Nadia Reichenov (
coldheritage) wrote in
knightsoflegend2015-04-05 02:10 pm
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CHAPTER FOUR ♔ does it run in your blood to betray the ones you love
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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She didn't look like herself any of those days, though. They won't trace them to her.]
At least they wouldn't have footage of Rafael breaking into it, right? I don't think he could use another scandal.
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hahhah
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That awkward moment when you walked in this morning from Burt literally strategically planning his new media frenzy and are still praying he doesn't twist it into a scandal with your name on it. Buffy chokes on her coffee, licks her lips for a moment, and sets the mug aside. ]
Yeah, you're probably right. [ Oh boy. She nods along. ]
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Alright. Spill.
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[ She quips with a smile, glancing over at the mug like Elena was literally talking about the fact that she just choked and died on a sip. ~Deflection.~ ]
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[So deadpan. She doesn't believe that at all. :|]
And that's my cue to start packing.
[She takes a long sip out of her mug, nearly emptying it, before she sets it in the sink.]
I'll see you in a little while.