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天道大輔 ([info]agenttendo) wrote in [info]yegods,
@ 2011-12-04 13:49:00

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Entry tags:!log, #npc:cassiel, daisuke tendo, felix vinter, katsumi nakashima, molly mitchell, rodion bonniman, simon renaud

Bryan's Memorial and a Mysterious Visitor
Who: Everyone who attended the Memorial and a Newcomer
When: Mid-afternoon, 4 December
Where: The Catacombs
What: The Memorial Ceremony Concludes and is Crashed
Rating: PG
Status: Complete

**NOTE: Just add your tag when you pose in and there is no order so just pose when you want your character to interject**



It was a surprisingly positive turnout for the last minute memorial put together by Daisuke, Katsumi, and the other Shinto Demi-Gods. It seemed that Bryan was well-known in the Catacombs. After all, it was difficult to forget a redheaded, Asian-featured, freckle-faced, dude with an Irish accent who carried around an Onmyodo staff (which to mundanes looked like a nifty fountain pen). Sure, his mood fluctuated which made him very unpredictable but he was generally well-liked, especially among the members of the Magic Guild and the Celtic demi-gods. He did have repoire with those from his home pantheon too.

The memorial had Bryan's staff at the center point, the staff was left at the scene as his body was taken away. There were even chard marks on it. Around the staff, incense, lit candles, flowers, coffee, and Kahlua stood as offerings. At the base was the portrait that someone at the Art Guild had made, copying a picture someone had.

Even though Daisuke really didn't want to, Natalie had insisted he lead it because of his status. Daisuke tried asking one of Bryan's good friends, who were all Celtic Demi-Gods, but they didn't know proper protocol. So Daisuke, who was admittedly out of practice when it came to Shinto, started with the prayers, which wasn't entirely complicated. He led the Shinto demi-gods to clap their hands and pray and hoped everyone else would follow. It was more to call attention to the gods to watch over Bryan as he made his next move and that he was loved.

Daisuke decided to kill the obituary offering mainly because Bryan's mother and her family didn't know his true nature so wound find it odd to receive a large sum of money. This was when the memorial took a more a western approach. People were allowed to share thoughts, feelings, and memories. It was during this time, the staff began to glow a purplish hue, which some took mention that Bryan was here listening.

"If we have nothing else to share, I call this memorial concluded... feel free to mingle if you wish," Daisuke mentioned, who remained stoic during most of the ceremony. At that moment, he rubbed his nose, hiding a few tears.

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[info]beautifultouch
2011-12-04 08:39 pm UTC (link)
Felix has never been to a Shinto funeral. Once, during his time in Thailand, he was asked to come to a student's mother's funeral, but it had been Buddhist, which means it was pretty different from this. He had thought Shinto was for weddings and Buddhism for funerals, but then, even if a demi-god was part-Japanese, it would probably be weird for them to break from their main religion to follow a cultural norm. So this is a first for him, and it's a very solemn thing. He's just gotten back from shopping with Molly (he only had time to throw what he'd picked up into his locker at the gym and change into his funeral suit before rushing over), and he's caught somewhere between these moods. It makes the whole thing feel surreal. It's hard to believe that he's at a funeral now. It makes having been at work this morning - even having been out shopping not an hour ago - feel like it was days prior.

One can probably guess that Felix is not really the kind of guy who makes sense at a funeral. There's no room for smiles, and since a smile is nearly always plastered on his face, that his features are drawn into a quiet stoicism makes he himself look very strange and unnatural. Having nothing to say about O'Keefe he has remained quiet and pensive throughout the ceremony. Felix isn't really the magical theory kind of magic user. Sure, he does have a magical power, but it's not the kind that really lends itself to academic training. It's always just been a feel thing for him, so he has never actually even been inside the Magic Guild. So he just doesn't really know the guy that well, but still, O'Keefe was one of them, and Felix respects that. Respects it and feels sad that someone who was part of their community has been killed in such a way. It's really disheartening. It's really disturbing.

