Raphael had felt the disturbance long before Taecelle had arrived. In fact, he had first been alerted to it during his meeting with the grandmaster as she had drawn his gaze to the events far from their seclusion in the snowy mountains. It saddened Raphael that he had not seen Haar since before he had left, longer than a year before was the last time he had laid eyes upon his fellow councillor. And now, his body barely covered by a shoddy, blood stained sheet...the guerney in sight from where Raphael stood, he grimaced slightly at the sight.
Dressed far more like a Jedi than he tended to, in dark grey robes, he bowed his head in acknowledgement as he arrived at the group. He said nothing to the grandmaster or Taecelle, he had heard the orders of the former, and had not seen the latter in over two decades, when he was but a padawan and she would have taken little notice of him. Besides, proper introductions would take place at the inevitable, imminent. convening of the council.
He said nothing to Huang either. He had little to say to any of those gathered. He wanted to scold padawan Nofo, he wanted to welcome Taecelle, he wanted to reminisce with Huang about the great experiences they had had with the fallen master, he wanted to respond and give instructions for what should be done with Haar's body. But he felt it improper to do any of these things, at the very least at that time, except perhaps the last. There was a corpse on a guerney that would need taking to the morgue before funeral arrangements were made with the attendants. An attendant would be out surely, or if not one of the younger Jedi could go and fetch one.
"The grandmaster has much to take care of at the moment, Zolotoy," Raphael replied, "Would you and Mofo mind hurrying along down to the morgue and fetching an attendant who can take the body to be safely stored until an autopsy can be conducted? Thank you," he smiled weakly, in a friendly way at the younger man who had asked the question.
He was about to turn to the discussion with the councillors before he noticed Siri Firestorm. He had met the girl a number of times before, particularly as she had been Haar's padawan. Raphael noticed, though her words were strong, tears stained her cheeks. Emotions were something everybody felt, even Jedi, after all. He leaned towards her and gently put his hand on her shoulder, while the councillors had begun their discussion.
"Haar was a great Jedi, don't feel sorrow for this," he said, softly, comfortingly, "Death is a natural path in life, a step we all must take. So don't regret that he is no longer here, instead celebrate his fine deeds. Don't shed tears for his death, smile for his life."
Dressed far more like a Jedi than he tended to, in dark grey robes, he bowed his head in acknowledgement as he arrived at the group. He said nothing to the grandmaster or Taecelle, he had heard the orders of the former, and had not seen the latter in over two decades, when he was but a padawan and she would have taken little notice of him. Besides, proper introductions would take place at the inevitable, imminent. convening of the council.
He said nothing to Huang either. He had little to say to any of those gathered. He wanted to scold padawan Nofo, he wanted to welcome Taecelle, he wanted to reminisce with Huang about the great experiences they had had with the fallen master, he wanted to respond and give instructions for what should be done with Haar's body. But he felt it improper to do any of these things, at the very least at that time, except perhaps the last. There was a corpse on a guerney that would need taking to the morgue before funeral arrangements were made with the attendants. An attendant would be out surely, or if not one of the younger Jedi could go and fetch one.
"The grandmaster has much to take care of at the moment, Zolotoy," Raphael replied, "Would you and Mofo mind hurrying along down to the morgue and fetching an attendant who can take the body to be safely stored until an autopsy can be conducted? Thank you," he smiled weakly, in a friendly way at the younger man who had asked the question.
He was about to turn to the discussion with the councillors before he noticed Siri Firestorm. He had met the girl a number of times before, particularly as she had been Haar's padawan. Raphael noticed, though her words were strong, tears stained her cheeks. Emotions were something everybody felt, even Jedi, after all. He leaned towards her and gently put his hand on her shoulder, while the councillors had begun their discussion.
"Haar was a great Jedi, don't feel sorrow for this," he said, softly, comfortingly, "Death is a natural path in life, a step we all must take. So don't regret that he is no longer here, instead celebrate his fine deeds. Don't shed tears for his death, smile for his life."