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Post by Monica Davis on Feb 19, 2016 6:31:11 GMT
The woman was indeed a marvel and as she'd not looked directly at her before she did now and almost choked on her sweet tea. the aura on the older woman was largely human but there was almost just as much of the same sort of sparkly swirly purplish that del had in thin wisps through his. She couldn't help it and whispered ' what family hail you from?"
She had heard the one fae officer ask this of high court during an investigation. She didn't know if Del knew she was in awe and asked ' does he know?'
Not meaning to confuse matt but it was almost like shed forgotten he was there. She looked to him nodding that it would be ok but that he should offer no offense. She did fast thinking and put it together the woman must be part Brownie if she was correct but shed wait to hear it from her own mouth. Her mind realed and she paced to ampt to eat but shed not want Del to suspect if he didn't know but he'd have to know.
Soft settle h took the plate and ate blindly her metabolism crazy but waiting for the other to come out.
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Post by Nobody on Feb 19, 2016 21:57:27 GMT
Cheryl paused looking to Matthew and really looking at him. Before speaking fixing her hands on her hips smiling though the smile was more than what it seemed. “Why Chile you done gone and stepped innit. Look atchoo knowin how ta ax what ya need wif out steppin on toes."
Cheryl smiled looking after Del and shook her head as he had never asked. Though she knew he had an inkling in her heart of hearts. ' Dat one dere he done know though he feel it when he need a recharge a sorts.'
She shook her head looking after his departure realizing she’d not answered in full and not wanting to be rude she bowed in a half curtsy “Names Cherry da morning and night once matron to house fangdanglia of the lower kingdom of leaves and ash.” She said the hole of her title with some flourish and her southern drawl lending it an elegance most wouldn’t catch. Though she smiled there was a hint of sadness for things lost. It was as it was and nothing she could do about it save what she was doing. She’d lived a long life by mortal standards as all of her family had though short by Arcadian standards and knew soon enough she wouldn’t be her to help.
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Post by Matthew Gregory on Feb 20, 2016 21:08:45 GMT
Matt looked from Moni to Cheryl and sat. Something was going on and he’d hate to shoot the big woman but he would in a heart beat. When it came to the hiddien preternatuaral in everyday he’d learned it was better to shoot first more times than not. And yes he gave Vincent a little shit about shooting but only as he tended to shoot first last and often. Preternatural or not. He wasn’t sure what all the names were about but he recognized Fangdanglia as one of the houses of nobles from the Arcadian course every RPIT officers had to take. She didn’t look like any known nobles of the house which meant she was part of the household. But as far as he knew that should have been an impossibility as she was as human at least on the surface as he was. He hadn’t felt any glamour or anything.
All the good food in the world was not enough to make him not begin to hate New Orleans. Everybody and their momma was magical, mystical, or filled with mumbo-jumbo. No wonder Vincent was so shoot heavy. Though according to his mama he was mystical magical as well. He had never wanted to get to a funeral sooner. It was a sobering realization one answered like a prayer as Vincent was coming out of the restroom dressed and ready. “Alrigh Mo its your turn lets get going I can’t wait to get to the drinking and remembering portion of the evening so we can board our plane home."
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Post by Monica Davis on Feb 21, 2016 18:02:55 GMT
" it's a pleasure to meet you then mam I. Have no such titles but I m sure by my behaviour that you can tell I'm just a shade more than normal. I had a co worker give me a honorary title but I was never sure it was actually a thing. Lady monica of the house davis seer of nature and protector of those who sit in two worlds"
She chuckled softly " sounds like aot to put on a business card."
Seeing mat she gave him a very pointed stand down look it wouldn't do to shoot dels kin especially as he'd trusted them enough to bring them here. Taking a breath when he returned she nodded " I am going trust me"
Taking her things she scooted in locked the door stripped to unders and took a quick wipe down getting rid of grime and sweat. Air drying some she started her face then wiggled into hose and skirt. The button down was next and tucked belting it with the shiny black leather and holster. Jacket with rank and badge on last and just fixing her hair as samuel responded. She read it and was releaved answering back then shutting off her cell.
Hair smoothed and pinned she would put the hat and gloves on in the car so the pristine white wouldn't smudge. Setting her face packing back up lipstick on in a nude shade. Pumps adorned then out she came feeling a bit better but still peeking at the woman off handed.
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Post by Delaine Astin Vincent on Feb 22, 2016 23:22:00 GMT
The ride to the funeral was uneventful there was a calmness that had fallen over Gregory and Monica. He was a little pleased as punch himself. He was always that way once having spent time with old friends though Cheryl was more than a friend she was a second mother to him. It was weird how many children she’d saved over the years turned them to the better versions of themselves. She even taught them various trade skills. It was one of the reasons he could cook like a dervish even sew more than a bit.
