Jack Chessing (
dragonsclaw) wrote in
knightsoflegend2017-10-14 02:16 pm
closed ♔ and when we collide | we'll see what gets left over

WHO || Failboat [closed]
WHAT || After the announcement, Jack calls a meeting
WHERE || Thomas Bancroft's room, the Castle
WHEN || 8am, the day after LA
HOW || Actionspam or prose
Solace's announcement makes the situation unfortunately plain - those who have worked to stop Blade and company for the last five years have been side-lined, and will be until this ends, one way or another. Jack has sent out a secret communication to all members of the team, asking them to gather in Thomas Bancroft's old room, which has stood empty since his death, and is usually locked.
When they make their way there before 8am, however, they will find the door unlatched. Jack is already inside, with Gar seated near him, one hand on his arm. Kat leans against the wall behind Fred, who is seated in a chair. Her arms are folded, and she's grinding her teeth back and forth.

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It doesn't stop her from sporting an amused smirk when Dean gets the same treatment, but it was nice to have a friend who liked him as opposed to... everyone who didn't when they first started dating.
That's what she gets for being unwittingly connected with one too many members of the Hell Fan Club. (Yeah don't think she hasn't gone over every Dean conversation she ever had with Helen and Des since all this shit began.)]
Good. I swear every time I tried to get food today I got cockblocked. [Though at least the reason had been a good one she supposed, if she could really call Myri's distress good.
It's only once Rose enters the room that she allows some of the casual mask of happiness to slip away, a little weariness creeping back in as she lifts a hand in greeting to acknowledge Mark.]
How often does she kick the cooks out of the Kitchen back in Andres?
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Yeah, you too. Thanks for having us.
[He moves into the room after Rose and Dean, taking a quick look around. He manages a similar greeting to Mark, a lifted hand and a half grin.]
It smells great.
[He hadn't realized until right now how hungry he was.]
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[Once they're all inside and the door is closed, she pauses with her hand on the frame, closing her eyes and muttering a few words under her breath as she casts screen on the room. The conditions she sets are that any who attempt to look into the room magically or otherwise will only see the five of them eating dinner and sharing in good conversation, with no mention made of their upcoming escape. After two hours, Rose, Sam and Dean will leave allowing her and Mark to turn in for the night. They will not see her casting any more spells or their escape from the castle.
Once she finishes she calls Fede to her, whispering a few quiet words into her familiar's ear before the bird seems to shrink and turn to nothing more than a wooden statue that Alainn then tucks lovingly into her pocket for safe keeping.]
Well, go ahead and dive in, we've got a plane to catch very soon. [and instead of waiting for anyone to get food, she will just start dishing for them all, her nervous energy seeking a way out. She also doesn't seem too concerned about watching what she says, continuing on] Did all of you grab everything that ye need?
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That depends on your definition of need.
[I seriously doubt this is the first time this has come up.]
Do teleportation spells work on cars?
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What who now?
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They want to bring the Impala with them.
[Back to chewing and swallowing before he gives a quick:]
This is delicious, by the way.
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The Impala. Dean's car. Rose had mentioned it in passing, how it meant more to him than words could express. Her brain catches up and then there's nothing more to it than to figure out how to make it work. Her phone is out of her pocket and she is on google in a blink, looking up the specific dimensions of the Impala (Wis 17 to remember the year correctly). A few moments of chewing her bottom lip and muttering to herself and she finally looks up, nodding her head with a triumphant smile.]
I can make it work, but ye have to trust me. I can't teleport it, but I can take it with us.
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[What does that mean, though.]
Whatever it is, it's better than leaving it here. [He looks at Dean.] Right?
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[Look, Rose is just amused by this idea but she's 100% for putting the Impala in the vault.]
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[She hopes they're all finished eating cuz she's ready to move out.]
Of all the things I've put in there, his body was the most satisfying. The Impala would be an honor.
[She stands, cracking her knuckles and stretching, limbering up for the spells she's about to start slinging.]
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[They can park it at this mystery place they're going to and worry about the rest later.]
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She gives a negligent shrug of her shoulders, explaining-] If I die, the vault safely ejects all of its contents in the same area that my body is located.
But like Sam said, it needn't stay in the vault long, just until we get wherever we're going.
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Can we please stop talking about people dying?!]
I trust Alainn with my life, I think we can trust her with The Impala.
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He smiles at Alainn.]
What he means is we appreciate it. I'm sure it'll be fine.
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She still didn't know how Sam fit into all of this, but her first instinct was to like him. There would be plenty enough time later to figure out who he was.]
Well, if we're all ready then? We should really get going, first of all to the garage to get the Impala, then on to meet the others.
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If anyone asks, just tell them it's a bet or something. [A story seems like a wise life choice because she somehow doubts they can do this without being noticed... (Wis 18)]
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[Suddenly a doorway appears before her, and they can see the cars of the garage through it. She stands aside to usher everyone past before stepping through herself, the doorway closing behind them.
She looks at Dean expectantly.] Where'd you park her?
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