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destinystrings2013-03-15 08:00 pm
stringmods) wrote in destinystrings2013-03-15 08:00 pm
Entry tags:
- !event post,
- anguished one [au1],
- atoli (chigusa kusaka) [ou],
- avitus [oc],
- garviel loken [ou],
- hidari shoutarou [au1],
- it's a mystery (npc),
- joshua kiryuu [ou],
- king dedede [au1],
- lanister [oc],
- meetra surik (exile) [ou],
- minako arisato [ou],
- misery [ou],
- neku sakuraba [ou],
- nikolai volkov [oc],
- noda [ou],
- riku [ou],
- ryu 1/8192 [ou],
- sam erstwhile [oc],
- shouhei narumi [npc],
- souji seta [au2],
- tohru adachi [au1],
- tsukasa [ou],
- yosuke hanamura [ou],
- yu narukami [ou],
- zelda/oot [ou]
A Monument to Modern Art
The ceremony for the unveiling of the Grand Prix memorial goes off without a hitch; it was a small event, in that it wasn't much of an event at all. It took place in the morning and the early afternoon of the 15th. The Mayor showed up to give a speech in honor of the dead, which everyone agreed dragged on for a minute too long. His secretary and the law enforcement were honored once more in what they could do, then they lamented what they could not, and members of the grieving families were allowed front and foremost positions during the whole affair. Security was tight, for fear of retaliation, but nothing came.
The monument itself was elegant in its simplicity: a wall on the outside of the stadium had been put aside for it, the material replaced with something akin to black marble, and the names of all of the deceased listed along its surface. At the top, in the center of the wall was an engraving of a lion, its fangs bared not in hostility, but protection; and just underneath it was Bunrakuken Karube's name, along with his tournament title, praising him as the Invincible Champion of the Persona Grand Prix.
All in all, a rather mundane proceeding, though sobering for the populace. It was broadcasted on the airwaves live, and there was hardly even a hair out of place. The entire city thereafter seemed to be rather quiet that afternoon; the concert revived the life of its crowd, but even the 13th Hour seemed to be less abuzz than normal for the districts away from the music. Though the hour picked up back to its regular pace as the night wore on.
What was really interesting, now, was what happened afterwards.
Overnight, the monument had been vandalized. Nothing was broken; but before anyone knew it, everyone that happened upon the Aries district found the monument had been covered in graffiti. Beside the engraved lion was two quickly painted, blank expression masks, with many more of the the same thing littered all over the name wall and on the edges. Some were theatre masks, some were half-masks, but they were all simple shapes that could be recognized as false faces, and were likely done very quickly. In the middle of the name wall, underneath the center crowned with the lion's image, was one particular image and equation:
Overnight, that same image and equation had appeared all over the city, not just on the monument. People woke up to it in nooks and crannies, abandoned alleyways, old buildings, new buildings-- anywhere there was an empty surface, and sometimes even where there wasn't. Though the city had no lack of graffiti in the more grungy districts, the same equation had found itself even in the cleaner government locations and shopping areas. With so much crime and activity already present in the city, no one could pinpoint the source of the vandals. Though the more savvy knew what was already heavily implied.
With this new anomaly dotting walls and streets, the sober stiffness of the city carried into the next morning (though to be sure some of them were simply partied out), as if all the civilians were still holding their breath. But as they slowly started to release that breath, cautious and wary murmurs could be heard throughout the city for at least the whole weekend. Though no one seemed to dare to talk about the defacements at more than a whisper, they all seemed to share a common concern--
What did it mean?
(OOC: Remember, though the monument is unveiled on the 15th, the graffiti does not appear until the morning of the 16th.)
The monument itself was elegant in its simplicity: a wall on the outside of the stadium had been put aside for it, the material replaced with something akin to black marble, and the names of all of the deceased listed along its surface. At the top, in the center of the wall was an engraving of a lion, its fangs bared not in hostility, but protection; and just underneath it was Bunrakuken Karube's name, along with his tournament title, praising him as the Invincible Champion of the Persona Grand Prix.
