knightsoflegend | krozna ♔ our wrongs remain unrectified

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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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So which level is fraud hell?

[ asking for a friend. ]

[And just when he thought he'd avoided questions delving into this kind of stuff...

...he only seems slightly uncomfortable as he answers.]

Cania. [A beat.] The Eighth.

And you're positive I won't ever go there?

Not if you're really an aasimar.

[There's always the chance that she just thinks she is, or something, and he doesn't know her well enough to know that's definitely not the case.]

You don't seem like the kind of person who would end up in fraud hell anyway.

[ she makes a face at the first bit, wry. ]

Thanks, I do try to not lie. But, like, if I was gonna spend and eternity with that fuck... [ mock gagging ] I just wouldn't die, ever.

[His mouth twists wryly, like he's trying not to laugh, knowing it would be fucking inappropriate right now.

But he gets it.]

I think you're safe from that. [There's a heavy beat of silence before he admits:] I wonder about where I'll end up sometimes, too.

Is it like, is there only the one afterlife no matter what you believe because that's fucked up. And I've been to elf heaven so that is different from, well, regular heaven, I guess.

I don't know for sure, I guess. I'm pretty sure I know where I'm going in a general sense, but it's hard not to think that given what I've seen and what I know.

[He shrugs his shoulders.]

I think, at the end of the day, it's less about religion and more about where your soul fundamentally belongs, where it was originally from, what it's tied to the strongest. In your case, as a direct descendant, it's drawn back home. But I don't really believe most lesser deities have their own plane that they can just drag their followers to when they die. There has to be some sort of catch-all, and since Heaven and Hell definitely exist? I'm guessing that's where most people end up around here.

[He looks at her before looking away again. It also depends on how much he believes the things Glasya told him, and he's not sure what was real anymore, if any of it was at the time.]

So elves go to Arvandor because that is where they belong, presumably orcs and dwarves go to their respective afterlives, humans get Heaven and Hell? Roughly, in the most generalized, broad explanation?

I can't be sure that the Veil doesn't play a part in it, too. There's elves and dwarves and orcs that were born on this side, so who's to say they wouldn't go the same place as humans?

[He shoves a hand through his hair.]

But if all the so-called afterlives are different planes, maybe the Veil doesn't matter? Maybe it's one Hell and a crap ton of 'Heavens.'

[He looks over at her, his expression frustrated, as if he wish he has the answers too.]

I can read all the lore in the world and I don't think I'd have those answers without going to the powers that be, so to speak, and they don't always give straight answers. And that's if they answer at all.

Yeah. [ she puffs out a sigh, pushing her hair back from her face, offering him an apologetic smile. ] I know this is a lot of questions, but there aren't a lot of people who know anything about Hell since no one told us. 90% of the team is playing catch up and, honestly, you're the most approachable right now so you might be fielding these questions a lot.

It's alright. Believe me, I get it.

[He sighs.]

But you gotta understand, they weren't keeping secrets because they wanted to. I'm basically the shining example of why they couldn't, as much as I hate to admit it.

[He just assumes she's talking about his brother and Rose.]

Yes, I will give them that, but they have to understand that everyone else just learned all of this. Everyone needs to be allowed time to accept it without anyone jumping down their throats for daring to have a differing opinion while they're working through it. Not everyone even understands hell itself, they can't be expected to understand what the fuck is happening with barely an explanation. Like this shit is literally fucking bananas and telling people they have to blindly trust anyone that has been keeping secrets from them isn't fair.

[ vi doesn't sound accusatory or like she is trying to make sam be her owl, she sounds endlessly patient but she 1000% understands why spike was so frustrated and she doesn't think he is wrong, even if she does think he was being dramatic lumping everyone together. ]

I'm not sure they think they have time. They've been surrounded by this, on all sides, for longer that I want to even think about. No one they trusted ended up safe, so they're at the point where they're not sure they can trust anyone at all.

[But he understands her view point too. That's the trouble. No one's wrong here, but no one is right, either.]