His glad fullness dissipated as they neared the church. He would be expected to give a speech and hadn’t really prepared one. He could speechify with the best of them but some of the men wounded and injured he didn’t know . He didn’t feel as if this moment would be the right situation to dazzle them bull. Stating the obvious as he eased into a parking spot out of the way he said “Well we’re here.” There was no joy of arrival in his voice. He hated funerals. Despised them which is why he always went. It was his penance.
He wasn’t sure why Gregory and Moni didn’t try to get out of the duty but he was sure they were of closer mind than either would know without conversations.
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Post by Monica Davis on Feb 23, 2016 22:05:13 GMT
Even though these hadn't been her men she'd lead them at a point and because of that she felt she should be here it could have been any of them tho her or mat would have been shiped home. She nodded quiet and slipped from the car.
They had asked del to speak and her to as well she didnt do writing and would go from her gut. She filed in with them to the old stone edifice that looked like it might belong on some Hollywood backlot out side. Inside was surprisingly warm and old wood. Almost inviting it sent a chill through her as aura flared and ghosts floated just out of sight.
Swallowing thickly the air flavored with incense and sadness.faces somber she walked steadily to the reserved seats for those speaking or close friends. Also seated near were high ranking officials like the department heads and mayor. Speaking softly when adressed then smoothing the bottom of her skirt and sitting ankles crossed like a proper lady. What ever that meant waiting for it to start.
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Post by Delaine Astin Vincent on Mar 2, 2016 12:02:16 GMT
Del went when called to the podium instead of the raised pulpit where in his head only the ordained should ever speak from. That was one of the many things that marked him different from the several nearly endless string of speakers thus far. He wasn’t a bureaucrat. Even as head of the local RPIT he was a man of the street. In his heart he was a beat cop though his beat was the whole city itself. He looked at the stack of note cards he’d been trying to compose a speech from sense they’d arrived. He looked from them out into the sea of faces catching sight of Monica and Gregory. He sighed clearing his throat swallowing his accent as he did. Looking at the cards he dropped them into the wastebasket near at hand. Resting both hands on the sides of the podium he lowered his head raising it once more. Speaking loud and clearly his voice echoing off the stone walls of the church he began.
“Its a true honor to be here, standing before you. To have that gift that ability to shine a light on the lives lost and their donation to the continued standing of us here. Although I have been Lieutenant of New Orleans RPIT for only a short while, I feel I have worked in law enforcement most of my life. If I were to serve for one hundred years more, it would be proof that there is no greater burden nor greater honor than to bear the loss of a friend, a colleague, or a loved one in service to our greatness as a culture, as a society, and as a people.
We here in the Yat are renowned for our funerals. Or at least part of our Funerals. We are an old city at heart and what everyone remembers us for are the jazz bands that play such upbeat happy music for our dead. We let the good times roll.
That’s what everyone thinks. That’s what the world sees. While that is true. That is only half the tale at best. We mourn deeper than the sea and shed our tears to water the seeds that are the lives of our lost loved ones. We mourn like no one’s business. But then we party so that those who have gone home will know that as they cannot go on living here with us we will now live for them. And in this case because of them.
Today, we carve these fallen warrior’s names to the walls of our hearts carrying them with us from this hallowed ground into the future of us. They and we are forever bound together by an unbreakable bond of valor. They each gave, as Lincoln said, the “last full measure of devotion” to the ideals we love so dearly. Though there is no speech or ceremony that can ease our pain, no tribute or salute, tonight we join together in a solemnity to honor their courage and to fill our hearts with our gratitude.
Though we grieve, we reject despair.
Unlike most other careers, officers in law enforcement know that they might one day be called upon to lay down their lives in the call of duty. Those we honor made that choice willingly. Indeed, they embraced it. And, that is why their ultimate sacrifice means so much. They served and sacrificed for a purpose far greater than themselves. I can think of no truer definition of a hero.
For all of those here tonight who answer the call to keep our country safe, you know that every kiss, every hug, every visit, means a little bit more. So, honor the lives of your fallen colleagues by giving as much of yourself to your loved ones as you give every day in service to your country. We all know that without their love and support, our service would not be possible. Family is everything.
No one can argue that, no one would. Family is everything and these brave men and women are family as are all of you. Let us never forget that family is not only those who share our blood. It is those who share our lives, those we share our lives, love and days with. Family is Everything. We are all family…
May God bless you and the men and women who have given their lives in service to our nation. Thank you.”
Leaving the podium, he sat quickly avoiding as much of the glad-handing and backslapping as he could. He’d spoken honestly truly and did not wish to be congratulated for saying what he felt everyone was feeling.
