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

[killingtodeath]

[Seeing David is a welcome surprise. At least with David, he knows that he won't disappoint anyone if he doesn't talk much.]

'What happened.' That's the way I keep thinking about it, too. I can't even say it, y'know?

[generaldavideus]

You don't have to. I think everyone knows what you mean.

[Eventually he will, in order to have to make it real, but until then, he can phrase it however he wants. But he'll move inside and sit next to him, not really sure how to approach this.

If he were a soldier, David would know exactly what to tell him. But Stiles isn't a soldier - he's just a kid, knight or not.]

[killingtodeath]

[Stiles sits in silence for a long time. When he does speak, it's like he's in the middle of a conversation.]

I know there were a lot of people there, but... I mean both of them? I said goodbye to Abigail, at least, but... And it just feels like-- Lydia knew me. From before. She knew things about me I forgot. Like my dad. And now she's... [He leans over to bury his face in his hands.]

I feel like my past and my future got wiped out all at once. I don't know what I'm supposed to do.

[generaldavideus]

[He knows this is rough. He knows this feeling, of losing such a huge part of yourself in one fell swoop. He doesn't think Stiles would deal with it, the way he would - the way he did. But he at least knows where to start.]

I didn't either, when it happened to me. I know it feels like the future you wanted just got stolen from you, and in a lot of ways it did. But that doesn't mean the future is gone. You're a smart kid. I think you'll make the right choice.

[killingtodeath]

Is there a right choice? If there is, I'm not sure I'll realize it, let alone make it.

[generaldavideus]

An objective, one size fits all right choice that everyone can agree on? No. Not necessarily. But there'll be the right choice for you.

[There's a beat as he leans back in his seat, bracing his weight against the bed.]

I mean, my choice was to stay in a war torn post-apocalyptic hellscape that my psychopath of an ex-girlfriend released Neo Nazis with machine guns on people who didn't have anything more than swords and bows and arrows. Most people wouldn't have considered that the right one.

[killingtodeath]

So... basically not far off from what we're looking at? [humor helps him process shit. but also for real tho.]

[generaldavideus]

[He snorts a bit, before nodding.]

Yeah. Pretty much the same deal.

[killingtodeath]

So I'm definitely going to look super buff on the other side of this, right? [Speaking of, he reaches back and pulls out Abigail's dagger. He looks at it for a moment before gesturing with it towards his trusty baseball bat leaning against his dresser.]

No matter what I do, I think I need to get back to figuring out how to fight.

[generaldavideus]

Hellsing is probably going to be running their own group training sessions, but if you want to start working one-on-one again, I should be here.

[ ... provided he doesn't die in this dangerous recon mission he's getting sent on. >.>]

[killingtodeath]

[Hmmm he might have to drop in on those Hellsing sessions to do some recon for Cora.]

I'd like to work with you again, if you're up for it.

[generaldavideus]

[David nods, because part of him prefers Stiles works with him too.]

We can start first thing in the morning.

[killingtodeath]

Thanks. [He really means it, even if it's hard to convey that sort of genuine gratitude in single syllables.]

[generaldavideus]

Of course.

[He reaches over to give Stiles' shoulder a small squeeze before getting to his feet.]

I need to check on a few things, but I can come back, if you want.

[killingtodeath]

I'll be here. [He's not really in much mood for socializing, so leaving his room isn't high on his priority list right now.]

[generaldavideus]

[David nods in agreement, and he'll head out to check in on the few people he needs to check on. He'll be back, though, just so Stiles doesn't have to be alone. /scene]