ddddeeeeaaaannn (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} ddddeeeeaaaannn) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} spinningcompass,@ 2021-12-18 02:39:00 |
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Where: France
What: Removing rubble and other things from Cafe Musain.
When: After the destruction of Cafe Musain.
Rating: R. There will be a dead body, maybe more involved.
Open: Yes
Status: Open
No matter how it happened, Dean had been turned into a human. It was an odd feeling not having his tail or wings and not being blue. After walking through the door The first thing he noticed was the overpowering stench of blood, though it was something he knew too well, it caused him to frown. Even with his tiny intellect, he could tell that what happened here was senseless. Innocents being harmed did not sit well with Dean, but he was here for a single purpose and would not divert unless told.
The massive 'man' took steps forward, finding the biggest piece of wood he could, grabbing on to it, he lifted it. Any one walking that noticed would have been astonished by the way he put it over his shoulder with ease and carefully he tossed it outside. After that, he began to gather up stones and bricks to which he did the same, over time a rather big pile began to form. Dean knew he would have to find a cart to haul it all away somewhere.
"Oof." Soon after, Dean exclaimed as he tossed a rather large chunk of rock from the second story. Dean stopped when he turned around and found something he was not prepared to find: the body of a young man. This caused Dean to frown even more deeply than before. Dean looked around for a moment, finding a long piece of cloth, Dean draped it over the body. Taking a bit of time to himself before leaning down to lift the body, making sure it was wrapped properly. He carried it downstairs, that massive frown still painted on his face.
Honestly, he had no idea of what to do. Dean wasn't religious. As he didn't even know what religion was. He solemnly walked to the side of the building and laid the body down. He began to speak kind words in his native Draconic language, expressing condolences to the victim of this senseless act of violence. No innocent deserved this fate.
After the 'last rights' that he given, Dean sat down beside the young man, putting a hand to his own face.
Dean wept.