knightsoflegend | chapter five ♔ it'll be a day like this one when the sky falls down

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chapter five ♔ it'll be a day like this one when the sky falls down

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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[ the japanese alphabet road with chinese bellflower's sweet smell - yasushi ishii

at the airfield, des and elena take their leave, and the rest of the Knights head back to the castle, a captured Draken Crombe, who is still babbling incoherently, a comatose Myri, and Felicity's body in tow. as they pull up to the outside gate of the Knighthood, it is impossible to not notice that symbol hanging huge and blood-red in the sky over their home. jack, who is driving, stops the car for a moment to lean forward and stare up at it, his lips pressed into a grim line of recognition. ]

Hellsing.

✿ (one)

[Not long after the initial broadcast of the great melting on live TV, you can find someone in the girl's bathroom violently throwing up.

It's as disgusting and sad as it sounds.]

✿ (two)

[Following her horrible bathroom excursion, Mabel can be found in the kitchen with several ingredients laid out on the counter, ranging from fruits to a couple energy drinks, to coffee grounds, and.. is that a bag of plastic dinosaurs?

The girl, in question, has bloodshot eyes and dark circles that looks like she's been crying, but for now, she's stoic and engaging in her own personal "will it blend" hell as she makes some sort of drink concoction.]

✴ (ONE)

[Before coming to stay with the Knights, Topher lived in LA, which, granted is huge, but somehow it feels unbearably small right now. The place Blade's concert was held was a concert hall he'd been in once. He's walked that street before. With cameras down, it's no telling how much of it is being demolished. When the smoke clears, there might not be much left.

Most of the people he knew before the Knights were either dead or deserved to be, courtesy of the collapse of Pegasus, and it's not like he got out much, but it still isn't easy to deal with. People were killed- innocent people and innocent knights. And a whole frakking city with them.

He stays in the computer lab for way longer than necessary. The night's dragged on, and he's still here, downing energy drinks and trying to find anything- any scrap he can use to collect and show the Knights at some point, so they know what they're dealing with.

Of course, energy drinks can't combat stress and exhaustion, and he does... Eventually, faceplant onto the keyboard at some point.]

✴ (TWO)

[After falling asleep at the keyboard until woken up at some odd hour of the next morning, Topher paces the halls with his phone, trying to dial a number and then wussing out at the last minute.

Man he really needs a task to do or anything to keep from thinking about his decision paralysis.]

[It doesn't feel real. Hearing Felicity's name listed among the dead still seemed like something from a fever dream- a nightmare he couldn't wake up from. For a long time, he didn't leave his room. Their room. But eventually, he emerges and moves through the castle like a ghost. One hand is gripped tightly into a fist as he moves through the halls. Instinct guides him to the bar, but he doesn't want a drink. He just needs a change of scenary while still keeping to himself.

He sits at the first empty table he sees, placing his fist against the wood and slowly uncurling his fingers to get a look at what he's been carrying. It's a ring. Diamonds and sapphires catch the light as he tilts his palm to let it clatter to the table's surface. He wasted too much time, second guessed himself. And now she's gone.]

[ risa, groot, and finnick bring myri and felicity to the light wing so that they can begin preparations for felicity's attempted rez... and try to ascertain what's wrong with myri. thoster and gus get a heads up to make their way there. ]

Library

There are things Derek wants to know more about and Hellsing is totally one of those things. Which is why he is in the library trying to look through any of the books on the history of the order that talked about Hellsing in them. He needed more information and didn't want to just walk around the castle asking about it. Which would lead to him being bent over a table with a book, surrounded by other books and totally phased out of the real world happening around him.

It may also help him deal with knowing people had died. Derek hated that feeling, especially knowing some of the deceased. He could do something and that would give him the feeling he was doing something to help.

Backyard

When he is finally able to get himself out of the library, he needed to get some fresh air. Being confined wasn't something good to do to a werewolf, after all. So he will walk through the halls and outside to find a place to sit and just stare up at the stars. Derek is debating on what is the right thing to do here with what he knows, but at the same time, he doesn't know enough to know if he should tell others about it.

And Derek can't help but feel that Hasmed's words were aimed in part at him. Not that Derek would betray the knights ever, but he had his doubts on things and this situation wasn't helping ease any of them.

Cora

[and somewhere during the evening, he is going to text his sister because he does need to talk to someone] Where are you?

{ m u s i c r o o m }

[There's a sign on Sweets' door that says his office is closed for the day.

It doesn't say when he'll be back, but he does apologize. Part of being a therapist is knowing yourself and knowing when you're in the right headspace to be helping your patients and this isn't it. He needs to process his own grief before he can help anyone else process theirs. So he takes a few days, tries to grieve as best he can, and hopes that he can come back stronger for it.

