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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isabella ♃

[graveflowers]

[ vi doesn't ignore her roommate, that would be rude. she's happy to cuddle with isabella to keep warm at night, fucking watch her. she's also more than happy to include isabella in hanging out or sparring -- or more accurately, getting her ass kicked by isabella because vi has been slacking in the swordsmanship arena as of late. she knows her faults.

right now she leans against the door frame, gnawing on a ginger cookie. ]

Hey. How are you with a pair of scissors?

[savemyself]

Have you taken up crafts already?

[graveflowers]

I'd rather die. [ but she smiles, pleased by isabella's teasing. ] No. I haven't cut my hair in five years and I think my split ends have split ends.

[savemyself]

Now that, I can certainly do. [ she sets her book aside and snaps at her as she walks through the door ] Come.

[graveflowers]

[ IS BOSSY JUST SOMETHING SHE IS INTO??? either way vi scampers after her. ] Just a trim! I like it long, I just like it not falling apart too.

[savemyself]

[ isabella easily finds both scissors and a wooden stool, which she situates in front of a mirror and nods at vi to sit ] Nothing dramatic, I understand.

[graveflowers]

I mean it, I need it long to make my laziness easier. [ but she sits, trusting isa not to stab her in the throat with the scissors. ]

[savemyself]

If you say so. [ she'll set the scissors down to brush it out first ]

[graveflowers]

[ oh gosh, having her hair brushed. vi melts. she sits quietly for a bit, not flinching at the knots she knows are there. ]

How y'doing stuck here with us?

[savemyself]

I do not have a choice. So I am managing.

[graveflowers]

I suppose making the best of a situation is something you've gotten good at over the years.

[ and then they lost her only family. that's nice. ]

[savemyself]

Perhaps not as good as I could, sometimes. But I have tried, si.

[graveflowers]

Honestly, I wish it would rub off on us.

[savemyself]

Things have not improved, I take it?

[graveflowers]

Small improvements. [ on personal fronts, aside from the kidnapped bae and evil former friends thing. she'd thought they were doing well? but now she feels like she was missing every sign that pointed otherwise. ]

I'd thought, at least. Now it feels like any progress any of us had made evaporated.

[savemyself]

Because you were kicked out of the Knights? Or because of something else?

[graveflowers]

Mostly the Hell stuff, no one trusts anyone else, it's going to be an issue.

[savemyself]

I can't claim to understand any of that myself. But trust comes from the gut. Sometimes it tells us wrong, but more often than not, what we wanted to be true in our head or our heart was fighting our gut all along.

[graveflowers]

I guess. [ vi shrugs, stilling quickly when she remembers isabella's brushing her hair. ] I never know if I should trust my heart or my head or my gut at all in winter.

[savemyself]

I think in some ways this is winter for all of us.

[graveflowers]

Yeah, well, isn't exactly conducive to developing teamwork.

[savemyself]

[ isabella's hand still a moment ] Is anything, with this group?

[graveflowers]

[ vi snorts. ] Good point. Time, I guess. Buffy and I used to not like each other, now we're good.

[savemyself]

She and I have talked as well.

[graveflowers]

Oh? How did that go?