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tampered2007-02-25 01:12 am
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Log;ongoing-Wake for Henry T.
When; now, I suppose.
Rating;we shall see.
Characters;whoever arrives; open
Summary;Better late than never; a wake for the late, lamented Henry Townshend.
Log;
Long overdue had been the wake for Henry, and Vincent blamed himself for this.
In actuality, he'd only laid too despondent and depressed to do anything about it for a short while, after which a rash of curses, and Rue's heart shard had happened.
Better late than never, Vincent figured, as he set up the candles, and a few of Henry's photos.
Most of them were scenery; Henry had loved the forest and the ocean near the house. The one Vincent had set up at the center of the table display was one Henry had taken of himself with a timer; there was an almost surreal look to the lighting, and the fact he'd taken it with black and white film, as though it had been taken in a different era.
It hadn't been so long ago, and yet for Vincent it almost felt like forever.
The weight of the loss of his friend, brother, crush still weighed heavily upon him.
Rating;we shall see.
Characters;whoever arrives; open
Summary;Better late than never; a wake for the late, lamented Henry Townshend.
Log;
Long overdue had been the wake for Henry, and Vincent blamed himself for this.
In actuality, he'd only laid too despondent and depressed to do anything about it for a short while, after which a rash of curses, and Rue's heart shard had happened.
Better late than never, Vincent figured, as he set up the candles, and a few of Henry's photos.
Most of them were scenery; Henry had loved the forest and the ocean near the house. The one Vincent had set up at the center of the table display was one Henry had taken of himself with a timer; there was an almost surreal look to the lighting, and the fact he'd taken it with black and white film, as though it had been taken in a different era.
It hadn't been so long ago, and yet for Vincent it almost felt like forever.
The weight of the loss of his friend, brother, crush still weighed heavily upon him.
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He stopped in front of a picture of Henry. "He was a good man..." he said, and he meant it. He liked Henry, even though they didn't talk as much as he'd of liked.
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One of the candles was tilted, and melting funny, so he adjusted it.
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Dexter looked around at the others, he didn't know any of them too well either. He made a mental note that he had to get to know more people in this city.
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"Vincent, you finally did it." She hugged him for comfort.
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Crying would have been easy enough, but he was supposed to oversee. Be a priest.
It wasn't his place to cry, not this time.
It was awfully sad no one so far had found their way here save for Dexter and the Yellow One.
"I would have thought Alessa might have come." he said, but Alessa had been...strange of late.
Perhaps it was the city curses, fading her memory of all that had passed.
Vincent couldn't help but wonder if she'd actually cared as much for Henry as he'd assumed she had, "and I guess we can't know in the long run how good He was for Henry...for any of us. But this feels wrong without the Master here." So much had gone awry since Xuchilbara had withdrawn His presence. Vincent's faith had always been weak. He resented the Crimson One's absence.
Or perhaps it just meant he had two people to miss.
"Well. I'll wait awhile longer and then...I don't know. I guess I should say something."
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Lobsel Vith looked around at the crowd, or rather the lack there of. A disgrace if there ever was one. Hadn't Alessa been lamenting Henry's death? So where was she now? Surely this would have generated more people than just two.
Shit...even the Dove being here would have been something.
And she was appalled by the absence of the Red God. Here was his follower, his lamb and Xuchilbara the shepherd was not there to comfort his wandering sheep.
"Take your time Vincent." Alizer stated.
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Then she looked up and spotted Stanley there. "Fuck. What is he doing here?"
It wasn't that she wasn't happy to see him. She loved him dearly, but his presence would only bring disharmony.
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But now was not the time to be crying over such things. He arrived and spotted Vith hugging Vincent. Nothing to it of course.
A wake for Henry. How he hated the being, and for a good cause.
Stanley was supposed to be the Receiver of Wisdom, the one that received the power of the "Holy Manitou" to become the father. No, but Henry had stolen that from him.
But of course Walter had given him the title. Still, Stan abhored the false serpent of wisdom.
"Finally awake for the Henry." Stan scoffed.
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She approached him keeping herself shielded from him.
"You shouldn't be here Stanley."
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**WHACK!!**
The sound generated through the area. Alizer had smacked Stanley in the face. So hard that Stan was lying on the ground.
"Stanley, please, just go."
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"Yes, Dr. back to my room like a good patient. May I watch TV Dr?"
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He should have known Stanley'd find his way here regardless. wherever Lobsel Vith went, Stan followed.
He almost wished for a moment he still was Stan's therapist, just so he could remind him of the doctor/client distance thing that was supposed to be the standard...but who knew? maybe for once Stanley wouldn't make an ass of himself and blurt out something rude.
It wasn't as though anyone was here who'd care anyway. Henry was gone, beyond caring.
Only Vincent could get irked.
"If you can't say anything nice, Stan," Vincent muttered. It was the only chiding he was going to do.
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Instead, he nodded towards an area a little ways away.
"The refreshments are over there, if you're just here to avail yourself of free eats." he said dourly.
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He hadn't wanted to do any depressin flowers, the cheery daisy-like Susans seemed right. Henry had enough unhappiness when alive, sure as shit didn't wanna add to it in death with a typical funeral flower arrangement.
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"Henry was not born to Silent Hill," he said, "perhaps it's not entirely fitting for someone of my faith to be the one to lay him to rest. Nonetheless, in the brief time I came to know him, he told me the town had fasinated him, inspired him in the photography that was his life's work and hobby.
I was not present when he arrived in this city either, but towards the end he kept to himself a lot more, taking pictures of the forest, the ocean. Perhaps he was seeking the type of peace he has found, we hope, in paradise.
Any who choose to may come up and share their impressions and exeriences of Henry..."
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"I didn't know Henry well enough, but he had the aura of the most devoted of followers. A rare breed in times such as these when all of us face trife. Let it be known that he is in paradise." She said
Shyanka kana
Eeto camerion
Jana excazhu
She prayed in a tongue of the Gods and angels.