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Post by Glide Heart on Feb 3, 2016 17:39:17 GMT -5
Glide dreaded this day and it's arrival. She had exchanged her normal military uniform for her formal blues. She was well groomed, her uniform cleaned and pressed, her cords in just the right place and her buttons aligned and matching. Her curly mane twisted neatly into a tight bun and her cap placed elegantly upon her head. Everything about her looked clean and proper save for her eyes, red, swollen and baggy from the previous night she had spent alone crying and trying to keep herself from crying now. However the reason for her blues were not the joyous celebration of winning the war, but to put her late family to rest. Her young son and husband had been killed during the Diamond dog raid while she was training upon a griffon vessel. Deep within her mind she also felt a massive twinge of guilt for she had decided to leave her husband and child while she trained with the griffons. they demanded her full loyalty and at the time the war seemed like it would continue on for much longer.
Not many pony's attended the funeral save for a few the couple had known from their days in ponyville that were evacuated to Manehatten and had survived the attack of the diamond dogs. She would greet everyone and gently nod her head thanking each of them for their condolences she however, was waiting for one pony in particular. The one who she was told had been visiting her family when the building they lived in had collapsed. After it seemed the majority of ponys had given her their condolences she made her way into the funeral parlor and stood beside her husbands and foals caskets, sitting down and gently placing a hoof on each of them. The service had yet to begin and more ponys were still slowly trickling in as the sad, soft music played in the background.
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Post by Nul on Feb 4, 2016 11:53:46 GMT -5
Nul looked up at the dreary clouds, as he stepped close to the funeral. Today was a somber day as he wore a suit, it would seem improper if he just showed up in his cape. The stallion sighed as he walked down the hill slowly his metal cuffs clicking as he did, his horn glowed for just a moment and the bands grew a little tighter and the clinking stopped. He nodded his head greeting those who greeted him as he made his way looking for the friend he promised to be here for. He was sporting a rather nice scar from the party after Gilda had unceremoniously smashed his head with a stein, however it was water under the bridge now for him.
Passing by the sad ponies some of them sobbing her spotted her up by the caskets. Slowly stepping up beside her looked at them casket then her. He placed a hoof on her shoulder to let her know he came and he was there beside her, his face having a sad but comforting smile to it.
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Post by Draft Design on Feb 5, 2016 15:50:04 GMT -5
Draft didn't like going out in public anymore. Not since an interrogation with one of the Dog generals had left him with a scar on his right cheek resembling a terrifying acid burn. When he looked in the mirror, he saw something out of a horror movie; a caricature with Jekyll on one side and Hyde on the other. He didn't like the looks he got of mixed pity and disgust. He didn't like the surprised repulse when somepony got a full view of his face. If it was up to him he would just keep his helmet on. Permanently.
But you couldn't wear a helmet to a funeral. You had to wear a suit and a tie and bear it all for the world to see. He didn't want to be here. He didn't want the looks today. And he didn't want to see Glide, standing at her family's funeral, the widow of his deceased friend. Draft had been the last person to see him and their son before the Diamond Dogs attacked Manehattan. What was he supposed to say to her?
He trotted into the funeral parlor, trying to bring as little attention to himself as possible. He saw the caskets. He saw Glide. Something in his heart twisted.
She was being comforted by someone else, and Draft didn't intend on barging in. He walked over to the far wall on the darker side of the room, hoping as few people had seen him as possible. He glanced at her, then back at the room, then let out a sigh.
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Post by Glide Heart on Feb 6, 2016 1:10:54 GMT -5
She sat in silence for a moment, barley able to keep herself together standing beside the two vastly different sized caskets. She didn't think she would ever be bale to forgive herself for anything she had done to them. Sending them to Manehatten, abandoning them for the crew. The crew choice was a wise one though guilt still stung in her shattered heart. Her eyes filled with water as she looked silently on the caskets not paying much attention to her surroundings. It wasn't until she felt a hoof on her shoulder that she realized she wasn't alone. She quickly drug her hoof along her eyes, wiping away the tears building in her eyes before turning and looking up at the pony who approached her. She quickly realized that the pony who had given her the comforting gesture was her friend Nul, he actually came that made her feel better for a small moment. She returned his gentle smile with a half hearted one of her own.
