Bradley knows those figures, Nero, Mitile, Chloe, Mandricardo, the other Sage's Wizards that care about him even a little bit. Of course, there's a lot of them missing. They keep their distances, they keep their walls. The sage himself is there, crying. Mitile and Chloe, sobbing, and Nero's shadow just seems stiff. The Nero figure looks like he's just barely holding back from screaming.
[ They come from murdergames where people died and came back? But also, he watches all these people he doesn't recognize mourn how they do aside from Nero. He doesn't look directly at him, only from the corner of his eye.
We don't really do funerals. [Usually they barely even have community. Why would they have something like that?]
Wizards become mana stones when we die. There's nothing left of us once somebody eats it. [He says it as a matter of fact, because that's all it is to him. Whatever they're showing, it isn't real.]
[ Joonghyuk opens his mouth, about to say it’s over, but then it washes away to a dystopia… Modern city in ruins, a makeshift funeral—old-fashioned burial.
Around are people that are not in the guest book. They all stay silent, try to keep stoic, but the three children… As hard as they want to be strong, a girl with light brown hair starts tearing up, but the boy tells her to stay strong.
The young girl with black pigtails yells at his grave, words muffled and silent. Eventually fellow adults talk to each other. They can’t hear anything, but they can feel the grief turning into desperation. They’re scheming. Planning. There’s hope in their sorrow… They’re going to try to bring him back, somehow, some way.
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Bradley knows those figures, Nero, Mitile, Chloe, Mandricardo, the other Sage's Wizards that care about him even a little bit. Of course, there's a lot of them missing. They keep their distances, they keep their walls. The sage himself is there, crying. Mitile and Chloe, sobbing, and Nero's shadow just seems stiff. The Nero figure looks like he's just barely holding back from screaming.
The outfits are almost robe-like.]
Figures. Startin' with the mind games early.
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[ They come from murdergames where people died and came back? But also, he watches all these people he doesn't recognize mourn how they do aside from Nero. He doesn't look directly at him, only from the corner of his eye.
Frowns... ]
This is how they do funerals for wizards?
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Wizards become mana stones when we die. There's nothing left of us once somebody eats it. [He says it as a matter of fact, because that's all it is to him. Whatever they're showing, it isn't real.]
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Wizards don't, but... [ He looks to the people grieving again. ] It seems you mourn all the same.
Is this what you want?
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He looks at the figures. Those who've died can't enforce their will. What he wants won't really matter once he's fully dead.
This living version of him? He's watching Nero and Mitile with a frown. ]
Not for them.
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[ Is there anything we want to see in this wizard death festival before the transition change. ]
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There's nothin interesting for wizards, it's just people being sad.]
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Around are people that are not in the guest book. They all stay silent, try to keep stoic, but the three children… As hard as they want to be strong, a girl with light brown hair starts tearing up, but the boy tells her to stay strong.
The young girl with black pigtails yells at his grave, words muffled and silent. Eventually fellow adults talk to each other. They can’t hear anything, but they can feel the grief turning into desperation. They’re scheming. Planning. There’s hope in their sorrow… They’re going to try to bring him back, somehow, some way.
Emotion shared seeing this is despair. ]
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There's a blip of forced calm on Bradley's end. ]
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They're fools.
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Ain't that normal?
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[ Foolish. ]
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[ The dead don't just come back. Unless it's in one of these things. ]
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[ That isn't a yes or a no. ]
They would devote their entire lives and beyond to find a way.
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But this is what mourning looks like for some people.]
'n how likely is it t' happen?
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[ aka it has happened before. ]
I hope your companions aren't similar.
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[It's lonely.]
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[ He knows loss, he knows what it is to lose people. All his siblings he lost in his first century of life. ]
I wouldn't.
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I don't like this hotel already.
[ And they get kicked out into the hallway. ]
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There's that deep sense of loss and a faint hint of confusion.]
Showin' its colors early.
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