He spends one of those days in the music room, idly playing whatever comes to mind. Most of them are Alice's favorite songs, and those he'll play through to the end, but the rest he'll transition between as the urge strikes, almost as though he's unable to settle on just one.

If anyone does want to talk to him, however, he'll be more than happy to. Please get him out of his own head.]

Edited 2017-10-01 19:05 (UTC)

Alright, little one.

[What Rory is chalking up to grumpiness has had him wandering the halls outside the Light Wing, Lucia's head resting against his shoulder and one hand clutching his shirt. Agreeing to babysit her had been an easy choice to make while her mother was on a mission but things were more complicated now. Everyone was on high alert and he doesn't know how to help or what to say.

So he focuses on the little girl, who should be going to sleep but doesn't seem to want to, almost as though she's picking up on all of the tension in the castle without realizing what she's noticing. Soothing her is getting harder the longer she doesn't have her mother, but he's sure going to try.]

It's alright. Everything will be better soon.

[Yes, it's a lie, but she's two. Maybe she'll believe him.]

[ empty - the cranberries

eventually, somehow, buffy gets to sleep that night. i mean, she's had a long day fighting mythic monsters and gods and section heads, ok.

time for another funhouse dream. except this one has no signs of angels or mirrors or primitive slayers. she's actually just in ... a fancy bedroom at night, in a round room, whose walls are actually just gently wafting curtains, through which moonlight streams, lighting one side of the very empty bed.

it's very pointed, ok. ]

[ Everyone is this song right now amirite

Rose would like a friggen gold star for not launching across the roundtable and showing Hasmed and Solace just what brute force is capable of. In fact she'd like one for not yet doing the thing she was wanting to do, through that entire shitshow of a debriefing.

The day still isn't over yet I guess.]

Anyone else here a member of team, fuck whatever they decide?

Chris was worried, not for his own sake obviously but for those who had been announced to have died for the cause and those who are still missing. He had been trying to keep a level head and not do anything foolish but fact that people, no Knights died while he remained here didn't bode well on his conscious at all... Chris didn't really know anyone here besides the Knight he was squired to: Jaina Solo and even then she was a bit different to say the least. So Chris decided to make his own was to own of the training rooms, making sure to grab his own gear: a backpack consisting of a few items. A pair of marine dog tags, a paper journal, (currently unused) some asthma medication, and finally his metallic Advent Deck.

He didn't use the Deck, just dropped it in a back pocket of his hooded jacket and got ready to begin training. By himself, as was usual. He was used to by now at this point though. "Let's hope something good could come out of all this awfulness. All this death."

[Katniss couldn't take being inside the Castle anymore.

There were too many people mourning, too many people panicking about what was happening in LA, too many hushed whispers and people crying. The noise didn't stop and it was all anyone ever seemed to be able to talk about. She got it, she did, but that didn't mean she wanted it. She didn't know any of the people who had died, not really; all she knew was that the whole thing had been a giant set-up, that it had been broadcasted all over the world, and it all reminded her of something she'd tried to leave behind.

So she stays outside where it's easy to find at least a little bit of quiet. She spends some time in the archery range, firing arrows into targets. Sometimes she just goes out into the forest, leans against a tree, or climbs one and hangs out in the branches.

It's better than being in there.]

[People kept talking about what was happening, referring it to the end of the world and stuff. Considering he remembers a weapon that could wipe things off the map with a single hit, he knows what dealing with that kind of thing is like.

He didn't really want to deal with it again, didn't think he'd have to here, but here they were. Again.

It feels strange to just be sitting and watching, though. It had been more of a spring into action last time, and he found himself wanting to help, to figure out how he even could.

There was so much about this world that he still didn't know.

He mingles in social areas, but doesn't talk a whole lot, just trying to get a better feel for the situation and what the next steps might be. He sits into the common room and watches the news for updates. He spends plenty of time in the dining area, eating, or firing off this places older weapons in the training areas.

He's gotta stay busy or he'll go crazy.]

closed to barry ➙

[ thea's always been familiar with loss. what happens in la reminds her of the undertaking, which only serves to make her miss her mother completely and has her texting felicity just to check on her. just in case. she'd mentioned earlier that she was going on a trip and when she doesn't answer right away, thea assumes she was just as caught up in watching the news as everyone else.

as the black cloud lingers, reports start to come in about planes having gone down but thea thinks nothing of it until her phone rings, vibrating right off the side table, forcing her to slip off the couch and kneel down to reach it. it's for the best because once she answers, her whole life explodes at once.