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Post by Monica Davis on Mar 7, 2016 2:52:39 GMT
Dels word had her tearing up and she also got just a hair light headed as every aura in the room swirled with streaks of somber shades of orange the color she associated with loss or sadness. It was accompanied by the smell of posey and lily so strong she swayed on her heels only to be propped up by a concerned matt. He wordlessly asked if she was ok and she nodded and shielded down hard. it was almost painful but if she didnt when she was up there she would face plant ad look over dramatic. Trying to focus on the words she needed to be able to convey.
When her turn came she head high steady leg strode to the same place del had but because she didnt trust trying to climb anything but a curb with how she felt. Composing herself she took off her hat and set it to the side carefully looking at the faces each a mirror looking back any of them could have been in the boxes behind her and that chilled her every time." I cannot be the great orator that our lt vincent has been and I only knew most of the men and women who I met at the convention briefly but I had the sincere honor of leading them into battle. That is what we do every day battle for the streets we walk to make them a better more kind place to those caught in it.
We don our guns and cuffs kiss our loved ones goodbye and go off to fight the good fight..but in honesty what makes it good? What about this situation in which we now sit is good?...they all knew as we all know that most days you come home tired unthanked but alive but all it takes is one perp to get a lucky shot in or a wrong place at the wrong time. So as I stand here and look at you all I can say yes they were brave and wonderful and will be remembered fondly but you already know that you've already heard it tonight.. but what you didnt hear is for the lives thy laid down many more of us were spared and through us more will be. their sacrifice made it so others went home that evening and will keep going home for a long while to come hopefully. So as we raise our glasses and voices and spill several drinks to our lost tonight and in days to come know that while I would have preferred no loss of life that day I know those we did loose knew the risk and still went in swinging and I was proud to have known them and been at their back."
She took her hat put it on turned sapped off her salutes to each coffin then walked just making it to her chair with out crumbling. Wishing like hell samuel could have been there to make it ok.
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Post by Matthew Gregory on Mar 8, 2016 2:18:17 GMT
Like everyone gathered Matt sat through the string of numbing mediocrity of the politicians as they spoke about the debts the city owed the fallen, how sorry they were and how the honored were owed a debt no one could repay. It was insulting and has he stared his mind miles away back home in the Apple he knew he wasn’t the only one finding the insult of these pencil pushers by choice extolling the virtues of sacrifice. Many who it seemed the only thing they’d ever sacrificed was their own self-respect. He doubted any of them had ever walked a beat.
Sighing he looked forward to the end of the pomp so they could begin the process of leaving. As Vincent stepped to the podium instead of the pulpit he could feel a subtle change in the very air. Vincent not only had rallied the troops he’d been boots on the ground. It was clear that the men and women gathered knew as much. There was a finally feeling falling over the crowd. Vincent stood and spoke and he could feel the shift in the audience. He looked to Monica and she nodded the affirmative she was okay and the crowd was wholly invested.
Vincent’s speech galvanized the officers present as well as the civilians he wasn’t sure how but it was obvious to anyone with eyes. Then Moni was asked to speak and she went to the podium as well. It was a moment of magic. All eyes were on her he could feel that Vincent had caught the stardust and woven a spell. Moni cemented it into crystal clarity he would never have been able to do what was done by these two and yet he saw the strain it placed on them both. He wasn’t sure how much anyone else saw but he caught the frayed edges of Moni as she spoke her voice as strong and clear as Vincent’s but striking all the chords that Vincent hadn’t.
He caught the tremor in her as she saluted. He was on his feet and caught Vincent rise as well. They wouldn’t either of them weaken her in public by running to her aide but both wanted to. As she made her way away from the podium they were both there. Helping her through the crowd. It was done so surreptitiously it wasn’t until they were outside in the air that anyone caught on that they were a few short steps from making a clean get away.
Matt knew whatever was affecting her was inside so he’d made the decision to get her outside for a second. He wasn’t sure how Vincent caught on but he was there lockstep all the way. Moni he as sure just didn’t want to cause a scene and went with it.
Outside the air was as cool as it seemed to ever get in New Orleans and the sky was clouded yet somehow didn’t threaten a real storm. He didn’t ask how she was doing simply waiting out the pomp. Any second the brass would exit followed by the caskets of the fallen. Even as one of the officers wouldn’t be interred they would all be marched to the cemetery and the internment would take place for those to be buried here. He wasn’t sure he let alone Moni would make it that far but he would give a go if she would. Otherwise he would simply rendezvous with everyone back at the cop bar for the repast.
Looking form one to the other he asked without voicing where to next?
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