Bastion NPC ([personal profile] bastionpc) wrote in [community profile] thebastion2014-03-10 11:36 am

Day 165 - Night's Funeral

Who: Anyone who wants to attend the funeral
Open: Open
When: Day 165
Where: Dragonfield (And other places)
What: It's time to say goodbye to the dead, and move on with the living. It's the Bastion's first funeral.
Format: Any
Warnings: Things normally associated with funerals: a (cleaned up but still) dead body, emotional reactions, potentially other things. Will be updated as needed.


Throughout the day, various residents of the Bastion will find themselves being approached by either Zulf or Serena. It's the latter who will offer more explanation, but Zulf will just take a deep breath and finally speak one word very quietly.

"Night."

That's right. It's time for the funeral.
windgod: (Man...)

[personal profile] windgod 2014-03-15 12:13 am (UTC)(link)
[He winced at the whack...light or not, Colin's a strong guy; but he felt like he deserved it at the very least.]

No...I'm glad I came along, I don't think I could get the things I had in me out if I'd stayed behind. I just wish I could have handled it better is all...
freedom_engineer: (Default)

[personal profile] freedom_engineer 2014-03-15 07:21 pm (UTC)(link)
[Colin draws his hand back slightly, and he shakes his head.]

Water under the bridge. I think that's the right term. Anyway, answer me this, Ippo.

What do you need to keep it from happening again?

[Colin studies him intently.]
windgod: (Sadness)

[personal profile] windgod 2014-03-15 07:36 pm (UTC)(link)
[That was a fair question, and for his intent stare Colin would receive a look of great pensiveness from Ippo; it was a serious question after all and required serious thought. He thought back on the series of events that lead up to his blacking out...he recalled all of the feelings he'd been feeling, even if he didn't necessarily want to, trying to trace things back to a source. The more he delved into his memories, the more he could feel a tension in the back of his brain winding up; it was an unfocused mass of confused and unreleased emotions that seemed to be be pushing at his skull trying to get out.

It was then it hit him...all of that had happened because he'd been unable to properly focus those feelings; he'd allowed them to compound on his mind until his logic had snapped under the pressure. In that moment, he felt like a very small person standing in a very big room; his sense of scale was completely distorted and without any advice or direction to fall back on, he could feel the dizzying weight of the whole situation trying to press him into the floor.

Whenever he'd been in trouble in the ring, he'd had Coach Kamogawa's voice and advice to guide him; even when he was out there making his own decisions, the comfort of knowing that when the bell sounded, he'd be able to go back to his corner to hear the coach's reassurances, strategies, and advice that he'd be able to take into the next round. Out here...he was a boxer without a ring, standing on the strength of his own two feet without any direction to follow. With this in mind, he finally looked up and spoke, his voice slightly hesitant, but his tone was sure and definite.
]

I need...direction. I need focus, something I can aim for at the end of my hands. If I don't have a way to go...I'm just going to keep wandering aimlessly until I get killed or cause more problems; I just...I don't know where I'm supposed to go from here.
freedom_engineer: (Head cocked)

[personal profile] freedom_engineer 2014-03-15 07:58 pm (UTC)(link)
[Colin is silent while Ippo thinks, and talks.]

Congratulations, Ippo. You've just discovered the second hazard of an end of the world scenario. And now we can do something about it.

There are three priorities when you're in a situation like this. The first is finding food and shelter. Without those, you die quickly.

The second... is maintaining your sanity and your will to live. So far, I think I may be the only one here who's done that to any large extent. And some people haven't even done it to a small extent. It's not enough to survive. Just surviving is depressing, and won't end well. You need to find a way to move forward, find something to do with your life.

I can't tell you what you need to do, but I can tell you that just wandering around the Bastion helping out isn't going to be enough for you for much longer.

In a couple of days, I'm going to start holding classes to teach people new skills. I haven't decided where, exactly, to start yet, hence why it's going to be a few days... But I encourage you to attend. If you've got anything that you'd like to do, any skills you'd like to learn? Tell me. I'll give them to you. And from there, we can see about doing a little more with this place than just living.