As the ceremony concludes, he decides he might as well go over and let the organizers know that they did a good job on it. He heads towards Daisuke first, holding out a hand as he reaches the tall Japanese man. "Thanks for doing this," he says, unsure if he should smile or not, so looking a little uncomfortable as his mouth twitches back and forth.

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[info]onyourfeet
2011-12-04 09:00 pm UTC (link)
Molly didn't know Bryan, nor did she have any real affiliation with the Magic Guild, but she had decided to attend the memorial out of respect. It was obvious that he had touched the lives of a few people. While she did like to keep herself at arms length most of the time, and she didn't really grok with the vibe of memorials, she had enough heart to take other people into consideration. During the service, she kept mostly to the back of things, not wanting to draw attention to herself. It was also much harder for her to reach out and snatch anything; she was absolutely sure that funerals had a zero-tolerance policy for stealing. It was not that she felt particularly opportunistic; her compulsions never really went away, and while the people prayed and said nice things, she wondered what everyone's wallets had in them.

At the announced end of ceremonies, her eyes glanced over the crowd, looking for familiar faces. She'd been able to keep herself out of trouble this long, but it was only a matter of time before that would come to an end. She needed someone to lean on and keep her busy; more importantly, she needed to break out of all the somber attitudes and get back to enjoying life. It was nice to respect someone's unfortunate passing, but she refused to dwell on it. Sam would be the best choice at this point, but she wouldn't be opposed to anyone else. She saw Felix and contemplated bothering him, but changed her mind when she saw him approaching someone else.

The nearest wall became her perching spot.

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[info]magienoir
2011-12-04 09:21 pm UTC (link)
Simon knew Bryan O'Keefe. Having been a regular face at the Magic Guild (and shop) for the last four years, they'd crossed paths a number of time. He hadn't really liked the guy that much. He was just so moody. Simon was never sure whether he'd be greeted with a smile, or if O'Keefe was going to be curt, and probably that isn't the best mix - two people who are highly mercurial in mood. So no, he hadn't really gotten along with the onmyoji that well. It is, however, good PR to be here. After all, being Hecate's son? It kind of makes people distrust you, and that little nugget of information has been going around since the beginning of November. People in the guild who'd previously been quite pleasant to him have in the last month become a lot colder. It's a hard stigma to escape. No doubt, some of the oldest members probably even remember Nikolas Marvros, and that certainly hasn't helped Simon much. So coming here today makes him look a lot more kind and sympathetic, which is one reason he's here, despite not liking O'Keefe all that much.

The other, of course, is that Daisuke and Kat put this together, and Simon has been becoming close to both of late. Even this might not have gotten him out here, had it not been for the fact that - after being withdrawn and even curt yesterday - Daisuke made time to come over and drop off the tickets. Sure, Simon had immediately assumed that this gesture meant that Daisuke was somehow angry at him for something and didn't want to go with him, but that matter had been smoothed out soon enough. So he felt like he ought to come and do this, since it seemed important to Daisuke and also important to Katsumi. They are two of the only people that he has any desire to please pleasantly.

A funeral is a funeral, though, regardless of the denomination holding the service, and Simon doesn't really like them, because this is one place where he can never seem to make his face do exactly what it should. He can never look quite sad or pensive enough. It's boring, and he feels bored. It shows on his face, though he does continuously try to recall that and hide it. He needs to look grave. He needs to look like he's as scared and sorrowful as everyone else here. He's not, though. Sure, he knows personally how painful it is to be burned alive. It's an ugly way to die. However, having died, he feels a kind of... madness. Like he's experienced it once, and it was terrible, but he knows what to expect now, and therefore, he feels a kind of brashness. Let the silly old lady come for him.

He'll do a much better job of defending himself this time.