thea was her brother's in case of emergency contact. she was felicity's as well and their bodies -- bodies, thea gasps out a sob -- had been recovered from a downed plane just outside of la. she doesn't manage to listen to the rest of the conversation, shoving the phone into barry's hand so he can deal with it. maybe when he's done, he'll be able to tell her it was all a mistake and she didn't just lose literally the only family she has left. ]

open, after the first couple of days ➙

[ thea wants to leave. she wants to fly to la and find her brother's body and bring him and felicity back so they can be rezzed, but she can't leave or she won't be able to come back. she has to leave her brother and the woman who became as close as family and it breaks her heart. barry makes her get out of bed and eat and after a while she manages to do so on her own, showering and drinking some coffee and... milling. she mills about the castle like a ghost, drawn and pale, and suddenly indifferent to the end of the world. oh well.

she runs too, making a loop around the castle at the very edge of the wards, running until she has to stop in the woods, using nearby trees for support. she picks at food in the kitchen, she walks into common rooms and walks right out immediately when she notices the news on, she goes to the firing range to attempt to use her bow but after the first few arrows fall short of their target she just gives up, abandoning her pretty red bow at the range. ]

late the first night ♃

[ after failboat returns, after they discuss things in the round table, after they disperse, the missing member rolls up to the castle in a stretch hummer limousine like... well, like a douche, but let's not talk about that. she climbs out of the hummer with a staff clutched in her hands and she walks up the steps to home covered in blood and dust and smelling faintly of some luxurious alcohol and ozone.

she stops when she sees the huge pentagram etched into the sky above the roof. ]

What the fuck?

[ ANYWAY, IN SHE GOES. she allows herself to be stopped on her way to do stuff, but her first stop is to find jack to tell him that she's, um, alive and then her daughter and then the rest of failboat. and then the cleric's wing to see myrilandel and felicity once she finds out about them. at no point does she let go of her new accessory. ]

Edited 2017-10-03 02:41 (UTC)

[ nothing left to say/rocks - imagine dragons

when the door opens, dean's head swivels that way with all the paranoia of a winchester, and he relaxes a tinge when he sees it's sam. just a tinge. ] Shut the door.

[Early in the aftermath of all the chaos, Helen sends word to Ashley to meet her in her room as soon as possible. This conversation isn't going to go well, but it's one that needs to happen. She leaves the door open for now, and pours herself a glass of wine to soothe her nerves a little.]

one

[October hasn't been back to London since her squiring ceremony over two decades ago, and she was entirely happy with that choice. She loves San Francisco. It's home. It's where her friends and allies are, and she belongs there. She doesn't belong in London, where she hasn't mapped out all the different species of Shadowkind and where they live and what they can do. Where people drive on the wrong side of the street and intentionally eat food with blood in it. Sure, she's been known to taste blood herself, but only because she has to. Not because she thinks it's a good snack.

But Keijen Blade's attack has come on her home turf. Los Angeles sometimes feels like it's worlds away from San Francisco, but it's still close enough that her people are nervous. And while she might want to go charging in and find out what's going on for herself, she knows that this isn't something she can solve on her own. Her greatest strength comes from her allies, and she's got a whole castle full of them in London. Someone had to go figure out what was going on at headquarters. As so often seemed to be the case, that someone was Toby.

Almost a day of flying and driving later, she's in the castle. She'll need to figure out what room she's staying in soon, but for now, she has an even more urgent mission.]

Where can I get a cup of coffee here?

[Because if she doesn't get it soon, she's going to murder someone.]

two

[After she's settled in, she spends a lot of time exploring the castle and trying to get a feeling for the lay of the land. She doesn't like feeling lost. She's anxious to get moving, but until that's an option, she's anxious to know all the escape routes and which rooms are the most defensible. Call her paranoid, but she's earned that. Especially knowing the castle has been attacked, and recently too.

Occasionally the copper and cut grass smell of her magic rises as she tries to get a sense for any spells being used, either for protection or other purposes. And she takes time to visit the Hoard labs and the library. It's always important to know what resources you have available. You never know what could come in handy.]

[This is a grim, trying, terrible time and very few people are happy right now.

As in many things, Wade "Deadpool" Wilson is an exception. He's whistling as he walks through the halls in full costume, hands thumbs tucked into his utility belt. He snaps his fingers, grinning through the mask at anyone he sees.]

Guess who's active again? It's me. The pirate can suck my dick, cause now I'm the favorite. It's Deadpool 2: Revenge of Deadpool! I get to finish things! This is my chapter, just you wait. Heeey, looking good. Where do I gotta go to buy some feats around here? Or some chimichangas, I'm not picky.

[He's entirely tone deaf to anyone else's mood so like. That's fun.]

