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trustfelled2017-07-29 07:12 pm
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Ashes to Ashes
[Very shortly after the trial, notes will be delivered to everyone's door:]
Please join me in the foyer in two hours to honor Ryoji. - King Asgore Dreemurr
[The signature is more ornate than anything he's signed since being here. Given the presence of his title as well, he seems to be taking this formally.
When the time comes, Asgore will be standing in the external foyer. He's wearing his full royal regalia, including the very seldom-seen crown, and he stands with his paws clasped behind two small tables set up in the center of the room. One holds a large flowerpot, which some of you might recall Asgore carrying around frequently when it still held a golden flower. Now, though, a new plant has been transferred into it, one with clusters of bright blue flowers. Their color is very close to that of Ryoji's eyes. The other table has a small bowl, one of the nicest ones from the kitchen. It's filled with familiar black dust. Asgore only had time to grab a handful, but given the size of his hands, it's enough.
As people gather, he begins to speak:]
Among monsters, it is tradition to take the dust of the deceased and spread it upon something they loved, so that their spirit may live on in it. There was...one thing Ryoji loved here more than any other. Let us each sprinkle some dust on this flower, so that we may give it to the Transmitter. I know that she cannot accept gifts from us at present, but one way or another, I am sure it shall come to her.
You may say a few words as you sprinkle the dust, or not. Whatever you feel is appropriate.
[The signature is more ornate than anything he's signed since being here. Given the presence of his title as well, he seems to be taking this formally.
When the time comes, Asgore will be standing in the external foyer. He's wearing his full royal regalia, including the very seldom-seen crown, and he stands with his paws clasped behind two small tables set up in the center of the room. One holds a large flowerpot, which some of you might recall Asgore carrying around frequently when it still held a golden flower. Now, though, a new plant has been transferred into it, one with clusters of bright blue flowers. Their color is very close to that of Ryoji's eyes. The other table has a small bowl, one of the nicest ones from the kitchen. It's filled with familiar black dust. Asgore only had time to grab a handful, but given the size of his hands, it's enough.
As people gather, he begins to speak:]
Among monsters, it is tradition to take the dust of the deceased and spread it upon something they loved, so that their spirit may live on in it. There was...one thing Ryoji loved here more than any other. Let us each sprinkle some dust on this flower, so that we may give it to the Transmitter. I know that she cannot accept gifts from us at present, but one way or another, I am sure it shall come to her.
You may say a few words as you sprinkle the dust, or not. Whatever you feel is appropriate.
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[If Asgore wasn't capable of seeing literal souls, Greed would have said souls were something homunculi lacked, but apparently that was yet another lie he was told.]
...but souls are capable of rotting. Eventually that will start to rot the body it resides in.
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Given enough time, the results are.... unpleasant, to put it politely.
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I thought I wanted it, but I've come to realize it's not what I wanted at all.
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