knightsoflegend | slovechnia ♔ hey little sister what have you done

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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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[And lo and behind, Des just plops down next to her with a few tiny bottles of plane booze in his hands. His boots don't have shoelaces, but never mind that. It's towards the end of the flight and he's lost the amount of fucks required to actually try and lace them back up after his cat's cradle misadventures earlier.]

That was a fine display of stabbing, lady. [he raises one of his bottles in a mock toast.]

[If she'd looked exhausted when she got on the plane, it was nothing compared to now. Worry lines crease her forehead, lips pressed into a grim line but at Des' arrival, she does her best to push it aside for the moment, even managing the wryest of grins as he sits down beside her.]

And couldn't have happened to a nicer guy. [Looking over the bottles in his hands.] Got any whiskey in that lot or did Archer get to it first?

Archer would have to fight me for all the whiskey, and he doesn't want to see me throw a punch today. [He passes over one of the bottles to her and clinks it against the one he's presently drinking out of.] Ding dong the fascist is dead.

[There's a grateful flash in her eyes as she takes the bottle. A wry chuckle escaping. Possibly at the image of Des hitting Archer. More likely at the imagined string of obscenities that would fly out of Archer's mouth in response.]

And no casualties on our side. [Wrinkles creasing the corners of her eyes as she takes a swig from the dainty bottle of whiskey.] Somehow. I thought we were done for before we really started.

Human enemies are much easier to deal with. Sure, there's a lot of them, and you have to play gentler with them, because they're trying to do their jobs, but they're facing down a bunch of angry people who have coped with too much bullshit to care about automatic rifles and peashooters.

[said the guy who uses a le mat. to be fair, that thing's nine bullets of fucked up.] We were not gonna get our asses murdered because of the local police, a few thugs, and a handful of racists. And, anyway, you died once. You've filled your quota, young lady. No more of that.

[She nods thoughtfully, seeing the logic in it. There was no doubt they could have beaten them, but not without casualties on the human side. Rose didn't much care about Dimitris, Decker & Kitty. Wasn't too bothered by the Guards either. Yeah, they were doing their jobs but they chose to work for these people. The cops? She wasn't sure she could have killed one just to get away. Of course. They would have hd to catch her first.]

I'm just glad Dimitris didn't get away this time. That man was like a cockroach during an apocalypse. [How many times did they try to take him out and he just kept coming back for more?!] Now he's a very crispy one. [A beat.] With a gaping hole in his chest.

[If this is the part where Rose is supposed to feel bad or at least, haunted over that brutal hit... she missed the memo, clearly.]

Twice. [Srsly Rose.] One more time and I get a gold membership to the afterlife of my choosing. [Grinning wryly.] Don't worry. Not chasing that VIP pass.

[Even though she sure did just. Get stabbed by jumping in front of a blade.]

[If Des is supposed to slap her on the wrist for not feeling bad, he clearly missed the memo too. He just holds his tiny whiskey bottle up to the ceiling in another mock toast and drains a little more of it.]

Mm. That's right. It has been twice. [he chuckles, the sound a bit strained, but he brushes it off.] You keep trying to be Kevin Costner like that, and I'm gonna call your bluff.

[This probably should have been a moment that saw the conversation flow really easily. Instead Des gets a look into what Dean deals with all the time.]

What's a Kevin Costner? [Know PC: Crit Fail.]

[he just bursts out laughing.] Oh, sweetheart, you have gotta make that boyfriend of yours make you watch The Bodyguard. You'll get a kick out of it.

[She considers this for a moment.]

Are there a lot of fight scenes? Cause I could be down with that.

[It'll all be fun and games until Whitney starts singing and then Rose will yell at Des for tricking her into watching a musical rom-drama.

Getting the reference now at least.]

And that wasn't a deathwish. More like, a habit.

It's been awhile, but probably. [Look he's gonna ruin Dean and Rose's movie night with "I Will Always Love You" blaring if it kills him, because the image is hilarious.]

That I get. I can't believe that rat bastard was slimy enough to try that shit once he was down, but you must've had a hunch.

[Rose however, does not look at all surprised by what happened, nodding her head.]

Just... a feeling? [Looking to Des.] It's like what Wynn said. We have honor where Dimitris d- didn't. [Catching herself before using present tense.] Men like him. They don't care about what's fair or decent. They'll lie and cheat and break every rule in the book just to get ahead. [She shakes her head.] I thought he might try and attack Alainn during the duel to shake Mark.

[And she's sure it would have worked as well because if she'd been the one fighting and somebody had gone for Dean? Rose would have lost control. Started fighting with anger instead of measured strikes.]

That he tried to stab her in the back? Yeah... That's exactly the sort of thing I'd expect from a man like him. [She pauses a moment, then adds.] It was worth getting stabbed just to see the look on his face when he saw me.

Good to know that even at the end, he proved himself to be nothing more than a rat. [his expression clouds over, his thoughts wandering.] It's a bullshit tactic that only cowards go for, and I wish the vast majority pulled stunts like he did- a blade in the back's bad, but I've seen nastier.

[And Sarandis would have given nastier, if he'd somehow lived. Maybe he didn't know about Alainn until this moment, but if he had left with the knowledge, that girl would have suffered for it.] You did them both a big favor in about ten different ways.

[Rose looks to Des again, a mixture of surprise and uncertainty in her eyes. At the end there when she'd been standing in front of Wynn, she had been fully prepared for him to tell her that she had to leave the Knights. She had technically broken the one rule he'd laid down for them. Killing Dimitris. She can however see now why they'd been given that directive and in the end, Mark had won and she would not likely forget the look in Mark's eyes at the end there. It had been gratitude for much more than having Alainn's back. (Wis 21/SM 27 from before).]

