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

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

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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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[He doesn't hear from her particularly often, but every time he does, it's something of a relief.]

Of course. Where?

[Short and to the point. Text conversations were never his forte.]

[ She's not stupid enough to have him meet her here - Dean's room, at least. (Wis 18 lmao) ]

My room in 5?

[Good job, Rose.]

That's fine. I'll knock.

[Which he does, precisely five minutes later on the dot. He's still very punctual, clearly.]

[She, however, is not punctual. Nothing has changed there either, but LBR she probably had to spend those five minutes telling Dean what she was doing and insisting that he didn't need to come with her. We just don't know.

Turning the corner into the Hide Wing, Rose stops at the end of the hall, watching as Dimitri knocks on the door to her room. In light of all that's happened since she saw him last, in light of what they were about to do? It was hard not to look at him now without trying to remember how life had been when it was simpler.

With a soft huff of air, she shakes her head, dismissing that idea. Life, as she knew it, had never been simple.]

Sorry...

[Calling out to him as she pushed herself down the hall, Rose trying for something close to cheerful but the strain of doing so was a little too much. She looked weary and older, so much older than she had the last time he'd seen her. Like she'd been carrying the weight of the world on her shoulders for far too long.]

I got ah... caught up.

[At least he doesn't particularly look surprised by this turn of events. If anything, he expected it.

Not everything has changed.

He looks a little different, slightly older by comparison. His hair is a bit longer too, half of it pulled back away from his face. His looks pleased to see her, but not jubilant. Now is not the time for mirth.]

It's not a problem. I have nowhere else to be, not today.

[Though that will likely change once Hellsing arrives.]

[Not to her he didn't. To her he looked very much like the Dimitri that she had always known, only now his hair didn't fall free from his ponytail, no matter how many times he pulled it back.]

Yeah... seems to be a lot of people with nothing to do today.

[She sounded, off. Distracted, but in light of what was happening, that was hardly unexpected.

Gesturing to the door, Rose opens it and allows him to enter, throwing a quick look over her shoulder as if to be sure nobody was around before closing it behind them.

She pulls in a deep breath, shoulders shuddering with the sigh that follows, silence hanging in the air as she struggles to figure out where to even begin.]

This uh, recall. Is it permanent? I mean, are you sticking around for a while?

[She suspected yes but really, she wasn't asking because she didn't know. She was asking because she was buying time to work out what to even tell him.]

[He seems oblivious to some of her tics (wisdom crit fail), simply attributing everything to typical Guardian precautions.]

For the time being, yes. Until the situation has been resolved.

[One way or another.]

Right... Makes sense, I guess.

[Rose paces the length of the room, her mind working overtime as a million thoughts and words zipped around but when she turned back to face him, the speech she was trying to construct slipped away, a grave expression all that remained.]

You should probably sit.

[It sounded ominous and yet she supposed that was the intent, for Dimitri to realise just how serious all this was, even in the face of an apocalypse.]

[Dimitri takes pretty much everything seriously, but that's particularly troubling.

He takes a seat in a chair, crossing an ankle over the opposite knee, his expression grave.]

Something has happened. [Something else.] What is it?

[Rose watches as he folds himself into the chair in a way that was far too graceful for his frame, taking another steadying breath before moving to perch on the bed across from him.

It's not lost on her that he's sitting in a chair she thinks of as Sam's, when the first day she'd met Dean, he'd been mistaken for him.]

I'm not sure how much you've heard yet... about what's happened? I was part of the Team that was there in L.A.

[There was a time when he would have known all of this without her having to explain, but now... Three years is a very long time.]

I heard there were several deaths of knights present. That Wynn had to be left behind.

[His brows furrow.]

Plenty of people have been panicking, calling this the Apocalypse. I'm not entirely sure how bad it is, though it must be if we've been called from other branches like this.

[Even hearing those words; Wynn had to be left behind, is enough to visibly wound her. Regret and despair flitting across her features, before she can push it down again.]

There was... No choice. [But it's clear she doesn't fully believe that. She could have stayed. Should have stayed. He would never have left her behind.]

It's about as bad as it can get and without Wynn... [She shakes her head, a flicker of anger there as well. What she wouldn't give to get in one or two good hits on Hasmed and Solace before she left.

If that was all he really knew, however, then there was a good chance he hadn't caught up on the latest. This conversation would have been a whole lot easier if she didn't have to be the one to tell him the big stuff.]

Hasmed and Solace have taken it upon themselves to take over the Knights. They think Wynn isn't any good and they believe my Team has been compromised. [A beat.] And they're not... entirely wrong...

[How the Hell - mind the choice of words - was she supposed to explain that after years of keeping it a secret.]

Do you believe in God? [Badly, apparently, if your name is Rose.] I don't mean, Gods like... what a lot of the Cleric around here are into. I mean, Heaven, Hell. The bible?

It's worse than it looks from the surface, isn't it?

[She's too concerned, and she's at the heart of this entire thing. It makes sense that there would be airs put on by the higher-ups.

He's not expecting where this conversation tilts, though.]

I do. Perhaps not everything down to the last detail, but I like to think a good deal of it is true. [With everything else that's fact on this side of the Veil, it makes it all seem much more likely, too.] Why?

[There was no point sugar coating it. Somebody left behind had to know exactly what they were dealing with and Rose doubted that Solace and Hasmed could be trusted to be on the level with everyone.

It was more than that though. More than just Blade, The Mind Master, the chaos that was the Knights now. Hell had somehow managed to get its claws into everyone she held dear. When he was away, maybe he was safe, but coming back to the Castle could change things, especially if she wasn't here to watch his back.]

