knightsoflegend | after-party ♔ april

after-party ♔ april

♬ Jeux d'eau - Ravel

WHO || Wynn, any and all Knights not currently on missions (if you are uncertain if your character would be at the castle for this, ask!)
WHAT || Squiring Ceremony Afterparty
WHERE || Knights Headquarters, the Ballroom
WHEN || April 1st, 2016, 6:00PM [backdated]
HOW || Prose OR Actionspam

The "afterparty" is rumored to be the real main event of the night. A black-tie affair in the lavish, opulent ballroom, it is every new Knight's chance to mingle and meet some of their new brothers in arms. Of course, a couple hours are provided following the ceremony for everyone to change, do hair and makeup, and choose from the vast array of formal attire in the closets of the balcony "dressing rooms" located at the top of spiraled staircases on either side of the ballroom. A separate dressing room exists for men and women, and they include full bathrooms (with, thankfully, very modern plumbing).

The squires are usually among the last to arrive, and the ballroom is full to the brim with a fancy array of people, of all shapes, sizes and species.

Hope you aren't shy. They're all here to meet you.

Feel free to make your own open threads for people to come congratulate your newly pledged knight.

ooc; also if your Knight wants to get all gussied up, you can make a Disguise (Cha) check for how good they were at hair/makeup/stylin', etc! This goes for... any time.

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[She listens to him, trying to even sort out how to ease his mind, to make him not so worried about things that might happen. She knows that he has those experiences, those memories, but she has to have some hope that history won't repeat itself so easily here. That the knowledge he has, even if it's not shared, that it'll still be enough for him to know that they'll be okay. Allison wants to hug him, to give him something to hold onto, because it feels like he senses everything slipping away even before he's gotten everything back.

Having the gap of Stiles is definitely something she isn't sure how to manage. She's certain that Stiles would be his sounding board, that he'd be dropping all this information on him and Stiles, under normal circumstances, would be making charts and lists to make sure that everything is okay.

Maybe Allison needs to step up. Maybe she needs to fill that gap. To be the one that believes him, and helps him sort out how to make sure they're safe.

That they -- don't die?

Her brow furrows, concern washing over her features.]

Scott, no one's leaving here -- and so far no one's died. If you want help making sure that things won't happen here, that we can be safe from them -- I'm here. I'll do whatever I can to help.

[ He wants to tell her that she can't die. That she can't leave. But that would be too much. That would be admitting to Allison that she dies. Which he's not sure is even a good idea. Lydia knows and he's asked her to keep it under wraps until he can decide how to tell her. Lydia wants to tell her desperately, but Scott still doesn't know where he stands. Will gave him so advice to possibly tell her and Malia to not. He's stuck in the middle and unsure about what to even do. ]

Don't die? [ He looks up at Allison. Trying to hold her gaze, but his jaw tightens. His hold on her hands is slowly tightening as well. The tension is still radiating throughout his body. ]

[Allison wishes there was something she could do to reassure him that it wouldn't happen, but she's been on missions. She's known that there are times when someone doesn't come back. That the magic isn't strong enough. Truthfully, not that she'd tell Scott this right now, but she's not sure if she'd want to be brought back through magic. It's not something she's put a lot of thought into, but she thinks of all the things that have gone wrong with death - she thinks of Lydia and being a banshee and she wouldn't want to put her friend through the thought of having to lose her twice. She knows that they'd want to try, though, which is why she'd never expressly tell them not to.

Right now, she just wants Scott to stop worrying about whatever has him so afraid. She allows him to tighten his hold on her hands and she steps in closer to him, trying to ensure that she's not looking away or that she's afraid of whatever he's not telling her.]

Scott... [She lets his name trail off softly, nodding as she tries to agree with what he's asking of her.] I'm careful, I promise. I never go without back-up. [Except, you know when she goes off by herself to go tracking in the woods...]

I want to tell you not to worry, but I don't think anything I say is going to stop that from happening. [She smiles at him, trying to give him something to be optimistic about.] Have hope that it's going to be fine, Scott. Trust the Knights, trust me that we're going to all make sure that we're all safe.

[ He's not entirely sure if he can believe that. Because unfortunately Scott knows Allison back home. He knows that she often went right into situations without thinking. Usually to help. To protect. Which is why he worries. Because this job is all about protecting. Something that Allison has tried to dedicate herself to. ]

Probably not. [ No amount of words will make Scott suddenly just not worry about her anymore. Probably not for the reasons she thinks either. Scott knows more than anyone that Allison Argent is not indestructible. ] It's hard to trust this place when I just got here. Especially when it comes to the people I love's safety.

