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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stiles | open

[killingtodeath]

[Anyone that has known Stiles for the last few years in the Knighthood would notice the change in his demeanor. Ever since the news of the situation at LA came through, he's been falling into a very dark place. The later confirmation that Lydia was on the mission as well only sent him spiraling further. He's hanging out, but barely.

He keeps himself busy during the day, doing a little training with Abigail's knife he's taken to carrying. At night, he holes up in the rec rooms and zones out to tv until he eventually falls asleep. He's not sleeping much. He's hardly eating. He's just sort of coasting and trying not to have a breakdown while trying to keep up appearances enough to keep people from worrying about him, if he can.]

[risked]

[Having most of Stiles memories tied to Scott meant that Stiles doesn't really associate her with the group. She's okay with that. Scott left with all of his secrets and Allison felt like she was better for it. She filled her time with missions and made sure that her and Lydia were okay with her death. She never expected things to go the other way around and even though she knows that it's illogical, she still feels that thought creeping in. The thought that she's alive and this time Lydia isn't.

She feels as if she's lost everything. All the time she spent focused on missions and she should have been there for her friend more. They talked about Lydia going to Ireland, they did spend time together -- but it doesn't feel like it had been enough.

Allison walks past the rec room and catches a familiar line of dialog from a movie. Pausing, she spots Stiles and decides to join him.]

Don't worry, I've seen this. You won't have to catch me up. [She doesn't ask if she can join him. She just does.]

[killingtodeath]

[When he sees Allison, he sits up straighter, trying to take up less space on the couch that he was sprawled across before. He probably should have sought her out. He knows how close they were, even if his memories of her back in Beacon Hills are still so foggy.]

It's almost over. You can pick the next one, if you want.

[risked]

[She settles in a bit more, still keeping herself nested inward a bit.]

We can see what it suggests once the credits roll. Maybe there's some hidden treasure of a film just waiting.

[killingtodeath]

[He nods.]

That's how I found this one. [He's been here for awhile.]

[risked]

Tried and true method. [She's okay with the silence, too. It's actually comforting to just be near someone that she knows. Even if he doesn't know her.]

How long have you been in here?

[killingtodeath]

Most of the day. [And by that, he means he slept here last night.] Just trying to keep my mind off... everything.

[animalistic]

[She smells him. Which is creepy. She knows it's creepy, but it's also not something she can just stop doing. What she can stop doing is following him when she does smell him -- except with everything that's gone on, she feels like she should keep an eye on him.

In Beacon Hills, if it had been her, she knows that Stiles would have kept an eye on her. He would have followed her and made sure she ate. Not that he'd bring her a deer or anything, but he'd bring her pizza.

Thankfully, she's managed to not stalk him through the halls. She just pauses when she catches his scent and tries to figure out where he's going and then heads off on her way. This time, though, she opts not to avoid him. She's worried about him and she knows that's okay. It's an okay thing to feel.]

I have Frazzles. [She raises the bag of chips. Crisps. Whatever. She got the bacon ones, because they at least smelled like bacon.] I don't understand the name, because I thought Frazzle was like hectic and these aren't very hectic. Food can't be hectic.

Have you eaten?

[killingtodeath]

Ruffles are on clothes, but also chips. Sometimes names don't make sense. [Kind of like how Stiles isn't really a name, but it's the only one he remembers.]

No, but I'm fine. I'll get something later. [He probably won't. Especially with chips so close and easy to grab, not taking any additional thought or effort.] Are those any good?

[animalistic]

[She glances into the bag at the greasy-bacon-flavored fried potato pieces.]

They need... something. [She makes a face, trying to discern what it is. Meat. They need meat. Real bacon. Not fake flavoring. And a burger. And a milkshake. And a steak. And a pizza.]

Here. Help me figure it out. [She offers him some, holding the open bag toward him.]

[killingtodeath]

[He gets what she's doing, but he doesn't mind it. It's nice of her. He appreciates. And as he reaches into the bag of chips, it's clear that it's working. He pops one into his mouth and chews it slowly.]

Bacon flavored things just make me wish it was actual bacon.

[animalistic]

Yeah. That's definitely true. [She glances to the front of the bag.]

I don't like the bacon they put on potatoes and in salads, either. [She doesn't actually eat salads. For the record.] Those little pieces are dumb.

[killingtodeath]

Tiny bacon is better than no bacon. But I prefer actual freshly crumbled bacon every time.

[impetere]

[Cora said she would be back, and she meant it. Especially after talking to Derek, and especially with the announcement that came later. She thinks ahead enough to swing by the kitchen, fixing them both a sandwich, before heading to the TV room and sitting down next to him.

She places one sandwich on the coffee table, then settles back, crossing her legs in front of her. At first she's quiet, not really knowing what to say, before eventually settling on the most important thing to her at the moment.]

Are you staying?

[She wouldn't blame him if he didn't. If she wasn't so angry about what was taken from her, she isn't sure she'd be staying either.]

[killingtodeath]

[He hasn't retained a single line of dialogue in the movie he's watching. He couldn't recall a single plot point if you put a gun to his head. He's just... there. Processing it all, slowly.

When Cora joins him, he glances at her, but doesn't say anything until she does.]

I wouldn't have anywhere else to go. [All of the people he knows live here, work here. He's built an entire life in another dimension here. Leaving would feel like losing everything twice over.] What about you?

[impetere]

[She nods slowly for a moment, playing with her sandwich and swallowing hard.]

I don't want to leave until they pay for what they did.

[To Abigail. She wants them to pay for what they did to Abigail.]

But I don't trust Hellsing either.

[killingtodeath]

I'm with you on that one. Especially with them talking about traitors among us or whatever. But we're definitely supposed to trust these guys? No thanks.

[impetere]

[Thank you for your naturally suspicious nature, Stiles.]

That and they tried to kill me once.

[Did she tell him about this? It feels like forever ago - four years ago, maybe more, but Hales have long memories and they don't forget.]

So naturally I'm a little concerned about the people like me.

[killingtodeath]

[We can say she told him so this isn't the same convo as with Faye?]

Do you think they can tell? I mean- just by looking at you guys?

because I'm slow and just found your open tag

[grumpypuppy]

[and Derek will happen to walk in, seeing Stiles training with the knife. He stood in the doorway a moment, a silent judging shadow. When he has seen enough, he will take a step in]

Stiles.

[killingtodeath]

[The sound of his name makes him jump, because he didn't expect anyone to find him in here. It's not like he trains a ton these days.]

Hey, man.

[grumpypuppy]

Do you want some help with that? [nodding to the knife]

[killingtodeath]

[He's really not in a place to turn down any help.]

Yeah, sure- if you're offering. I don't really know what I'm doing.

[grumpypuppy]

[he'll just come closer, looking at the knife Stiles is working with]

which way are you the most comfortable holding it?

[killingtodeath]

Uh... [He grips the handle and holds it out.]

Are there lots of ways to hold a knife?