Day 68 :: action [OPEN]

[goodlifechoices]

Who: Marie and anyone else
Open: Open
When: Day 68
Where: Throughout the Bastion
What: Marie finally does something about the strange wallet she found.
Format: Action
Warnings: Probably nothing.

[ Marie had put the wallet and papers associated with it off to the side when they'd gotten home, distracted for the next few days. She only just remembers it today, and realizes that it might be a little bit helpful. It was probably nothing, just some artifacts of a broken world, but she's got nothing better to be doing right now.

So for now, she's taking it along and chasing people down. There's some foreign money and other things, ID and forms that she can't read. Maybe someone else could? It's not important beyond satisfying her curiosity, so she won't interrupt anyone that's too busy. Those that aren't, she'll approach. ]

Hey, could I borrow you for a second?

Comments

[buildingthefuture]

Huh? Sure, what can I do for you? [He bothered Marie awhile back, after all, it's only fair that he do the same for her. It's not like he was doing much anyway- doing some basic tests on the shards, but nothing that he couldn't put aside for a bit.]

[goodlifechoices]

Thanks, I hope I'm not interrupting anything too important.

[ She smiles, and holds up the papers as well as the wallet. Inside, there's also a photo of a man, woman, and a girl. ]

I picked these up the other day, and I'm hopeless with foreign languages.

[buildingthefuture]

Not at all. [He self-consciously brushes himself off, and then takes a look at the papers and the wallet. Photos, clearly... and hm, writing on the paper.

Osahar scrutinizes that. It's no language that he recognizes, naturally, but he's had experience guessing the import of unknown language- it's a survival trait in a universe where humanity has fragmented into millions of different languages and societies. So then, what is this? From the formatting, from the numbers, the organization...]

I can't read it, but if I was to guess, it seems like identification papers of some kind. Have you asked any of the people who came from the same world as the Bastion? They might know, if this came from their world. Otherwise... I guess you'd just have to ask around. Sorry.

[unflattering]

Of course, what's up Miss Marie?

[UNIVERSAL CONSTANT, MISS MARIE, YEP.]</small.

[goodlifechoices]

Oh, that's a good idea, isn't it? Since I'd come across it just before we found you, I'd thought there was a chance...

[ She brightens up pretty quickly. ]

Ah well, thanks anyway. I'll keep checking around.

[buildingthefuture]

I'm afraid not. I know a few languages, but none of these are familiar to me. Besides... it's on paper. My people haven't used that for centuries. [He offers a small smile at that. No, the things most definitely didn't come from him, but he wishes he had a better explanation.]

So... you found that on the Skyway just before you found me? Did... any of the statues nearby match the people in those pictures?

[blackblooded]

[Crona isn't someone who Marie would approach, but Marie is someone who Crona would approach.]

What is that, Miss Marie?

[goodlifechoices]

[ She shook her head. ]

I didn't look around too closely, but maybe I should have. They- you know they aren't statures, right?

They're the dead.

[buildingthefuture]

They are? [That... would be news to him. He'd thought that they could be anything, but the literal dead, no. There was no flesh beneath them, it wasn't like their bodies were preserved, since it seemed to be stone all the way through. But... now he's curious.] How do you know?

[goodlifechoices]

They're nothing but ash. I've seen both magic and weapons capable of doing that to a human.

[ She's obviously steeling herself to talk about this. She's a death scythe, and she tells herself that she can handle it. Denial wasn't the best mechanism at a time like this. ]

I can't imagine they're anything else. When I first arrived, I saw my meister.

[ Whoops, she sounds a little ragged towards the end of that, but she pulls it back together quickly. ]

It was a cataclysm, Osahar. Why would anyone construct a statue of him?

[goodlifechoices]

Oh, I'm just fussing over something to pass the time. Have you run into anything like this before, Maka?

[ She offers her findings. ]

[goodlifechoices]

An ID and some papers I ran across the other day when I got turned around the other day. It's nothing too important.

[blackblooded]

C-can I see?

[goodlifechoices]

Of course. Here you go.

[ Marie smiles warmly, handing things over. It's all in that odd foreign language, but the formatting makes some of it clear as to what it must be-- an ID, a scrap with what is obviously an address, and a picture of what is probably a three person family. ]

[blackblooded]

[Crona takes the papers carefully, as if the slight pressure of those pale fingers might damage the artifacts. Ragnarok pops his head out to look.]

What the hell happened to those idiots?

[goodlifechoices]

[ She lifts a hand to wave at Ragnarok briefly. ] I don't know, but I think it'd be interesting to find out.

[buildingthefuture]

I've seen a lot of crazy things, Marie. [He shakes his head. Not that he disagrees, he's fairly sure that Marie's right, but... some madman making statues of the dead isn't tremendously out of the realm of possibility.

Especially with magic. Always with magic.

Still, one thing does catch his attention. Marie's normally fairly in control, so the momentary pain in her voice draws his attention. So, gently, Osahar asks the obvious question.] Your 'meister'?

[blackblooded]

Maybe. We just need to make sure it doesn't happen to us!