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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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[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.]

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

[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]

[ 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.

...

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

It could be worse.

[ He would be a lot worse off if this happened on mother's day tbh. ]

Would you prefer to do this alone or would you appreciate the help?

[ He can't yank weeds free but he can conjure something for gardening. ]

Yes, I suppose it could.

[he pauses, looking the space over.] Would you be able to trim the remaining portion when I've finished with this?

[ He tilts his head as if to say he can try, but also in slight apology as he uses magic to conjure garden scissors that they can use. ]

It'll be easier like this.

[he reaches for them, looking grateful, turning them over in one hand, curious.]

Thank you. ... I never did ask how your powers operate.

[ He doesn't look at him, eyes shifting to where all the weeds and overgrown grass is. ]

No, you didn't.

[ But he isn't elborating??? ]

[that's all right did you forget who you were talking to it's mr. pointed don't bullshit me mcsassy]

This is where most people would offer an explanation.

[ Nah, but he'll evade it as much as he can. ]

I'm not most people.

[ That sounds more offended than it should i'm sorry. ]

That's true.

[this guy is too busy tenderly snipping at grass to really argue with your ego today doctor]

[ For the best. ]

And I presume you don't have two fathers? [ Indicating to the spot he's trying to clean up. ]

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

[ffffine kneels down to help]

Brother...

I'm aware it's just... a representation, however inaccurate.

But symbols matter.

This one apparently just materialized to toy with us.

[t...trying to sweep off the actual stone with his bare hands]

...

[pulls a little sonic sweeper out of her pocket and switches it on, waving it in the air in front of the headstone so the dirt falls away]

...

[sitting back on his knees, huffing a startled laugh] Yes, that does work better.

I don't like this.

I would be surprised if you did.

It's so manipulative!