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

[ambitionist]

[he snorts] Probably not. On the bright side, I was making serious coin, so I have enough money to just coast for awhile. When I'm broke, then maybe we'll see about my return to mob life, I guess.

[panaceum]

So you want to be my very financially extravagant couch surfer? [ her smirk indicates she's just ribbing him and clearly doesn't mind ] We should come up with a plan at least, to try to keep this from Dad's notice.

[ambitionist]

[surprised (because he's dumb):] You'd let me stay with you long term?

[panaceum]

[ quickly: ] I mean, if you want.

[ambitionist]

[also quickly:] Yeah, sure, I'd like that. I just didn't want to put you out or anything. We can ... work something out, do whatever, to get around your dad.

[panaceum]

Real big on the specifics.

[ambitionist]

I know, right? [he snorts] No, no, look. I'm just saying, I'm willing to ... I don't know. Go out during the day, hang out at Starbucks. I don't fucking know. The cat might need a little more than that, though. She's not going to want to hide under your bed forever. [even though that's still what she's doing right now but it's totally not the point, ok.]

[panaceum]

We probably need to make you a new fake identity.

[ambitionist]

Do I get a free sandwich with my tenth one? I should've been keeping track on a punchcard. [he has a wallet full of fake ids. it's fine. piffy probably made some and/or most of them.] I'm game. Identity me up.

[panaceum]

You trust me to pick you a name? That usually doesn't end well.

[ambitionist]

Give me one, and I'll approve or veto it. Or improve on it.

[panaceum]

[ she stares at him for a bit, before saying: ] Victor.

[ambitionist]

Ugh, no. My sister is Victoria. Too close to home. We can stay Russian, though.

[panaceum]

Well, you don't look like a Boris.

[ambitionist]

Oh, fuck you. Boris, seriously? [he makes a face like he was confronted by vegetables.] What about Sergei? I knew a Sergei once, he was pretty cool.

[panaceum]

That's kinda hot. Let's go with that.

[ambitionist]

Cool. Sergei ... Sokolov. Yeah, that works. Am I gonna have a sketchy past, or am I a straight-laced ... whatever that you lured to the dark side?

[panaceum]

I like the implication that I corrupted you.

[ambitionist]

[he leans in with a grin] You’re very corrosive.

[panaceum]

[ she leans up, eyes dancing ] You know how to sweet talk a girl.

[ambitionist]

[he seizes the moment and gives her a quick kiss on the lips, but then ruins it by pulling away and ... being himself, tbh.] Right? That was some fuckin' romantic shit right there.

[someone save him from himself tbh]

[panaceum]

[ she leans back towards him, smirking ] Good boys don't talk like that.

[ambitionist]

Ugh, you're right. I'm gonna have to not sound like Brooklyn trash, which I don't think I'm capable of.

[panaceum]

What if you just did a really cute accent?

[ambitionist]

I don't think I have a really cute accent. I can do Russian, but it's just me imitating my grandma. My British is like ... like Bert the chimney sweep. [his disguise roll was a 12 so like it's not THAT bad but also you can see the real effort he's putting forth here:] Pip pip, cheerio, bangers and mash, I'm a cunt.