flight ♔ pride can stand a thousand trials

[dragonsclaw]

I'm Kissing You - Des'ree

WHO || Failboat [closed]
WHAT || The Knights return in the wake of the Keijen Blade concert, much worse for the wear
WHERE ||On a plane
WHEN || Directly after the concert
HOW || Actionspam or prose

The mood is darker than it's ever been as the Knights' plane takes off from the blackening skies above Los Angeles, which continue to spread out after them.  They expected a trap, they expected the worst, but what actually happened dwarfed even those dire expectations.

Painful revelations about their teammates themselves, followed by the separation of Vi from the team, and then being forced to watch Blade enact a dark ritual in the concert-hall-turned-dark-temple that culminated in the sacrifice of hundreds, including the deaths of those who had been on the mission back-up team were only the beginning.  Realizing at the last moment that Crombe still had no understanding of what Blade was truly doing, the team made a last minute bid to change his mind and get him to stop the ritual, but it was far too late, and as things escalated quickly, the Nightmare God Malaak'a was freed from his prison, the seal broken with the final step - Nadia's death.  The god himself appeared before them, and Blade stood triumphantly behind him - only to use the dagger soaked in Nadia's blood to plunge into his father, and usurp his power for his own, ascending to some sort of deity-like powers himself.  

This scene lies further and further behind them now, the images forever etched in their minds, and the silent forms of two of their teammates - one mysteriously incapacitated, the other dead, act as haunting reminders on their journey back towards the castle of what has befallen and what may be to come.

Comments

[attollores]

[She worries her lower lip between her teeth, thinking on his question a moment before answering.

Sure, she had magic, but could that be effective against what Blade had become?]

That's not something I can answer for you, love. All I can say is it comes down to what you're willing to give. [and he had already given so, so much. More than any one person should have to give. But here he was again, back with them after everything he and Myri had been through.]

And magic, abilities beyond the norm, and demonic allegiances aside, no one is ever without a place in a fight to save the world, to save those we hold most dear. If being a Knight these years past has taught me anything, it is that no matter what skills you do and do not have, there is always more to you than you know. You are far more capable of saving what needs to be saved because of your experiences so far in this world, and the lessons you've learned from those experiences.

It may come down to something only you, or Gar, or Mark can do in order to tip the scales in our favor, or it may not. But I believe in you. I believe in all of you, and that we are all here, now, and involved in this for a reason.

[65]

[he smiles a little, but it doesn't quite reach his eyes. he hears alainn's words, and values them, but reconciling them with everything they'd just experienced ... it was hard to believe that there was anything he could really do to tip those scales.]

Thank you. I hope you're right.

[as little faith as he has, some part of him still wants to believe that she could be. or else he'd just go back to the basement after they were off the plane lbr.]

[attollores]

[She gives him another hug, the only thing else she can think of to offer any kind of comfort where she knew words could only do so much.]

I hope so as well, love. [It's said softly, her voice laced with understanding as she lets him go and turns to take her seat again, allowing him to go back to Myri.]