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.  ]

Comments

[slay]

I know.

[ It may not be physically happening to her, but the shockwaves are all around them, and they're hitting no one as hard as they're hitting Myri.

Her voice carries sorrow and concern in it, and though she shoots for understanding, she can't quite get there. At least, not on a level of true empathy. She'd been the one to ice Rafael out, not the other way around: any feelings of loss she'd had in the months to follow were no one's fault but her own, consequences for her actions. She's never felt what it's like to have something and lose it the way Myri just has—at least, not that she can remember. But she feels like she can imagine that strife nonetheless. ]

You can't measure your pain against someone else's. What he's going through is horrible, but that doesn't mean you're not suffering, or that you have less of a right to be hurting. It's just different.

[ That much deserves to be made clear. She's entitled to everything she's feeling. ]

We'll fly back soon, and when we do, maybe we'll get a better idea of what was done to him and how to ... [ 'Fix it' seems cruel, like she wants to repair Finnick's trauma. It's not the right word. ] Help him.

[witchwoman]

Maybe. [She wants to believe. She wants to think that he'll find his way back to her, back home. But she's never seen him like this, so lost and afraid, so sure of the fact that nothing here is real. She can't fight that. And she wonders if anyone can.]

How soon? Do you know?

[slay]

We should probably all start heading to the airport in an hour or so. Come on. [ She gets to her feet and offers Myri a hand. ] I'll help you get packed.

[witchwoman]

[She moves slowly, taking Buffy's hand and pulling herself to her feet. Thankfully, she doesn't have much to pack.]

I'll need to pack his things as well.

[Finnick's. Since they probably just packed one big suitcase. It's a simple statement, but the words feel heavy on her tongue.]

[slay]

I know. I'll help with that too.

[ Here 4 u. Buffy moves into Finnyri's room, taking quick stock to make sure there's nothing extra upsetting she should hide (spot 41). ]

[witchwoman]

[She would spot Finnick's wedding ring on the nightstand. And hers as well. Going to the Grammy's with wedding bangs on wasn't going to do well to ave them blend in. Everyone ring checks okay.

Myri heads for the closet to pull out her back up dresses.]

[slay]

[ She swipes the ring off the nightstand as subtly as she can (sleight of hand 21), pocketing it and disguising it as a move to get some clothes from the floor nearby. She starts folding them up in silence, watching Myri for signs of particular distress. ]

I think I'm finally out of the habit. [ After a beat, she explains, ] Of living out of hotels. I'm kinda ready to sleep in my own bed again already.

[witchwoman]

[It's horrible how every innocent comment throws her into a realization of how her life is going to change so drastically while they try to figure this out. She'll be sleeping in her own bed too...but without Finnick. There's a pause in her step as the thought hits her, but she just takes a breath and keeps moving to put the clothing back in her suitcase.]

It will be good to be home.