He stifles a yawn, coming out of his thoughts to find that the memorial has, at last, ended, and people are dispersing to chat with one another. He gets up, stretching a little, and looks around. It looks like the hosts are busy, so he moves along, contemplating going outside for a smoke, but deciding against it. He'll do it after he can chat with Daisuke. He does, after all, want Daisuke to know he was here. He moves into a general cluster of people who may or may not be hoping to talk with the Shinto leaders of the event. He can't really tell, but in any case, he falls into the presumable makeshift queue.

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[info]shichi
2011-12-04 09:44 pm UTC (link)
Katsumi had not known Bryan well. His typical excursions within the Catacombs rarely ended up at the magic guild, though the few times that he did the Onmyoji liked to have a laugh at the silly summoning spell Ebisu had taught Kat. He regretted not taking up on Bryan's offers to teach Katsumi more effective Onmyodo spells, since it was clear Kat had some potential with it.

He had helped with the arrangements of the ceremony, because he did feel a sense of responsibility as the one who found Bryan's body as well as being a fellow member of the Shinto pantheon. Even though Kat was adopted, Ebisu was Tsukiyomi's brother, which made Kat family in a way. Katsumi made sure to say the appropriate prayers and leave offerings to his divine relatives on behalf of Bryan's mortal relatives.

After the ceremony, Katsumi gingerly moved around, stopping by to say thanks to those who attended.

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[info]occupycatacombs
2011-12-04 09:59 pm UTC (link)
Roddy was not into magic and was not a member of the Shinto pantheon and had never met the deceased as far as he knew, but he also wasn’t one to let the brutal death of a man go unnoted. This memorial was an action of the community to remember one of its own, and as a member of that community Roddy wanted to show up and lend his respect and his support to the deceased and all those he left behind. He showed up just before the ceremony itself began, and didn’t feel as though he knew enough about what was going on to really participate, so he had stood toward the back, quiet and with his head down. He didn’t pray, but he figured it was the best pose one could take and not interrupt anything while still showing respect.

After the ceremony Roddy was not sure what to do. He did not want to be the first one to leave, but he realized he didn’t know anyone there except Katsumi, who was busy (and bandaged) and Felix, who was talking with the man who had headed the entire ceremony. Again, as Roddy had not known the man, or the pantheon, or the area of the man’s expertise, he was sort of at a loss of what to do or say, or who to speak to. He felt as though he had nothing to say anyway. So he stood, he walked around a bit, he made his way up to the staff with the offerings around it, and looked at it the way one does at the coffin of an elderly relative they had never really known or cared about.

It was strange, for Roddy, a sort of nagging, painful strange to be standing at or near the place a person had recently died. He closed his eyes, perhaps looking sad or respectful, but really he was just trying to hide himself from the things in his memory. His hands went from being held together in front of him to his arms crossed over his chest. Images flashed across his mind until he had to open his eyes and focus on something else. The voices around him, the smell of incense and coffee mingling oddly and yet not un-pleasantly. He swallowed hard and made his way through the crowd away from the staff. He wasn’t going to leave, he’d like to at least say hello to Katsumi, but he couldn’t stand in that spot any longer.

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[info]yegods_npc
2011-12-04 11:58 pm UTC (link)

A man stood as far back as a person could stand from the crowd during the ceremony, watching and listening attentively to the whole thing. He spoke to no one, made no eye contact, and was by all accounts not there to anyone. The ceremony was unfamiliar to him, but he found how familiar it was to others to be fascinating. He wondered what every aspect of it meant. He wondered if it really made anyone feel better. He wondered why there was so much coffee.

Once the mingling began to take place, the man slowly made his way up through the crowd, moving with a purpose but still seemingly moving from conversation to conversation. He walked slowly by the different groups of people, never stopping but craning his head to listen to each conversation as he passed. Snippets of topics. Parts of sentences. Were they all expressing the same sentiments? Where these all the same thoughts expressed differently, using different words? The more he heard the more he wondered.

