krozna ♔ our wrongs remain unrectified

[dragonsclaw]

♫ The Fog - Zulya

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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[pyrokineticist]

Generally speaking. [ which sounds a lot like a 'yes'. he smirks at her nasa shirt, his eyes lingering on her chest, not seeming bothered by the fact that she's got a lot of layers to work through here, nor that they aren't exactly sexy lingerie. his eyes finally find their way back up to hers. ] And you.

Not everyone has had a chance to let go and let someone else have control once in awhile.

Have you?

[graveflowers]

I fought a god so I'd be able to keep control of myself, so no. [ her mouth twists wryly. ] I haven't.

[ there goes her nasa tee shirt, farewell space. her grungy grey tank top has old blood stains on it because she's that kind of person and, look, no one was ever supposed to see it. who the fuck thought this was going to happen.

bad decisions are supposed to land people here, they probably aren't supposed to happen here. ]

[selfcombust]

[ pro..bab...ly... look, wynn is mia, all the rules are out the window, right?

(unsure) ]

Sometimes the people who fight the hardest for it are the ones who secretly enjoy losing it the most. In the right conditions.

[graveflowers]

[ and this is the story about how mikhail and jack kick vi out ]

So... you, then?

[ smirking as she peels the tank top off, she balls it up and hurls it at him, not seeming to mind standing there in her pale green bra as she crouches down to unlace her sneakers. she used to be self conscious about her skinny frame and her scar, but luthir had helped readjust that particular way of thinking. ]

[pyrokineticist]

[ he simply offers a little amused shrug at that, but doesn't see that tank top coming and it basically hits him in the face. he chuckles as he grabs it and tosses it aside. ] Maybe.

[graveflowers]

[ shoes unlaced, she kicks them off before shimmying out of her jeans and socks. her underwear are pink with a little honeycomb pattern that doesn't match her bra so she was not planning on seducing a psion today. weirdly enough. ]

Maybe? Not really feeling an indecisive vibe from you, bud. Come on, if we're gonna fuck let's at least agree to be honest.

[ this is all just tres romantique. and here is a rarely seen sense motive (17) from vi. ]

[selfcombust]

[ that just makes him chuckle again, and he'll take care of his own shoes while he's waiting ] Fine with me. [ he sounds serious enough to her, at least ] Come here.

[graveflowers]

[ she is the most trusting, lbr, so she has no qualms padding over to him and cheerfully slotting herself between his knees, even if he's not done with his shoes. ]

When did you find out what you can do? [ she flings her arm back toward the fire ]

[selfcombust]

[ well, fuck the shoes. his gaze travels up her body, as his fingers slide up the revealed skin of her back. despite what he said about honesty, his words seem slightly guarded, as if he wasn't expecting that question. especially right now. ] I was just a child. I... lost my temper.

[graveflowers]

[ vi's expression clouds slightly, but she pushes it away because she doubts he would appreciate any sort of pity. ]

I don't remember.

[selfcombust]

Is that such a bad thing? [ his hands slow just a bit, both of them settling on her waist ] The past is just that.

[graveflowers]

Is it? You're supposed to learn from the past and mine is all blurry.

[ her fingers lift to brush against his temple, pushing back into his hair. ]

[pyrokineticist]

[ his eyes fall half-closed at the touch, hands tightening against her ] There's plenty to be learned from the present. Mikhail likes to say it's an even better teacher. [ wait, why are they talking about mikhail in the bedroom

somewhere, alli's shipper heart is happy ]

[graveflowers]

I wonder what he would think I should learn from this?

[ maybe to stop talking about mikhail in the bedroom. but he seems to like being touched so vi's other hand joins the first, dragging her fingers through his hair until her hands settle at the back of his neck. ]

[pyrokineticist]

[ he slides a hand down to squeeze her ass encouragingly, pulling her hips even closer ] You'll have to ask him.

[graveflowers]

I will.

[ she literally will, but later. later when she's not distracted by his warm hands and this warm room. ]

I think it's your turn with the clothes, babe.

[selfcombust]

[ yeah good mik is not invited right now.

the hand not on her backside moves to redirect one of hers from his hair to the top button of his white shirt. ] Be my guest.

[graveflowers]

[ the hand that stays in his hair gives it a little tug before it too drifts down to start working on his buttons, fingers quick and nimble, nails flicking them open. once she gets far enough, she tugs on the shirt because it is tucked into his pants, can't really unbutton the rest. ]

You stopped at my clothes, what else do you want?

[selfcombust]

[ he watches her dutifully unbuttoning, and then his eyes flick to hers at that, taking in her slight smile, before he says: ] I want you on the bed, on your hands and knees. [ he gestures with his head slightly behind him.

this is fine. ]

[graveflowers]

Soft pass. [ she shrugs, unconcerned with the request honestly. ] A stadium's ceiling fell down on me, specifically on my legs. I'd rather sit or stand.

[selfcombust]

[ lmao that... gives him a moment's pause b/c wtf vi what is your life ] How did that happen?

[graveflowers]

Um, well the whole stadium was collapsing and I should have run away but Buffy was in danger so I ran towards the inevitable death and probably dismemberment. By the time I got to the stage Buffy wasn't even there so, like, on my scale of dumb ideas, it was up there but I'd probably do it again.

[ gay ]

Everything was kinda fallin' apart and I was in the way. [ her head wobbles back and forth considering. ] Common for me, actually.

[selfcombust]

You at least seem to have escaped intact.

[graveflowers]

I have a very stubborn grandfather that refuses to let me die.

[selfcombust]

Well, I'm not complaining.

Fine. [ this is some weird pillow talk y'all. his fingers trail through her hair as he considers, an idea entering his eyes, before he says: ] Go stand in front of the fireplace. Put your hands on the mantle.