A chill wind blew through the graveyard today, heralding the coming autumn as plainly as the edges of red and gold on many of the leaves. Still, there was a while yet before the inevitable fall of leaves, the frost, and then the snows. It was at least a sunny day as a small group of people dressed in black were congregated around a simple black casket beside a neat and freshly-dug grave. A plain and forlorn headstone sat at one end of the grave, marking it as the final resting place of James Cobain. A white cloud passed over the sun as an older man in the vestments of a priest began to speak in a quiet tone. "Our heavenly father, on this day we send into your care a kind soul, a son, a father, and a friend. Please accept James to your house and treat him as he treated those dear to him. He shall be missed in this life, but we know that in Your Providence he will await those he loves in the next. Amen."
"There's.. there's.. a lot of angry things I want to say to you James, if that even is your name," she glared at the coffin, as she clenched her hands around a handkerchief, already soaked with her tears. "I'm angry since I can't see you again, I'm angry since you left me here alone, and most of all, I'm angry we only got so much time together." She now burst into tears, putting her hands hands to her face as her eyes got more and more puffy/red as she cried and cried. Remaining in this hiccuping and heaving state for awhile, she'd just cry and cry, until comfort came to her.
Comfort came in a large hand on her shoulder; it was odd to see the monstrous man clad in a tuxedo; rather funny were it not for the stern face and knowledge that a good friend had died. And for what? Likely money- but who knows. "There, there… ", his rumbling baritone settles into a soft sigh. He'd been to more than one funeral- more than one of his friends, lovers, and pals had died in his lifetime. It still didn't mean he didn't grieve. "James… When I find the son of a whore who did this I'm going to break him.", he shudders a low sigh before turning and looking out over what crowd there was…
Or wasn't. He didn't really care. "Lacie, cry all you want- he was yours. And it's good to cry. But I have no more tears to shed.", and with that he'd go to take a seat- to watch the proceedings. After all, he didn't want to leave Lacie alone like this. Poor girl…
Standing near a tree away from the funeral itself Alex watched the ceremony quietly, when Lacie breaks down he says to himself "I should have been there… not sure if my powers could have saved you, but I should have been there for you. I wasn't there for you and now you're gone…" he stays standing there watching and blaming himself at James' death, after all he did organize the concert.
The goddess of thunder had arrived as well, also having been at the concert as well even though nobody seemed to have seen her. Dressed, as always, in her armored attire and with her mighty hammer sheathed through the leather loop on her belt, she didn't seem really to fit in here among all the blackness and sad faces. Mostly because she didn't quite get the whole 'funerals are sad' thing coming from the culture she did, where everybody got drunk and had sex after a person died and then set the body alight. In fact she was a little confused that they were burying Jimmy since she was pretty sure his gods preferred bodies to be burned as well, but it'd been quite a while since she'd bothered to look into that. But, always polite and gracious, the towering redhead didn't say anything untoward about all this nor did she try and thrust her way forward to comfort Lacie whom she knew pretty much just from meeting her once or twice, and one of those times she'd been stark naked. Just thinking back on that made her casually begin to check out how well the newswoman's outfit was hugging her shapely body and the thundress tried to estimate how long it would be before she could offer herself for 'comfort' to the bereaved woman. Then that made her think of James and she frowned sadly to herself, shaking her head at the tragic turn of events which had stopped him from singing her praises even after she'd held up her end of the bargain and not nay-say'ed the Grecian pantheon. Life was so unfair. Maybe she could get some strings pulled and have him brought to Bilskirnir to sing songs around the hall to all the Vikings residing there with her; that might be enough. Of course all those guys had left Valhalla itself to serve the mighty Thora, so it wasn't like they needed reminding how amazing she was. She sighed deeply over her loss and pursed her lips as she gazes over the headstone, wondering if there was even going to be a buffet after this was all said and done.
*Sasha would arrive at the graves, a hand moving to Lacie's shoulder to support her a soft frown "I'm sorry" Sasha then remained silence as she mourned the man, she didn't know him much, but he was a good man at least.
SErah and Cindy watch tthe coffin silently. They wasn't sure what to say to Jame's spirit. THey didn't know him for that long before the event happened. They just met him a week or so beforehand. Yet, both Serah and Cindy had sadness in their eyes. Especially Serah. She had outlived all her lovers, and her children, and her children's children, and so on and so forth. It was a curse to live longer then you're suppose to. Yet, whenever Serah looked at the coffin, she is reminded that the cost of living so long is a sadness that doesn't go away. Serah finally burst into tears, unable to hold the dark deep feelings back anymore. Cindy turns to her and hugs her sweet Serah. Cindy looked as though she wanted to cry, but couldn't. For reasons unknown to her, she just couldn't cry in public.
"James… " Serah whispers sadly. 'Why did you have to leave this world so soon….?"
