08-08-2018, 06:26 PM
Days would pass, it was seemingly a very rainy day today and Ricter was trying on what looked like a tux and a bow tie as well. Black and white. He looked pretty snazzy in his attire, and as he looked out of his open room door Vee was fluttering by.
“Vee, Vel! You guys ready?” He asked as he was just finishing up, the weasel was still looking quite feral but at least everything fit.
“Yeah, just one second, we’ll meet you outside.” Vel would say as he walked out of the room, noticing that as he passed by the living room down stairs Vee, a female moogle with a red ball on her head was currently trying to force her brother Vel, a male moogle with a blue ball to put on a tux.
“Stop fighting it! Put on the damn thing!” She would say as the boy growled.
“I’m not fighting it, it just wont fit, I know my body shape Vee!” He complained.
Shaking his head Ricter would be out the door with an umbrella in his paws, it always rained here, sometimes for days. But today the rain wasn’t so bad, though as the two finally came out, dressed nicely for the occasion they would walk along.
Vee wearing a black dress while Vel wore a tux, but with now tie, leaving the top unbuttoned mostly. Vel would hold the umbrella for them all given they wished to fly rather than walk, so as they came to an open field area he would notice a group coming by.
Well not really coming by, one of the figures were running towards them quickly, the others trailing behind a noticeable distance. Though as Ricter noticed this his sword would manifest into his paws, standing up only to block what seemed like a large hammer axe from actually hitting him.
Looking up at who it was it seemed like a large orc, female, oh fuck it was Ma’tok! “Ma’tok?! What the hell are you doing here?”
The large orc tribe chief growled, her hair in a neat little bun while her robes were odd, almost ceremonial. Her weapon was far from it though, “I should be asking the same thing! After what you pulled in my home I should have you skinned and used for a door mat!” She flustered in anger.
It was a bit hard to explain but their first time meeting she basically robbed him of his sword, Lanor. On aiming to get it back he might have sneaked his way into her house while she was bathing, it lead to a lot of things he never wished to see to be seen.
“Hey! That wasn’t my fault, no one told you to jack my sword and try to use it as a night light!”
“No one told you to peep in on me while I was bathing!”
The clash was comical at best, especially give she was almost three times his size and he was keeping a pretty defensive posture while even as she tried to push against the small weasel he didn’t budge. However eventually both would feel something hard slap them across the face.
It was two ribbons, white and pink in color and seemed to originate form one person, Dr. Sorrel. “You two! Stop it, if you must fight do so after the ceremony is over!” She stated as both rubbed the small bruise on their faces. The two begrudgingly agreeing that she was right with soft grumbling, but it was clear that they had to be a bit more serious in this place.
Walking together with no more of a fuss they would come to an open field with a hole in the ground, it was placed near a tree while still raining as multiple people had umbrellas scattered around the area. As everyone was silently watching, looking a mix of sad and neutral in some instances no one would say a word till eventually Ma’tok stepped forward.
Taking out a rod from her back, given to her from one of the few orcs that had followed her, she would begin chanting. “Today we praise the spirits in passing of my grand mother, a woman of natural strength and determination. As her final requests she wished to be buried here before given spiritual rights by the current chief of the tribe, being myself.”
The crowd would watch on, in particular Ricter would look at the casket containing Caroline, the woman was a resident here and wished to be buried next to all her friends in Ambrosias grave yard. So many small stones and markers for those who died, and in a way he knew he would be here again and again.
Even now he looked towards everyone, all his friends were here, and a good majority of the community too. They would all be gone soon, but at the same time he couldn’t help but smile in a way, because they were still here, he had time. Something he would grow to cherish from now on.
Elysia, Mayflower, Vee, Vel, Dr. Sorrel, Simon or Gregory in this case, Ma’tok, even Luis and his family were here. The fayline who he essentially made a body for his soul after he was killed by goblins, the very reason he had such a debate with Caroline back in the hospital. It was an odd sensation, seeing all this but given proof of its good and bad.
With Ma’tok tapping her cane over the casket she would speak in orcish, a language he didn't know of, but after a few moments she would close her eyes and bend a knee. Almost in prayer, her robes would begin to look wetter thanks to the rain but eventually, after a minute or two she got up. The rain covering for the tears in her eyes.
As the casket was lowered into the ground everyone looked on as a valued member of the community was lost today, and even as Ma’tok stood by Ricter to watch she would say something to him. “Thank you, for taking care of her in her final hours, her spirit told me you helped her pass on with a clear conscious.”
She had to throw in that small bit, but Ricter would just nod, “I should have said the same thing to her before she left.”
