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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[Des tugs some of the string up with his teeth and pulls down the rest to create a crisscrossed tower-shape. Beaming, he waggles his eyebrows and says, through gritted teeth.] Eiffel Tower.

[he spits the string out and proceeds to untangle the cat's cradle to start something new.] I didn't fire a single shot today. My fingers are twitchy.

[That has Elena literally bursting out into full blown laughter for what feels like the first time in a lifetime. She slaps a playful hand across his shoulder, shaking her head.]

Don't even think about it, Descant.

[Then she falls delicately into the seat beside him, sighing as she looks down briefly, his comment sobering her up pretty quickly.]

Well, I fired enough shots for the both of us, I think.

[he looks at her so innocently.] Think about what?

[but he appreciates her laughter, and his face lights up because of it. and as she sits, he stops fiddling long enough so he doesn't have to hit her with his elbows just to deal with his restless energy.] Hope they were at the right people.

[She just laughs at him again, giving him a knowing look, then lets it go.]

Of all of them, only one of them didn't land in Decker. [She pauses, glancing at him before she leans her head back against the headrest, looking up at the ceiling.] I made sure he wasn't going to get back up again after he went down.

[She's not 100% sure he wasn't dead when he hit the ground, but in the end, it didn't matter.]

Despite all the elaborate plans I made and maybe a few overdramatic speeches rehearsed in front of a mirror I wish I could take back, I'm glad if someone besides me was gonna bring that conniving bastard down, it was you.

[he leans his head against the headrest too, mimicking her.] I hope Sehanine dropkicked his soul. Or at least let Jade spit on it a few times.

I just wish I hadn't had an audience.

[Those people saw this young man open up his head like it was a watermelon. That would leave a mark on their minds, no doubt, and that sat more poorly with her than anything else.]

But it needed to be done. I couldn't leave even the slightest chance that he might do more damage. The less allies they have, the better.

[That didn't mean she particularly felt good about it, but it is what it is.]

Yeah. Crombe's down three people. Three human people, but Sarandis was proof of just how devastating a couple of jackasses with power, privilege, and access to whatever they want can be.

[he winces.] It's worse than that, though. I know it needed to be done, but I can't help but feel like we did Blade a huge solid.

Not to put a damper on our victory- because it is a victory, and what comes after is tomorrow's problem- but still not something I hope anybody's forgetting.

At least a few of us are being realistic.

[But as he said, she doesn't want to steal anyone's morale, even if she doesn't particularly feel it herself.]

The worst is yet to come. It's the only thing I can really even think about right now. [A beat passes before she said:] They all called me a monster in there. In shouts and whispers. I didn't think it would bother me, but...

[It's still a little different when it's smacking her in the face.]

I'm not preaching suffering today, but realism I've got in spades. Just between you and me, though. [he waves a hand, dismissively.

he turns back to her, frowning.] There's a difference between owning being a monster and being something people fear, Elena. Well. [he swallows.] Something people fear for no good reason. I don't need to tell you that, but...

[he shakes his head.] You know how it goes.

No. You don't.

[She's not mad about it, though. If anything, she just sounds sad.]

I've just never heard anyone say it like that, with pointed fingers and gasps. I knew it would happen someday, but I thought it would be easier to hear.

[She puts an elbow on her armrest, leaning her head into her hand.]

Then again, it feels like everything always ends up being harder than I thought it was going to be.

They didn't know.

[He meets her eyes, expression gentle.] But you're right. It's always worse than you expect, even when you're prepared for the worst thing you can think of. [he hesitates for a moment and then lays a hand over hers.] For the record, even if it won't make you feel any better about that, you were amazing today. This wouldn't have worked without you.

[Those three words seem to sink it and she nods her head, taking a quiet breath that seems to steady her emotions.]

Maybe it would be better if I simply stopped expecting anything. [There's a slightly bitter twinge to the words, but she shakes it off. The hand under his doesn't move for a long moment, though she finally turns it over, slipping her fingers through his.] And thank you.

[Though her tone indicates that she's...pretty aware of that fact.]

I'm well aware of my strengths, at least. I can only hope that, when it comes down to it, they're enough.

I think anyone who'd argue otherwise at this point is deluding themselves, but self-delusion is a powerful thing. [there's an unmistakable suggestion of bitterness in his tone.]

It is what it is, and what it is right now is exhausting. ["it" being everything. their existence. their lives. this case.]

Mm.

[She gives his hand a gentle squeeze.]

If only sleep were easier to come by, hm?

People still sleep? [he squeezes her hand back, smirking a bit.] God, I thought for sure the looming nightmarepocalypse took the fun out of that.

[She doesn't even try to resist the urge to roll her eyes, but she's grinning all the same, the angst-induced tension breaking.]

It'd be funnier if it weren't an actual possibility.

At least Blade only waltzed into our dreams once. Any more than that and I would've started charging for it.

[he flinches.] Jesus, that was awhile ago, wasn't it?

[Her brows furrow at that.]

You could say that.

[She draws her hand away then, pulling it into her lap.]

A lot of things were set into motion for me that night.

[he blinks steadily as he pulls his own hand into his lap, somehow stricken by the importance of this one event.] Yeah, me too.

He had the audacity to say he could break my curse, if you can believe that.

Maybe he thought he could, though I doubt he would have come through. He seems egotistical enough to believe he's capable of all sorts of things that aren't necessarily true.

Besides, you didn't need his help.

I really didn't. [he chuckles.] The irony of it is how fast it broke after that. In hindsight, it feels like it happened just to spite him.

[the laughter he gets from that joke is... more than a little forced.] That's really a small bonus.

[yeah... anyway. he doesn't know where else to go with that, so he just says, with some frustration.] Goddamn, I hate that guy.

I know. I understand.

[She understands that feeling all too well, and the frustration that comes with it.]

The day will come when we'll deal with him, too, in one way or another.

And on that day, I swear to God, I hope someone makes him as useless to a woman as a Rabbit without batteries. [at least he can try to force a joke into it.]

[The corner of her mouth twitches upward.]

I wouldn't count on it.

Let me dream, Elena.

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