She stood up slowly and faced him placing her own hoof on his shoulder. "Thank you for coming Nul, it means a lot to me." Out of the corner of her eye she saw another figure standing in the shadows silently and heard him let out a soft sigh. She turned her head to look directly at him, wondering who this pony could be? She hadn't met him before? She quickly came to the conclusion that this must be the pony who was with her husband and colt when they died. She looked back at Nul and motioned her head to the one against the wall and made her way over to him motioning for him to follow. She felt it was rude to simply leave him after he was so kind to attend the funeral.
Once she drew closer tot he mysterious pony she noticed his facial injury but her face remained unaffected. In her line of work she had seen many a gruesome scene and knew exactly how pony's felt after sustaining such an injury. She knew it was best not to bring it up to him, she did however want to talk with him. She stopped in front of him and mustered a faint, fake smile. She held out her hoof to him in greeting before speaking to him. "Hello, I'm Glide Heart"
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Post by Nul on Feb 6, 2016 14:26:11 GMT -5
Nul had smiled and nodded at her words, of course he came. He wouldn't be much of a friend if he didn't come and he felt like he should show up anyways. He saw the tears in her eyes, he couldn't understand her pain, he didn't have a wife or a child as far as he could remember but he knew that no mother should have to bury her child. Turning as she indicated to the far wall and motioned for him to follow he got to his feet and gave the caskets one long hard look then turned to follow her.
As the approached the solitary pony he saw the face of him, it looked like he had a bad acid burn. If this pony was a soldier he would understand, Nul had many scars himself and he often didn't even try to hide them. He thought the scars were interesting but he would know that many others wouldn't see it that way. Whatever happened to him, Nul knew he was lucky to walk away from with just the scar.
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Post by Draft Design on Feb 6, 2016 19:23:58 GMT -5
Draft remained still, looking at Glide blankly. "...it's Draft." He searched her face for any sign of recognition, letting a moment of silence pass. "...I was at you and Lens' wedding."
He almost immediately regretted saying the last part (bringing up wedding memories at her husband's funeral may not have been the best thing to do). But he was disconcerted that Glide was acting like she'd never seen Draft in her life. Maybe it made sense, he told himself. Sure, he had known Lens since they were kids. But they were still only acquaintances. And this was his acquaintance's wife. Even if he had attended their wedding, she had probably just... forgot about him.
This is what he told himself, hoping to sate the other idea gnawing through the back of his head: that she didn't recognize him because of the scar.
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Post by Glide Heart on Feb 6, 2016 22:59:45 GMT -5
She squinted her eyes for just a moment before a wave of realization crashed into her. How on earth could she have forgotten Draft! She automatically felt horrible for forgetting his name and face. This was one of Len's friends and she felt a huge pang of guilt in the pit of her stomach. He must think her such an awful person. "Oh my gosh, Draft I'm so sorry I forgot about you there.. You must forgive me it's been a rather.. eventful few days" She mustered another fake smile at him pulling her hoof back and placing it on the ground. It had in fact been a very eventful last few days between the war ending, her traveling back home, meeting Nul. Lots of new faces to learn and remember. "Thank you for coming Draft it means a lot to me that you would be here." She took a seat in front of him ignoring the whispering and gentle talking behind her from the others that had attended the funeral.
She took a deep breath then turned her head. She looked at Nul with the same mustered smile and spoke. "Draft, I would like you to meet a friend of mine Nul, Nul I'd like you to meet Draft. He was a friend of my husband."
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Post by Nul on Feb 7, 2016 12:42:14 GMT -5
Nul had listened to the two converse for abit. So he was the friend of her late husband and was at their weddings. Now he was here to help bury a friend. "A grim day indeed" Nul had thought as he listened to the two speak for a while longer. Until Glide had introduced him, Nul who had sat quiet simply bowed his head with a smile. He had forgotten his paper and pen at his safehouse so he was effectively unable to communicate today. He did however let off a serious of hums. Wondering if they understood the humming or not. If they did they would have gotten "Nice to meet you, sorry i cant speak i kinda cant." his hum spelled out in morse code.
His attention then was turned to the sky as he thought he heard a rumble but shook his head and returned back to the conversation.
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Post by Draft Design on Feb 8, 2016 21:13:06 GMT -5
"Yeah. Yeah, don't worry about it," Draft spoke as Glide apologized. He didn't know if she was telling the truth or didn't want him to feel bad. He didn't want to think about it and come to an unpleasant conclusion.