The orc woman would smile a bit, “She already knows.” With this though the casket would be lowered fully and with the help of some of the male orcs they would begin digging in the hole with dirt. Ricter had lost his first patient, to the one thing he couldn't stop, a memory now that he would keep forever.
“Vee, Vel! You guys ready?” He asked as he was just finishing up, the weasel was still looking quite feral but at least everything fit.
“Yeah, just one second, we’ll meet you outside.” Vel would say as he walked out of the room, noticing that as he passed by the living room down stairs Vee, a female moogle with a red ball on her head was currently trying to force her brother Vel, a male moogle with a blue ball to put on a tux.
“Stop fighting it! Put on the damn thing!” She would say as the boy growled.
“I’m not fighting it, it just wont fit, I know my body shape Vee!” He complained.
Shaking his head Ricter would be out the door with an umbrella in his paws, it always rained here, sometimes for days. But today the rain wasn’t so bad, though as the two finally came out, dressed nicely for the occasion they would walk along.
Vee wearing a black dress while Vel wore a tux, but with now tie, leaving the top unbuttoned mostly. Vel would hold the umbrella for them all given they wished to fly rather than walk, so as they came to an open field area he would notice a group coming by.
Well not really coming by, one of the figures were running towards them quickly, the others trailing behind a noticeable distance. Though as Ricter noticed this his sword would manifest into his paws, standing up only to block what seemed like a large hammer axe from actually hitting him.
Looking up at who it was it seemed like a large orc, female, oh fuck it was Ma’tok! “Ma’tok?! What the hell are you doing here?”
The large orc tribe chief growled, her hair in a neat little bun while her robes were odd, almost ceremonial. Her weapon was far from it though, “I should be asking the same thing! After what you pulled in my home I should have you skinned and used for a door mat!” She flustered in anger.
It was a bit hard to explain but their first time meeting she basically robbed him of his sword, Lanor. On aiming to get it back he might have sneaked his way into her house while she was bathing, it lead to a lot of things he never wished to see to be seen.
“Hey! That wasn’t my fault, no one told you to jack my sword and try to use it as a night light!”
“No one told you to peep in on me while I was bathing!”
The clash was comical at best, especially give she was almost three times his size and he was keeping a pretty defensive posture while even as she tried to push against the small weasel he didn’t budge. However eventually both would feel something hard slap them across the face.
It was two ribbons, white and pink in color and seemed to originate form one person, Dr. Sorrel. “You two! Stop it, if you must fight do so after the ceremony is over!” She stated as both rubbed the small bruise on their faces. The two begrudgingly agreeing that she was right with soft grumbling, but it was clear that they had to be a bit more serious in this place.
Walking together with no more of a fuss they would come to an open field with a hole in the ground, it was placed near a tree while still raining as multiple people had umbrellas scattered around the area. As everyone was silently watching, looking a mix of sad and neutral in some instances no one would say a word till eventually Ma’tok stepped forward.
Taking out a rod from her back, given to her from one of the few orcs that had followed her, she would begin chanting. “Today we praise the spirits in passing of my grand mother, a woman of natural strength and determination. As her final requests she wished to be buried here before given spiritual rights by the current chief of the tribe, being myself.”
The crowd would watch on, in particular Ricter would look at the casket containing Caroline, the woman was a resident here and wished to be buried next to all her friends in Ambrosias grave yard. So many small stones and markers for those who died, and in a way he knew he would be here again and again.
Even now he looked towards everyone, all his friends were here, and a good majority of the community too. They would all be gone soon, but at the same time he couldn’t help but smile in a way, because they were still here, he had time. Something he would grow to cherish from now on.
Elysia, Mayflower, Vee, Vel, Dr. Sorrel, Simon or Gregory in this case, Ma’tok, even Luis and his family were here. The fayline who he essentially made a body for his soul after he was killed by goblins, the very reason he had such a debate with Caroline back in the hospital. It was an odd sensation, seeing all this but given proof of its good and bad.
With Ma’tok tapping her cane over the casket she would speak in orcish, a language he didn't know of, but after a few moments she would close her eyes and bend a knee. Almost in prayer, her robes would begin to look wetter thanks to the rain but eventually, after a minute or two she got up. The rain covering for the tears in her eyes.
As the casket was lowered into the ground everyone looked on as a valued member of the community was lost today, and even as Ma’tok stood by Ricter to watch she would say something to him. “Thank you, for taking care of her in her final hours, her spirit told me you helped her pass on with a clear conscious.”
She had to throw in that small bit, but Ricter would just nod, “I should have said the same thing to her before she left.”
The orc woman would smile a bit, “She already knows.” With this though the casket would be lowered fully and with the help of some of the male orcs they would begin digging in the hole with dirt. Ricter had lost his first patient, to the one thing he couldn't stop, a memory now that he would keep forever.