Because it's going to make what I have to tell you a whole lot easier to swallow. [She lifts her hand, runs it over her mouth, trying to draw the words out but there was still as much danger in knowing too much as there was in knowing too little.]

Around about the time of Lila and Silar's wedding... I realized something was, off, about Elena. So I started kind of, keeping an eye on her I guess. [Rose lifting her shoulders in an infinitesimal shrug, half knowing there was something wrong in spying on a teammate, but feeling pretty vindicated given what they knew now.] She'd changed. Not in a normal, trying new things kind of way, it was like? Like she was a completely different person.

[Why she was drawing this part out Rose couldn't say. Maybe because it delayed the inevitable moment when she finally had to put it into words for the first time. It was bad enough knowing how screwed up this all was, but saying it out loud, made it worse somehow.]

Dean and I started to do a little digging and found out that Des's Husband - [Her fist clenches at her side, nails piercing skin in her attempt to keep her emotions in check.] The man you would have seen the night of Luthir and Vi's wedding? Is in fact the Archdevil, Azrael.

Yes, I remember him.

[His voice sounds sort of distant, like he's trying to put all of this information together into something that actually makes sense. It seems like so much, but he attempts to digest it as best he can.

Hearing about Elena doesn't exactly bring up the greatest memories, either.]

You're saying that he brought the literal Devil to that wedding? [He's taking this seriously, Rose, but it's a lot.] What does this have to do with Elena?

Not The Devil. A Devil. [This might be easier to explain if she'd ever done more than flip through 'The good Book'.] Think of the Bible as like, a Tabloid Magazine for Heaven.

[Bunch of stories, some rooted in a modicum of fact but it gets so twisted it's mostly slanderously inaccurate.]

Nine Archdevils, Nine layers of hell. [Trying to illustrate with her hands.] It's a whole... thing.

[Dean would be much better at explaining this but Rose imagined Dean might be happier if she weren't explaining this at all.]

Elena is involved in this because she's involved with the Archdevil you think of as The Devil. [A beat.] Lucifer. [Another.] She's the Queen of Hell.

[Sure that's one way to explain this gently.]

[He leans forward at some point in the midst of her talking, leaning his forearm against his thighs, head bowed slightly as if his head suddenly feels too heavy.]

That's more than just a...thing, Roza.

[Rose is a lot of things, but she isn't crazy, and she isn't a liar. However, it's difficult to just accept that without a word and move on.]

How long have you been dealing with this?

[There weren't many people that could hear something like that and not be sizing her up for a straightjacket. Fewer still, who would be less worried about the what, where, why, and more worried about her.

She tried to summon a half smile at his words, but it looks more like a grimace, her hands clasped together as she mirrors his pose.]

Forever, it feels like. [She shakes her head, trying to pinpoint when it started but she'd been dealing with Hell in one way or another since...] Right before Andres, I guess?

[Well that's...not the greatest timing, is it?

He sure picked a great time to pack up and leave. Then again, he'd thought he'd been doing what was best for both of them considering the circumstances.

He shakes his head in response, not to anything in particular, but just to express his unhappiness at this entire situation.]

Rose, I'm so sorry. [He doesn't even quite nowhere to start.] I can't even begin to know what any of this even means. How are we supposed to combat something like this?

[This seems like even more than dealing with the gods of this world. The divine and the fallen walking among them? How does he even...srsly.]

[If he hadn't left then she doubted they'd be able to sit here and have this conversation at all, and despite what Dean might think about it, it was one she needed to have.

His words see a grimace touch her lips, a flash of understanding like she knew where his head was spinning and she now had to alter its direction.]

You, don't. [She could tell him she wanted to mount an attack on Hell, right at the heart of it and he'd be the first to be by her side, but she would never allow that.]

Telling you this much? I'm not doing you any favors here. The less you know, the less you're involved in this stuff? The safer it is, not just for you but for me too.

[She would never accept something like this and while Dimitri was very good at putting on a controlled front? She wasn't stupid enough to think he'd be happily told to step aside. They weren't so different at their core.]

Elena can, steal faces and read thoughts. Des... inserted himself into the lives of everyone close to me. [She shook her head, a flash of anger there, as much for herself as it was for Des.] I won't have them using you to get to me.

[He looks both confused and frustrated, for good reason. After all, Rose is right; being told to sit on the sidelines isn't his favorite thing.]

You're telling me that you want me to do nothing?

[He understood very quickly why, but that didn't mean he enjoyed it. After all, Elena already had used him, and that was apparently even before Rose had learned about all this.]

I'm telling you... [She at least looks apologetic in that moment, like she honestly wishes she could tell him anything other than this.]

That you have to do nothing. Maybe it would have been better if I hadn't told you, but... You're back here and, I'm not going to be around to look out for you.

[He lets that sit in his head for a moment, weighing her words against the expression on her face, then finally gives her a single nod.]

If you think that's best, though I'm sure you realize how difficult it is for me to agree to that.

I do. I've spent the better part of the last couple of years, having to not do anything.

[It wasn't quite the same, but it was still having a problem that she couldn't fight with her fists.]

And I know you. [Still. Even after everything.] So I wouldn't ask it of you if it weren't absolutely necessary.

[His gaze is steady as he looks at her, weighing her words, the way she delivers them. She's dead serious and he's not going to question it.]

You know that if you do need anything, you can ask me.

[But he'll do as she wants. Nothing. Unless she changes her mind down the line.]

I'll be careful.

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