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[May 25] [Suikoden III] Tour of the Town of the Dead
Title: Tour of the Town of the Dead
Day/Theme: May 25, 2010 "No more dreaming of the dead"
Series: Suikoden III (on-going project goes on...)
Character/Pairing: Stephen & Tevan
Rating: PG
"You feel better, Tevan?"
"Much better." He was on the porch, kneeling down to examine the garden. It was an assortment of bushy weeds and inexplicably thriving late season wild flowers. It was no surprise that there was such wild disarray. There was no one in the entire town with either the time or the inclination for gardening. "You have a bit?"
"Of time, you mean? I suppose so." He knelt down beside Tevan, wondering what he wanted of him out here in the yard. Maybe he liked plants. ...They weren't going to start weeding now, were they?
"If you come out with me, I'll take you around town and tell you about the place." Tevan rose shakily to his feet. In Stephen's opinion, he still looked to be faring rather poorly. The doctor said he was improved, so Stephen wouldn't argue, but the blood-coughing incident was still stained starkly across his memory. The fever was gone, perhaps, but his health was not perfect.
Stephen rose quickly to steady the pale and healing man, holding onto his arm. They smiled awkwardly at one another. "If that's what you'd like to do, Tevan."
"Yeah, c'mon." Tevan leaned on the priest, using him as an impromptu crutch. Stephen was not particularly strong, but with Tevan in his current state, there really wasn't much for him to hold up. He cautiously took his guide down the steps, but once they were settled on level ground, he allowed Tevan to take the lead in pulling him around town.
They went at a slow pace. Tevan might have seemed unenergetic, but he didn't lack for things to say. "That shop- that's where Erika's family lived." Of course, most of what the carpenter had to say was pretty morbid. "Both those parents are dead. Next door, Weill lived there. Wife's dead, three kids, all dead. Is Weill dead now too?" He looked to Stephen for confirmation.
He shook his head. "I don't know. No one named "Weill" ever came to be taken care of at Kiheiji's house."
"Hmm. So that's probably it for him too. Then there's Richelle. She's still hanging in there. The noodleman's long gone. Our priest too. Maket and Lowes, Bernice, Colin, that snooty artisan type who lived by the mayor..."
"I can barely believe you have no fear of being haunted."
"Is that really orthodox, Father?" He couldn't recall that clearly, having been in and out of a daze for the course of his illness, but it didn't seem like the first time he had wondered at Stephen's strange comments. "Anyway, I don't see how I could be haunted. I don't even dream of them. The dead have moved on to better things."
That much Stephen could agree was true. Over the course of the last week or so, he had heard Sasarai say as much so, so many times.
Day/Theme: May 25, 2010 "No more dreaming of the dead"
Series: Suikoden III (on-going project goes on...)
Character/Pairing: Stephen & Tevan
Rating: PG
"You feel better, Tevan?"
"Much better." He was on the porch, kneeling down to examine the garden. It was an assortment of bushy weeds and inexplicably thriving late season wild flowers. It was no surprise that there was such wild disarray. There was no one in the entire town with either the time or the inclination for gardening. "You have a bit?"
"Of time, you mean? I suppose so." He knelt down beside Tevan, wondering what he wanted of him out here in the yard. Maybe he liked plants. ...They weren't going to start weeding now, were they?
"If you come out with me, I'll take you around town and tell you about the place." Tevan rose shakily to his feet. In Stephen's opinion, he still looked to be faring rather poorly. The doctor said he was improved, so Stephen wouldn't argue, but the blood-coughing incident was still stained starkly across his memory. The fever was gone, perhaps, but his health was not perfect.
Stephen rose quickly to steady the pale and healing man, holding onto his arm. They smiled awkwardly at one another. "If that's what you'd like to do, Tevan."
"Yeah, c'mon." Tevan leaned on the priest, using him as an impromptu crutch. Stephen was not particularly strong, but with Tevan in his current state, there really wasn't much for him to hold up. He cautiously took his guide down the steps, but once they were settled on level ground, he allowed Tevan to take the lead in pulling him around town.
They went at a slow pace. Tevan might have seemed unenergetic, but he didn't lack for things to say. "That shop- that's where Erika's family lived." Of course, most of what the carpenter had to say was pretty morbid. "Both those parents are dead. Next door, Weill lived there. Wife's dead, three kids, all dead. Is Weill dead now too?" He looked to Stephen for confirmation.
He shook his head. "I don't know. No one named "Weill" ever came to be taken care of at Kiheiji's house."
"Hmm. So that's probably it for him too. Then there's Richelle. She's still hanging in there. The noodleman's long gone. Our priest too. Maket and Lowes, Bernice, Colin, that snooty artisan type who lived by the mayor..."
"I can barely believe you have no fear of being haunted."
"Is that really orthodox, Father?" He couldn't recall that clearly, having been in and out of a daze for the course of his illness, but it didn't seem like the first time he had wondered at Stephen's strange comments. "Anyway, I don't see how I could be haunted. I don't even dream of them. The dead have moved on to better things."
That much Stephen could agree was true. Over the course of the last week or so, he had heard Sasarai say as much so, so many times.