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knightsoflegend2017-12-03 10:51 am
dragonsclaw) wrote in knightsoflegend2017-12-03 10:51 am
Entry tags:
- !main plot,
- alainn o'rourke,
- buffy summers,
- david charming,
- dean winchester,
- faith lehane,
- felicity braddock,
- finnick odair,
- fredrick jr.,
- isabella alessandro,
- jack chessing,
- jeanne gar,
- kat samcelot,
- marcus andres,
- mikhail kalachnik,
- myrilandel odair,
- rose hathaway,
- sam winchester,
- spike,
- violet reedhym
krozna ♔ our wrongs remain unrectified
WHO || Failboat, Mikhail Kalachnik, ?? ?? [closed]
WHAT || The Ex-Knights of Failboat arrive at Krozna
WHERE || Krozna, Russia
WHEN || 2 days after LA
HOW || Actionspam or prose
Sidelined from the mission that has been many of their lives for years, the group who had once stood against Keijen Blade has made a dangerous gambit - they've decided to leave the Knighthood, knowing they may never be allowed to return. With them, have gone Sam and Dean Winchester, and Faith Lehane. Their destination? A distant monastery overlooking the village of Krozna, in the Ural Mountains. This hidden location was home to many Shadowkind who did not wish to deal with the prejudice that their appearance might force upon them out in the world, particularly in Russia. Wynn had apparently established a location here for Knights that broke the rules of the Knighthood so extremely to reflect upon their crimes, or for those whose powers made it impossible for them to live out in civilized society.
This monastery of misfits is run by a man named Mikhail Kalachnik, a willing exile who volunteered for the position, a man vouched for as trustworthy by both Jack Chessing and Finnick Odair. It is here that the former Knights will set up a base of operations from which they intend to rescue Rafael Giovanni, research a way to stop Keijen Blade, and take him down once and for all, along with the evil Mind Master.
But first, they must get to know the exiled Knights with whom they will be sharing this hideout...
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You mean destabilizing the Veil. [He leans back in his seat.] You probably know Jeanne Gar, right? She came along with us out here? She's been studying the same thing.
[He's gr8 at these knowledge checks. Not so much on the social awareness.]
Really interesting stuff.
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About which part?
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?? ? ]
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#savehimjack]
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He's been here since shortly before then, as well.
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Will someone please explain what is happening right now?
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That... didn't quite happen as intended.
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Yikes.
Sam will just...pick up the discarded book as Phillip steps over it, fixing the pages and closing it before putting it back on the shelf.
When he assumed they knew each other, he figured it would have been because they were both knights but this is...
...this is a whole lot of nope.jpg.]
So...what did happen?
[So much for keeping his mouth shut in said nope situation. It's not like someone isn't going to ask, though.]
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Himself included in that number. Ahem.]
That doesn't really answer her question, man.
[Just saying.]
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apparently there's a part of her that already expects the worst.
the words slip out as a half-whisper. ] Phillip.
What did you do?
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he turns from her on his heel sharply, crossing over to a small desk, which he runs a hand across the surface of ] I told you. I solved a problem.
Wynnefalshond assigned me to a mission team that was supposed to be investigating ways to stymie the slave trade in Slovechnia. It was out of control. Disgusting, really. Most of it was politically supported behind the scenes by the very government itself, so all of Wynn's attempts to remedy the situation politically were destined for failure. I grew weary of scraping away at a problem without making any progress.
So I took matters into my own hands.
[ he moves to seat himself behind the desk, looking down at the surface of it, and tracing a scratch in the wood with one finger ] I hacked into a series of banks and government accounts, poked and prodded at the financial infrastructure of the country, the one that supported that hideous network.
It was child's play to bring it down. The stock market crashed, the government was bankrupt, and the funds to finance their trafficking dried up overnight.
[ he lifts his eyes to look at them, not a trace of anything remotely like regret in his gaze ] Problem solved.
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But jfc.
His eyes widen a little bit as he blinks a couple time, mouth slightly ajar before he clamps it shut.
Considering he seemingly still thinks he did something fabulous, that would explain why he's STILL HERE.]
And about a million other problems caused.
[He mutters it half under his breath, going back to sit down in his chair.
He wishes he were still meditating right now.]
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the straw that broke the camel's back.
she just... finds a chair somehow by sticking out a hand until it hits one as she lets her body move of its own accord and just ... slumps in that.
the tears that were threatening now form into fully-fledged droplets that leak down her cheeks, and she runs her fingers through her hair in an anxious gesture, shaking her head and murmuring: ] Phillip... You didn't.
You didn't. Please tell me you didn't.
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Wynn couldn't possibly understand. He has no concept of our human lifespan, of the need to act instead of spending years debating.
And for taking initiative, I was ... what? Punished? Exiled? Sent to this... this alpine tundra where I can't continue my work, where I'm not allowed to so much as touch a computer for years, while my intellect goes to rust, while the work I could be putting into the world sits wasted in this hellhole?
I thought you of all people would understand.
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[He's far enough removed from this ridiculously mispronounced country that he doesn't have any real emotional ties to what the guy did, but that doesn't mean he doesn't understand the scope.]
No one understands because it's super screwed up.
[Sometimes the problem isn't everyone else.]
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[ he moves around the desk suddenly, moving across the space of the room with quick, sure steps to gar's side, where he drops to a knee, reaching for her wrists and scooping them up in his hands to get her attention with a sudden, impassioned plea ] Jeanne, you have to get me out of this place.
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