Edited 2016-04-17 05:53 (UTC)

[Allison can understand his concern, but she also doesn't know what else to tell him. She already knows that no matter what she says it's not going to shift his concern. Her hands continue to hold onto his until she lets her grip slip away and she reaches to pull him into a hug. It's difficult for her to ignore his phrasing, but she doesn't want to draw attention to it. She just wants him to be able to breathe easier. She holds onto him, standing there on the balcony, and just allows herself to lean in against him.] I'm going to be here for you, Scott. Whatever you need, just ask.

[ At first Scott doesn't know what to do when she pulls him into the hug, but finally his body relaxes. He leans into Allison and wraps his arms around her. For a moment it doesn't feel like everything is different. Like they've aged. Like they've gone through all of that crap. ]

Okay. [ He breathes her in after a moment. ]

[When she feels him take that breath, to actually agree to some sort of calmness she feels more at ease. Like it's not going to be a never ending spiral of darkness that consumes Scott with worries of a future that might never cross into this world. Her hand rubs at his back, an idle connection that's meant to reassure him more than it seems to be reminding her of the past.

She lets it linger, probably longer than she should, but when she pulls away she smiles at him. Affection and trust obvious in her expression.]

Come on, let's get back to the party.

[ More than anything he's happy to have Allison here. If Stiles doesn't remember him and Lydia still hasn't quite gone through everything with him it makes Scott feel a little isolated. Like he's floating on some lone glacier. Allison is pretty much all that Scott has right now. What's going to keep him sane as he struggles to rebuild his friend's trust in him.

He smiles and nods his head. ] You're right. [ He stops before they go in though for a moment. ] Thank you.

Of course.

[She smiles and takes his hand so they can head back out to the party. They dance a bit more and get drinks and then they part ways. They'll circle back around to each other, but she wants to find a few of her friends and she's sure that he should at least spend time with some of the other Knights here. He's going to be helping them and it'll be nice to not be strangers with anyone on mission with him.

Allison talks to Cora and then to Isaac. Of course, then when she does circle back around to Scott she has a curiosity she wants solved when it comes to Isaac.]

Hey, [She approaches him with a smile and a pink fizzy drink that she thinks has raspberries or cherries in it.] having fun?

[ He had a drink earlier, but for now Scott's without one. His tie is a little loose from pulling on it, but the suspenders are still in place. He's met a few people. Specifically Stiles' very scary girlfriend among others. ]

Hey. You're back. [ He greets her with a wide smile. ] I am. What about you?

Edited 2016-04-29 04:10 (UTC)

[She smiles at him and nods.] I ran into Isaac. Gave him a tour of the castle. He seemed a bit ... I don't know. I want to say odd, but I could be reading into things.

He asked me about what I remembered from the last time I saw him.

I can smell him. Plus Cora texted me when she found him.

[ He knows he's around here, but he figures that Isaac will find him when he's ready to talk. Whenever that is. ]

Right. Um. Maybe he's just nervous? I mean it could just have been a while for him. So he's--feeling things out? [ He's not an awesome liar, but he's trying (bluff 18). ]

[She wants to comment on the thing where even in a room this crowded, he can smell him. Does he smell him on her? They hung out for a while, maybe it just happens. More on that later, because as he tries to get out of telling her whatever he might now she actually is paying attention (sense motive nat 20/23 total) and can tell he's not exactly giving her everything.]

He didn't seem nervous, he seemed upset. [She pauses and reassesses.] No, disappointed. He seemed disappointed that I told him that I had seen him outside the school when he was trying to get Boyd and Cora into the school.

[She frowns.] It wasn't just getting used to being here.

[ Scott looks a little more off his game when she calls out his lie. He doesn't know where Isaac is. It's hard to really find the right answers. He can't tell her about her death. Not here. Not like this. It wouldn't be fair. This is the exact thing he was worried about her finding out. The exact thing he told Will he was scared of. He was living his worst nightmare at this moment. ]

I probably should let Isaac tell you this, but back home you and him were--I don't actually know, but you were two were together. Or something. [ Everything kind of got crazy though towards the end. ] He's probably being weird about that. [ It's not technically lying because that could be the issue, but still (bluff 21) ] Maybe he's upset you don't remember it?

