CHAPTER FOUR ♔ does it run in your blood to betray the ones you love

[coldheritage]

♬ The Truth - Nonpoint

WHO || Failboat, Rafael, Isabella, Nadia  [Closed]
WHAT || After an exciting Grammy night, the Knights meet up with Nadia to hear what she has to say
WHERE || Staples Center, LA -->  Warehouse
WHEN || Feb 8th, 2015  [back dated]
HOW || Actionspam

[  The Knights' mission to stop the signal and prevent Draken's cult from spreading whatever subliminal message  was lurking beneath Keijen Blade's performance was a success.  It didn't come without its bumps in the road, however:  Alexander Anderson showed up, and the Knights ran afoul of the Mind Master.    Buffy nearly died fighting Anderson, but in the end, he was defeated, beheaded, and hopefully put to death forever.   Finnick, though, found himself thrust into a mental illusion that convinced him he might still be in the Hunger Games, and left him uncertain about whether any of his life here was real.  

Another surprise came in the form of an announcement by Nadia Reichenov, an artist working with Crombe and company, that she was changing her band name and taking things in a 'new direction'.   This direction was perhaps revealed when after her performance, she approached the Knights in Rafael's dressing room - and handed them the necklace that connects her to the Nightmare God Malaak'a, saying she was willing to tell them everything.  ]

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[nothingsodivine]

Still got a husband in Manhattan who doesn't wanna hear about my untimely death on the news. [dramatic speeching or not... there is that.] I said it wasn't forever. I meant it. But I can't live at the Holly House forever.

[savemyself]

[ ♬ i can't make you love me - alex g

any further arguments are cut off as the door to side room opens and isabella comes sweeping out. she pulls up short when she sees just how full the room is now, every eye turning towards her just out of the sense of interruption.

she looks pale, clearly upset, but there's no touch of anger to it. she does lift her chin as they stare, her usual pride evident as she glances around the room and clearly marks buffy's absence from it. she brushes forward, directly for the door, voice tense as she says curtly: ] I am going to call Burt.

[graveflowers]

[ with her face still mostly pressed into the pillow and still tucked against the wall, vi comes to des' defense. it surprises her too, don't worry. ]

Come on, Kat. Any one of us can take a break if we need it, that includes Des, even if he keeps claiming he's not a part of this team. We can't keep up this fight if our hearts aren't in it. He deserves to have a marriage and, I don't know if you've been paying much attention, but we don't have the best luck with those in this group. He deserves to give it his best shot and have a life. Even if it's in that cesspool of death and bacteria he calls an apartment.

[doubletake]

[Something seems to snap Elena out of being lost in her own thoughts because she finally moves from where she's standing.]

I need some air.

[And then she just...walks out of the room. Is there a balcony? That's probably where she'll go. If not, time to stand outside in an alley for awhile.]

[littledhampir]

[Rose's face is like... wait when did you get married?! At Des for a moment but, she's not about to weigh in on the should he shouldn't he go, instead talk of relationships prompting her to whip out her phone as she flops into a seat beside Alainn and fires off the text she promised to send to Dean;

Back at the hotel. Things got interesting but everyones alright. Mostly.]

[nothingsodivine]

[Isabella's return is met with a pained look from Des that makes him almost miss Vi's back-up. It's only when Elena steps out that he musters up his voice again.]

And on that note, I have had enough fun for one evening. If something pressing comes up... it can wait until the morning.

[he is falling into bed now. goodnight moon. LOOK AT LEAST HE ISN'T OLLYING OUT RIGHT THIS SECOND. he does stop, halfway to his room.]

And Spike has a point about Nadia. [AND NOW HE'S GONNA GO BED.]

[attollores]

[meanwhile, during the Big Discussion, Alainn would have hobbled into the room with the rest of her team, still using her shiny staff to support herself. When Vi heals her some she smiles and whispers a grateful thank you to her, shoulders slumping in relief.

When Rose and her team enter the room more of her tension seeps away at seeing them whole and unharmed. Myri's healing does a lot to fix the really bad burns, the flesh knitting up tidily fresh and pink. There are still some very obvious burns present, but at least now she's able sit comfortably without wanting to throw up with the pain.

She takes a seat on the couch, answering Roses question with a wry chuckle-] Rocket launcher, actually. Damn nearly had me done for. Ye look like ye got nary a scratch.

1/idk 4?

[savemyself]

[ if you think isabella didn't react to walking out right into a speech about people deserving to have a marriage and a life and this team having no luck with that YOU WERE WRONG. she paused at the door, hand on the handle, shoulders tight, at the words, finally slipping out without looking back. ]

2/-

[rationalizes]

I hate to think what else they might have access to, if they were able to get their hands on that much of an arsenal so quickly. [ she moves to stand beside the couch, looking at kat and alainn with concern ] I'm just... relieved we all made it back here alive.

3/4

[dragonsclaw]

[ the balcony door slides open as she speaks, and jack walks up behind her ] Alive, perhaps, but as always, there was a cost. [ his voice is low, grave, as he looks towards the bathroom door ] We'll have Tia examine him when he return to the castle. Perhaps there's something that can be done from the inside.

