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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[eldritchweaver]

Very well then. That should be a simple enough request, should the time come.

[undealt]

There is... One other thing. [Gold glances around the room. His wings weren't the only thing to be a little apprehensive of- there's something else too. The thing that he can't just hide.] Do you have a lit candle, by any chance?

[eldritchweaver]

[ his eyes scrutinize gold's expression for a moment, before he waves a hand over a wax candle on his desk, producing a flame ]

[undealt]

[Gold approaches, his cane tapping against the floor as he lifts a hand over it, not close enough to risk being burned, but close enough he can feel the heat.] We both know I boast some... unique abilities. Abilities that have no comparison in this world. Whatever the Dark One is or was, it's a matter best left to whatever world I came from. But as much as I try to press on, there are reminders. The dagger, for example. And now this...

[Without warning, he reaches down and closes his hand around the flame, extinguishing it with his bare hand. I have no idea what kind of damage die you use for GRABBING A FUCKING CANDLE FLAME, but if the damage is 10 or below, it does not do shit.]

[eldritchweaver]

[ well hasmed actually looks... a little surprised when gold doesn't even flinch ] Is this only flames to which you have found yourself resistant?

[undealt]

Not fully resistant, at least, but enough. I only discovered this when I took far less damage than I expected from the backlash of one of my spells.

[Which was... a long time ago. Look the day it happened, the castle got attacked. I don't know what you want from him here.] You know this world better than I do, Hasmed, but I'm fairly certain no one just accidentally becomes resistant to fire.

[or grows FUCKING WINGS.]

[eldritchweaver]

Have you noticed any other... changes?

[undealt]

[I rolled high/low to see if he'd lie, and he rolled a fucking 3, so apparently even Gold is not immune to the fear effect of lying to a teacher.]

We've known each other for quite some time, Hasmed, and I've never done anything to betray your trust. Now that I'm coming to you... Can I trust you to keep an open mind?

[eldritchweaver]

One who peers into the strands of fate must be willing to see whatever lies there.

[undealt]

Maybe there's a answer in those strands, then. [well. time to do something a little weird.

Unlike with Belle, it's a bit more awkward and uncomfortable bringing out the pair of leathery bat wings, and his grip on his cane tightens like he is not above clocking the fuck out of this old man if he does something crazy about seeing his old squire just decide to sprout fucking demon wings on him.]

This is... A recent development. Given what's been transpiring around here, I found it best to keep it quiet.

[He doesn't even consider that these powers might have a connection to Hell, but he damn well knows what they look like.]

[eldritchweaver]

[ hasmed actually visibly recoils as the wings unfurl, his hand knocking against a glass on the table and spilling some drops of water on his papers before he lifts it to settle on top of his chair and grip it tightly ] Nine Hells...

[undealt]

[YOU SAID YOU WERE GONNA BE COOL, MAN.

Gold quickly dismisses them, looking more than a little agitated by the reaction. Probably because he is AWARE OF WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE.] I sincerely hope you don't think I did this to myself through some sort of bloody pact.

[eldritchweaver]

I'm not certain what to think. [ he moves out from behind the desk, stepping around gold to look the wings over without getting up in his space ]

[undealt]

[such wing. very bat.] Neither am I. The only people who know anything about the Dark One is Emma Swan... and my son, apparently.

[eldritchweaver]

Your son. Have you been keeping track of him?

[undealt]

I know where to find him, but we've been... keeping our distance from one another.

[eldritchweaver]

Do you truly believe that wise?

[undealt]

[high wisdom and high intelligence has nothing on cowardice okay? okay.]

Sincerely? I don't think wisdom had anything to do with it for either of us. It was an uncomfortable situation, and we didn't want to force it, but it doesn't seem we have much of a choice now.

[eldritchweaver]

I think it may be prudent for us to check on his situation.

[undealt]

Then that's what we'll do. [y a y]

[eldritchweaver]

Do you wish someone else to handle it?

[undealt]

I'd be an unreasonable coward if I couldn't face my own son, Hasmed. [laughtrack] I can take care of it.

[eldritchweaver]

Very well then. I expect to hear a report.