knightsoflegend | slovechnia ♔ hey little sister what have you done

WHO || Failboat, Dimitris Sarandis, Amanda Moulet, invited wedding guests, and more [closed]
WHAT || The Knights head to Slovechnia to interrupt Dimitris' wedding to Dumage's sister
WHERE || Flight from London to Slovechnia; Slovechnia
WHEN || Sometime in February
HOW || Actionspam or prose

The morning after, the Knights board a plane at their private airfield, and begin the couple hour flight to the country of Slovechnia. Wynn has laid out a plan for them as such, leaving Sir Gar in charge of seeing it executed: they are to send in a few Knights to infiltrate the wedding, while others steal an ambulance from a local hospital. Using magic to make Sarandis think he's having a heart attack during the ceremony, they will intercept the outgoing call to the paramedics, and pose as them to take him out of there and straight to a private airfield to meet with Wynn. They're all aware, however, of just how smoothly their plans tend to go where these villains are involved - especially if the Mind Master shows up.

Either way, it promises to be an interesting day...

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[When Elena goes to talk to Dumage, Des, who has finally decided to stop being uncomfortable in favor of eating all the foods thanks to Myri's feast, swings by Buffy's section and slides into the aisle seat behind her.]

Conjured servants and everything. Ain't magic grand? [om nom foods] Little Bit's come a hell of a long way.

I wish she hadn't needed to. But we've asked a lot of her.

[ Rezzing Rose comes to mind, and leads Buffy's gaze towards her. ]

No one's ever asked more of Myri than she was willing to give.

[he follows her gaze to Rose.] This is what she can give us and she's happy to do it. And she'll argue anything to the contrary.

[his gaze moves over to Myri, watching her with a gentle expression of admiration.]

That's exactly the problem. She'll give everything she has, if people let her.

So would any of us. That's what it means to be a knight.

[he leans back.] I don't like to see her pushing herself too hard either, but the fact is, she's stronger than she was at the start. And I can't ignore that just to shove her in a bubble to protect her.

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She was always strong. [ That's a pretty hefty disagreement, but it suits their life experience well enough. Des spent thousands of years of unpleasant living being tortured or torturing himself on and off. Of course he thinks that's how strength is forged. But Buffy's strength comes from inside, and that's where she thinks Myri's comes from too; it didn't need the fires of experience to be powerful and bright because it was strength of heart, not her magic. ]

Yeah. [Des doesn't look like that part was ever really up for debate.] But now she knows it, too.

[ As much as Buffy would like to keep arguing (maybe she just has nerves to get out after how astonishingly well the landslide of trying to talk to Elena went), she finds she can't debate that, so she simply nods. ]

I guess she does.

[He stares at her for a moment, weighing something in his head.] Something wrong?

[ she studies him warily, as if unsure that she wants to discuss it with him. finally, she settles on the vague, ] I can't shake the feeling that something bad is going to happen. That we don't know what we're getting ourselves into.

Well. [he shrugs.] You're probably not wrong. Things have a way of fucking up when these guys are around, but we're braced for it.

No. [ she shakes her head. ] Not this time. I don't think we are.

[an odd look.] Alright, what's with the vague and cryptic? Usually that's my thing.

[ she catches Des' gaze and then lets a smile creep in, one that disparages herself for being so doom and gloom. ]

I don't know. Just a feeling. [ then, after a pause, reflectively; ] Every time something bad's happened, I haven't been there to protect the person I love the most. Not after Andres. Not when Sarandis invaded the castle, and I was the one who brought Rafael there. Maybe I'm just afraid something's going to happen to him again, now that we're going without him.

[something in his gut tells him that can't be all and he studies her face, searching for a sign. (Sense motive 36)] I don't think anyone's gonna attack the castle twice. And besides, he has divinebabysitters. Wouldn't want them to lose an asset.

[ while she does seem genuinely at a loss for placing her unease, like she can't sift through what she's anticipating out of their mission, she does seem to be holding back. which lends context to some of the vigor in how she pushes back. ]

It's not the castle that I'm worried about. [ she purses her lips. ] No offense, Des, but Rafael doesn't tell you everything. You don't know what's come knocking on his door in places that should have been perfectly safe. Angels or no angels.

[he pulls back, more than a little perturbed by how she pushes back.] A certain fateful limo ride and the gunfight in Venice begs to differ. But I get it. You're scared. You're scared of not knowing, of never being sure- not just about Rafael, but about all of it. I know fear. I know what it can do to a person. You need to have faith, Buffy. 'cause if you're this worried about what you can't predict, then the Nightmares are real already, and they've won.

Believe me. I know way too much about being afraid of an uncertain future. It didn't do me any favors.

I don't need you to tell me about nightmares. [ She shakes her head, turning to look out the window. ]

[he stares at her, expression in something of an in-between state of cold and thawing, before he finally disengages, and moves back into the aisle.]

That's about what I expect from my sermons these days.

Being like a billion years old doesn't entitle you to lecturing the rest of us on what it means to be human, Des. Maybe you should make it less like a sermon and more like a conversation. [ She lifts her gaze, slightly sharpened with the context of her conversation with Vi. ]

[des stops midway down the aisle, shoulders tensing. When he speaks, he doesn't turn around, and his voice is tight and frustrated.]

Maybe you should ask Michael what it was supposed to entitle me to. 'Cause I sure as hell don't know.

[and with that he's gonna go back to his seat.]

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