OOP. We're dead now [PK] (Rebeka's Side)

[ohbother1 546]

Lomiei Vinelli’s ghost; boredly standing at the gates of Rozania where his body had been strung up. Not a tear left his face, nor a weakening of knees, his eyes blinked slowly, as if this was something that ought to have happened long ago. “It is... fitting”

The rapidly dissolving wisp and aura of a man shook its head as he set off down the stairs, “You were not particularly interesting.” he notes, taking a step down the carved hill “You were not at all valiant.” he looked on past the high walls of the castle as he walked “You did nearly nothing of note. A singular name on an old book.” the glowing figure sighed, stopping for a moment as he looked over the landscape. “And yet… people seemed to like you.” he would approach the bottom of the hill. If he still had a body, a tear might just have begun to form. “Loved, even. People enjoyed you. And you enjoyed people… most of them at least“ laughed “HAHA, of course! Your name will not be remembered, spoken of with reverence, even pronounced correctly. But… but.... Ahh whatever. You know what I mean. And another unfinished thought; add it to the list.” The wisps began to thin evermore and blow away as he reached the shore of the western coast, taking a stand beside the small boat that was left there. “Well, maybe not. Why the hell am I talking to my dead body anywa--?” The whisps' attention was then taken by an approaching figure in red….
 

In a secluded kingdom, forced into duchal status by brigands and false piety, Rebeka la Waevra lays in her bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. “What have I done?... Was it well?” she shrugs, thinking back over her short, but impactful life “Yes. Of course.” she said, as if obvious “I’ve started a family. I’ve sat with emperors, kings and queens,” she waves a hand to her door, standing up as she did so, “Money, fame, title… never an issue.. Family however,” her heart drops to a level below the floor she was standing on. “Family.” repeated the Clan Chieftess, The Master of Whispers, the Principal purveyor of pen and paper. “Family” exhales Rebeka a final time, patting her stomach as she exits the room. The family she had brought together from all corners of the world was the 2nd most important thing on her mind as she silently floated out the door.

She arrived at the gates of the tall entrance, paying no mind to the soul-departed corpse of Lomiei Vinelli. As she continued down the stairs and onto the western coast, she would see a pile of blue aura standing next to a boat atop of the sands, the coming and going waters washed around it gently….

 

“Hello old friend” they would both say to one another simultaneously.
A loud sigh would leave both of their voices, “is it really ti--?” They would both laugh at the repeated synchronicity of their words, quickly growing used to it… this was not the weirdest thing that had happened between the 2.
“I think it is.. We have done what we could for this world.” 

Lomiei puts his phantom arm out to offer to Rebeka’s hand, as if he forgot that he no longer had a body. 

Rebeka took his arm anyway, a funny sight to see, and a hoot was heard as her owl flew off her shoulder back to Rozania.

As they both stepped onto the boat, it was given a firm push from the shore by both of the saddened souls.
”And what of Leyna? How will she fare without us?”

”She will fare as we have... Persistently.”
A tearful sigh left the both of them at that moment,
“She has our blood. Our passion. And our love. She will be fine.” they would both decide reluctantly.

The boat floated gently upon the open waters. The night heavens shot beams of light down to them from the stars of space and the 7-skies they would soon be occupying. “Ready?” they would both say to themselves and the other, perhaps this was something they were not sure about… “Ready” a combined voice rang out around them, a resolute confidence in their voices.

Rebeka would retrieve a small stick of wood attached to a small tip of white powder, along with a box of odd texture that emitted a rattling sound. She would then slide the stick across the length of the box, causing the stick to become inflamed at the top “Orenian technology” she smiled.

Lomiei would himself retrieve a rolled cigar of the highest excellence, tobacco grown fresh in the hills of a certain southern nation, and leaves from high up in the mountains of the east. ”Hyspian quality.” he smiled.

They looked off into the night sky as they lit the cigar, Rebeka being the first one to breathe in the fanciful flavors and waving tinctures of the smoke. She then passed it over to Lomiei, whose phantom hand held it with varying stability. A vortex of smoke could be seen exiting the mouth side of the cigar, though it would only float upwards, disappearing into the air.

