It's a rather quaint town when you get down to it. At least, that's what the Sheriff would argue. Warm and dry in the mornings and afternoons with a brisk coolness in the evenings. The perfect type of weather to just sit out on your rocking chair and observe the comings and goings.
... Of course, there's not much in the way of comings and goings when there aren't any actual people here to watch. Nevertheless, don't let that get you down! The town is your oyster and those roosters won't stop crowing until everyone's out of bed. Up and at 'em, rise and shine, it's time to make the day yours!
After all, there's nothing wrong with the town today and you might just want to savor it while it lasts.
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[before high noon rolls around, noctis will be in the graveyard. what's he doing? getting down and dirty. he really couldn't bear to come back earlier, but seeing tarvek and nisha's graves dug up and just left that way really bothered him.
the least they can do is let these people rest in peace. or. at least let nisha's corpse do that, since who the fuck knows what happened to whatever was in tarvek's? he's not questioning right now.
icky as it is, he still wants to do this, because it's only right.
he definitely won't mind if anyone asks what he's up to with a shovel, or if they see him out doing this in broad daylight.]
b. monday, afternoon;
[there are two facts.
the first is that noct is a disgusting mess after that. dirt and sweat, among other things, and he really just wants to bathe.
the second is that boy, is he pale! because unsurprisingly, being around a rotting corpse and trying to bury is it not exactly in an urban prince's normal skillset.
he kind of wants to puke. he... probably won't though? but needless to say, he definitely looks some mix of "satisfied at his work" and "i might puke and/or pass out on your shoes, let me rest please" as he makes his way back towards the hotel.]
c. wildcard!
[since we have no idea what the hell will happen this week, until we have a more solid beat on it, you can assume noct's around in the usual haunts—the hotel lounge, the general store...
even out near flowers on the homestead, if anyone is curious why he's doing that. he seems to be avoiding his favorite place though, the watering hole. funny how that works.
so just make a scenario or poke me at ailerons if you want something else!]
It is impossible to tell--it may simply have been investigative in nature. I certainly cannot blame any who would not wish to leave a stone unturned in the pursuit of the truth.
[If he and Papika had heaved the stone out of the corpse water, maybe they could've found Simon's killer???
Not sure I'd call it that. Tarvek's was emptied out, and Nisha's...
[was.
you know, devoid of entrails. noct's definitely making a face from remembering the sight—he's not looking forward to doing this at all, but he's taking one for the team here.]
["as quickly as possible" is definitely not quickly enough for noct.
honestly, the smell is putrid and his stomach is not the strongest when it comes to this sort of thing.
(you think a guy who can't handle tomatoes on his burger can deal with rotting corpse scent?)
there are definitely a couple of points where noct has to stop to force back a gag—and a heave or two—
it's probably better if he focuses on cleaning up tarvek's grave instead, but he's trying his best for the cause. he was going to to do this all on his own anyway if barnham didn't come to help him out.]
[That's... not something Barnham will blame him for. While he's used to corpses and crime scenes, he's not used to dealing with the clean up afterwards; he sets his jaw and shovels, grimly, until the grave is properly full.
It's probably not the best they could've done with the body but...for now, it's the only real chance they've got.
He breathes out a huffed breath of air when he's finished, sticking the shovel in the ground outside of the grave and grimaces to himself.
[ Given that she's finally got crutches, Xion had come to the graveyard with the vague thought of maybe spending some time by Riku's grave. However, it surprised her a little bit to find she wouldn't be alone there at this time of day. She watches Noctis from a distance, gently concerned, and when she starts to figure out what he's up to... she'll start to make her way over. ]
[ cut her some slack!!! it's kind of a disturbing thing to catch somebody doing. ]
... are you fixing their graves?
[ It's the best way she can think of to phrase it, after a moment's thought. She'll move slowly towards him, as navigating the graveyard on crutches isn't the easiest thing. ]
Yeah, sounds good to me. No need to stay out here if it's gonna be a break, right?
[though he hasn't spent much time in the church at all. it's a strangely unsettling place to him, even if it's no more troublesome than anything else in town.
but anywhere is better than graveyard right now, he supposes.]
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the least they can do is let these people rest in peace. or. at least let nisha's corpse do that, since who the fuck knows what happened to whatever was in tarvek's? he's not questioning right now.
icky as it is, he still wants to do this, because it's only right.
he definitely won't mind if anyone asks what he's up to with a shovel, or if they see him out doing this in broad daylight.]
b. monday, afternoon;
the first is that noct is a disgusting mess after that. dirt and sweat, among other things, and he really just wants to bathe.
the second is that boy, is he pale! because unsurprisingly, being around a rotting corpse and trying to bury is it not exactly in an urban prince's normal skillset.
he kind of wants to puke. he... probably won't though? but needless to say, he definitely looks some mix of "satisfied at his work" and "i might puke and/or pass out on your shoes, let me rest please" as he makes his way back towards the hotel.]
c. wildcard!
even out near flowers on the homestead, if anyone is curious why he's doing that. he seems to be avoiding his favorite place though, the watering hole. funny how that works.
so just make a scenario or poke me at
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What, exactly, are you planning to do?