He finally came to a stop in front of the staff. Interesting in its design, scarred by fire. It must have been a favorite, he decided. It must have once been a very loved object and now it was alone. Set aside. Or perhaps worshipped in some small way.

The man turned around so the staff was behind him. He looked out through the crowd once again. Sad people, people remembering happy things. Everyone talking. And yet still awkward. A man had died here. Been burned up to a crisp. That might have made it an awkward place to mingle politely.

He raised his arms high into the air, his boney wrists and thin fingers up above the crowd. “May I have your attention!” he yelled, in a voice slightly louder than would be expected from someone of his light size. He did not yell again, and waited calmly until everyone had turned to him, quiet and attentive and probably curious. He lowered his arms once he had their attention.

“This was the work of a very evil demon. Who stalks the streets and night, searching, stalking demigod prey as it stalks. Take heed,” he tilted his head back and raised a hand up, as if drawing the crowd in. “Protect yourselves. Protect your souls. Use the buddy system.”

He looked around, for a moment staring into the eyes of everyone around him, everyone willing to make eye contact with him. And then his arms dropped dead to his sides and his face became calm and blank. “Thank you for your time.”

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[info]magienoir
2011-12-05 12:08 am UTC (link)
Simon can't help it. He snorts. He snorts really loudly, too. 'Stalking demigod prey as it stalks'? Who let the crazies in? Wasn't this supposed to be some kind of respectful, quiet affair? And now they have this weirdo guy - who he's never seen before - telling them that there's a demon stalking the streets. Now, one might take a guy like this at his word a lot of the time down here, because in the Catacombs, that is a viable answer for what's going on, but really? The way the guy goes about it just makes him seem like one of those homeless ramblers who stop people on the street to complain about the president. So Simon? Simon does not really think this is for real. He openly regards the stranger with skepticism and a little distaste. Stepping out of the queue, he comes a little closer to the stranger, though not too close. The wandering insane tend to be unpredictable and dangerous.

"You know," he says, frowning, "this is a memorial. Not really an appropriate place for jokes. Even if you're crazy, that's no excuse for forgetting decorum."

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[info]agenttendo
2011-12-05 12:11 am UTC (link)
Daisuke hated being surrounded like this. He pretty much wanted to slip out as soon as he had an opening. To be honest, this was the first death of someone he even had a relationship with. Both sets of grandparents were still alive. So it was a bit strange for him to feel this way. Even he hadn't known about Simon dying until after Simon had come back to life making it moot.

At Felix, Daisuke offers a smile and briefly shakes Felix's hand politely, "It is no trouble..." he indicated as he flicked his wrist. He really didn't want people to thank him for this. It was just something someone should have stepped up to do. An obligation for one of them.

He glanced around briefly to see just who did attend. He does notice Simon and begins to smile and nod his head in greeting before he heard someone, someone he didn't know, try to grab everyone's attention.

A demon? Daisuke thought as he blinked his eyes a few times. He was certain that kind hung close to the holy land. And the ones who didn't, tended to take up a similar role to Hecate and the Baron. Well, they were the embodiment of chaos so killing people would make sense. And then there was the Hebrew...

His head spun to Simon again as he made the comment he did. He wasn't sure who to scold. Someone needed to be scolded. Daisuke was certain of this. However, he cleared his throat and squared his shoulders, a tactic he did to show some sort of authority, "Excuse me for being forward, but who are you?"

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[info]occupycatacombs
2011-12-05 12:36 am UTC (link)
Roddy listened to the fellow with his eyes narrowed. Normally, yes, Roddy would have agreed with the guy with the French accent, clearly someone was off their meds. But nowadays… Roddy had been leaning against a wall (taking pressure off his left leg) and stood up straight and alert. He didn’t move forward, but paid careful attention to the conversation. He studied the strange man, who seemed as out of place as well, as Roddy felt.

