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

Sark & Sydney | SUPREMELY BACKDATED... except not really because it's been like a day in game time.

[certainproclivity]

[With news of the lockdown, there's still a particular elephant in the room. A blonde, spy-shaped elephant, who, even after fulfilling his end of his deal with one Audrey Peterson behind bars, has actually remained in the castle. For the most part, he's been closing out loose ends, giving information for the knights to investigate leads on things they might have missed and earning his keep through intelligence versus any kind of hard work. His well is running dry, so it's become sort of a will-he-or-won't-he game as to whether he'll stay on, become a squire, do the whole process, or simply vanish into the wind as an ally.

Sark doesn't exactly give anyone the impression of a good ally, given how easily he sold out every single one of his previous employers, but he also hasn't left himself much room to be anything else. With it now becoming evident that if he were to leave, he wouldn't be able to return until this mess is cleared up somehow, it seems his idly flirting with the idea has to go somewhere. It's not like he has anything keeping him here except a certain boredom with a world that isn't his own and enterprises that don't seem to bear much fruit. He likes to come out on the winning end- this world has a strange assortment of winners.

And he's not fucking around with the kinds of things Audrey Peterson was fucking around with.

So that leaves his other option- he certainly doesn't have much cause to stay, except for one, specific case. The case of one Sydney Bristow who has probably had more than her fair share of hair-pulling moments centered around him being... himself. All according to his design, really. Leaving her frustrated and unsatisfied would probably delight him, and yet...

Well, here he is, knocking on her door, not long after the announcement.] Agent Bristow, I do believe your organization is imploding, but may I come in, anyway?

[superswank]

[ sydney is crouched at the desk in her room over a laptop, where she's been researching as much as she can find about what's happening. when she hears sark's voice, she lifts her head, blinking rapidly as her lips purse in agitation ] Now is not a great time.

[certainproclivity]

Obviously not. I have quite a few good memories of Los Angeles- the one on the other side of the Veil.

[He eyes her, carefully, remaining in the doorway with his hands behind his back.] As do you, presumably.

[superswank]

[ she does, but she does not seem to be in a sharing mood. ] What do you want.

[certainproclivity]

I'm beginning to think all the "fun and games," as it were, is at an end. As it stands, I almost nothing more to give this organization, and it does seem like they have bigger issues at hand.

[superswank]

... You're leaving. [ it seems obvious, now. how she feels about that is a little harder to discern ]

[certainproclivity]

I haven't quite decided yet. [he rolls the words over his tongue, his affected accent making the words very slow and deliberate.] Perhaps I've only been waiting for a reason to stay.

[superswank]

The world falling to pieces out there isn't enough of one?

[certainproclivity]

Well, it's certainly a factor. Though I'm not certain the new management has any place for someone who hasn't sworn to their organization.

[superswank]

So maybe this is your chance to man up.

[certainproclivity]

You almost sound like you're trying to convince me, Agent Bristow.

[shit-eating smirk.]

[superswank]

Or maybe we need everyone we can get right now.

[certainproclivity]

Indeed. I thought perhaps I was done with men with delusions of grandeur and destructive impulses when I decided Mr. St. Andrew and I were an ill fit for a partnership and turned against him.

This is far worse.

[And he wasn't really that helpful in that fight either from anything more than an intelligence perspective. let's be real, Sydney. he is not that useful.

but he's also arrogant. and a little bitch.]

[superswank]

Are you planning to turn against us, then? Sell out to Blade to save your skin?

[certainproclivity]

That seems counterproductive. What would I do when he's ravaged this world? I think I'm ill-suited to a true apocalypse.

[To prove it, he picks imaginary lint off his suit.] If I were to leave, I would just wait this out somewhere.

[superswank]

If everyone adopts that attitude, how do you think this is going to end?

[certainproclivity]

Don't be dramatic, Agent Bristow. There will always be people willing to throw their lives into the cause.

[He eyes her cautiously.] Do you think I'm one of them?

[It could be a sardonic question, but there's an... odd trace of honesty there. Sark has context for his own life and his relationship with Sydney that she lacks. It will always throw an imbalance into their relationship here.

Had he asked this question back home, he would have received a flat "no," and that would be the end of it. The circumstances here are more dire. He has no masters to serve and hasn't for a long time. A part of him is just highly attuned to being told what to do until it suits him to stop listening.

There is no forward or back here, unless he can be sure of something.]

[disguised]

[ her face is stony as she rises at his words, taking a challenging step in his direction ] I think you've probably lived most of your life as a coward.

Now seems like a pretty good reason to try something else.

[certainproclivity]

[Sark remains where he is, canting his head a bit as she steps closer- almost inviting her to keep bridging the gap.]

I wonder how many people have committed to this organization simply because it guarantees a better chance of survival. [a smirk plays across his lips.] But I do live in this world. Saving it seems to make more sense than anything else.

[disguised]

[ well TOO BAD, she STOPS RIGHT HERE ] Have you ever had a single motivation in your entire life that wasn't completely selfish?

[certainproclivity]

[He can wait.] I believe you already know the answer to that question.

[superswank]

You've literally never cared about anyone else?

[certainproclivity]

[jeopardy music.mp3

actually that's a fucking lie, because he remembers Allison, and how that ended up and where compassion got him, even if he can't quite remember everything that happened.]

Not that I recall. [(bluff... 36. HE ROLLED A SIXTEEN TWICE, OKAY. I DIDN'T WANT THIS. THE DICE WANTED THIS.)] It's a weakness in our line of work. Surely, I don't have to tell you that.

[superswank]

[ wow that was the shittiest sense motive ever. fuck you, dice ]

I've already told you. We? Are not the same. Stop pretending that we are.

[certainproclivity]

It's not pretending if it's true. You're not capable of normal any more than I am. Tell me you don't walk into a building without formulating an exit strategy, as if a simple errand could turn into an attack. Or that you don't know what items you have on hand will make the best improvised weapons if you're caught unarmed. It's instinct coded into your brain just as it is mine. You can't ignore it and you certainly can't deny it. And, more than that, no one will understand it.