03 06:02 pm UTC (link)
	Mac wasn't big on the memorial scene--after all, it seemed so morbid to her. She hadn't know Katara, but she did bring Backup along with her because Veronica hadn't been seen since yesterday. Mac was worried about that, but Veronica had some serious issues and probably wanted to be left alone. Veronica talked about Katara once in a while. Backup wasn't his usual, perky self. (Reply to this)

no_savior
2008-06-03 06:16 pm UTC (link)

Peter stood by the railing, not leaning, simply standing straight and looking out over the ocean. There was a stony expression on his unfamiliar face. He hated, hated that he couldn't even be himself for this. Katara's memorial. He was clad in black, but missed his coat. Hiro had pointed out that it was practically trademarked Petrelli, so he'd left it behind.

In his mind's eye, he was seeing another beautiful, blue-eyed woman, another one he had been unable to save. He hadn't thought about Simone in a long time, but now he realized the similar strength between the two. The same determination to do what was right. And both, killed untimely in the pursuit of that.

Peter's thoughts returned to the present. Katara. Kat. He missed Kat. The body was wrong, but his feelings were the same. He hoped it was enough.

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wondy
2008-06-03 07:00 pm UTC (link)

This wasn't the first time Diana had lost a compatriot. Nor was it the first time she second-guessed herself, wondering if she could have prevented it. But Peter and the others hadn't called for her help. No one had told her of the danger, or else she would have done all she could for her fellow fighters.

This wasn't the time or place for such self-recriminations, so Diana stayed silent as she approached the pier. A few others had already arrived; she swept the small crowd for Peter's face before she realized he couldn't risk being seen in public. Not when their enemies thought him to be dead. It saddened her further; she knew that Peter and the one named Cordelia were close to Katara. He would need this support and sympathy.

Quietly, she made her way to the other grief-stricken mourners.

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psycho_mantis
2008-06-03 07:06 pm UTC (link)

Surprisingly, given his usual distance, Mantis was there, as well--- even given the headache and noise he was putting up with at that moment. He'd brought Luke, as well, and the boy was clinging with a death-grip to the man's bony hand, small, pale form practically plastered to Mantis' leg and side. He looked terrified beneath the blank expression, blue eyes flickering back and forth as if searching for the Bad Man.

Mantis had deemed it safe, however, and had decided it was better to re-introduce Luke to the outside world sooner rather than later. After all, the longer they waited, the less likely it would be that Luke would recover.

So. There they were, Mantis for once in dark gray slacks and a dark, long-sleeved shirt. He'd replaced his gas-mask with a simple, full-face black mask---the gas-mask rasped so loudly, it would have no doubt disturbed the service. Mantis knew that funerals were generally supposed to be quiet affairs; not so for him, naturally, but he thought perhaps the others would appreciate his consideration.

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sisterisfine
2008-06-06 01:39 am UTC (link)

Rachel hadn't really known Katara, but Annie had been quite upset when she'd died and she'd promised they could go. So, here they were. Her gaze flickered around at the handful she did recognize, before ultimately letting Annie take the lead. It was rare that her sister did things like that, so she figured there was someone there that she was comfortable around.

"Man-tis." Annie managed with a shy smile, ducking her head a bit and peering up at the man in the mask. Rachel blinked, taken a bit aback, but not entirely thrown for a loop.

Then Annie looked to the boy beside Mantis. "Luke!" she stated simply, her attention then going to the bunny in her arms. She patted it on top of the head and looked away.

Rachel smiled at Mantis. "I'm Sister," she stated, offering a bit of a wave before looking back to Annie. She had known her sister had managed well enough without her in this place, but she hadn't realized that she fit in quite so well. For once, Rachel was the odd one out. It was a thrilling, and humbling, experience.

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princesstobe
2008-06-03 07:09 pm UTC (link)

Giselle was in attendance, she still couldn't believe Katara was gone. She'd been such a bright and beautiful young woman and now she wasn't here anymore. She was just gone... This never would have happened in Andalasia, and for the first time in a long time, Giselle found herself very much missing her home.