I'm sorry. You need me to do what, exactly? [ /PLOPS US IN THE MIDDLE OF THE ACTION YW ]

[Immediately after seeing Lois' last text, Clark gets up and moving. He has no clue where to go or who to talk to. He checks Dovan's office but figures that if the section heads were out of their meeting, they would have heard more about what was going on.

So he's just... pacing the whole castle and panicking because he's only got an hour or so until Lois expects him to be at her air bnb.]

[ it's been at least four or five years since bea's been back in the castle properly, bringing ro here a couple years ago to visit doesn't count, and she squints into the foyer as she takes everything in while rosario checks them in at the front desk. after giving ro a brief kiss, they part ways and bea drifts toward the labs. first stop after being called back is check with tia or lis'sa and if tia isn't at the london hq, she has to be around the lab somewhere, presumably. after teleporting her and ro all across creation she could use about fifteen snacks though so...

maybe she will redirect and pop in the kitchen first. there has to be someone's food in the fridge that isn't labeled. the crew in joburg learned to label everything down to individual salt packets, but most of these people won't know her so it's all fair game. which is how she comes upon someone's day old sushi and is eating that with her hands. heathen. ]

Oh this is good. [ her accent is a little british, a little south african, a little indian, like maybe she took a world tour of the british empire.

after that, and armed with a box of cheez-its and a packet of chocolate biscuits and a tumbler of ice water, she definitely moves to the lab, at least to find out whose room she and ro are stealing while they're hunkered down here. ]

{ i. texts: closed to cisco & caitlin }

[They both get the same text but they're sent individually to each of them, not really having the brain space to keep up with a group text at the moment. It comes late at night, after Thea's calmed down enough to sleep but Barry's brain is still going.]

Oliver and Felicity are dead. They were in a plane over LA when everything went down at the concert and it crashed. I'm with Thea now, but I thought you guys should know.

{ ii. closed to a section head }

[When he starts really getting restless he goes in search of someone with actual authority to maybe do something. He can make notifications so that Thea doesn't have to - it's bad enough that this is the second time she's lost her brother, he doesn't want her to feel like she has to handle it all on her own. So he'll start with his own section head, Lis'sa, and then work his way around to the closest one he can find, or just someone who seems like they're in charge if he can't find any of them.

He knows he will probably be walking around for a while.]

{ iii. ota }

[Once Thea starts asking for some space, Barry starts taking some time of his own to process it. It's hard not to feel like he isn't fast enough, like he's being useless and used improperly when he's stuck in the castle, waiting for a decision to be made and orders to be given when people are clearly in need of help. It's hard not to feel like he failed his friends when they're dead, and he might have stood a chance of saving them if he were faster.

If he were more aware.

You could tell him he couldn't have known, but at the same time, maybe he should have. There are a lot of people he shouldn't have failed, and yet here we are.

It's thinking of one of those people he shouldn't have failed that brings him down to one of the heavy bags in the training room, fists beating into it until he can get some of the rage and frustration out. It's hard not to go through the motions without seeing Eddie's face on the other side of the bag, goading him on with that pleasant, likeable smile which worked on Barry, even when he wanted to hate him (even if he can't remember the reason why now for the life of him).

Either way, Barry is going to be there a while, until he's exhausted his arms and the frustration has faded away into a kind of worn exhaustion. Feel free to stop by and distract him if you like.]

[She gets back from the hospital to find a note slipped under her door about a Failboat meeting.

Okay. Great.

But knowing who is going to be in said Failboat meeting is not going to give her enough time to go to each of them and prove that she is who she says she is and some of them wouldn't even trust her anyway, so ... instead of wasting time and energy that way, she's just going to go right to the top.

She stays in her room long enough to change, though sorting through her current wardrobe to find something from her old body that still fit her new body takes longer than it should (she's a little shorter and a little broader and since women's fashion is women's fashion it means it doesn't fit quite as well as it used to) but once she manages to find something she goes in search of Jack (search nat 20).]

[ There's no contesting Solace's passion for the cause, and that at least is inspiring, but Rey has seen passionate men before, fervent about a cause that could not be more wrong. It worries her. Sticks in her teeth like gristle that irritates her every move.

Is this not what she signed up for? Is she not a weapon for their cause?

But Wynn is gone, and even Jack Chessing has been removed from his post. Perhaps the Order is not what she swore her oaths to.

It troubles her to see the uncertainty that hangs over the castle. It's a fog, thick and distracting and muddling Rey's own commitment. She stares into the training room. Soon it won't feel like theirs anymore. She doesn't know the name Hellsing, but she knows it's someone outside the Knighthood.

She tries to push through it, to find peace in practicing her forms. Luke's lightsaber ignites, warm and steady in her palm, and she cycles through a series of practice stances, trying to push indecision from her mind. ]

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