on monday, vax can be found... cleaning up the cemetery! it's currently winter, it seems, and he's bundled up in his cloak but nothing warmer, sitting cross legged in front of one of the tombstones with a cloth in hand.
Yeah? 's not just dirt. It's all kinds've stuff, look. [ as he lifts the cloth to gesture to a mossy sort of moldy area, letting emet come kneel down to look. ] Weeds, sun damage, water damage. Anything old starts to weather.
Doesn't mean you shouldn't take care of it, though.
[ though.. oh. thoughtful: ] Guess you wouldn't be, huh.
[ right! his star. ]
Well - come on then. [ he pat pats the ground! scooch closer. ] You're all about death, too. Might as well learn a little practical instead of just what you were reading.
[ weirdo vax lets him do this. keep your perrsonal space
for now ]
I didn't think so.
[ as vax turns back to his work, he continues to talk - his tone's slightly teaching, but this is actually something he does know quite a bit about, so the care is there. ] 's a memorial. When someone dies - if there's enough money, enough time - people will bury them, and then put a marker where their body rests. Their soul goes off to the afterlife, but the body stays behind.
vax glances at him, briefly, mouth curving up, though it's not really a happy smile. ]
... Well. Pyres, if there're enough people around to do them. 's the thing we see the most often over funerals with these and the like. [ he gently knocks his knuckles against the stone. ] Most practical on a battlefield.
Mm. [ the noise is agreeing, thoughtful, and vax shoots emet a sidelong glance. honestly... he's a little worried, for emet. the sort of reality of the world that they're in at the moment is vax's reality normally - it must be jarring, to just suddenly be surrounded by death that's not so gracious. in a way, he sort of gets it.
...
he shifts a little, moving to brush some of the dirt away from where the name would be. if he notices emet scooting in a little further, he doesn't say anything about it. ]
Even if there's a lot of it, death just is, yeah? It's just something people have to accept. For - I guess, for most worlds, anyway. 's just a part of life. [ something that vax really, really hard to learn to accept - as a paladin of the raven queen, now, though, he understands. with age, with time, (with death), comes wisdom. ] And for these sorts of things - they're for people to remember when the dead are gone, no matter how they left.
[ vax sets the cloth in his lap, and then gestures to a place on the tombstone - his fingers brush over the worn away letters. ] See? Look. Can't quite see it, now, but when this person was around, someone cared about 'em enough to make sure they were remembered. 's important.
It is still a part of our life, as well, simply a different one. We all accept it shall come to an end, but making that decision for ourselves does change the situation somewhat.
[he leans in to read the tombstone, though, even though the letters aren't quite legible-- reaching up to brush over them as well.
for a few moments, he stays quiet.]
So it seems they were. As you are doubtless remembered, as well.
[he mentioned a sister. of course family would remember, among others.]
vax thinks about vex'ahlia, he thinks about keyleth, all alone long after the rest are gone.
about vox machina, about his family.
...his fingers curl against the stone. ]
...I hope so. At least for a little while.
[ maybe that's selfish. maybe he'll be selfish, sometimes; maybe he'll visit them as a raven, when he gets the chance. maybe he'll watch over them all from a distance until he sees them all again, one by one. ]
I am certain that you shall be. You are quite difficult to be rid of, I believe.
[a small little quirk of a smile, there. he's seated right next to vax by now, though he has yet to reach out.]
...I do not know which of those I know will be going on first, when we begin to reach the fulfillment of our lives. But regardless of whether I am first or last, I am sure that we shall recall each other until the time for our own return comes.
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week 2, monday
on monday, vax can be found... cleaning up the cemetery! it's currently winter, it seems, and he's bundled up in his cloak but nothing warmer, sitting cross legged in front of one of the tombstones with a cloth in hand.
it looks like he's cleaning the tombstones! aw. ]
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[he gets a small nod in greeting! emet-selch kneels nearby, brow furrowed as he observes his work.]
...it is outdoors, you realize. These are bound to collect a measure of dirt.
