Funeral ;_;

Head bowed, Bee stepped forward, holding a single rose to her chest. Rain splattered across the grass, and all over Bee's black dress.

All her Bad guys were behind her, also wearing all black.

They all faced a single tombstone, with a name and date printed across it.

R.I.P.

Michael Jackson

June 25th, in the afternoon or so, 2009.

The other bad guys were unsure if they were to mourn with Bee or not, but they guessed that he had come up with one of the only decent songs of Bad guy world; Thriller.
May he rest in peace. She murmured.

Bee took a deep breath, and turned.

"While we're mourning for one of the greatest singing legends in the world..." She said to the crowd of bad guys, that possibly Kiwi's and Curly's and Bether's were mixed in if they actually came in the roleplay. "Since I know all you bad guys have no hearts and probably don't mourn for the great MJ, let us each come forward and say at least one person we weep for.

You have to, or I'm going to kick your butt. Just say what you would have liked to have them hear, because in this special spot in the Dark Forest, some say they can hear you. And will speak back to you in your mind."

All the bad guys began brainstorming who they did mourn.

((YES this is a depressing roleplay, but I miss him. ;_; ))

Bee nodded towards Dick first, he stepped forward in a drenched tux. He walked to the tombstone, running his arm across his eyes. You couldn't tell if he was getting the rain out of his eyes, or actually tearing up a bit. Dick really wasn't one for tears, though.

He set down the flower Bee had handed out to him earlier. "Mom, I miss you." He murmured, hoping the other Bad guys hadn't heard that.

-in Bad Guy underworld-

A black fox smiled in pure happiness. When Bad guys died, sometimes their souls became at peace. "Thank you." She murmured. "Your father really didn't mean to kill me, it's just he couldn't control his rash ways. I appreciate the way you've been keeping yourself at bay, and your wife is beautiful. I'm proud of you."

-back-

Dick jumped backwards in shock at hearing his own mother's voice in his head.

Kiwi was having the tears flow silently down her face. She wore a long-sleeved black dress with black sneakers.

Erika, in a black spaghetti strap dress, walked up after Dick and put a normal rose on the grave of Michael Jackson. She thought, then said:

"Max. I miss you. Forgive me."

Nobody understood that, secretly, Erika was mourning for her childhood best friend. When she'd turned eleven, she'd gotten in an arguement with her best friend, Max, and accidentally burned him alive, not being in control of her powers. She'd never forgiven herself.

-In Erika's Mind-

Suddenly, against the tree, a leopard cub leaned against the tree. Well, he wasn't really a cub, but he wasn't an adult either - he looked about eleven.

"Thanks, Erika. And, of course I forgive you, you idiot. I would've killed you for a Klondike bar."

That was their way of joking, showing friendship: teasing and insulting each other.

"But, yeah, I forgive you. Guess I've missed you too. And, I like the way you haven't burned anybody else to a crisp in twelve years - well, not on purpose."

He smiled at Erika. "You look nice. Live long and prosper. And, when your time comes when you join me, you are so going down." He waved, and then he was gone.

-Back in Reality-

Erika's eyes widened. Then, she looked like she would have smiled, and she snapped her fingers, and the rose she'd put on MJ's grave was set on fire, but in a respectful way.

Bee looked at L-Fang next, who was wearing a tube top long dress. She placed her flower on the grave.

She sighed. "Embire, why didn't you stay longer?" She muttered.

A lone boney finger tapped her shoulder.

"I'm not dead."

L-Fang's eyes bursted open with a startled shriek, when she realized she had just imagined that.

Or... had she?.

"Just kidding. You always did take things too seriously."

L-Fang walked back to the crowd, a little embarrassed that she had screamed.

Phoebe walked up, in a knee-length black halter dress. She set her flower next to the others.

She sighed, her face unbelievably sad. She had two people she needed to talk to, not just one.

She whispered so silently, nobody would hear her. "Mom. You died before I could know you. You were a good guy, and I know I'm evil, but I love you and miss you and I hope your proud of me.

"And Grams - you raised me and Piper and Prue and Paige, all on your own. You chased off Dad because he didn't want us to be magical - kudos to you. And you were good too, but I love you more than anything - your right up there with Mom on my list of importance. I miss you guys."

"Hello, Phoebe." Suddenly, there was a tall, young woman with long red hair, her arm wrapped around a shorter, older woman with a more serious face and darker red hair.

"We've missed you so much! And Piper too. You were only two and a half when I drowned. I never got to know you, but I've watched you grow. I've always loved you. And, honey, even thought your evil, I'll always be proud of you." Patty looked at her daughter with loving eyes.

The older woman, Grams, snorted. "Of course you will, Patty. Well, Phoebe, you sure have screwed things up. The Halliwell witches are supposed to be extremely powerful good witches, not evil witches. What are you thinking? And, to make this even worse, you turned Piper and Paige evil too. Prue's the only one who's still good."

Phoebe stiffened. Prue was still alive?

"But, Phoebe, though you may have messed things up for the next few generations, I still love you. And, if you'd been good, I'd've been proud of the magic you've done. But, since you're evil, you'll just have to deal with my blessing." Grams crossed her arms.

Phoebe smiled. Grams wasn't being mean - that was just her sense of humor, and how she looked at life.

"Love you, Phoebe." Patty smiled at the daughter she never knew.