They turned to look at each other, nodding singularly while the cigar continued to burn. As they embraced into each other's arms, the cigar would fall through the remaining blue auras of Lomiei’s phantom hand, tumbling onto the deck of the wooden craft and catching the entire vessel alight.
More beautiful lights, far off of the coast of the southeastern reaches of Almaris; the last shame among many, that no one else was around to see the send off, or the ensuing fireworks.

[i.uomini 2552]

"SMFH" Erwin Bishop sighs as he loses one of his best business assets and a personal friend. "F**king hyspians... I swear."

 

 

[MNT_Plovdiv 377]

Daibhidh Sutharlainn would be planning for Dunrae, painting buildings and such. Then, he would be getting the information about Rebeka's death from one of his advisors. He would be extremely shocked about the news and would think to himself, 'Well, why is she doing this in the first place though... Now, what to do with all the children since she adopted so many of them!?'. He would take a deep sigh and start coughing and feeling pain on his heart...
 

Olibhia would be hearing the information about the departure of Rebeka, but not knowing her death for now. She is currently living with someone in Elysium. She would be thinking to herself when heard that Rebeka is leaving the clan, 'I wonder how is Sionnach, Qiew and everyone is doing... has been such a long time since I met all of them. However, I don't think they are going to like me with my current form.' She would then take out the book her mother wrote her about learning commons, and the plushie her mother bought her in Karosgrad when she was 11, and sit on the bed of the home of some other lady other than her adopted mother...

[Tk4522 504]

[!] Brawly Scath Would sit beneath the tree, where now two of his friends had departed this world. Silently, he looks to the sky as tears fill his eyes. They still held the reddened color from Keetzo's funeral. His voice then rings out, resounding in harmonious tones and echoing through the hills as he sings an ave for both of them. 

[JudgedKitty 224]

Qiew la Waevra heard of Rebeka, Rebeka's death. He just sat alone, gripping the broken clay whistle he made for her. Never was the person to show emotions, but something broke in him. Tears stained his face as he just sat alone in his misery.

[Robin01_boy 270]

After quite a while, Kane Redfist also finally got confirmation of the fact that Rebeka had passed away from a messenger on horseback. Upon hearing the news, the man cleared his throat "Ya sure? It can't beh true..." he asked, a stern facial expression resting on his face while glancing at the man.

The messenger simply nodded "I am sorry, My Lord" he asked before staying silent once again.
Kane gulped once in disbelief. He dropped the stern expression for a moment now shifting to rather sad. "D...- Did she suffer?"
"No idea My Lord." The messenger stated, giving Kane the document he got, stating the same information he already mentioned.
Kane took the document before dipping his head once "Thanks." he muttered
Upon hearing that, the messenger bobbed his head in return "Good luck, My Lord" the man said, pulling on the reigns of his horse, turning around and galloping away into the night.

After the messenger had ran out of sight, Kane folded the document into four even pieces and put it in his pocket. He strolled back to his doorstep, going to sit on the stairs while staring at the pumpkins. Those pumpkins Rebeka was proud of, even to a point where she organised a pumpkin festival. He thought back to those days, stayed silent as a grave. Minutes went by of Kane sitting there like this before he balled his fist up "She didn't deserve thes... She didn't fokkin' deserve et." Kane grunted before pushing himself up. He let out a primal roar that could probably be heard all across the city before noticing the barrels with supplies that were standing outside next to the wall. The man, clearly mad at everything walked over to those supplies before starting to kick and punch on them until they were nothing more than a pile of nails and broken planks. Kane breathed heavily, his hair all messed up from destroying stuff. Clearly enraged by the whole incident, he stretched his arms out, looking up at the sky "Why...? Everyone tha' didn't do anythin' wrong es dyin'" he mumbled, clearly done with the death of the innocent souls recently. Kane finally looked down, moving the locks from in front of his face before rushing inside of his house, slamming the door shut behind him.