I hope so. [That it was enough for Mark to beat him in the Duel. That it can provide them both some measure of peace and as she looks further up the plane to see Kat, a smile actually touches her lips. Rose seeming more sure now about what had happened.]

Mark did all the work. I just made sure that asshole didn't get to have the last word.

You didn't let him become a killer. Not everyone has the stomach for that kind of thing. It eats people up, even when they know they were in the right to do it. I can't tell you for sure that Mark's the kinda guy who'd lose sleep over it, but no one has to find out now.

[Yeah, Mark did all the work, but Rose still finished him off and in as elegant a way as one can. Not about glory or about stealing the kill or about taking back the night for a variety of people harmed, but because she'd anticipated Dimitris being an honorless snake and was ready for it.

In the end, the bastard's end hadn't come about because any one person "deserved" the kill, but because of protecting Mark and those Mark loves. In the end, it was still about Andres. About Thomas. Rose may have been a name on a list of people who owed Dimitris pain, but she hadn't made it about her.

Really, he can turn around and apply it to Decker, too, for all that he wanted that kill, to take the life of someone who played so carelessly with Jade's. He's as satisifed as can be that what done him in was the willpower and resolve of a girl- the very same things he clearly found cause to have Jade killed over.] Either way, that chapter's done.

[If there is one thing that Rose has learned as she's gotten to know Des? It's that he really does seem to know what he's talking about. She guesses if she was literally, older than Jesus, then maybe she'd be able to see things the way he did, without needing him to nudge her in that direction.

His words do however, give her reason for pause. Not for Mark or Alainn. Not even for her actions but rather the way she feels right now.]

I wonder what that says about me... [It's not self-loathing but perhaps, a sincere curiosity. She's heard Dean say it numerous times in the past. That people think he's nothing more than a killer. A blunt instrument. Here she is, sitting on a plane, still covered in the now dry blood like it's almost normal. She can't help but wonder, if after seeing her drive a stake right through Dimitris' chest without a hint of remorse, if maybe that's how people here see her now.

More than that? She's not sure she cares if they do.]

That you'll do what other people can't or won't. [he doesn't miss a beat in saying it.] And people will call you names for it, hate you, say you went too far, or that you need to reign it in, but you don't care, because you know, as bad as it is, it needed to be done. It was the right thing to do.

It's not cowardice to not want to kill, but it also doesn't make you a monster to want to when the bastards have it coming. Being a monster means not having any compassion at all, and believe you me, if I hate someone enough to want to kill 'em? It's because I felt compassion for something they hurt, even if I don't feel it for them.

[Her face shows the lines of concentration as she tries to absorb and process every word that Des says, trying to relate it back to what she knows, how she feels. She doesn't think she's a monster and regardless of what anyone else might think? If she can look at herself in the mirror and be okay with the person looking back at her? That's what matters. Besides. She'd rather be a person of action than somebody who lets the bad things happen, full of excuses and justifications for why they do nothing to stop it. Even if that makes her wrong in some peoples eyes.]

I'm not sorry he's dead but I didn't do it thinking, I want to kill him, ya know? He made a choice and I responded. I figure if he didn't want to deal with the consequences, then he should have made better choices.

[Deep down, she knows that shows how much she's changed over the past few years. Rose has always been willing to do what had to be done, but she at least would feel something about it afterwards. It's like all they see and do has slowly been hardening her and while a part of her thinks that should worry her? It just... doesn't. Maybe recognizing the change and questioning why she doesn't care is enough. Maybe the fact that Dimitris blew her up is helping her to give no fucks.]

Besides... I got enough crap to worry about without losing any sleep over that man.

All he wanted was to take someone else down with him, leave as much hurt behind as he could. One last hurrah. [he nods along with her words. Maybe his heart is too hardened to not see why it should bother anyone else when the right people die. He has his own code of honor that makes up for that.

He sighs and rests his head against the back of the seat, staring at the ceiling.]

I think we've all got enough bullshit in our lives without staying up nights worrying about what we've had to do.

[Rose nods slowly, lips pressed into a grim line as she agrees with Des's words. A part of her knows that if she feels guilt. If she punishes herself. If she sees a monster when she looks in the mirror then he's won. Even if it's just in some small way. She didn't think he would be smug at her coldness. He'd feel victorious if she twisted herself into knots and she wasn't about to be his last victim.]

Yeah... [Sighing as well, her body language mimics Des, Rose however staring at the backs of heads again. Like she'll find some impossible answer in doing so.] Or what we'll still have to do.

[he chuckles darkly] There's a lot of that, yeah. Preventing a goddamn apocalypse doesn't really leave much room to worry about semantics or what you can or can't live with doing, does it?

[he closes his eyes somberly.] Just what you can't live without.

[His words bring out the first, honest smile to sit easily on her lips and she can't help but think about her conversation with Steve.

Maybe. Deep down. She would grudgingly admit. She was a little bit of a romantic.]

So are you headed back to New York as soon as we get back?

Pretty quickly, yeah. [he smiles a little without opening his eyes, looking deeply contented.] I didn't really do much to warrant hanging around for the debrief, unless Wynn's got something he needs to say to me, personally. He usually doesn't.

[Her head lolls to the side, Rose's smile softening to see Des so at ease. A wry curve tugging at the corners of her mouth.]

I realize we're a lot to take in, but you could have Zarad come out here some time.

I could, but he tends to stop traffic and cause incidents. Poor guy. It must be a curse having a mug like that.

[all joking aside...] When this is all over, maybe. Right now, I just can't be too careful. It'd be one thing if he was all over being a part of this, but he can't.

Don't get me wrong, he loves everyone he's met, but nightmare gods and psions and near constant death are a little more than he feels comfortable inserting himself into. And you know how it goes- you dip your toe in, and then suddenly you're drowning.

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