Saint Joseph School

((Not much to say... memorial to scout in the quad. leave flowers and reminisce and stuff))

Rin walked out of the infirmary. His mind swirling and throbbing from the ton of current events that had been revealed to him since his return...

Esh... Eric... Scout...

It was too much. And he couldnt do anything about it...

On a rooftop in Steel Canyon he got a comm message from Frosty, asking if he could make a memorial for the late scout...

Back in the school gates Rin walked over to the wingra tree and plopped down in the grass...

For almost an hour he just sat there... saying nothing... trying his hardest to think of nothing.

Then just slighty, just a few inches he raised a hand. Palm up, and the ground began to rumble. The earth began to rise in front of him and first dirt... then clay, then small rocks, then coal. Then a pure diamond... 10 feet high... 5 feet wide rose out of the ground.

Dirty and uncut, Rin flicked his finger and the sediment fell from the giant gem.

Then with a snap of his fingers, the diamond began to cut itself... shaping and reforming into a perfect crystalline statue.

A statue of Simian Scout.

Rin set the statue down next to the Wingra tree, in the shade, picked a flower from a nearby garden, and laid it at the base.

He blinked and an inscription began to write itself into the base of the crystal.


FOR SIMIAN SCOUT.
HERO CLASSMATE FRIEND.


Rin stared at the statue for a few more seconds. Then walked away...

In the dead of night between watches, when eyes both young and old are closed in slumber, the gentle chirping of crickets is joined in flawless harmony by the subtle rush of a breeze and the fall of chill rain. These sounds of nature mask well the tinny crash and displacement of air that accompany teleportation, instantaneous point to point transport. Both the arrival of a body, and its departure.
With the coming of dawn and the first wanderings of early risers, an object can be seen at the foot of the statue. Flat, round, and metallic, it is the size of a saucer. On both sides it has been enameled royal blue, with a forward facing white fist emblazoned in the middle. No sign of the donor remains on the grounds, but the faintest yellowish-green glow can be seen around the medallion, an aura that flickers briefly, then vanishes entirely.

Kris came back to the Wingra Tree. Wingra, Lycia, and now Scout were memorialized here. So many friends leaving. It seemed turmoil was everywhere. Shaking her head, the redhead removed three lilies for Scout, placing them at the foot of the statue.

"So long buddy," she said, her voice catching. "I'm sorry I wasn't there to save you in your hour of need. May you find peace, wherever it is that your soul goes. You ins- inspired us. Thank you, ya big ole chunky monkey."

Biting back the tears, she turned to the Wingra Tree.

"I know I never met ya, but, you've inspired others to do selfless and great things. So, I brought you these," she said to the tree, placing three more lillies at the base of the tree, then turned to Lycia's memorial.

"I hardly ever see you anymore, girl! I guess the whole spirit thing is really busy work," Kris smiled and nodded. "You are really awesome, and always inspired me to never give up. AND, I'm not involved in much drama, these days. So, yay me, because of you! The rest of the dozen is yours, Lish. Be good, and good at what you do, huh? Maybe if we're lucky, I'll bump into you again, and show you how much tougher and grown up I am!"

She nodded, then went back to scout's memorial. Kissing her fingertips, she pressed them to the statue's chest and smiled. After a few quiet moments, the girl turned and walked back to Q5.