"I love you too, Phoebe," Grams said, sparing her granddaughter a smile.

Then, they were gone.

Emerald stepped forward.

She tried to think for a moment of who she missed before putting down her flower.

She didn't miss her mom; who she had killed with her bare hands. No guilt there.

Emerald remembered someone she used to know as a child, though she wasn't very close.

When she put down her rose, instead of seeing her friend, she saw herself standing with Erika and a guy who looked strangely familiar.

"Ah, I look so different now. Don't I, mother?" Said the other Emerald.

The current Emerald didn't realize that she was seeing her old life, that Kiwi and Bee had deleted.

She blinked, then she was back.

"Erika?" She wondered to herself, unsure of what Erika had to do with anything.

((Awesome. I might bring back Jake. I miss him!!!))

It was Venna's turn. She was wearing a black tank top, black jeans, and black fishnet gloves. Probably not very respectful for the dead, but it was pretty good, on Venna's standards.

She pondered who she missed. Not really anybody.

Not her human dad - certaintly not. He'd raised her, but such been a bad father. Never really caring about his demon daughter, who he hadn't known was a demon.

Her mom? Her mom wasn't even dead.

Venna thought about something, then murmured: "Giana. I miss ya lots, babe. I love you."

Then, a girl appeared next to Venna. She looked about six years old, with white blond pigtails, dark blue eyes, and freckles across her nose.

She looked a lot like Venna.

She held a small toy ball in her arms, with a smiley face drawn on it sloppily in Sharpee marker.

"Hi Venna!" she squealed. "I missed you lots too! It's been a whole long years!" As with most six year olds, her grammar was awful.

She glanced at Cole. "You found him!" She smiled widely up at Venna, showing a huge gap where she'd lost her baby top front teeth. "I knew you would! You do that stuff. You're like Superman!"

She ran around in circles with her arms out, like a plane.

Venna's gaze grew soft, loving, and really, really sad as she looked at the little girl, Giana.

Giana slowly stopped. She looked up at Venna. "Well, I miss you, and I love you too, Venna. I gotta go now. Bye-bye!" She leaped into Venna's arms, exactly like so many times before.

For a minute, everything was right.

And then, Giana was gone, and Venna's arms held empty air.

(You should! D; )

Nightmare skipped up, wearing a short tube-top dress that didn't even pass her knees.

She set down her flower. "Embireeeeee~!" She squealed.

Nightmare saw the tall boney figure appear sitting with his legs crossed on the tombstone.

"I get the feeling this is going to be a long night. Are you sure you just miss me? I assure you, I left at the right time." He said, rolling his eyes.

Nightmare's nostrils flared, then she slapped the ghostly being in the cheek, making him fall off his tombstone. "I MISS YOU, YOU STUPID MEATHEAD!!!!" She sceamed.

She only heard him laughing in response, him having been caught off guard.

He stood. "You really have gotten stronger, perhaps one day you will be able to beat dear Liqorice Fang, hm?" He teased. He only really teased like this with Nightmare.

"I CAN KILL HER NOW YOU STUPID DEAD BAG OF BONES!" She yelled, but not in a high-pitched voice. "Miss ya!" With that, she walked away, and Embire disappeared.

Jason and L-Fang glanced warily at each other.

Everybody exchanged awkward glances.

It was Kevin's turn.

He felt a little weird upon putting his flower on the grave. He didn't have anybody who was close to him who died. Upon a recent letter, he knew his sister Camille had moved to Hawaii and married the spirit of Jesse James, which was inhabiting the body of a surfer dude.

His mom was alive and well in Africa, living like any normal, sane, immortally unlucky hyena.

His dad was still paying of his debt in slavery to the troll who cursed them.

His brother - well, Kevin wished he would die.

Kevin thought, then said: "Charlie."

A huge, black German Shepherd dog bounded up, licked Kevin on the face, then disappeared.

Kevin sighed. "Pets." He walked back.

Bee summoned No One to come forth. He walked up, wearing a tux with one hand in his pocket, and one holding a flower.

He looked at the grave to think for a moment, then turned with his flower still in his hand.

"I don't miss anyone." He said.

"You've got to miss SOMEONE." Insisted Bee.

No One sighed, then turned.

"Ummm, I dunno. I guess that sandwich I had the other day was kind of good." He said randomly.

A sandwich appeared on top of the gravestone, did nothing, then disappeared. He walked back.

Dawn's turn. She was wearing a black shirt with elbow-length sleeves, with a black skirt with black leggings underneath it, and black fuzzy boots like this:



If it hadn't been raining, she would've been sweating big time.

She walked up to the grave with a lily. She thought for a moment, then said, "Errr . . . I don't miss anybody. I don't know anybody that died."

Kiwi pondered that. "Like Bee said, you have to miss SOMEBODY."

Dawn thought, then muttered, "Aunt Polly."

The only foster parent she'd ever liked had died in a car crash three months after taking in Dawn.

A tall woman with strawberry blond hair appeared. "Hi Dawn. You seem to be doing good. I see you've found your purpose."

"Um . . . yes?"

Aunt Polly chuckled. "Well, I miss you, Dawnie. And I see you've still got the neighbors' old stray . . . wow." She stared at Spike. "Well, bye!"

She was gone. Dawn put the flower on the grave, and stepped back.

Bee and Kiwi both stepped forward.

"SELEEEEEEEEEEEEEENAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!" They both wailed.