Note: There is one more chappie. But it's a chappie that would come after
all of the credits if there were any... I need to make some I guess...
Chapter 95: Goodbye
Laguna worked all night on the sealing unit, and yawned as he leaned back in a wheeled chair. He fell back, and rubbed his head. Looking up he saw his son, a storming look in his eyes, and a furrowed brow. Squall forcefully helped his old man up, and sighed irritably.
Laguna: What's wrong?
Squall: Do you hate her that much?
Laguna: Who?
Squall: You know who, so don't give me that bull s***.
Laguna: ......
Squall: So her death wasn't enough, and saving the world wasn't enough?! You have to ruin her afterlife too?!
Laguna: You're doing that better than I am. You're the reason she's still here. *reflects* It's been an eerie night. Tools I need moving next to me, cold breath down my neck, and a voice singing. Creepy, eh?
Squall: Maybe she doesn't want you to f*** up.
Laguna: Seems more like she does.
Squall: Wouldn't she move the tools away from you then?
Laguna: Maybe she's being coy.
Squall: Whatever.
Laguna: So, uh, how did Aelin take it?
Squall: He's a baby. He cried, but after he got a bottle he slept for a while. I think despite his advamced intelligence, he doesn't exactly know what death is. Or maybe... he still sees her....
Laguna: That gal always could think of ways to creep ya out.
Squall (irritated): Dewn's doing fine. Oh, wait she isn't biologically mine in this incarnation. You are such an-
Selphie: Can I throw a wrench at him?
Squall: Huh?
Selphie: Sir Laguna, the greatest author my foot. You are nothing more than a sex deprived, aging, scaredy meanie.
Laguna: Hey!
Selphie: Do the honorable thing! Not the butthead thing!
Laguna: ......Squall, can you excuse us for a minute?
Squall: *raises one hand as he leaves* Whatever. *exits*
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The Esther streets ran with flowers, the sealing unit completed, and in the Sorceress Memorial awaiting it's occupant. Guardians as pall bearers, they lead the procession down the street from the church, the funeral itself complete. The masses has been filled in with what details could be given about the one they were mourning, and flowers were their payment for their lives. In thanks for everyone of the destined ones (Squall, and the others), they gave their condolances. Flower petals filled the air, a breeze blowing. Squall walked behind the black stained coffin, trimmed with silver.
He held Dewn's hand, her other wiping away tears. Next to him was Rinoa, holding the sleeping Aelin in her arms. Quistis, and the others were behind them, and Laguna sat in a black carriage driven by black horses. Kiros, and Ward were on both sides of him. Odin rode his horse at the very back of the procession, and the petals turned to feather behind him as he passed.
They moved on to the Memorial, and they took the coffin inside. Squall stood before the doors, and paused. He had been here before, his Rinoa about to be sealed then. Now Tinsir was, but there was no saving her. She could not be returned to him. Dewn tugged on his coat, and he picked her up, and went in. Rinoa looked at Squall, and tears stung her eyes. She followed him, and they stood together. Odin walked to the front, and Laguna beside him. Odin carefully lifted the coffin lid, and looked at her lifeless body. A single tear fell from his cheek as he lifted her remains from the black silk. A black portable curtain hid the sealing unit from view, and Esthar soldiers removed them.
It was by far the best one in appearance that Laguna had ever made. Silver metal trimmed with black, and blue, it's twisted metal made the bubbble she would be in look like a dew drop between a couple of vines. Squall sat in silence, and watched. Laguna had started by saying how much of a loss it was, and how he wanted to memorialize her, the mother of his son's children. And she was a sorceress, so they would keep her remains her permaneantly, seeing as it is the Sorceress' Memorial.
Quite tongue tied, he went on to say that Tinsir, and he had talked months before, and they discussed this day. He decided to make it a surprise for his son that he had grown to like his girlfriend. She had also wanted the seal to be strong should she fail to be able to cross over. "But," Laguna continued, "You knew she wouldn't fail. So I designed it for one way repelling. She can get out, but nothing can get in. However for a challenge, she has the normal seals on the outside. She always thought the things done easily weren't worth doing, so there is her last challenge."
Laguna paused, and looked at the sealing unit, Odin already placed her in it. She was like a limp doll amidst the clear plastic like material, Squall played with something in his pockets. Laguna began the sequence, and Squall relaized that he had to put her necklace in it. He darted up, and ran to the unit. The others cried out that he couldn't save her, and that he can't be sealed with her, unknowing of his promise. He tossed the necklace in just as the air escaped the bubble, and she was sealed. Clamps locked down, and the sound was deafening in the now quiet room.
The smoke from the machines faded away, and they sat in confusion. The shell necklace from which she could be summoned was in her hand, and once black garments on her body turned white. Squall walked up to her, and caressed her face through the material. Her eyes darted open, and her body dusted; black, silver, blue (Of various shades), and white sparkles filled the room. The gathered at near Squall, and faded as he went to touch them. When he tossed the shell, he had done what he needed to. He let her go.
