Mission: Burying the Past in Zompania

[lucetimods]

Who: Anyone who volunteered
What: A very special mission that will bring you honor. Or maybe just traumatic memories. Whatever.
When: July 20th - July 24th
Where: Zompania, or what's left of it
Summary: Mission detailed here. There are graves to dig and buildings to raze, and plenty more for the volunteers to stay busy with.
Rating: PG-13 for probable mentions of gore and other sad things

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[wipesfaith]

If it didn't matter, you wouldn't be getting upset about it. [He sighs, letting it go.] But suit yourself.

[It's none of his business, how she feels about it. He doesn't turn to go - he'd come here to pay his respects, after all. He doesn't really believe in any god, and he only ever prays in the pounding heart of battle, where heat and pressure can transform even the staunchest atheist, but that doesn't mean he can't spare a few thoughts to the dead.]

[disastergirl]

I'm not upset, I'm fine. [That was an awful lie. She knew that the moment it came out of her mouth. Even so, her stubbornness had prevailed, and she wasn't about to show any more weakness, especially not to someone she didn't really know. It was all about the principle of the thing.

...This probably wasn't the best time to be proud, though.]

Don't misunderstand me, okay?

[wipesfaith]

Fine, I won't. [He throws up his hands in an admission of surrender, not that he was waging a war to begin with.]

I didn't come here to pick your brain, you know.

[disastergirl]

Then why are you still talking to me? [Her tone came out a little more harshly than she expected it to. However, her narrowed eyes--those were entirely deliberate.]

If you're here for the memorial, just shut up and pray already.

[wipesfaith]

[She's the one who kept-- Fine, whatever, he'll just shut his mouth and point his eyes at the memorial. He keeps them open, and his hands crumpled at his sides. He finds it easier to focus his thoughts that way; he feels awake, sharp, raw. It's not like he's trying to dip his fingers into some stream of spirituality or connect with any deity anyway.

He thinks about the people who were slaughtered in this town, even if it wasn't really their home, and he thinks about the people of his hometown. How they were chased out, how some never made it. How some would probably never came back, would find somewhere else to dub home, and he can't blame them. He thinks about his classmates, those who lit up the night sky and fell down as ashes, and those who walked away when the pyres died down, who lived to throws themselves bodily into the waiting jaws of death, and him beside them. He thinks about the word unflinchingly, and why he's never heard just flinchingly before.]

[disastergirl]

[She would just stay quiet and stare at the monument, although after a while she was really just staring past it. Really, him being there made things a lot harder. Their little argument made her acutely aware that someone else was standing there, and she didn't like other people to see her in such a vulnerable position. Jane could handle it before, but now it was really starting to grind at her.

Not to mention all of the uncomfortable memories.

Finally she let out a near silent sigh--really, it was more of a soft exhale of air than anything else--and let her arms fall to her sides in one lethargic motion. She turned to leave, but she was looking away, trying to obscure her face. While she didn't think he would care one way or the other what her face looked like right then, it was such a natural response that she hadn't even realized she had done it at first.]