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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[graveflowers]

[ she snorts, clearly at ease ]

I mean, yeah, same. [ she rolls over to her side, facing him, propping her chin in her hand. ] Tell me about yourself. Now that we've already gotten the sex out of the way.

[selfcombust]

Not afraid you'll find out something you don't like after the fact?

[graveflowers]

I already know you're here for a reason. We're all terrible fucking people but if you're here, you're not irredeemable so.

[selfcombust]

I like to think so. Although I'm less convinced about some of the others here.

[graveflowers]

[ she wants to ask about the others but also, no, she's going to be focused. ]

I didn't sleep with them.

[selfcombust]

I suppose that's fair.

[ what you are - audioslave

his eyes lift up to the ceiling in contemplation ] I joined the Knights because it was the only thing that made sense in my life. My powers had been dormant in my mother; her ancestors had met with... bad ends on account of them. My father wasn't very pleased when they showed up in me. They were an abomination, the way he saw it. He had plans for me, so he wanted me to suppress them.

They don't handle being suppressed well. But I couldn't figure out how to control them by myself, and I felt like there had to be a reason I was given them in the first place.

I found the Knights and I found that reason.

[graveflowers]

That sounds like the reason a lot of people join -- a sense of belonging, people that understand what they're going through... [ she trails off in an unspoken etc ]

[selfcombust]

[ line of fire - junip ]

Understand to a point.

There weren't many psions then, not in the Knights. And no one who could do what I could. [ he tilts his head aside a bit, narrowing his eyes ] I suppose you could say I grew arrogant.

Arrogance tends to have a price. I learned that the hard way.

I was assigned on a mission with Jack Chessing, here in Russia. A diplomatic mission, meant to negotiate with some Shadowkind slavers. Despicable men, who flaunted their amorality, laughed at our position as naive and made a mockery of our attempts to appeal to them. Jack kept his cool - he always does.

I... couldn't. [ he flexes one hand in front of his chest, open and closed ]

The anger was like a flood. It boiled over until I didn't even know what I was doing. All I knew was that they needed to pay. To be stopped. All I could see was that white hot rage.

What I did was boil those men alive, from the inside out. With their own blood.

[graveflowers]

[ there still aren't that many psions, as far as vi knows, otherwise they wouldn't be that weak against the mind master. it has to be their own naivety that is fucking them over so badly. but that's a tangent vi's brain doesn't get very far on.

her mouth twists to the side, thoughtful, but she doesn't seem horrified by the story. sad, maybe, even if her stomach turns over trying to imagine it. part of her feels a vindictive pleasure that those slavers died a cruel death for inflicting such cruelty on others. they deserved it, but... murder only looks heroic from one side.

she sighs, bright eyes dimming with sadness. ]

And Wynn sent you here?

[selfcombust]

Wynn recognized that there were aspects of my power that were dangerous to others until I could control. This place isn't entirely a punishment - in some ways it's a protection as well. Sometimes for us, sometimes for the outside world.

He sent me here to learn the control I needed. That was... six years ago. Or seven?

Plenty. That's all I know.

[graveflowers]

If I'm being honest, still, I can't really say I wouldn't have done the same thing. Weeds need to be ripped up. They forfeited their lives the second they decided to use people as a product. There's people that are free because of you.

[ and maybe that is why wynn didn't kick him out like a bitey dog. she doesn't fully agree with all of his knightly appointments (deadpool, really?), but he thought long game by default, he had to know dom would be an asset eventually. ]

And, god, you've really ruined me for ever saying I'm so mad it made my blood boil.

[selfcombust]

[ he smirks at that ] To be fair, their deaths themselves don't hang that heavily on my conscience. But the fact was, I ruined some delicate diplomatic operations that probably got a lot more people killed, just to take out my anger on some human garbage.

The problem was that I didn't mean to do it, and it happened anyway. Who knew what else might stir that kind of anger in me, and whether they'd deserve the fate they got.

[graveflowers]

[ presumably the rest of the deaths do weigh on him. she rolls back on to her back, hand idly stretching out to brush against the back of arm. ]

So he sent you here to learn control.

[selfcombust]

Well, I don't think he sent me here to learn how to shear sheep.

[graveflowers]

David seems pretty into being a shepherd.

[selfcombust]

Yeah, well, some people are made for that kind of thing. I'm not.

[graveflowers]

Gosh, I never would have thought. [ i mean the suit might have given it away, just a little. ]

Thank you for telling me.

[selfcombust]

You don't strike me as a sheepherder either, flower powers or no.

[graveflowers]

Probably not, no. Honestly, I think this is it for me. [ she shrugs against the pillow. ] I'm good at this, despite our horrifyingly shitty track record. Fighting makes sense to me. I have zero great ambitions.

[selfcombust]

You don't think what the Knights do constitutes a 'great ambition'?

[graveflowers]

I consider what the knights do to be basic human decency. [ protecting the downtrodden should be what everyone does, that should just be the way the world works. ]

Where I am from, people like me are born to protect humans from the threat of monsters they can't even see. Half mortal, half god, we were born to fight threats on both sides -- human and monstrous. We don't last very long usually, but we're naturally gifted at what we do. Might as well keep on what I was born to do.

[pyrokineticist]

[ wait a minute ] Did you say half god?

[graveflowers]

I thought I mentioned that with the whole flower power thing, honestly. My mother is the goddess of Spring and queen of the Underworld. It's not a big deal, she's not a big deal.

[ if she wants to prove otherwise she can fucking come down here and prove it. up here? whatever. ]

[selfcombust]

[ he turns to look at her like uhhhhhhhhh gurl ] Persephone isn't a big deal?

[graveflowers]

Lately, it feels like no, not really. It's not like-- I've only met her once, we don't get brunch every third Wednesday.