He looked around at the other people taking an interest in the disturbance. When the man who had lead the service stepped forward and asked the strange man a question, Roddy did the one thing he thought he could do to help the situation resolve itself. He stared at the strange man. If he was doing something wrong, maybe Roddy could get it out of him before this went on for too long.

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[info]yegods_npc
2011-12-05 12:48 am UTC (link)
The man’s head tilted to one side when Simon approached him. The man had seen him, paid attention to him, watched him just as he watched everyone. This man did not know the ceremony, but had paid careful attention to the man who had lead it. The strange man narrowed his eyes and studied Simon for a long, long, careful, knowing moment before responding.

“Since the ceremony ended approximately seven anecdotes involving the deceased have been shared,” he said, and while still looking at Simon pointed to seven different people in the crowd. “All incited laughter. That would suggest a funeral ceremony is an appropriate place for jokes. But this is no joke,” he raised a single finger and held in out in front of Simon like it would hypnotize him into listening. “I am serious. Seriously serious in the way one if very serious about things. As serious as a myocardial infarction.”

Then his head and attention quickly turned to Daisuke, almost like a bird would move. The leader of the ceremony, an uncomfortable looking sort of man. “A messenger,” he answered simply.

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[info]shichi
2011-12-05 01:29 am UTC (link)
That strange man was one of them, Katsumi was fairly sure of that. The woman who had attacked him and the mysterious stranger who came to his aid both acted and spoke strangely. Watching him speak with Simon and Daisuke, he was reminded of the awkwardness that the woman had displayed.

"What do you mean protect our souls? Is that what she is after?" Katsumi asked once he was in range of this strange man. If one was the attacker and the other a defender, if this one was the messenger maybe he had the answers to explain what was going on. "How do we stop her?"

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[info]yegods_npc
2011-12-05 01:45 am UTC (link)
Everyone was so full of questions. That was human nature, he supposed. He tilted his head again, in the other direction as the short man asked him directly. He was even using a very specific pronoun. The man remained still, but his full attention was centered entirely on this short man. He raised a hand, a finger and opened his mouth as if to speak, but then closed his mouth and said nothing.

He stared. He thought. He contemplated. “I’m trying to take care of it… her… him… it.” He lowered his finger so it folded with the rest in his hand, his head still leaning in one direction. He tried to think of a human way to word this. “These are the worst of times. This is the age of foolishness. This is the epoch of incredulity.” He paused, he thought some more. “This is the season of Darkness and the winter of despair.”

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[info]beautifultouch
2011-12-05 02:37 am UTC (link)
Felix is a little confused by what's going on. The man who interrupted the reception is very strange. The way he talks? Is really, really weird, and Felix suddenly feels very uneasy about this. He wants to tell Katsumi to stay back, just in case this guy turns out to be in league with the crazy lady, but he doesn't manage to say anything of the sort. Instead, he just kind of stands there, looking perplexed, until the man speaks again, starting to spout off stuff about darkness and doom. It hasn't even been a full two months since the last time they were hearing about darkest hours and despair. This is Christmas season: a time when everyone should be relaxing and enjoying the charm of the holiday. It just seems so... unfair to him that this is happening, but he supposes life isn't really all that fair. Thailand taught him that.

He moves forward now, coming close to Kat. Maybe if the stranger does attack, he can at least give his friend a push out of the way, but right now, it seems "The Messenger" has no intention to do anything except spout out doom and gloom. He bites his lip, brow furrowing, as he considers the response. Then, he asks, "But what are you?" If the other one is a demon, does this make The Messenger...? Nah, that just sounds silly, doesn't it? Probably he's just one of Apollo's kids or something - a demi with a knack for prophecy.