But as far as I can tell, no one's asking them for answers, now that it's out there and we're finally at a place where there aren't a bunch of people potentially listening in on everything they say. Even you came to me instead.

[He's glad she seems as patient about this as he's trying to be, though. There needs to be a bridge somewhere.]

Honestly, I came to you because I don't trust them to not take my questions the wrong way. I get that it's because they haven't had a break for however long and I can't say I blame them. I'm sure it's a lot and but they can't save the world just the two of them and if we're going to do this, and we have to do this, everyone has to be honest with everyone or there is no point in trying.

Secrets have already fucked us over. I'm not naive enough to think we're all going to survive this, Felicity already fucking died, if we're not honest, it's going to be all of us next time. And our two fiends will be fine because that's the perk of immortality.

You're right. We do need to be honest. We need to put everything on the table and that includes all the bullshit we don't really want to talk about.

[As if to prove that he's one hundred percent behind that, he decides to...start.]

My brother and I have been dealing with Hell since we were kids, not just recently. There's little differences between me and him, obviously, but most of it's pretty close. My Mom was killed when she came to check on me in my crib while a demon was feeding me Lucifer's blood. I was six months old, Dean was a handful of years older.

I have psionic abilities, and that's where they come from.

There's only a couple people I ever told about that, but Tia's one of them. I went to her for help because I didn't want my powers to go haywire and hurt someone, and I didn't know how to control them.

How come you say his name? I know that you know they can see us if you say their names. [ so. what gives? ]

One, because I'm not telling you anything he doesn't already know, and if he wanted to figure out where we were, he could probably do it.

[He sounds annoyed at that fact, but he continues.]

Two, because my brother is basically a scrying black hole when it comes to angels and devils.

Sweet. I mean-- I meant to say that I'm sorry about your mom, but I got distracted and am awful, so I'm sorry about your mom. But if you want control, there's more than just Tia. Myri had to learn control over her healing so it wouldn't drain her dry, I had to learn to control my magic, I'm sure there's people here, too.

You don't have to tell people where it's from, it's not Maybelline. I think most people will assume you were born with it.

Most people, yes, But Tia...

[He winces a little.]

She could tell something wasn't normal. There was a barrier around my head, keeping her out. She said it reminded her of the minds she'd checked during that concert she went to. You know, the one before the Hudson mess?

[He tries to dig himself out of that awful thought process hole, though.]

So long as no one's poking at my thoughts, it should be fine, though. I have a lot more control now than I used to.

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[ that makes vi frown, but she pushes it away because a. she doesn't remember much of that night and b. she knows tia wouldn't have let sam come along if he was compromised by blade. ]

You can always practice with me, my mind's an open book. I mean, a mess probably, especially because winter is coming. Oh god, I just realized I have to spend winter in a place where there is apparently no sun.

[ jumps off the roof ]

[He chuckles at that, shaking his head.]

I'm not a telepath, myself. My powers are more...rudimentary, I guess. Like...

[He looks around the room, eyes settling on the book he'd set down earlier, and reaches out slightly with his fingers.

With a twitch of his hand, the book rises up into the air, and with another, it floats over into his open hand.]

...that was one of the first things I learned.

You have the power everyone wants -- to not have to get off the couch to grab the remote. [ a small gasp. ] You're Matilda.

[He laughs again. He'd never thought of it that way, but he's...literally Matilda, between the books and the telekinesis.]

Never tell Dean that. He'll never call me anything else.

[If he knows the movie, anyway.]

There's a couple other things, but I can't really practice them on people. I'd rather not destroy anything today.

That's a good plan, maybe tomorrow we can break something. Charming says there are caves somewhere around here, good for practice and away from people.

[ since sharing is caring and since sam mentioned the scrying black out, vi doesn't feel especially squirrely about not saying anyone's name. ]

While I was on my way to the flight, Des stopped me in the street. To apologize, for something he did two years ago. I wanted to know why he sided with the demon, devil, whatever, that cursed him in the first place. Apparently he fell in love. It was Des level of dramatics and self-involved, as always, but that's what it came down to.

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