[It's not what she had expected to hear at all. The shocked look on her face should be a very huge clue into that. Of course, she's not really sure what she thought she'd hear, but that -- that was definitely not anywhere in the range of what she expected.]

Together or something? It's not the or something, is it? [Even though that's punctuated with a question mark, she definitely didn't ask it like a question.] I just.

[She shakes her head and then looks to Scott.] Did the Veil take that from me?

[ Scott takes her hands suddenly because he see that maybe she's spiraling a little. She helped him on the balcony. ]

No. No. [ He shakes his head. ] It hasn't happened for you. Probably for him. Honestly, I don't know much about it. You and him were spending a lot of time together. He was actually your anchor when we went looking for the Nemeton. You two got close after that. I wasn't thrilled, but I made my peace. [ He shrugs. ] I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner.

[She squeezes his hand when he offers it, trying to just think beyond the memories and the time that she has lost. All these things that happened that she doesn't know about, things that she has done or hasn't done and Scott and Isaac know about them and she doesn't. It's unsettling and for once she can actually understand why Stiles wouldn't want to know these things. It's scary. It feels like a part of you has just been cut off and filed away to never get reviewed. Like there was a test and she didn't get to take it herself. Someone else took it and everyone else knows what grade she got, but she's not allowed to see it.

Comparing it to a test is not helping her calm down.

She closes her eyes and tries to shut out the thought that there are a few other things in that answer that she doesn't know. How can someone else be her anchor? She's not a werewolf. Why would she need an anchor to go find the Nemeton? What is the Nemeton?

Taking in a slow, deep breath she just shoves it all aside. She opens her eyes as she exhales and shakes her head.]

It's okay, Scott. I wouldn't even know where to start if I knew things that someone else hadn't been through.

It's weird, though. It's just -- there's all these things that you know about, about me. Things that I don't know and I don't think it's keeping secrets, it's just... I don't know. [She lets out a nervous laugh.] I wish there was an easy way to figure out what to do.

[She glances to him.] I won't ask you about it. I mean, I think this is probably weird enough for you.

[ He could have gone into depth, but they were not exactly in the right venue for that. It's not easy to find the right time to reveal these things. But he was a little cornered. She could tell he was lying. He had to either give her this or drop the bomb. He didn't want to go that deep right not. Not after Scott's mental breakdown on the balcony. He wasn't sure if he was ready for her to put everything together just yet.

Scott frowns when she explains. Not because he's upset, but because he feels bad. This is a lot. He feels like he's going to be doing this a lot with his friends. He knows so much. He has so much information they're missing. ]

It's okay if you want to ask me about it though. I was dating Kira at the time so--I couldn't be that angry at him. [ She might as well know about Kira. Because he doesn't need that biting him in the ass at some point. ]

Maybe. [Her voice does lift up a bit with the word, unsure if she would want to ask him things. It's not just things that Scott knows, but it's an entire relationship that she doesn't remember. Feelings that she doesn't know if she should feel or -- and Scott and her had broken up. She had closed that chapter, but of course how foolish is she to have been thinking about anything here when she didn't even know what he'd had back home.

Her hand slips from his, not in a quick motion, but it's meant for a disconnect for her. She holds onto her hands, wringing them a bit.]

Probably not here. I should think about it. [She glances up at him, a hint of worry on her features that she probably doesn't do very well to cover up. She tries to focus on the good things. On the thought that they're here together, that they have things they can handle, like this, together and it will all eventually work out. She exhales a sigh and tries to smile.]

Who's Kira? [She tries to ask in a way that sounds actually, genuinely interested. Not in some way to try and give herself a reason to stop thinking about how wonderful it had been to be here at this party with him.]

[ He knew that she'd ask about Kira, but when she follows up all that with the question he looks a little like she's caught him under a spotlight. Lost. Not quite sure how he's supposed to answer that really. ]

She was my girlfriend back home. [ He says. It has to be voiced. ] She's a shifter too. [ It's been three years since he saw her though. Three long years. Scott isn't sure how he feels most days. He figures that's probably because out of sight then out of mind right? Isn't that how it goes? ]

[She hears the past tense again. The 'was' far more prominent in her mind this time. Maybe he wants to hear it more, but it at least feels a bit better than it had a moment ago. Of course, she's a shifter. She's someone that belonged in that world. Not a hunter that had ended up on the right side of things, but someone that understood the things that Scott had gone through.

