Sentimentality

It had been a bitch trying to find this place. Salacia had refused to give him the location and he was reduced to searching the whole state trying to find the right cemetery. General Crozier stood before the grave of the only person whom he had considered a friend. Cardinal Ravenwood. It had seemed an immense amount of trouble finding this small patch of grass, but it was very important to him. He kneeled in front of the simple headstone, marked only with his name. the area around it was very neglected. This was to be expected, though. One of the requirements for joining the Tribunal was to discard all of your family and friends, so of course no one would have known and have come to visit. Disregarding the stains left on his civilian clothes, he kneeled down to pull weeds out of the ground and to brush away a few leaves. After the grave was decent enough, something very strange rising out of the ground caught his eye and he looked up. A large marble guitar.

Who would get someone a gravestone like that? he thought. this smells like Dethklok. Oh well, they don't matter today. But before he could lay the flowers on the ground, he noticed a figure coming out of the perpetual fog that surrounded the cemetery. As the person came closer, the identity became clear, and he realized it was none other than Toki Wartooth. Even though his reflexes told him to flee, something kept him rooted to the spot as he crouched behind Ravenwood's headstone, as he watched.

Toki laid flowers in front of the grave, and proceeded to clean it. Suddenly, as if sensing he were there, Toki turned as saw him.

"Oh, hellos," he said. "I didn'ts thinks anyones comes to sees all 'dese dead peoples. I Toki." Toki approached him and extended his hand. "Um, hello, Toki, " replied Crozier. Never in all the time he had spent researching and monitoring Dethklok did he actually think he'd actually meet one of them. "Um, " he said. "who are you…visiting?"

"My piano teacher." Crozier was bewildered. None of his research showed him playing piano. And there was a lotof research. He didn't know about his improper speech patterns.

"You…play the piano?"

"Ja. You knows, likes 'dis." he pantomimed playing a guitar.

"Oh, you mean a guitar?" Now they were on the same page again.

"Oh, ja, a guitar."

"Um…" Crozier had never been good at social situations. "what… did he die from?"

"Oh…" Toki sighed. "He gots old…whos are you visitinks?"

"My friend," he replied." we worked together, but…" he groped in his mind for an excuse that would not give away who he is. "but the stress became too much, and he died of a heart attack." Well it was part true. He was told he had died of a heart attack. He had his suspicions but nothing to base it off.

Toki walked around the headstone and kneeled on the grass with Crozier. "'Dats…not a very good jobs. Sounds likes his boss killeds him whats with the stress. Maysbe you shouldsn't work 'dere no mores…You probsably get killed, too. (oh, he had no idea of the danger of his job) I wouldsn't wants you to die. You don't seems too bad a guy." Toki stood and patted Crozier on his head. "Sorries, " he said, a smile playing on his lips. "I gots to goes, now. Don'ts worries, your friend's in betters place now. See ya."

Toki walked back to his teacher's headstone and patted it once more before walking off into the fog. Crozier was still kneeled on the grass, watching Toki's retreating back until he could see him no more. And he thought maybe, just maybe, not all of Dethklok were all that bad. He patted Ravenwood's grave marker once more, and walked away. He never saw the silhouette of Mr. Salacia in the distance, watching him and chuckling to himself ever so softly...

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