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[h3][color=662d91][i][b]Alexander Polawski[/b][/i][/color][/h3][i][b][color=662d91]Location:[/color][/b][/i] Graveyard
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	While Alexander himself had little more to say than his brief farewell with Lola, others clearly had more to get of their chests. He didn't mind, and why should he? It was still saddening to hear the others he still knew little about, hear them talk about the souls resting at his very feet. While they spoke, Alexander would silently look at those people and those graves respectively, knowing this was the respectful way. Been there, done that before. He had lost count on how many funerals of soldiers KIA he'd attended, people and units he'd never heard of. But they were all brothers in arms, and the same applied to these people. 

	After Amelia had said farewell earlier, it was Ash's turn speaking of Ryan and James in differing substance. At least the James name rang a bell in Alexander's mind, mostly reinforced by Thalia's reaction to him way back when they all first stumbled upon eachother. While he himself didn't know the man, the story Ash related made an impression on old Mugsy, the tears that had gently dripped earlier continuing to come. It was a brilliantly ridiculous one that mirrored the shows on TV James had apparenly hailed from, and the crazy tales ol' Mugsy had both partaken in and heard of in 'Nam. It was a man he sure would have liked to know, yet now all he could do was to pray for his soul. 

	Thalia had less to say about Lola, though the impact was none the less one of a great lady. A crazy TANK-driving Kiwi who wanted to drink tea, but a great one. Died with a song on her lips, how poetic. Alexander knew she was the closest one to Lola and been for a some time, letting her speak what little she said. He had said his part, there was little else to do. Finally she would get a date on her grave and her full name. She would be missed too, that crazy Kiwi. 

	Alexander gave a look over to Manny who he saw mouthed something quietly, nodding in silence at whatever was said. He assumed it was something akin to the many thanks and farewells the rest of them had given. A silent nod and a brief smile, Alexander knew Manny hadn't met most of these people, the last one only for a living moment. Still, Alexander appriciated Manny coming along. He was a good man, the best dentist on this side of the world. 

	Then there was not much left to say. Atticus gave them a few more minutes to bid farewell to their lost ones. Alexander was left standing alone for himself, shotgun pointed down to the ground and his eyes lifted up to one of the trees occupying the cemetery. He wondered…where would he be laid to rest when his time came, and would he be fit to return to the arms of his Lord when the time was right? And would they be there, all of them? 

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[h3][color=B8860B][i][b]Nigel Cooper[/b][/i][/color][/h3][i][b][color=B8860B]Location:[/color][/b][/i] Hydroponic Garden (T)
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	The gentle breeze of Amphitrite was not to last forever, like all good things were to pass. In an instant, while Thana enlighted him on the current issues of the wicked barbarians living beyond their protective walls, the breeze that had cooled the greenhouse ceased to blow. Nigel felt the halting of the air like a rock thrown at his head and shoulders, weighing him down once again with the unbareable heat he was yet to grown used to. 

	Wiping his forehead for the beads of sweat once again, Nigel continued to listen to Thana and what she had to say about the so-called Bayou people. Ferals, Mad Max, Waterworld, references to movies he knew he'd seen and perhaps would want to see again. At least those with Kevin Costner, though preferable as Robin Hood. [color=#B8860B]"They don't sound like the sorts you want integrated into your camp, do they?"[/color] Nigel commented through himself changing into his last pair of clothes and shoes like Thana, though wondering why they bothered if they were to work inside the greenhouse in that heat. 

	Thankfully Thana recived the divine wisdom of Athena to withdraw from the infernal forges of Mars, much to Nigel's joy. With a tired smile and an untrained salute, Nigel followed Thana outside into the lesser evil humid heat. [color=#B8860B]"Yes ma'am, not going to ask twice for that."[/color] He replied, though noting her trailing off and closing her eyes when talking about Eden. Eden, that wretched place of devils he had heard about. Nigel was still curious as to how bad the place had been, though the look on Thana's face told the Roman teacher to let it be. [color=#B8860B]"Hey, Athena, let's go get that paperwork done. I'll show you I know how to wield a pen like a sword. Come."[/color] Nigel tried to distract her from whatever she was thinking, awkwardly laying his sweaty hand on her shoulder, not knowing what to do. He was a neo-Roman, not a well-trained Greek diplomat for Jupiter's sake!