Still, Allison puts on her best smile (bluff 14) that isn't her best, but she knows that this isn't the outcome Scott had wanted for tonight. She sniffs a little, trying to make sure that she isn't actually reacting more than she realizes (will save 18) and looks away as she tucks a strand of her hair behind her ear. Some nervous habits never go away no matter how much training she's done.

Looking at him again, she tries once more for a smile (bluff 12) ~~but the dice hate her~~.]

Let's go get a drink. [She just skips the rest of the conversation for now.]

[ He focuses directly on Allison. All his senses. Smell. Hearing. Sight. She's what's in his head right now (sense motive 15), but Scott doesn't say anything. He doesn't draw any unwanted attention to how she's feeling right now. Because it's a lot to take in and it's not fair of him to really call her out on all of this. He could make her talk to him in private, but that wouldn't help. Instead he just responds with a slight nod of his head at the drink idea. ]

[Another nod comes from her, in response to his silent agreement to just leaving this behind and trying to let her distract herself. It's not a good choice. It's hardly a responsible choice, but she doesn't know what else to do.

The first drink is a definite choice she has to make to finish it. She doesn't drink very often and when she does it's simple things that have a lot of fruit and fizz to them. She's always been too focused on her training to go out with everyone else and even at these parties she's stuck to the simple glass of champagne that she sips carefully through out the evening.

Allison doesn't start off with the soft ordering of a whiskey sour. She's not even sure if she'll like it, but her dad drank them. She figures that's at least a start. It burns the first few times she swallows, but eventually the burn mellows to warmth and she just clings to the glass, standing by Scott's side.

One drink transitions into three.

She doesn't cling so closely to Scott's side. Instead, she wanders a bit. She doesn't talk to anyone, but she does stop and try to think of something to say to someone across the way before deciding against it.

She can sense Scott lingering as she finishes up the fourth drink. She's leaning heavily against a pillar toward the side of the ballroom. She's not drunk, doesn't feel drunk at least (con 14), but she feels something. She feels upset, but she can't sort out how to even put that into words and she feels hurt by things that haven't even happened. She looks at Scott and her features fall a bit, the forlorn glance of already feeling upset that she ruined this for him.]

I'm sorry. I ruined this. This really nice. Really nice night. Until all that stuff. That stuff that I - the stuff that I don't. [She knows that it isn't that she doesn't know it, but that she hasn't lived it, but that just sounds more ridiculous to her.]

All that stuff.

[ He tries to have a drink with her, but alcohol does absolutely nothing to Scott so he just lingers. Watching her until she disappears. Sliding way to be on her own. Or maybe just be away from Scott. He understands that it's a lot to swallow. Maybe she just couldn't be around him after hearing about Isaac. Or Kira. Or all of it mixed together. He overloaded her and he knows it. He blames himself instantly the minute he loses sight of her. Gone like that.

Scott tries to look for her though. He catches glimpses. Finds her. Loses her. Finds her again. It's a repeated cycle that he can handle. Finally he catches back up to her. He lingers. He watches. Makes sure she doesn't fall or hurt herself. Not that he thinks she's a sloppy drunk, but something could happen. It takes a moment before it's registering that she's speaking to him. He smiles warmly at her. Trying to assure her with his face alone that nothing is ruined.

He steps closer and puts a warm hand on her shoulder. ] You didn't ruin anything, Allison. I promise. It's okay.

[She feels the tingle that builds in her sinuses, the one where tears could threaten to spill. She toughs it out tough (will save 19) and draws in a sharp breath. His touch is warm, her hand lifting to hold onto his arm, mostly his elbow for the moment.]

It doesn't feel okay, Scott. [She says it, but she's not even sure what it means, because she had just given him this amazing pep talk and here she is now feeling like nothing is going to be the same again. Her fingers slide from his elbow to his wrist and then she takes his hand and cradles it against her cheek, leaning into it as she closes her eyes. It's probably too much.

It is too much. She knows it, but as she swallows thickly she just lets this be something that's okay for the moment.

It feels like much longer that she lets it stay there, but eventually she lets it go and pushes her hands through her hair. She forgets that it's all pinned up nicely and her fingers get stuck, tugging a part of it out. She laughs, the quiet laugh of someone who doesn't really think it's funny, but just unfortunate.]

I should go.

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