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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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Souji just awkwardly looked away, shaking his head 'no'. He honestly still felt like crap, even after sleeping in a real bed and eating real food, so maybe he was just getting dumber. It wasn't like he was actually smart...
"You did?" Still, self-loathing aside, he was pretty impressed that his partner was so on the ball.
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He sighs and waves the flowers at the numbers, continuing to speak in a sort of hushed voice. "It's a death count. Two-hundred-sixty was the number reported dead from that whole dumb fiasco at the tournament's closing ceremony. You know, the ones they dedicated this wall to? Minus seventy equals one-ninety... and the one-ninety has a mask in it..."
Do you get it now? He doesn't really want to spell it out for you...
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"...what's my name?"
What else could he do? It wasn't like 'I don't know what you mean' would get to the bottom of things any faster. If anything, that took more explaining.
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"Dude, are you okay? You're acting weird, don't you know what I'm talking about??" Yosuke makes a slightly frustrated gesture to the wall once more, attempting to whisper while he's worked up enough to the point where he wants to shout. It kind of comes out as a quiet rasp.
"The Anoli! They're telling us we got the numbers wrongs-- or that we weren't told the whole picture. They didn't kill 260 people, at most they killed 70! At least that's what they're telling us! Are you feeling alright, Yu?"
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Souji shook his head, turning his face away and rubbing his neck. It seemed like he was thinking, but it wasn't like he could just...disengage from this conversation. Even if this wasn't the Partner he'd rui-...worked with, it was still...it would be wrong to just ditch him.
"I'm not Narukami-kun. You've got the wrong guy." He gave a sigh, knitting his brows together and dropping his arm. "I...damnit. I'm sorry, I didn't think you were Narukami's team-mate."