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modernized[Voice (As Terry)]
[There's a small conflicted sound on the feed before any words can be heard. Because...well, this is a conflicting thing to ask and his voice doesn't hide how unsure he feels about even approaching the subject.]
So, I never spoke to the Emperor - I only met her once when I arrived - but from what I gathered a lot of people liked her. If you don't mind indulging me, I want to know why.
[A quick pause.]
--And don't get me wrong, I'm not trying to stir anything up like that other jerk from a couple days ago. I'm honestly curious. I never saw a reason to like her personally, but I never did speak with her, so I just want to maybe get a little more understanding about what kind of person she is.
[Or was rather, but he picks his words smartly on that front.]
If anyone is willing to share stories about her...or something, if you feel like sharing. I'd understand if it's too hard right now.
[And who knows. Maybe it might help people in mourning to talk about it. It helped him before.]
[Action (As Batman)]
[Tonight there's a small gathering of Kedan in the Wood Sector, as they have a vigil to honor the death of the Ironwood Emperor. While this isn't usually where Terry makes his rounds, he ends up landing onto a rooftop near the proceedings and begins observing the Kedan in mourning. Partly to make sure nothing bad happens to disturb the small gathering, not entertaining even the thought of going down there and joining them, and partly to try and understand the grief the Kedan feel.
He can't admit to being distraught like others, both Kedan and Foreigners. He only met the Emperor once and never exchanged a word with her. There's surprise that she was killed, the security of the palace coming into question if someone could so easily assassinate her, and a natural sadness toward her death. That sadness is, however, no more than what he offers each time there is word of a stranger dying. He's heard of and seen first hand plenty of needless death by now - all part of the business, no matter how grim it is to admit that he's gotten use to it.
So he observes and watches as a wave of paper lanterns float up to the sky, many of them passing up near where he crouches and illuminating his presence in the dark to anyone on ground or around the roofs. Not that he especially cares if someone sees him - more important things to worry about - but he is more focused on the sight. He finds he has to concentrate hard to not get lost in the beauty of the display, regretful as it may be.]
[There's a small conflicted sound on the feed before any words can be heard. Because...well, this is a conflicting thing to ask and his voice doesn't hide how unsure he feels about even approaching the subject.]
So, I never spoke to the Emperor - I only met her once when I arrived - but from what I gathered a lot of people liked her. If you don't mind indulging me, I want to know why.
[A quick pause.]
--And don't get me wrong, I'm not trying to stir anything up like that other jerk from a couple days ago. I'm honestly curious. I never saw a reason to like her personally, but I never did speak with her, so I just want to maybe get a little more understanding about what kind of person she is.
[Or was rather, but he picks his words smartly on that front.]
If anyone is willing to share stories about her...or something, if you feel like sharing. I'd understand if it's too hard right now.
[And who knows. Maybe it might help people in mourning to talk about it. It helped him before.]
[Action (As Batman)]
[Tonight there's a small gathering of Kedan in the Wood Sector, as they have a vigil to honor the death of the Ironwood Emperor. While this isn't usually where Terry makes his rounds, he ends up landing onto a rooftop near the proceedings and begins observing the Kedan in mourning. Partly to make sure nothing bad happens to disturb the small gathering, not entertaining even the thought of going down there and joining them, and partly to try and understand the grief the Kedan feel.
He can't admit to being distraught like others, both Kedan and Foreigners. He only met the Emperor once and never exchanged a word with her. There's surprise that she was killed, the security of the palace coming into question if someone could so easily assassinate her, and a natural sadness toward her death. That sadness is, however, no more than what he offers each time there is word of a stranger dying. He's heard of and seen first hand plenty of needless death by now - all part of the business, no matter how grim it is to admit that he's gotten use to it.
So he observes and watches as a wave of paper lanterns float up to the sky, many of them passing up near where he crouches and illuminating his presence in the dark to anyone on ground or around the roofs. Not that he especially cares if someone sees him - more important things to worry about - but he is more focused on the sight. He finds he has to concentrate hard to not get lost in the beauty of the display, regretful as it may be.]