Everyone was so sad, and so was she. Giselle wasn't used to feeling like this. She didn't know Katara very well, but she'd always been so nice to Giselle and she was just a wonderful person and now she wasn't here. And Giselle didn't know how they were going to carry on without her.

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lostaussie
2008-06-03 08:19 pm UTC (link)

Claire stood away from most of the group, mainly because they knew Katara much better than she did. However, Claire always felt that she had some special connection with Katara. After all Katara had been there when Claire gave birth to Aaron, she had directed Claire and helped. She was there when Aaron screamed his first screams and breathed his first breath.

She was dressed in black, as was Aaron whom was sitting in a stroller. Aaron was surprisingly quite and sombre, it was almost as if he understood what was going on.

Claire glanced around taking in everyone else who was there, before squatting down beside the stroller, extending a finger to Aaron, who instantly grabbed hold of it and did not let go.

He gurggled slightly, sounding sad. Claire managed a tiny smile, even though she wanted to cry.

"Ka...kaka," Aaron said softly. "Kaka, kaka."

Claire's hand instantly went to her mouth and she tried to hold in a sob, it didn't work.

[ooc: Of course as soon as I post before I remembered that Katara was there when Aaron was born...and then IJ was a goober *insert dramatic sigh here plz*]

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kitty_pryde
2008-06-03 09:07 pm UTC (link)

While Kitty hadn't known Katara very well, she still thought putting in an appearance at her memorial service was important. And so, there she stood, hanging in back of the crowd that had gathered on the pier. It really was a beautiful day, and yet the atmosphere was quite gloomy and depressing, as funerals often were.

Kitty had seen her share of death in recent years, but it never got easier to accept that it was apart of life. Everyone (at least those who were mortal) would eventually have to face it on their own one day. But, the good thing that generally happened during someone's passing was that people got a renewed interest in their own lives, to live them to the fullest and without regret.

As a gentle breeze blew through her hair, Kitty closed her eyes for a moment and drew in a slow, deep breath. She had told herself that she wasn't going to let her emotions get the better of her, but she couldn't help it.

The familiar sting in the corner of her eyes made her open her eyes, and tears began filling them to the brim. But, they did not fall.

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selfpropelled
2008-06-03 09:08 pm UTC (link)

Grief was ultimately something private for all, even when that grief bonded a group together, and in that respect Nathan had given Peter and the others he knew their space for now before the service began. It gave him time to pay his respects in his own way. At the railing he stopped, looking out at the water silently for a long time before doing anything. A passage from something had been poking at his mind since arriving, and finally he remembered the full of it after he stood looking out at the water for a time.

Reaching into the inner pocket of his suit, he withdrew a small laurel wreath, decorated with white flowers and a sprig of evergreen, the three all part of the burials at sea he'd witnessed in his time during his time in the Navy. They hadn't had a chance to fight side by side, but as far as Nathan was concerned, she was still a fallen comrade. The others were closer to her, to be certain, but he felt her loss just the same.

"All the waters run to the sea and yet the sea is not full, and from the place where they began, thither they return again."

He wasn't really aware he'd spoke the words out loud, though it had been very soft, and if anyone was close enough to hear, he wasn't aware of that either. Falling silent, he flicked his wrist and sent the wreath airborne, the assemblage landing on the water below with a splash.

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adarkerfuture
2008-06-03 10:06 pm UTC (link)

Claire stood away from everyone else. She didn't really know Katara too well, but she wanted to be here anyway. She was part of their team and they needed to honor her. She'd given her life fighting the good fight, like so many before her. She'd been so young and full of life, Claire couldn't believe she was gone.

She stood there, looking out at the water. This shouldn't have happened, it was such a tragedy. Everyone was so sad and quiet. Claire remembered what it was like in her own world when tragedies like this happened all over, all the time just because of what people were.

