knightsoflegend | 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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That's quite enough, Sir Gorski. [ the words come out low and quiet, but there's an undercurrent of threat laced in the look jack shoots him that seems to unsettle phillip enough that his hand finds the armrest of his chair and he lowers himself again ]

Edited 2017-12-14 04:48 (UTC)

I hate to break it to you, but that's not taking initiative. That's just breaking an entire country's economy because you could and it was easier than doing things another way.

[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.]

Jeanne, don't listen to them. You know me better than that. You know.

[ 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.

[ the abruptness of the gesture unnerves her, but as her tear-filled eyes meet his, she looks paralyzed with indecision about what to say, or even how to feel about what he's asking her, clearly torn about this. her voice is barely even a whisper as she stammers: ] Phillip, I... I don't know if ... I simply can't...

[ jack seems to have reached his limit of politeness for the moment, moving right behind phillip and gripping his shoulder, glaring down at him ] I said that's enough. [ intimidate 23 ]

[ he stiffens, dropping her wrists and shoving an index finger at the bridge of his glasses as they slip down his nose a bit, his hand visibly shaking ] I didn't ask you. This is between us. [ but he doesn't look too willing to push the issue in front of jack at least, his words more of a muttered complaint. ]

[ oh right about that.

there's a beat, and then she admits, unable to really meet his eyes: ] Jack... Jack is my fiancee, Phillip. As well as a Dragon's Claw. So I think it rather does involve him.

[ well, that just broke his brain entirely apparently. ] Your what?

[The raised voices are enough to draw Charming's attention, but let's be real-- this place is pretty quiet so just the fact that four people are having a conversation together is weird enough to draw attention. It had taken years to get used to the uneasy silence, and now it seems there are voices coming from every corner.

He's taken it upon himself to help Mik keep things under control around here. So he decides to check out the ruckus. Stepping into the room, he realizes very quickly what's happening.]

Shit. [He mutters under his breath as he heads towards Phillip.]

Everything okay in here? [Please don't make him use force Phillip. He doesn't want to.]

[Oh thank fuck.

Sam looks over at Charming, his expression reading very much 'depends on your definition of okay.'

He's basically waiting for one of these guys to clock the other one. His bets on Phillip, though he's certain Jack will lay the guy flat in half a second if it comes to that.]

[ ut oh charming's home

phillip recoils into himself, eyes sweeping down to the floor as he gets up from between jack and gar and moves towards the door ] It's fine. [ his words are curt and tense and he all but pushes charming aside ] Let me through.

[He steps aside and lets him go, turning to the three remaining. When his gaze meets Gar's, he tries to communicate an apology with his expression.]

I'll make sure he's alright. [Because he doesn't want any of them to try to talk to Phillip and be unprepared. And he feels responsible for the residents here.]

[ gar looks ready to be sick, covering her mouth with a hand and nodding slowly, her head bowed, hair falling in front of her eyes ] I'll.. I'll talk to him later. I need to process this.

[Welp, this is horrible.

Charming and Phillip make their exit, and Sam feels even more out of place, if that were even possible.

He looks at Jack like 'help' before he finally decides he should probably excuse himself.]

I'll just...get out of your hair then.

[Awkward.]

[ jack offers him a quiet: ] I'm sorry about all that. [ reaching down to lay a hand on gar's arm to comfort her ]

Don't worry about it. It's not on you.

[He'd tell him to take care of Gar but he seems to have that on lockdown.]

[ gar looks ready to burst into tears again and gets up, pressing jack away gently ] I'm sorry, Jack. I just... I need to put my head together. Alone. [ and with that, out she goes ]

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