Chapter 95: Goodbye
Laguna worked all night on the sealing unit, and yawned as he leaned back in a wheeled chair. He fell back, and rubbed his head. Looking up he saw his son, a storming look in his eyes, and a furrowed brow. Squall forcefully helped his old man up, and sighed irritably.
Laguna: What's wrong?
Squall: Do you hate her that much?
Laguna: Who?
Squall: You know who, so don't give me that bull s***.
Laguna: ......
Squall: So her death wasn't enough, and saving the world wasn't enough?! You have to ruin her afterlife too?!
Laguna: You're doing that better than I am. You're the reason she's still here. *reflects* It's been an eerie night. Tools I need moving next to me, cold breath down my neck, and a voice singing. Creepy, eh?
Squall: Maybe she doesn't want you to f*** up.
Laguna: Seems more like she does.
Squall: Wouldn't she move the tools away from you then?
Laguna: Maybe she's being coy.
Squall: Whatever.
Laguna: So, uh, how did Aelin take it?
Squall: He's a baby. He cried, but after he got a bottle he slept for a while. I think despite his advamced intelligence, he doesn't exactly know what death is. Or maybe... he still sees her....
Laguna: That gal always could think of ways to creep ya out.
Squall (irritated): Dewn's doing fine. Oh, wait she isn't biologically mine in this incarnation. You are such an-
Selphie: Can I throw a wrench at him?
Squall: Huh?
Selphie: Sir Laguna, the greatest author my foot. You are nothing more than a sex deprived, aging, scaredy meanie.
Laguna: Hey!
Selphie: Do the honorable thing! Not the butthead thing!
Laguna: ......Squall, can you excuse us for a minute?
Squall: *raises one hand as he leaves* Whatever. *exits*
_+_+_+_+_+_+_+
The Esther streets ran with flowers, the sealing unit completed, and in the Sorceress Memorial awaiting it's occupant. Guardians as pall bearers, they lead the procession down the street from the church, the funeral itself complete. The masses has been filled in with what details could be given about the one they were mourning, and flowers were their payment for their lives. In thanks for everyone of the destined ones (Squall, and the others), they gave their condolances. Flower petals filled the air, a breeze blowing. Squall walked behind the black stained coffin, trimmed with silver.
He held Dewn's hand, her other wiping away tears. Next to him was Rinoa, holding the sleeping Aelin in her arms. Quistis, and the others were behind them, and Laguna sat in a black carriage driven by black horses. Kiros, and Ward were on both sides of him. Odin rode his horse at the very back of the procession, and the petals turned to feather behind him as he passed.
They moved on to the Memorial, and they took the coffin inside. Squall stood before the doors, and paused. He had been here before, his Rinoa about to be sealed then. Now Tinsir was, but there was no saving her. She could not be returned to him. Dewn tugged on his coat, and he picked her up, and went in. Rinoa looked at Squall, and tears stung her eyes. She followed him, and they stood together. Odin walked to the front, and Laguna beside him. Odin carefully lifted the coffin lid, and looked at her lifeless body. A single tear fell from his cheek as he lifted her remains from the black silk. A black portable curtain hid the sealing unit from view, and Esthar soldiers removed them.
It was by far the best one in appearance that Laguna had ever made. Silver metal trimmed with black, and blue, it's twisted metal made the bubbble she would be in look like a dew drop between a couple of vines. Squall sat in silence, and watched. Laguna had started by saying how much of a loss it was, and how he wanted to memorialize her, the mother of his son's children. And she was a sorceress, so they would keep her remains her permaneantly, seeing as it is the Sorceress' Memorial.
Quite tongue tied, he went on to say that Tinsir, and he had talked months before, and they discussed this day. He decided to make it a surprise for his son that he had grown to like his girlfriend. She had also wanted the seal to be strong should she fail to be able to cross over. "But," Laguna continued, "You knew she wouldn't fail. So I designed it for one way repelling. She can get out, but nothing can get in. However for a challenge, she has the normal seals on the outside. She always thought the things done easily weren't worth doing, so there is her last challenge."
Laguna paused, and looked at the sealing unit, Odin already placed her in it. She was like a limp doll amidst the clear plastic like material, Squall played with something in his pockets. Laguna began the sequence, and Squall relaized that he had to put her necklace in it. He darted up, and ran to the unit. The others cried out that he couldn't save her, and that he can't be sealed with her, unknowing of his promise. He tossed the necklace in just as the air escaped the bubble, and she was sealed. Clamps locked down, and the sound was deafening in the now quiet room.
The smoke from the machines faded away, and they sat in confusion. The shell necklace from which she could be summoned was in her hand, and once black garments on her body turned white. Squall walked up to her, and caressed her face through the material. Her eyes darted open, and her body dusted; black, silver, blue (Of various shades), and white sparkles filled the room. The gathered at near Squall, and faded as he went to touch them. When he tossed the shell, he had done what he needed to. He let her go.