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(( because the song is too pretty to ignore ))

sayno_to_mutiny
2008-06-03 10:28 pm UTC (link)

Jack was certain that while everyone was feeling some sense of guilt or grief, his level of guilt differed. The two had bickered last they had been together and only barely had they 'made up,' something to the point of polite conversation. And yet Jack had to be here. Katara was the first person to greet him in this city of lost angels and torn people. The first to amaze him with her water bending abilities and to reassure him that while he was without anyone from his world (at the time), he was not alone. They had all been pulled without choice or reason and thus, they shared something.

He waited until no one else was near the railing before slow dragging himself forward. It wasn't that Jack didn't have a heart or was unaffected by Katara's death, it was he chose to not show it as much. He was hardly his lively, swaggering self, but he also kept the grief in check.

When he was sure no one could hear him, or at least he assumed, Jack softly sang for Katara, eyes locked on the water.

"Home is behind
The World ahead
And there are many paths to tread
Through Shadow
To the Edge of Night
Until the Stars are all alight."

He gave a quick nod and moved away, heading back for home. Or at least his new home with William.

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boy_scout
2008-06-03 10:41 pm UTC (link)

Clark had shown up wearing his primary clothes, blue shirt under a red jacket. It had not taken him long to arrive here. As he stood among the other people, he had a solemn expression on his face. He was a bit stronger under the sunlight.. but he did not feel that way.

He had, on occasion, questioned himself when a life was lost. Asked himself if there was any way he could have stopped it, any way he could have prevented the event. He had lost quite a few people in his life.. and this was just one more loss.

He had not even known Katara that well. The only times he had been around her, aside from board postings, was in the couple fights the team had against evildoers. And yet, this loss was felt just as much as the others. The team had lost a good friend, the city had lost a great hero.

The alien farmboy stared a up at the sky, closing his eyes. Thinking. Contemplating. And after a few minutes, he looked back down. He mumbled under his breath, to himself, "Katara.. your deeds and kindness will never be forgotten. It will have meaning."

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womanscorned
2008-06-04 02:48 am UTC (link)

At the edge of the pier, there was a woman tossing various different herbs and leaves into the water. While she worked, there was a haunting, rich tune falling from her lips, in what sounded like West Indies Creole. It was a ballad, one sung for the sea, to take her children back to her bosom, and guide them well to the life beyond.

It was a song in tribute to her, to Calypso, but the bound goddess sang it instead for Katara. The Water-Witch she had come to admire upon their voyage to Davy Jones' Locker. The young woman was gone now, but she had died a good death. Tia Dalma was here to be sure her remains were accepted by the water, and that the ocean took her spirit, to bring Katara peace as part of the power that was her element.

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wturner
2008-06-04 07:47 am UTC (link)

In the journey to World's End, Will had developed a great amount of respect for those that he had traveled with and those that they had rescued. Champions of the innocent and the helpless, who gave selflessly of themselves to see that others remained safe in a world where evil preyed on so many. He had greatly admired young Katara and her water abilities as well as her spirit. It hardly seemed fair that she was struck down so young and in such a way.

There were already people there, and Jack briefly which suprised and made Will proud of his old friend. He stayed to the outside of the gathering group, not being one of them he didn't want to interrupt or impede where he was not needed, but to pay his respects and say good-bye to someone who would be dearly missed by all concerned.

He closed his eyes and lowered his head, reciting a small prayer that he had learned in church when he was a boy and his mother had taken him, back when things were simple. As the 'amen' passed his lips, he looked up again, out at the ocean and the horizon beyond.

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savedtheworld
2008-06-04 09:30 am UTC (link)

It wasn't fair. It just was not fair at all that Katara had died. Buffy had died before, but she'd come back. Katara couldn't do that, and that just wasn't fair. Why should Buffy be so special that she was able to be resurrected. Could Willow have saved Katara if she hadn't been evil? Buffy's mind was plagued with these questions, and the worry that her best friend would never return to them.

Katara was gone and it wasn't right. There were so many people here, honoring her. Buffy had saved the world, and died, but she'd come back. Why couldn't Katara come back too? The world would never be the same without her. She was such an amazing young woman, and Buffy had admired her greatly.

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