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[info]onyourfeet
2011-12-05 08:55 am UTC (link)
To say that Molly was confused would have been the understatement of the century. Unknowingly, she shared Simon's sentiment at the start of the statement, and added her own little snort of disbelief to things; she did not, however, step up to interrupt the mysterious messenger, letting some of the other demigods do that for her. Her face sobered into further confusion when the mystery man continued to speak about demons, souls, and the like. She had become accustomed to the amounts of emotional and mental baggage that came with being the child of a divine being, but this feels more like some twisted game where the price is her life.

She opened her mouth to ask her own question, stunned into silence when she heard the words coming from Felix instead. She shrugged indifferently to it; it didn't matter to her who was asking the questions, only that they were asked, though she felt a growing need to pull herself away from the scene. She lingered, if only to get more information on what the fuck was precisely going on around the Catacombs and why this thing felt it was important to make this announcement.

And maybe, if she got lucky, she would get the chance to take care of this shit once and for all.

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[info]yegods_npc
2011-12-05 06:44 pm UTC (link)
The man looked around at the crowd again, noticing that people had begun to take steps forward toward him. Advancing. Engaging. That wasn’t good. He looked back at Felix, the last person to ask him anything. What was he? Well, he had already answered that. To them, he was a messenger. And he had messenged.

He raised another finger and opened his mouth again to speak, but then quickly closed his mouth and dropped his hand again. He looked around, all of the eager, curious, confused faces. Such very human faces. Hardly divine at all.

The man turned away from all of them and set off walking with long strides, as if he had some place else he needed to be.

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[info]magienoir
2011-12-05 08:12 pm UTC (link)
The wheels are turning in Simon's head. Probably, that's not a good thing. The look on his face is not so much curious as intent as he processes the man and the answers he gives to the others. What if? What if the creature that attacked his roommate is a demon? A lot of different pantheons have demons, of course. Shinto definitely has them. He's looked into that, thanks to his relationship to Daisuke. The Greeks have similar types of creatures, too. However, those are a lot more specific than 'demon' most times. So this man is going to take care of the old woman? No, 'it.' He certainly talks like he's completely insane, but what if? What if he isn't?

"Wait," he suddenly says, following after Mr. Weirdo. "Wait, what if we run into it again? How can we contact you?" He schools his features, trying to look like he's just worried about the situation. Normally, that would be the thing to do, after all. If this man has the capacity to fight the Grill Master lady, and if she's - it's - after demi-gods, shouldn't they have some way to send up the Bat Signal? That seems only logical to him. He blinks, scrunching up his forehead. "After what it did here..." He glances around, perhaps to try to get some approval. "Well, it seems unlikely that we can do anything but run, so shouldn't we have some way to call on you if it comes after us?"

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[info]yegods_npc
2011-12-05 09:06 pm UTC (link)
He was being followed. By the Frenchman. No, German. Dutch? It didn’t matter. The man stopped and stared at him, listening as he went on, more asking. So many questions. The man didn’t have the time to be answering questions. There was a demon afoot. He stared at the Swedish man, glaring and looking as put off as he could manage to look put off. What was that look? Narrowed eyes? The man narrowed his eyes.

“I’ll be watching,” he said. “But it’s a big city…” He turned his head to the side, still looking at the Italian man with narrowed eyes. “Remember… stranger danger.”

He set a hand on the Swiss man’s shoulder, perhaps comforting. Then he turned away and headed off again without another word.

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[info]agenttendo
2011-12-06 10:37 am UTC (link)
Daisuke had no idea what just happened. That man was definitely not a demi-god. It was like he was talking to a robot. This was all beginning to be way too much for him. Can't he have like a month in which he didn't have to deal with this.

He sighed a little and then forced a smile, "I believe this goes without saying. Be careful everyone. And if you want to sign up for a patrol see Officer Kaneda..." Daisuke wasn't sure what else he could say. It reminded him too much like work. Warn people. Interview people. Meet strange characters...

Regardless, Daisuke decided he had enough so approached Simon, "his buddy" for the buddy system.

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