Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-3991308-20150610014148/@comment-3991308-20150610072756

"My future grave is literally outside my house," Icarus had said when Airmid approached him a week before the planned meeting. "This is the worst idea I've ever heard. Isn't it rubbing our future deaths in our face? Like, hey, yes, this is your future grave. Have fun looking at it. kthxbai"

Airmid shrugged. "Isn't this whole group designed to remind us of imminent doom?"

"Yeah, well, no. You're just emphasising that all the generations before us never escaped their destiny."

"True. But Juniper, you got to realise that you have the privilege of personally knowing your precursor, since that dude's still alive. And, thus, you have the privilege of feeling better connected to your destiny and a better idea of your identity. You think the others are in the same situation? Have you ever stopped for a minute to not think about yourself since your death is so different compared to everyone else?"

Icarus arched an eyebrow. "Are you thinking about the rest of Dead Epics, though?"

"No."

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The idea of visiting the graves of the previous generation went ahead anyway. Airmid managed to get a mirror portal set in the room specifically for this session, and Icarus just awkwardly hung around, playing a slow waltz on the room's piano, as she sent it up.

"I still think this is a bad idea," Icarus said.

"Oh, shush. People are coming soon. You did send them a mass-text warning them of this, right?"

Icarus suddenly lifted his hands off the piano. "Sh–" he was immediately cut off by the sound of a door opening.