All in all, a rather mundane proceeding, though sobering for the populace. It was broadcasted on the airwaves live, and there was hardly even a hair out of place. The entire city thereafter seemed to be rather quiet that afternoon; the concert revived the life of its crowd, but even the 13th Hour seemed to be less abuzz than normal for the districts away from the music. Though the hour picked up back to its regular pace as the night wore on.
What was really interesting, now, was what happened afterwards.
Overnight, the monument had been vandalized. Nothing was broken; but before anyone knew it, everyone that happened upon the Aries district found the monument had been covered in graffiti. Beside the engraved lion was two quickly painted, blank expression masks, with many more of the the same thing littered all over the name wall and on the edges. Some were theatre masks, some were half-masks, but they were all simple shapes that could be recognized as false faces, and were likely done very quickly. In the middle of the name wall, underneath the center crowned with the lion's image, was one particular image and equation:
Overnight, that same image and equation had appeared all over the city, not just on the monument. People woke up to it in nooks and crannies, abandoned alleyways, old buildings, new buildings-- anywhere there was an empty surface, and sometimes even where there wasn't. Though the city had no lack of graffiti in the more grungy districts, the same equation had found itself even in the cleaner government locations and shopping areas. With so much crime and activity already present in the city, no one could pinpoint the source of the vandals. Though the more savvy knew what was already heavily implied.
With this new anomaly dotting walls and streets, the sober stiffness of the city carried into the next morning (though to be sure some of them were simply partied out), as if all the civilians were still holding their breath. But as they slowly started to release that breath, cautious and wary murmurs could be heard throughout the city for at least the whole weekend. Though no one seemed to dare to talk about the defacements at more than a whisper, they all seemed to share a common concern--
What did it mean?
(OOC: Remember, though the monument is unveiled on the 15th, the graffiti does not appear until the morning of the 16th.)
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"H-- H-He gave you that d-didn't he?" Astonishingly, her voice was still relatively clear, despite the many hiccups and sniffles that littered her speech.
"...Y-You can keep it. He p-probably wanted you to h-have it."
She let out another loud sniff, looking up at Zelda as the flow of tears down her cheeks started to slow. "Y-- Y-You were there, weren't you? Don't you h-have any idea who that man was?"
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She... doesn't think she's worthy of it, to be honest, especially with how violently the other reacted. It's a prize for the Champion, someone strong and inspiring to a people who clearly have more problems than anyone is willing to let on.
She doesn't think she's either, really. But if that is what Bunrakuken's sister wishes, she will follow through with it. Slowly, she sinks to her knees, keeping level with the other woman. At her question, though, she has to glance away regretfully.
"The man in the black mask? ... No, unfortunately. He disappeared before I could get a decent look at him. I could probably pick out the one who attempted to assassinate the Mayor if he stood before me in a crowd, but I doubt that is satisfactory."
But she looks back to the other then, regret replaced by solemn determination. "But I will do whatever I can to find out who they are, and if I come across anything at all, I promise you that you will be the first to know. ... If that is all right with you."
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"Oh... So... So you were the one that was there when he and Dragoon were facing against Gemini, right? I didn't realize that was you..." The news seems to bring a small smile to her face, though it's a very sad one given how raw her cheeks and eyes were.
"N-No... of course it's OK. I... I want to know who did it. Not just some masked guy. If there's anything I can do to help you, p-please let me know! I don't want him to just die like this...!"
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"Yes, it was," she says, nodding, though she can't quite force a smile of her own. "I tried what I could to save him, but..."
Well, she doesn't need to voice that it wasn't enough. There's a moment's pause, and then she continues.
"I do not, either, and we will not let him. ... Perhaps when you are feeling a bit better, we can talk about the city? About the sort of things that happened before the Visitors started arriving? You know this place better than I ever will, and maybe we can come up with something that way."
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Another small moment of silent passed, but she looked up at Zelda again with a small attempt at a smile. "O-Of course! Uh... My name's Haruna, by the way. I work at a bakery in Virgo-- if you want to come by some time, I can tell you all about this place."
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Standing, she offers her hand to Haruna. "I now live in the Knight Academy in Aquarius. If you ever need help, just give my name - the young men there will certainly do everything they can to assist you."