[Maybe he'll help. He's got the muscles for it.]
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Some things were dug up in the graveyard the other day. [as in, he found it like that, not that he dug it up himself.]
...Just wanted to put things back where they belong. [though he scrunches his nose a bit, because rotting corpses and all.]
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...ew.....]
Do you...require any assistance?
[He's not excited to handle graves but it must be done.]
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[though he should warn.] It's... not very pretty, though.
[icky. it's icky, barnham!]
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I assure you, I am no stranger to crime scenes.
[And corpses and dead bodies.]
Let us continue.
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[witch-burning and all!!
no but really, mostly just because barnham is competent and knightly and shit. you know, the usual.]
Thanks. It's pretty bad—I'm not even sure why any of that stuff got dug up to begin with.
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It is impossible to tell--it may simply have been investigative in nature. I certainly cannot blame any who would not wish to leave a stone unturned in the pursuit of the truth.
[If he and Papika had heaved the stone out of the corpse water, maybe they could've found Simon's killer???
(Probably not.)]
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[was.
you know, devoid of entrails. noct's definitely making a face from remembering the sight—he's not looking forward to doing this at all, but he's taking one for the team here.]
Eugh.
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But he nods, understanding.]
Then there is something else to it... something that shall likely cause us problems in the future.
[LOVELY.]
Let us get this over with.
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[for better or for worse. and it's usually always "for worse."
either way, it's onwards towards the graveyard and what it holds, which is basically a mess in the spots he mentioned.
...and it smells worse. so much worse. unsurprisingly, the rotting corpse smell gets worse before it gets better.]
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[Because they can't ever win.
And it... it sure is gruesome, god.
Barnham's jaw sets, eyes narrowed, but he just reaches for the shovel. TIME TO GET THIS DONE...AS QUICKLY AS POSSIBLE GOD.]
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honestly, the smell is putrid and his stomach is not the strongest when it comes to this sort of thing.
(you think a guy who can't handle tomatoes on his burger can deal with rotting corpse scent?)
there are definitely a couple of points where noct has to stop to force back a gag—and a heave or two—
it's probably better if he focuses on cleaning up tarvek's grave instead, but he's trying his best for the cause. he was going to to do this all on his own anyway if barnham didn't come to help him out.]
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It's probably not the best they could've done with the body but...for now, it's the only real chance they've got.
He breathes out a huffed breath of air when he's finished, sticking the shovel in the ground outside of the grave and grimaces to himself.
Horrible.]
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he just kind of lets out a groan; he feels pretty queasy from the lingering smell in the air and just how much of that he had to see.]
That's... enough grossness for one day.
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Barnham just gestures to Noct, quickly.]
Let us move on from this place.
[OUTTA HERE. ASAP.]
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[ironic, since they're outside!? please, free him of this.]
And maybe a bucket. And a shower. Maybe two.
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[ Given that she's finally got crutches, Xion had come to the graveyard with the vague thought of maybe spending some time by Riku's grave. However, it surprised her a little bit to find she wouldn't be alone there at this time of day. She watches Noctis from a distance, gently concerned, and when she starts to figure out what he's up to... she'll start to make her way over. ]
Are you...
[ she trails off, unsure of how to phrase it. ]
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even if this has been one hell of a morning.]
Oh, uh... hey, Xion.
[which answers exactly nothing. use your words, xion! because noct isn't really sure what she's trying to say, exactly.]
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... are you fixing their graves?
[ It's the best way she can think of to phrase it, after a moment's thought. She'll move slowly towards him, as navigating the graveyard on crutches isn't the easiest thing. ]
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for a moment, he moves to help her, but then backs off—mostly because he's kind of just a mess from the shoveling and whatnot.
no need to make xion a mess with that too.]
Whoever dug it up the other day never bothered to put it all back. So... I just... figured someone should.
[at least someone in whole ass is trying to be respectful of the corpses?]
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The look that he'll get from her is sort of inscrutable, but eventually she'll sigh through her nose. ]
That's .... really kind of you. I'm glad someone thought of it. I'm sorry I can't help, but ... I can keep you company?
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[he will save her from dealing with the putrid scent of rotting corpses.]
I think I could use a little fresh air, anyway. [as is, again, away from that nauseating scent.]
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I think that's a good idea.
[ Weirdly, as usual, she doesn't seem much bothered by the stench. Or at least, she doesn't give much sign. ]
Do you want to go sit in the church? It's cooler in there.
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[though he hasn't spent much time in the church at all. it's a strangely unsettling place to him, even if it's no more troublesome than anything else in town.
but anywhere is better than graveyard right now, he supposes.]