CHAPTER FINALE ♔ cause it's always raining in my head

[narcosynthesis]

♬ oceano - josh groban

WHO || Keijen Blade, Nadia Reichenov, Rafael Giovanni, Buffy Summers, Alainn O'Rourke, Myrilandel Odair, Finnick Odair, Desmond Descant, Elena Gilbert, Rose Hathaway, Fredrick Jr., Jack Chessing, Kat Samcelot, Jeanne Gar, Spike, Sterling Archer, Violet Reedhym, Burt Becksworth, Isabella Alessandro
WHAT || Failboat does the Grammy's, tries to stop Keijen Blade's performance from reaching the masses, and aspires to save Nadia
WHERE || Staples Center, Los Angeles
WHEN || Feb 8th, 2015
HOW || Actionspam. Single thread.

The day has finally arrived: the 2015 Grammy's gather together musical talent at the top of the food chain, which means that NOVA Records will be well represented at this year's ceremony. Unfortunately, this includes performances from Keijen Blade's band, Heatless Passion, and Nadia Reichenov's, Derere, both of whom are working for "Chad Becksworth", aka Draken Crombe, head of the Shadowkind-hating cult, the Church of the Lord's Humanity.  Equipped with some sort of ability to hypnotize large crowds with subliminal messages, Wynn fears what lies beneath Keijen's intended performance, and is sending his Knights to shut down the broadcast, to prevent that message from being spread to millions of viewers worldwide.

Meanwhile, the gang finally has a chance to see Rafael Giovanni again - but what he's been up to in the months since they last saw him, and how his reunion with Buffy will go, remains to be seen.

Several of the Knights have decided that this is their last chance as well to try and break Nadia free from Keijen's influence, now that they've learned the truth about him - that Keijen is in fact Kel'in'hrae, sadistic son of the Nightmare God Malaak'a, likely working to free his father from the prison Sehanine had created for him.  The prison sealed by the relic that the team has been chasing for years, believing it to be an immortality-granting talisman of great power.

The truth, it seems, was worse than they could have imagined.  

One step at a time, however, and stopping the signal is first priority on Failboat's to do list for now.  With an actual plan under their belts this time, maybe this is the turning point they've been waiting for...    

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[attollores]

Then I'm honored that ye like it, flaws and all. It gave me the chance to practice me knitting skills, I haven't done it in quite some time. [She gladly takes her hand, giving it a gentle squeeze as well. Relief colors her features as her eyes skim down to the small baby-bump just visible under Myri's clothes, sadness and fondness mixing in her gaze. One hand reaches out tentatively towards her belly before she realizes how weird that would be, not having asked, and not sure how Myri would feel about having someone just petting her belly out of the blue. She slowly retracts her hand, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth.]

[witchwoman]

[Noticing that shift with her hand, Myri just smiles and reaches out to take Alainn's hand and press it against her stomach.]

It's alright.

[attollores]

[a smile breaks across her lips as her hand settles on Myri's belly, eyes flicking to hers for a moment in delight. They're quick to trace back to the bump, her delight turning into a strange mix of fondness and sadness, taking on a far away look.

She was beyond happy for Myri and Finnick and the hope their pregnancy represented, but she couldn't help the longing it brought to her heart. It was what she wanted, more than anything else in this world or the other, to have love and family surround her, to make a family with the one she loved. She loved the surrogate family she surrounded herself with dearly, but she had no memories of her actual kin. Being able to have that here, to build her own memories with her own family filled her with a yearning she couldn't contain.]

'Tis the most magical thing in this world, to carry a life within ye, a physical representation of the love ye share with Finnick.

[witchwoman]

I keep thinking of all the women I helped on the other side of the Veil, the ones I gave advice to about how to keep their children healthy until they were ready to be born. But I've never... I didn't have a mother- not one I knew, anyway. The woman who raised me was very nice, but I was more of her apprentice than a child. I keep wondering if I really know how to raise a child of my own.

[attollores]

[she pats Myri's hand, her smile small and sincere.] Myri, yer one of the most equipped women for motherhood that I've ever known. All ye really need ter know about raising a child is that everything ye do for them or about them is done with love. And love is something ye have in spades, darlin'. Coming from within ye, and all those surrounding ye.

Besides, have ye ever heard the phrase "it takes a village to raise a child"? [she looks around the plane at all the others surrounding them before coming back to Myri.] I'd say ye have the most protective village any babe could ask for.

[witchwoman]

[She can't help but smile at that.]

I am lucky there. I have so many wonderful people- more than I ever could have dreamed.

[attollores]

[Her smile mirrors Myri's]

Aye, ye do. And a wonderful husband to help ye through this, to help ye raise this child that is yours together. [hahaha tmw when back-tagging happy things makes you want to cry tears of blood]

[witchwoman]

[She glances behind her, peering at Finnick in the seats behind them.]

I'm very lucky, I think. And all I can hope is that my child knows that same blessing- to have all of you and to know that love.

[attollores]

I think ye'd have to leave the continent for any of us to not be there with ye both, loving on this bundle. [Her head dips towards Myri's belly again, that soft fondness creeping into her gaze again. She pats her hand softly and sighs before saying-] I can only hope that someday I'll be as lucky as ye are.

[witchwoman]

I'm sure you will be. Luckier, even. [With Mark. She means with Mark. Shippin it.]