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Yeah? 's not just dirt. It's all kinds've stuff, look. [ as he lifts the cloth to gesture to a mossy sort of moldy area, letting emet come kneel down to look. ] Weeds, sun damage, water damage. Anything old starts to weather.
Doesn't mean you shouldn't take care of it, though.
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the urge to scoot closer is there, but-- no, he's staying right where he is. absolutely not.]
Are you familiar with these, to be so concerned for their condition?
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[ though.. oh. thoughtful: ] Guess you wouldn't be, huh.
[ right! his star. ]
Well - come on then. [ he pat pats the ground! scooch closer. ] You're all about death, too. Might as well learn a little practical instead of just what you were reading.
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[he does Not scooch to where vax indicates; he just scoots slightly closer. no thanks. no closeness.
just wait tbh.]
We do not have these upon my star, no.
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for now ]
I didn't think so.
[ as vax turns back to his work, he continues to talk - his tone's slightly teaching, but this is actually something he does know quite a bit about, so the care is there. ] 's a memorial. When someone dies - if there's enough money, enough time - people will bury them, and then put a marker where their body rests. Their soul goes off to the afterlife, but the body stays behind.
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[he reaches out to brush a bit of moss off the gravestone, helping.]
And those without the time, or the... currency, I suppose; what becomes of them?
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vax glances at him, briefly, mouth curving up, though it's not really a happy smile. ]
... Well. Pyres, if there're enough people around to do them. 's the thing we see the most often over funerals with these and the like. [ he gently knocks his knuckles against the stone. ] Most practical on a battlefield.
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[he's quiet for a few moments, there.
then he unconsciously moves closer.]
It is still-- disquieting, to think of it on such a scale. To think of it as something which requires places such as this.
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Mm. [ the noise is agreeing, thoughtful, and vax shoots emet a sidelong glance. honestly... he's a little worried, for emet. the sort of reality of the world that they're in at the moment is vax's reality normally - it must be jarring, to just suddenly be surrounded by death that's not so gracious. in a way, he sort of gets it.
...
he shifts a little, moving to brush some of the dirt away from where the name would be. if he notices emet scooting in a little further, he doesn't say anything about it. ]
Even if there's a lot of it, death just is, yeah? It's just something people have to accept. For - I guess, for most worlds, anyway. 's just a part of life. [ something that vax really, really hard to learn to accept - as a paladin of the raven queen, now, though, he understands. with age, with time, (with death), comes wisdom. ] And for these sorts of things - they're for people to remember when the dead are gone, no matter how they left.
[ vax sets the cloth in his lap, and then gestures to a place on the tombstone - his fingers brush over the worn away letters. ] See? Look. Can't quite see it, now, but when this person was around, someone cared about 'em enough to make sure they were remembered. 's important.
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[he leans in to read the tombstone, though, even though the letters aren't quite legible-- reaching up to brush over them as well.
for a few moments, he stays quiet.]
So it seems they were. As you are doubtless remembered, as well.
[he mentioned a sister. of course family would remember, among others.]
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vax thinks about vex'ahlia, he thinks about keyleth, all alone long after the rest are gone.
about vox machina, about his family.
...his fingers curl against the stone. ]
...I hope so. At least for a little while.
[ maybe that's selfish. maybe he'll be selfish, sometimes; maybe he'll visit them as a raven, when he gets the chance. maybe he'll watch over them all from a distance until he sees them all again, one by one. ]
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[a small little quirk of a smile, there. he's seated right next to vax by now, though he has yet to reach out.]
...I do not know which of those I know will be going on first, when we begin to reach the fulfillment of our lives. But regardless of whether I am first or last, I am sure that we shall recall each other until the time for our own return comes.
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Make me sound like a piece of mold, why don't you.
[ but, he will be the one to reach out, leaning over to nudge his shoulder against emet's. it's a silent thank you. ]
's how you know you've got good people, I think. Remember the good, the bad - just remember em.
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...I intend to. They will be difficult people to forget.
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he pauses just briefly again in cleaning. ]
...Tell me about em?
[ might as well - and, he's curious, anyway. ]