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Sir Hasmed ([personal profile] eldritchweaver) wrote in [community profile] knightsoflegend2017-09-23 09:19 am

chapter five ♔ it'll be a day like this one when the sky falls down



the blues - switchfoot
WHO || The Knights
WHAT || Failboat returns from the disaster in LA as the Knighthood goes on lockdown
WHERE || The castle, London
WHEN || Directly after this, Fall 2017
HOW || Actionspam


Hasmed's announcement does not brook any rebuttal: all Knights are recalled to the Castle, where they must remain until the Section Heads and Jack Chessing have spoken about the events in Los Angeles that have left the Knighthood without their usual leader.  

The entire Los Angeles area is now covered with a dark miasma that has interfered with any signals that might be sent out from phones, etc., leaving the whole world wondering what exactly is happening down there.  Final images showed horrendous monsters, a panic of citizens, looting and violence from humans and Shadowkind alike.  

Hasmed has warned of extra magical wards on the castle, and anyone arriving will immediately take notice of one very prominent one: above the entire roof of the excessively large building hovers a black and red sigil in the air, a pentagram in a circle surrounded by runes or words in an unknown language, stretching for miles.  

[ This is the social log for post-LA lockdown.  Failboat must complete the top log before being allowed to tag outside of it. ]
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[personal profile] trigeminalheadache 2017-10-02 11:46 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Maybe it's old habit, but Caitlin can't bring herself to drink right now, not in a time of crisis like this. No matter how much she wants to, to wash away the bad taste of the images still present when she closes her eyes.

So admittedly, the bar is an odd place for her to be right now. But she feels a bit useless because there's nothing she can really do to be productive right now. And she's sick of the sight of her own room. The bar doesn't seem to be all that crowded, and it'll do for now.

The soft clatter of metal and something heavier on wood draws her attention. She doesn't know him -- she doesn't know anyone really aside from Barry and Cisco. She doesn't know who means what to whom, but she knows that look. Caitlin wore something similar when Ronnie died.

She's careful, quiet, as she approaches. Her fingers close around the top of an empty chair next to him, and she hesitates a moment before speaking.
]

I'm sorry for your loss.