Recuérdame.

[riptorn]

[Those of you who wish to see those who passed on? You'll be directed outside by Zeus, where he raises his arms, and marigolds begin to float around him. They float upwards, and form into a bridge.

It's structurally sound, and it seems fitting that you can cross it.

Eventually, you'll see it. Elysium. The Land of The Dead. Gentle music plays as you cross over into the city.

It's...festive. It's always festive. The architecture is colorful and full of spirit, and your group seems to be the only ones...human in appearance. Even your old friends seem to be a bit more skeletal in appearance. You can spend as much time here as you like, but eventually, that bridge will disappear. And you'll have to leave.

But...they'll never truly be gone. Not if you remember them. And someday, you'll join them. But for now, you celebrate. You've earned your happy ending.]

(ooc: This is the last log for the three canon rounds of Foolish Mortals! Thanks for coming along for the ride - we loved having you, and we hope to see ya real soon!)

Comments

[darthfanboy]

[While most of these skeletons look happy to be here, there's one that actually looks skeleton-ish in that he distinctly is Spooky(tm) and Creepy(c) and has Awful Black Hair(patent pending).

What I'm saying is that Kylo Ren is just kind of...lurking around all of this. For now.]

[folkscallmewander]

[Wander slides in, banjo ready for a friendship song.]

Hey-o, Kylo.

[darthfanboy]

...Yes.

[it's just an acknowledgement you dumb orange furry]

[folkscallmewander]

How've you been?

[Wander doesn't care, he's coming in to pluck the first string.]

[hallotween]

[oh i'm sorry bitch you think you can just walk away from this AGAIN because too fucking bad]

Do you have a skeleton girlfriend yet?

[darthfanboy]

...I haven't been actively seeking one.

[hallotween]

Seriously? You've been dead for a whole, what, five hours, and you haven't even tried?

[OKAY LET'S SEE WHAT WE'RE WORKING WITH HERE]

At least your dumb helmet is gone so everybody can see your pretty hair... No muscles, but maybe skeleton girls wouldn't be into that anyway! I think you have pretty good chances, considering you've got all of forever to get it done. Even you can do it with that amount of time!

[SHE BELIEVES IN YOU SKELEKYLE]

[hasit]

[Too bad your mom is specifically looking for you, Ben Solo. She'd recognize that head of hair anywhere.

She comes over to him after a lot of waffling, but in the end her desire to have a proper, real goodbye wins out.]

You reconnected to the Force. I felt it.

[darthfanboy]

[Mother.]

I was...reckless.

[hasit]

[She tilts her head at him.]

The way I hear it, you did the right thing.

[darnsitall]

[Perky Goth found the Fuckboy Goth!]

Kylo! You're all right! I'm so glad.

[darthfanboy]

Define all right.

[he has a lot of splits, breaks and cracks in his skeleton neck.]

[darnsitall]

Because you're here! And I must say, your new look is very dashing.

[thedadside]

[Hey. Sure sucks when you have a reputation as a fascist dickbag and no one wants to talk to you, doesn't it.

There's a pull in the Force, one that Kylo's only ever pretended to feel from an old, burnt-out helmet.]

You're Leia's son.

[It's not a question.]

[darthfanboy]

[...For every time Kylo claims to have felt this, it's so unfamiliar to him.]

Who are you?

[thedadside]

[The old man in Jedi robes looks at his grandson. Puts his hands on his hips.]

Your grandfather. And the man in whose footsteps you tried to follow.

[didnotlosethewilltolive]

[Oh hey it's the other grandparent. The one you probably SHOULD have taken after. However she's made up with Anakin/they're in counselling, it helps. So she walks over to her grandson. Excuse me skeletal ex-queen/senator coming through.]

You really did take after your grandfather.

[darthfanboy]

...There are many ways that can be taken.

[Unlike Ani, he immediately takes her in, recognizing her features. He’s never spoken to her, and yet, and that familiarity is there.]

[didnotlosethewilltolive]

There are. My Ani was...is a complicated man.

[He killed her, she knocked his head off when he showed up here and tried to avoid her...]

But in the end you both did the right thing. However you take my words, know that I mean that as well.

[She was on her death bed and thought there was still good in the guy who killed her. She's very stubborn. You and your mother didn't just get that from Anakin.]

[carbonfreeze]

[ hey kylo remember when you fUCKING LIGHTSABERED YOUR DAD TO DEATH he sure does

So he's...not gonna get too close, at first, but he is there, eventually. ]

Ben.

[darthfanboy]

...Father.

[There's an immediate change in how he addresses him, at least.]

[carbonfreeze]

Look at that. We're already doing better than last time.

[ Dads, am I right? He smiles faintly and steps a little closer, taking in his son's skeletal appearance. ]

Wish I wasn't seeing you like this.

[greatwidesomewhere]

[It takes her a long time to come over to him, because the knowledge of his death is still only hours old, and she's still not sure what to make of him besides. But eventually, she finds herself standing off to the side, glancing sidelong at him, spinning her mother's ring restlessly on her little finger. She has so much to celebrate, so many good things to look forward to...but all she wants for now is closure, or something like it.]

[darthfanboy]

[It’s a long time till he notices her. And he’s not the first one to take notice of her. It’s a black and red vulture that flies down to her, taking her in, staring. When her full attention is on it, he appears, much bonier than usual.]

...She takes to you, I think.

[greatwidesomewhere]

[She's noticed all the animals...spirit guides...flying around, looking at them with half-attentive wonder, but when that vulture flies down to her, well. It doesn't take a genius to figure out who it belongs to. She stares down at the bird, wide-eyed, and doesn't notice the approaching figure until he speaks to her.

Belle looks up, gasps, covers her mouth with both hands, tears forming in her eyes. His statement has her glancing down at the bird, wiping her tears from her eyes with her hands.]

She's remarkable. [Like you.]