4/4

[romanticidal]

[ it's at that moment that the bedroom door opens again, and this time rafael steps out slowly, absently shutting the door behind him. he looks almost as if he's shocked, still processing something and uncertain how to do it. his eyes drag across the room, seeing but not seeing, and he opens his mouth to say something but stops himself, running his hand through his hair in a gesture of further muted surprise. his eyes light upon des by the door, and he raises both eyebrows at him in a sort of sad acknowledgment of the fact that they've... barely had a real chance to say so much as hello since coming back. he skulks around the edge of the room to cut him off from leaving quite yet, trying not to draw too much attention to himself as he lowers his voice to ask: ] Did Isa--? [ he nods towards the door, frowning. ]

[witchwoman]

[All sorts of doors are opening and closing. Myri leaves the bathroom, expression blank. She moves back into the room, unable to look any of them in the eye for fear of losing the shaky grasp she has of control right now.]

Do any of you need..? Are you still hurt?

[Shut down like this, her empathy is just a dull ringing in the back of her mind, barely a tug in any direction. She can't risk feeling anything right now.]

[nothingsodivine]

[Des lets Isabella and Elena go ahead of him, staring after them long after they're gone with a concerned expression that seems to suggest a lot of feelings for both of them. Rafael's return is met with a slow nod and another look at the door, before the click of the bathroom door and the look on Myri's face breaks his heart anew. He grabs a hold of Rafael's shoulder to pull him aside so Myri can take the floor... and probably so he doesn't have to deal with the emotional ramifications of the fact that they've probably lost Finnick. It's too much right now.]

Yeah, she left... [He runs a hand over his face, unsure of what was said, but having a pretty good idea. He's sort of... the number one Buffael shipper. BUT MAN, POOR ISA. POOR EVERYONE.] Said she had to call Burt.

1/2

[chessing]

Nothing that we can't rest off for now, Myrilandel. [ it's said gently, but firmly enough on jack's part that it's clear he thinks myri's had enough to contend with tonight. ] Something we should all think of doing.

[romanticidal]

I see. [ raf's voice drops even lower as he asks the next question, which seems to bubble up in spite of his best efforts to clamp it down ] And... Buffy?

[nothingsodivine]

Stepped out on the balcony to talk to Jack. Still there, actually. [He releases Rafael's shoulder, nodding in that direction.] You should... probably go talk to her. I'm gonna go... Talk to Isabella.

[That is a terrible idea, but someone has to do it. SHE DOESN'T REALLY THINK STRAIGHT WHEN SHE'S BEEN BROKEN UP WITH.]

[romanticidal]

If you think it wise. I do not know how much of a mood she will be in to... talk. [ he grimaces, but doesn't protest any more than that, because clearly he's just like HOW DO I SHOT WOMEN rn. in fact, he glances at the balcony doors like he's not sure that's a great idea at this moment either. HESITATES. ]

[nothingsodivine]

No one's in a good mood right now. [chuckles] C'mon, Fluffster. You two haven't talked in months. Might as well make up for lost time. [he gives him a friendly punch on the arm and... ducks out the door, poking his head back in to say:] I think Elena needs some help getting to her room. She kinda... fell asleep out here.

[AND DUCKING OUT. Someone can take care of Elena bb.]

1/2

[romanticidal]

... Si, you are right. [ he stands there as des vanishes, starts towards the doors, glancing surreptitiously at myri as he goes by, worry creasing his brow. jack meets his gaze as he reaches for the balcony doors, and gives him a small nod, and then he slips out. ]

2/2

[shootfirst]

I can go get Elena. [ kat volunteers herself a little too quickly, looking uncomfortable as myri comes back in, the reality of all this finnick shit crashing in on them slowly. the suffocating atmosphere of traumatic emotion is her fav, we all know :| she starts to push herself up, wincing. ]

[bigbad]

[Spike rolls his eyes and gets up with her.] I'll come with. You look like you're about to fall over.

[littledhampir]

[Rose's eyes widen at Alainn's mention of a Rocket Launcher, letting out a low whistle.]

Not a single one. [Scratch.] The plan worked, they didn't even see us leave. [She falls silent as Myri returns, Rose struggling to keep the worry from her face as she takes her in (WS 13) while the rest of the drama that's silently unfolding around them goes sailing over her head, Rose instead looking to Jack.]

I'll stay up until Nadia is ready to leave. Somebody should be awake... just in case. [Shit gets real basically.]

[witchwoman]

[She nods to Jack's decision that no more healing is needed, despite not really agreeing with him. She won't fight him, though. Her eyes shift to Rose next.]

I'll wait wth you.

[She doubts she will be able to sleep anyway. All it will be is another reminder of Finnick not at her side.]

[attollores]

[Although she can sit more comfortably thanks to Vi and Myri, she's still down 50 hp at this point. And despite nearly dying because of a freaking rocket, she is far too amped up to sleep (Fort Nat 20). She wants to stay up with Rose and Myri, but also doesn't want to intrude if Myri wants to have some time just the two of them.

So she decides to get up and make something to eat since she is suddenly starving. She'll just conveniently make enough for anyone who is interested. Once the food is done (and it's awesome with a 19 Craft Cooking check) she'll gauge the room, and if anything she'll hobble her way up to the roof so she can get some air, and put her staff away in her vault again without breaking the room :/ .]

[witchwoman]

[Even with her empathy dialed back, Myri still has eyes, and seeing Alainn move around the room, it's clear that there's still a lot of damage there. She's not okay with just... letting that happen. So despite Jack's insistence that she doesn't need to do more for the team, Myri will just head over to Alainn while she's cooking and gives her a quick healing (cure critical wounds - 38 HP). Her expression is still entirely blank, barely managing to acknowledge the woman in the process. She's just... here.]