Draft looked over at the gray-pelted unicorn, blinking at him once he started a lengthy humming session. He let an awkward moment pass before speaking. "Is something wrong with him?"
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Post by Glide Heart on Feb 14, 2016 15:09:17 GMT -5
She had smiled gently towards Draft trying to seem as sincere as possible. She really meant her apology and she knew he must be rather self conscious about his wounds. As she looked over to Nul she realized he didn't have his pen and paper. This would be enjoyable not being able to communicate with him. She turned her head back to Draft. "He's a mute Draft and cannot speak, it seems he's forgotten his pen and paper as well." Her smile again faded as she returned to reality. The guests were beginning to fill the small number of seats in the funeral parlor. She let out a soft sigh and stood up motioning to the seats. "we ought to find our seats now.. The funeral will be starting soon."
She turned around and made her way to the front row, taking a seat and waiting silently losing herself in her thoughts again of regret and guilt. she wouldn't be able to shake these feelings anytime soon what so ever.
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Post by Nul on Feb 16, 2016 16:05:26 GMT -5
Nul let out a sigh realizing they wouldn't understand his humming, his attention turned to Glide as she mentioned the guest starting to arrive. He moved with her and looked to Draft and motioned for him to follow. She would need her friends here today, he made his way to the row with her and sat with her on her left side on the edge.
He looked about as the other guest began to find their seats as he looked up once more at the gray skies. Today was a funeral day indeed, the gray skies and heavy air brought the feeling of sadness and despair. But deep down he knew that there would always be another day to live. Looking to Glide he placed his hoof on her shoulder and gave her another sad smile.
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Post by Draft Design on Feb 24, 2016 0:58:34 GMT -5
"Mute... right," Draft spoke, giving Nul a second once-over. Being mute didn't explain the awkward humming at all, but he wasn't going to probe any further.
The out-of-uniform Rainlock guard didn't give a 'yeah' or a nod or recognition towards the arrival of more guests. He merely took his designated seat, letting out a plainful sigh and keeping his eyes locked ahead of him. Draft wanted to keep his mind as blank as possible, at least until the funeral proper had commenced. Until then, he didn't want any more thoughts about his scar or the last time he had seen Lens and Frost or the diamond dogs who had...
The pegasus shook his head to clear his mind. No, this was a funeral. You had to be mournful at funerals, not mad and bitter at mutts and their generals.
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Post by Glide Heart on Mar 6, 2016 15:22:26 GMT -5
The other guests had already taken their respective seats and had been handed a sheet of paper. The faces of her family printed upon them with a few kind words about them. Glide looked to Nul and gave him a soft nod. It was very kind of him to be so supportive of her. However when she looked back tot eh caskets her stomach dropped. She would have to give a eulogy. She would have to stand in front of a crowd and give a speech about her dead family. Would she be able to do it? She would have to, she would make herself. It was the absolute least she could do for her past family. They deserved kind words to send them off to eternal rest. No doubt there would be much resentment in the hearts of the funeral attendees, toward the war, the diamond dogs. More than likely those attending would have lost important people of their own. Glide started to panic, her mind reeling. Quick think up something to say!
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Post by Nul on Mar 7, 2016 4:26:36 GMT -5
He looked at Glide who seemed to be freaking out. He had no idea she would have this much trouble, he didn't know how to help other then be there for his friend. Tapping her shoulder one more time he hoped he could help her calm down so she can make a proper eulogy, he then tapped her picture of her family and smiled mouth the words "You can do it" he mouthed "For them." He wished he could talk right now, wished he could use his voice but he would have to rely on his presence alone to help her through this.
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Post by Draft Design on Mar 11, 2016 17:07:35 GMT -5
Draft looked down at the paper he was handed, black and white images of Lens and Frost Zone smiling back up at him. He blinked down at them, then glanced up at the pony-sized casket and colt-sized twin. The rainlock guard silently folded the paper, slipping it away and into his coat. Two dead ponies: his friend and his son. Not seeking harm, but gone in an instant.
He gave a quick look over to Glide, who was being comforted by Nul. She looked sad, unsettled, out of place; what you'd expect from a newly-formed widow at her family's funeral. In a blink Draft was back to staring ahead of him, waiting for the funeral proper to start. The people were here, the stage was set. Now all they needed was the music.
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