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. ]

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[wishuponadjinn]

[It had been a while since Jordan had had any contact with Faye. He'd seen her in the library studying from the available spellbooks and had decided against spending time there during those particular hours. He'd done a good job at avoiding most people lately who weren't Faith or Fiona.

But he needed to practice his spells as well, especially if this came to war. And, he had to stop avoiding her and squash his anxiety about their next meeting. This was it.

He leans on the doorframe, watching for a minute more as she fires off another loud spell, and in the pause between he clears his throat gently before speaking.]

Room for one more?

[reallywicked]

[Of all the people she could have expected to run into, he's definitely not one of them. The hand she had raised from her spell casting slowly lowers.]

Yeah, sure. [She pushes her fingers through her hair.] I can set up more targets if you want.

[wishuponadjinn]

Thanks. [He pushes off the doorframe, walking to stand a few feet from her, giving each of them enough space to cast without hitting each other.]

I got it [he says with a casual wave of his hand, and there in front of them appear a line of actual targets, with bullseyes in various places and heights. They also all have just the faintest hint of glitter clinging to them.]

[reallywicked]

[She nods, a little impressed by the display.]

So what other tricks to you have up your sleeve?

[wishuponadjinn]

[He gauges her reaction, reaching up to scratch the back of his head before turning to consider the targets in front of them with a small shrug.] Mostly conjuration magic, like making wine, shimmer magic, flight, among other things. You've seen some of it.

[After a quiet moment, he reaches out a hand, the silver band around his wrist shining dully in the overhead light. Wordlessly, spells fly from his fingertips as a chain of lightning shoots out, hitting a four of the targets in the center and setting them on fire. ]

[reallywicked]

Yeah, but there's the other thing. [The wish stuff.] Can you just... undo all of this? Remove this jackass from existence or something?

[wishuponadjinn]

[Yes, technically he could just erase him from existence if the wish was done right and the loopholes were minimal [do you know what happened in Jordan's original cannon, bcuz that's exactly what happened]

But something like that would be catastrophic in more ways than he could count. He pinches the bridge of his nose, shaking his head in the negative.]

No, Faye. No. Not that. That can't happen, not like that. The repercussions would be far more catastrophic than you can even begin to imagine.

[reallywicked]

Okay, okay. Calm down. It was just a question. Desperate times or whatever.

[wishuponadjinn]

[his shoulders relax slowly, and he exhales a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding.]

Sorry I just... [his hand comes up to squeeze the back of his neck] Sorry. Not something I really want to even think about.

[reallywicked]

There's a lot of things no one wants to think about these days. [Harsh but true.] If you've got someone you trust to not overdo it, you might just... talk to them. Keep it in your back pocket. Just in case.

[wishuponadjinn]

[the first names that come to his mind would surprise no one. It may not be such a bad idea, if he trusted them, if they talked it out...

He shakes his head, and that thought, out of his mind. Look what had happened when his Father had done the same thing. He knew how this ended.

He gives a small nod, acknowledging her words. His focus shifts to her and her appearance in an attempt to gauge how she is doing (SM 22). Just because he despised what she had done doesn't mean he didn't understand why she did it. And he was still worried about her.]

How have you been, Faye?

[reallywicked]

Oh, the usual. Angry, frustrated, pretty much convinced the world is going to end at any moment. What about you?

[wishuponadjinn]

You know? Actually, right now, I'm feeling a bit like you, too. [The events of Earth 11 are still fresh in his mind, his anger bubbling up unexpectedly from deep within, thought to have been buried. He looks at the targets before them again as he raises his hand, fingertips crackling with unshed magic.

His eyes begin burning a bright, electric blue just as a blast of fire and heat and rage flashes towards the dummies, obliterating them in a burst of white-hot fire.]

[reallywicked]

See, I knew you were more than an awkward book nerd. [She says it fondly at least.] Is it just the W word sort of magic that's a big no-no then? Stuff like this doesn't rock the boat for you?

[wishuponadjinn]

[He stares at the burning dummies for a moment before answering her, the bright blue fire in his eyes dimming in stages.]

Yeah, the W word is the worst. This? This is all within my control. It's all my magic, W word included, but I don't have control over that, not really. This is all mine.

[reallywicked]

That's good, at least. That has to suck, though- having part of your magic that's not really yours.

[wishuponadjinn]

It's definitely not the most fun thing in the world, knowing if my bottle ends up in the wrong hands my magic could be used for something other than my intent.

[reallywicked]

[The mention of 'wrong hands' causes her gaze to drop briefly. She still feels bad for even entertaining the idea of using him for her own nefarious purposes.]

You ever think of establishing some sort of safe word? Something you could tell your friends that would let them know someone had your bottle, but wouldn't tip off the jerk who took it?