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[ on the night leading up to a certain fated day, ishmael takes a long deep breath before pressing POST. ]

For those who've just arrived or who wasn't aware of what had happened last month, we'd had some casualties during our mission in Transylvania. And while two of them had been successful revived, there was one person who wasn't able to make it despite countless efforts.

I have coordinated with Ereshkigal, the goddess of death, and by extension a fellow god of death, Tezcatlipoca. Wriothesley's funeral will be held on the 20th, at a certain beach in Okinawa. I have placed the coordinates down below should you wish to attend. There will be the final viewing of the casket in the morning, and in the afternoon he will be cremated and his ashes will be scattered into the sea, in hopes that he will make a safe return to his homeland in Teyvat.

[ ... ]

This might be ill-timed for some of you. Most of us are grieving and recovering in different ways, and I will not force you to come if you have other pressing issues to attend to. But if you'd like to to put down your parting words for him here or to me privately, I will see to it that your words will reach him.

Otherwise, anyone who's known him - whether as a friend, acquaintance, a brother figure or a confidant - is invited. If you are neither of these, just tell me if you'd like to attend out of respect anyway. Please wear black for the occasion. If you have any other questions, let me know.

...Thank you.

[ ooc: the funeral log is right here. ]

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[ despite everything he has learned until now, choso finds himself utterly without words that feel fitting, or appropriate. it’s scraping the bottom of the barrel when he finally manages a simple: ]

if you will it, i will attend.

I didn't know him, so I don't know if it would be appropriate of me to go, but... If you need anything, anything at all, let me know and I'll be there. I'm here for you, Ishmael.

sorry if i'm intruding you can just ignore this if you want

i didn't know him but i'm sorry that he's gone and that it happened like it did. back in that place, far away from his home

he sounds like a good person that helped a lot of other people and we always need guys like that around

so it's sad that we lost someone like him

i hope if there's anything beyond this life that he's happy there. and that if there are people he lost that he's missing, they're waiting for him.

[ The last time they spoke she shook a spear in his face. That's starting to make a lot more sense now.

The better part of two hours is spent drafting, rereading, and retranslating the following message. He wants to ensure there's no mistakes in language or chance of mistaken offense, which means it comes out very formal. ]

Ishmael,

I know little of the passed one aside from the melancholy I have observed amongst those close to him. To have left this mark upon your hearts and souls speaks to an individual who's end is a great loss to our number and world.

One does not assume things in times as this. As such I would seek your approval in attending one of the shrines near the lair so as to treat with the spirits of this land on your lost one's behalf. It is the least of what I can offer.

My regret for your loss and respect for the departed.

Peace and strength,

Godzilla.

thx for doing this
ill be there

[As Taryon learns more about his life before he returned from the dead, the most he realizes he misses what he doesn't remember. He has seen how many are hurt by his forgetting their friendships. He was once part of a team for months.

And he knows one of the people that this notice writes about is him. He, someone else, and Wriothesley. They must have been together when they died. It feels right that he's there, even if he doesn't fully understand the implication.

This is Taryon.

I was told I was one of those who died last month, but I don't remember anything about my time before now. If you would have me, I would like to attend the funeral of our fallen comrade.

Could you tell me about him?

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Ishmael, please let me know if there's anything I can do for you.

I would like to spend more time with you.

My condolences, Ismael-san.

I only met him briefly. [ And saying Where seems like it's in poor taste since who wants to remember... all of that right now. ] But long enough to see he was a good man.

If there's anything you need assistance with let me know.

Thanks for doing this for him.

I'll be there.

[It brings up memories and feelings, both good and sad. He didn't know Wriothesley as well as others, but more than a simple acquaintance.

Regardless of what other people think, Bakugo chooses to believe Wriothesley is back home, with the people he cares about, doing whatever he was doing there. Home.]

[ BEFORE I FORGET ]

I will pass. I said my goodbyes already. Anything further was for you.

If you need an out from all the well-wishers, though...

[ Considering his conversation with Ishmael as the brief messages from the captured Outsiders arrived — not to mention the tensions between Ishmael and Malkuth — Yesod deems it necessary to confirm that it would be appropriate to attend the ceremony, particularly as someone associated with the typical operations of a Wing and potentially upsetting memories. The last thing that anyone needs now, least of all those who are personally affected by the loss and grieving, is to reopen other wounds.

Besides, the only gesture that he could offer would be to remember a small piece of Wriothesley's existence in this world. He didn't know Wriothesley well, and they met in somewhat ludicrous circumstances, but the man seemed kind. ]

If you have no objections, I would like to pay my respects. In person or otherwise.

[ If that isn't entirely meaningless. ]

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