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

[eldritchweaver]

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. ]

Comments

will | ota

[mydesigns]

[after the day the concert and subsequent wreckage in los angeles goes down … will graham basically disappears. for a long time (in the context of current events in this timeline so maybe a few days idek). and then he's back. seeming … well, stand-offish as usual. so maybe he's fine. he spends a lot of time with his dogs on the grounds. you can also catch him almost on the firing range -- aka he goes, sees hellsing back on their dumb shit, and goes you know what maybe i'll take up crochet aka he turns around.]

[telekinection]

[ tia watches him walk away from the range, catches that change of intention and speaks up ] It seems like they're everywhere.

[mydesigns]

[flatly] I don't like it. The castle was crowded enough for my tastes before.

[telekinect]

No argument there. Not to mention, we're all dealing with a lot right now, with all this change and worrying about what's to come. It'd be nice to be able to do that with some privacy.

[mydesigns]

I don't know how much longer I can take any of it. It's all-- it's too much.

[telekinect]

[ she gives him a look for a second, before blinking ] Oh... I'm sorry. I forgot that she was your--

[mydesigns]

[strained, because the more he has to talk about it the more real it is and he is Not Dealing Well:] They. My daughter and my fiancee.

[telekinection]

My God. [ the words expel quietly on a breath, but she limits her sympathy to that ] Have you been seeing anyone about it?

[mydesigns]

I don't like being psychoanalyzed. [the words come out sharply, like his own little sarcastic joke with himself, but he quickly breaks.] I— I don't— I can't—

[telekinection]

It's alright. You don't have to defend yourself. It's your life.

I wish I could help.

[mydesigns]

[he doesn't know tia very well but just keeps spilling because the flood gates have opened and whatever tbh.]

I'd give anything to not feel this anymore. I feel so lost, so empty... I don't know what to do. I can't keep going like this.

[telekinection]

[ she hesitates a bit, staring at him out of the corner of her eye ] You haven't been... thinking of hurting yourself, have you?

[mydesigns]

Would it make a difference?

[telekinection]

Things are only going to get worse before they get better. We need you. The world needs all of us.

Trying to deal with all of that on top of your loss... I could see how that might feel like too much for a person. That's a lot to bear.

[mydesigns]

[he shakes his head.] I don't feel like there's room inside of me for anything else.

[telekinection]

[ she goes quiet for a long moment, before asking quietly: ] What are you going to do?

[mydesigns]

I don't know. I... I don't know.

[telekinection]

Maybe I can... Maybe I can help.

[mydesigns]

[cautiously, afraid to be to hopeful:] How?

[telekinection]

I'm a telepath. That means more than just reading minds. I can-- manipulate them. Change them.

It's not something most people would approve of.

[mydesigns]

[he takes a second to think about what she's saying, what it would mean.]

I'm not most people. And I can't — I can't keep going like this. It's not sustainable. I'll do it.

[telekinect]

If I do this, it ... won't be reversible. If I leave remnants of a memory buried, even locked away, your mind will sense something is wrong. It might drive you insane.

I have to... delete them.

[mydesigns]

Okay.

[he says it quickly because he knows if he stops to think about it, he'll have second thoughts. and he can't. and besides, he lost who knows what from the veil and still feels okay as far as he knows, so ... this is what's best. yep. ]

[telekinection]

Are you certain this is a decision you want to rush?

[mydesigns]

If I don't rush it, there may not be a decision to make.

[damn son]