manofgnee | Case 122 [Accidental Video/Action]

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Case 122 [Accidental Video/Action]

[It's a bit odd for Hanna, not being home on the Day of the Dead. It messes up all his personal traditions...but he's fine with trying something new.

Hanna's tired, and he looks just a little sad, but he's still smiling as he goes through the graveyard. In one hand is a large bouquet of bright yellow marigolds, the other hand has a box filled with cookies. He tried to bake his own, but that really didn't work out.]

I hope they don't mind that I didn't make em...though, they probably would prefer store bought over my homemade monstrosities. Haha!

[Hanna laughs slightly, before he gets started, going over to a grave and sitting down in front of it. He pulls out a marigold and a few cookies, placing them on the grave. He stays at the grave for a few minutes, just talking to it, before he moves on to another grave, repeating the process.

It's the Day of the Dead. Even the dead of the City deserve something special...the dead don't all have names, or properly cared for headstones...or even names that Hanna knows. How long have they been here, who were they?

Well, regardless, they deserve something special, a little respect on a special day.]

...shoot, I hope I got enough cookies and flowers...shoot, I hope they like cookies...Maybe I should come here more often...it's sort of nice.

Hah, I wish Gallahad was here. I'd make it his best day ever! We could even pretend it was his birthday!

[He laughs again, before smiling slightly and turning back to the grave he's sitting at now, in the back of the graveyard.]

Hee, sorry. Went off on a bit of a tangent there...anyway, where were we?

[He goes back to talking to the grave, moving to another one after a few more minutes. This is his plan for the day.

After all, he can't visit the graves at home, so make do with what you got?]

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[Sorrow is tucked away in a corner of the graveyard, eyes focused on some point in front of him. He's cleaned up now, although he looks like he has been through the wringer -- his carved cheeks are sunken; his brow hangs heavy over his eyes; his hair has been smoothed back as best he can but is still unkempt. Hanna won't be able to see what he's looking at, but he appears to be talking to someone in a barely audible voice. After a moment, he notices Hanna there, and turns weary eyes toward the man for a moment. His left glasses lens is shattered, and a faint blue sheen ripples across his gaze as he speaks to whatever he sees next to him.]

You have a visitor...perhaps I will leave you to him.

[Hanna blinks, looking up and around for a second. He thought he heard something...]

[Sorrow watches Hanna for a moment -- the man was speaking to the stones, so does that mean he can see the spirits also? But Hanna doesn't have that focused look, the eyes locked onto empty air, the sense of interaction. He's talking to something, yes, but not to another voice. His expression turns to its usual rueful close-lipped smile, worn out, but still there.]

Pardon me. I did not intend to interrupt.

Oh, no, sorry!

I just thought it'd be nice to come down here, cuz of the day and all...

[He waves the statement aside.]

There is no need to apologize.

...Can you see them also? [No need to jump to conclusions, after all.]

Not all the time, I'm afraid...but I know they're here. I wish I could see them, though...it'd make talking to them a lot easier.

[He wants to see them...]

Unfortunately, I can only show the spirit world itself to those who are dying, or in the City, those who have died. You seem to be very much alive...but if there is someone here to whom you wish to speak, and who would agree, I could channel them for you and allow them voice.

I'm afraid I don't know anybody here...but every year, I go to the graveyard at home and talk to the graves there. Since its the Day of the Dead and all...

...Um...they don't mind me being here, do they? I didn't mean to bother them, I thought they'd just like some company, that's all.

[He sweeps his eyes across the graveyard. No one here is particularly thrilled about the City, and some of them are even glad they are here instead of suffering the Deities' torment...]

No, they don't mind your being here. You are respectful, and it is something like a breath of fresh air that someone knows they are still here. They aren't bothered, in general.

Don't worry. I've rarely seen a ghost who is angry because he is acknowledged.

I thought they might like some company today, that's all...they shouldn't be ignored just because they've passed on.

[He nods, before going and holding up a cookie.]

Cookie? I brought them for the ghosts, but I got a few too many here.

[Food! --That isn't what he needs to think about...so he turns away and politely holds up a hand, though the tightening in his expression hints that something isn't quite right. A flash of instinct, and his teeth bare just enough that pointed canines flicker across the gap.]

Ah...thank you, but no. I have some peculiar food intolerances right now.

You have experience with the supernatural, then? Most do not think so considerately of spirits, or of them at all.

Oh, I'm sorry...didn't know.

Yeah, I'm a paranormal investigator back home. Best job in the world.

They may be spirits...but they still have feelings.

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