050311 -- Eulogy
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memorialrainbowThe Great Hall was silent as the newcomer walked into the room.
He walked with a nervous jaunt, his paws clenched, as he strode through the hall and toward the front of the room. Every eye was on him and his strange outfit -- grey pants with a hole for his tail, brown wraparound shirt that looked an awful lot like a robe, the red scrap of fabric around his neck. He stopped in front of the great tapestry on the wall. Turned around. Folded his paws in front of him. Opened his strange, blue eyes. Began.
"None of you know who I am. That I am certain of. And I'm not even sure I know who you all are. But I know that there is one common thread connecting us. That thread, as you all know, is no longer with us. I do apologize that I am horribly late to this party --"
A voice spoke up, from the front. "My dear, his accent is certainly not from these parts!"
"American," the figure up front said. "I'm from a town called Reverie in White Water, off the shore of New York City. It doesn't surprise me that it's unfamiliar to you. Just...hear me out, okay? This is important." The hall was quiet again, all eyes on this mysterious blue-eyed stranger.
He continued. "As I have figured, today you have come for your spring celebration. You will probably drink too much ale, the Dibbuns will probably get into trouble, and somebeast will undoubtedly burn his or her mouth on hotroot soup. And you will tell the story of this place's founders, who defeated a tyrannical empress to save this land. This building was built on her castle.
He looked up at the tapestry. "I know the same story. In fact, I once fought for the same ideals. My origins were yours, although our creators were different. They changed over the years, as my creator's ideals changed. But like any good character, I stayed true to her, until the very end. Since her death, I have been asleep, waiting for a time when somebody else would take up her pen and bring me back to life. It is possible that time is now. But I do not know for sure.
"This mouse who is pictured on this tapestry was not born, or made, in the way you figure in your legends. His existence was written into being by a man -- your God, so to say. He created this world -- this abbey, this hall, this tapestry, and every single one of you, as well. I am aware that you do not comprehend what I am saying. I'm okay with that.
"Your creator -- a man you barely knew -- was a man of many talents. You know what they say about sailors: once you find the sea, you never really leave. He wrote of the sea for those who could not see it. He made worlds come to life. Those who heard these words were impacted by them, and lives were changed. Sure, this man is dead now, but no matter what forest of eternity you believe in, he lives on through his words and through the people he has impacted with those words.
"The girl who brought me here reminds me of my own creator. Sure, she did not create me. But her own characters never stopped traveling. The prophetess who goes to San Francisco on a mission. The mute boy who travels from town to town, looking for home. The kids on their airship. Even the missionary girl who gets lost in Mexico City. These places, these circumstances, may not make sense to you. But they make sense to us, and that is all that matters.
"I have come here to deliver this eulogy, that this girl has written. Now that I have delivered it, I can only wonder what the future holds...not only for me, but for you as well."
He smiled, his purpose done, and walked back out of the Great Hall, through the big doors. He didn't stop for anybody else Waiting outside was somebody else -- a human. The mysterious being sighed. "Well, Racer, I did it."
Racer smiled as he tightened his scarf and wrapped his arm around the creature. "Oh, come on. You did what no human or no coaster could ever do. You delivered Stardust's eulogy. For that, she is very thankful."
The creature looked at his hind paws. "Oh, I didn't do anything. I don't even know this Stardust you speak of."
"Yeah, you do. And she hasn't forgotten you. In fact, I've taken your name. Twice." Racer pulls out something the other hasn't seen before: a blue jean jacket, old, tattered, with holes. "You might recognize this."
The creature takes the coat from Racer, his blue eyes in moderate shock. A smile comes to his face as he looks the coat over. "It's been a while."
Five bucks to the first person who can tell me what character delivered my eulogy.
He walked with a nervous jaunt, his paws clenched, as he strode through the hall and toward the front of the room. Every eye was on him and his strange outfit -- grey pants with a hole for his tail, brown wraparound shirt that looked an awful lot like a robe, the red scrap of fabric around his neck. He stopped in front of the great tapestry on the wall. Turned around. Folded his paws in front of him. Opened his strange, blue eyes. Began.
"None of you know who I am. That I am certain of. And I'm not even sure I know who you all are. But I know that there is one common thread connecting us. That thread, as you all know, is no longer with us. I do apologize that I am horribly late to this party --"
A voice spoke up, from the front. "My dear, his accent is certainly not from these parts!"
"American," the figure up front said. "I'm from a town called Reverie in White Water, off the shore of New York City. It doesn't surprise me that it's unfamiliar to you. Just...hear me out, okay? This is important." The hall was quiet again, all eyes on this mysterious blue-eyed stranger.
He continued. "As I have figured, today you have come for your spring celebration. You will probably drink too much ale, the Dibbuns will probably get into trouble, and somebeast will undoubtedly burn his or her mouth on hotroot soup. And you will tell the story of this place's founders, who defeated a tyrannical empress to save this land. This building was built on her castle.
He looked up at the tapestry. "I know the same story. In fact, I once fought for the same ideals. My origins were yours, although our creators were different. They changed over the years, as my creator's ideals changed. But like any good character, I stayed true to her, until the very end. Since her death, I have been asleep, waiting for a time when somebody else would take up her pen and bring me back to life. It is possible that time is now. But I do not know for sure.
"This mouse who is pictured on this tapestry was not born, or made, in the way you figure in your legends. His existence was written into being by a man -- your God, so to say. He created this world -- this abbey, this hall, this tapestry, and every single one of you, as well. I am aware that you do not comprehend what I am saying. I'm okay with that.
"Your creator -- a man you barely knew -- was a man of many talents. You know what they say about sailors: once you find the sea, you never really leave. He wrote of the sea for those who could not see it. He made worlds come to life. Those who heard these words were impacted by them, and lives were changed. Sure, this man is dead now, but no matter what forest of eternity you believe in, he lives on through his words and through the people he has impacted with those words.
"The girl who brought me here reminds me of my own creator. Sure, she did not create me. But her own characters never stopped traveling. The prophetess who goes to San Francisco on a mission. The mute boy who travels from town to town, looking for home. The kids on their airship. Even the missionary girl who gets lost in Mexico City. These places, these circumstances, may not make sense to you. But they make sense to us, and that is all that matters.
"I have come here to deliver this eulogy, that this girl has written. Now that I have delivered it, I can only wonder what the future holds...not only for me, but for you as well."
He smiled, his purpose done, and walked back out of the Great Hall, through the big doors. He didn't stop for anybody else Waiting outside was somebody else -- a human. The mysterious being sighed. "Well, Racer, I did it."
Racer smiled as he tightened his scarf and wrapped his arm around the creature. "Oh, come on. You did what no human or no coaster could ever do. You delivered Stardust's eulogy. For that, she is very thankful."
The creature looked at his hind paws. "Oh, I didn't do anything. I don't even know this Stardust you speak of."
"Yeah, you do. And she hasn't forgotten you. In fact, I've taken your name. Twice." Racer pulls out something the other hasn't seen before: a blue jean jacket, old, tattered, with holes. "You might recognize this."
The creature takes the coat from Racer, his blue eyes in moderate shock. A smile comes to his face as he looks the coat over. "It's been a while."
Five bucks to the first person who can tell me what character delivered my eulogy.
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Date: 2011-06-03 05:42 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-06-03 05:52 am (UTC)A note that you might have missed -- Racer says he's borrowed Rocket's name twice. This would be when he played Mortimer Caliar in the same name, borrowing the Caliar name, and then he actually borrowed Rocket's full name in Makani. Rocket's full name is Radillon RaChe Semicircla; Racer plays Radillon "Raddie" Slabado in Makani.