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[willnotwatch]

WHAT in person
WHERE the... cemetery?
WHEN day ""136""

[somewhere in cam... cour... uh, qm, there appears to be a new plot of land—some overgrown with weeds and other weed-adjacent plants, and some with towering oak trees and the like, and some with just perfect patches of freshly mowed and manicured grass...

also

there are tombstones every scattered all over this area, with the name of your father or father-figure on them, regardless of whether or not they are here or dead or here-dead.

yeeeeesh.]

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[willnotwatch]

[T'Challa is standing with his arms crossed in front of a pair of joined tombstones with a larger inscription that say "SONS OF AZZURI"

one half is trimmed and neat, with flowers and offerings already presented, and it cleanly reads: t'chaka—beloved king, father, and husband

the other half, however, can barely be seen past the tall grass and dandelions, and the stone itself is half-worn by the elements. it reads: n'jobu—... the rest of it appears to have been scraped off.

huh.]

[aintrunning]

[fuck you if you think he is going anywhere near tombstones, nope.gif cousin]

[willnotwatch]

[well whatever if Erik is spying T'Challa is on his knees now, pulling the weeds out by hand and trying to figure out what to do with the grass next]

[emanation]

[ Stephen's own father's "grave" isn't too far away, the peculiar surname probably making it obvious that "Eugene Strange" was his relation. He hasn't actually gone close to it though, instead stepping towards where T'Challa is. His hand gently drops to his shoulder, offering one pat, before he pulls away. ]

I could see you from the entrance.

[willnotwatch]

...

A rather pointed addition, don't you think? [he drops to his knees, and starts yanking out the various weeds with his bare hands]

[morethanyou]

How rude.

[willnotwatch]

[he's already on his hands and knees, trying to clean the area up]

[whatischeers]

[gamora is standing in front of a large tombstone, complete with its own plot of land and ceremonial sarcophagus. sitting atop the sarcophagus is a marble replica of a certain gauntlet with six inlaid gemstones. the plaque reads "THANOS".

gamora is very still and very quiet for a few moments, and then pretty soon she lets out an anguished yell, does a roundhouse kick, and knocks the marble gauntlet clean off. it goes THUNK as it hits the grass.]

[emanation]

[ Considering he knows very little about her other than their brief conversation from before and the links between her and Thanos, this sure is... something. ]

Does that help?

[whatischeers]

[the gauntlet flew through the air a good eight or so feet before landing, and gamora is glaring at it like that wasn't good enough]

No. Not even remotely. But it's a little satisfying.

[dontworry]

[ no father graves here, but,

in a quiet corner, set away from the main section of the ??cemetery??, is a small half-dead mulberry bush with a single round stone at the base of it, partially obscured and unmarked. It's fist sized, maybe. Easy to overlook.

Shura's standing in front and staring down at it, still and silent, her skeletal familiar perched on her shoulder and staring down as well. ]

[flamingprick]

[Yeah, he definitely found a grave here.

If anyone looks at the headstone, it says "Shiro Fujimoto 1959-2009"

Rin doesn't seem upset at first, though. He's actually sitting down in front of the grave and is talking to it.]

Hey Dad, long time no see. I guess I've got a lot of stories for you, don't I? Shit, I don't even know where to begin...

[Yeah, he'll be talking for a while. Eavesdrop, maybe? Or interrupt him?]

[made_up_names]

[ Peter spots Rin and comes over to talk - and then. Pauses. Not spying, but. Listening quietly. ]

[flamingprick]

[RUDE

but Rin doesn't notice Peter yet, he's really involved in talking to his dad's grave like his dad can actually hear him or something.]

Yukio's doing fine. I think. It's been a little while since I've seen him, but he's strong. ...but I guess you already knew he'd be alright, huh? That's why you trusted him to keep an eye out for me, even though I'm the older brother and all.

[He starts drawing circles in the dirt nearby with one of his fingers, a visual representation of the circles he's dancing around the things he really wants to talk about.]

I made some friends in this weird city I ended up in. Kaiko's one. She's kinda like a demon, but not a demon? I'm not sure what she is, but she has a shrine and everything. She's really nice though. I make your soup for her sometimes, as an offering.

Kevin's pretty nice too. I didn't think an angel would get along with someone like me, but he seems to like me well enough. Maybe it's because I don't wreck his church or do bad shit here. Or maybe it's because I'm only half-demon and he can overlook that in favor of my human half. I dunno. But either way, he's a cool guy.

...

There's...also someone else...

[He's hesitating here, before he continues on with his next thought. Interrupt here, or keep listening?]

[morethanyou]

[coming over after her own conversation with a headstone, pausing quietly behind him]

[aintrunning]

[After a few hours, Erik is casually strolling through the graves, not stopping to check out names, just dropping a small bundle every couple of rows. Bundles connected by wires, hmm. Once his work is finished and the area around the first charge is clear (and only the first charge, because he's not that thoughtful), the bomb explodes sending up a wave of stone, grass, and earth. After that, there are four seconds before the next goes off then the next, all going off in a perfect line with timed delay . . . You've been warned.]


[Erik is across the street to watch the first explosion before pocketing the remote detonator and heading off, perfectly satisfied.]

[morethanyou]

Seriously?

[willnotwatch]

...

[he... considered, getting into the suit, and absorbing the explosions, but actually he walks up beside Erik instead, arms crossed, just watching] Will it work?

[flamingprick]

[After about the third or fourth charge goes off, a streak of blue fire with a sword is going to go diving through and attempting to cut the wires before the next charge goes off.

Erik might be able to pick up on the fact that there's a person at the center of said blue fire too, and said person looks pissed.]

[made_up_names]

[ THAT'S JUST RUDE MAN

Peter sure has two. His actual biological dad and then Uncle Ben. It's the latter one he looks most stricken about. ]

[morethanyou]

[quietly, coming over from a nearby headstone]

Hello, Peter.

[willnotwatch]

...

[he makes sure to make a lot of noise, so Peter hears him coming, and settles a light hand on his shoulder just enough to announce that he's close]

[maxxximumeffort]

[Sighs. And sits down in front of Odin's grave.]

Oh! Shit. Ha ha this is the WRONG account. I'll just. Walk out of here. Don't mind me. Forget this ever happened, I was never here. Fuck Father's Day!

[aahiyaaaaaa_ah]

[Sighs. And sits down in front of Odin's grave.]

[selfidentitytheft]

[Kei is crouched by a wooden gravemarker, so weatherworn with age that its inscription has almost disappeared— He's busy rewriting it with a Sharpie.]

This is stupid.