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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[ There's no disguising the flicker of confusion as Rose's head snaps around to the sound of an unfamiliar voice, the brunette needing a couple of seconds for her brain to catch up to her instincts.

The tension that had risen quickly starts to ease, Rose having to remind herself that the appearance of a stranger didn't mean she didn't know her. ]

Little chance of that. [Recovering as she twirls her stake to draw attention to it.] Not a big fan of guns.

Oh. Good to know.

[Felicity is a big fan of guns, but she was just speaking generally.

While she and Rose have never been besties, there isn't any hostility in her stance either. It just is what it is at this point, and Felicity hadn't been close enough to Des or Elena to be upset by their sudden but inevitable betrayal. So this is fairly neutral, before she nods over to a place that looks like a good place to sit.]

Well, don't let me disturb you.

[There's a beat, looking down at the baggie in her hand, before giving a small shrug.]

Or you're welcome to join me. Getting stoned is usually better when you're doing it with someone else. Just don't tell Mom.

[And by "mom" she means "Gar." She was warned there would be lectures.]

[ Her neutrality was one of those things that actually worked in Felicity's favor as far as Rose was concerned. She might not have been hurt by Elena & Des's actions, but she hadn't been trying to make excuses for it either. That, Rose both respected and appreciated.

The baggie draws her gaze, Rose's nose immediately wrinkling as the 'smoke' in question, suddenly became clear.]

Uh... yeah, no thanks. Not my thing. [Too long dealing with the smoke from cloves had made her not a fan of anything that reminded her of it.] Except for that one time in New York. [A beat.] Never trust Genie friends bearing brownies...

[She laughs at that as she goes to settle in the spot she had determined, before responding back over her shoulder.]

I actually prefer edibles if I'm going to get high, and I don't really do it all that much, but there is not enough booze to go around and I'm not going to take over their kitchen to make pot brownies.

I am a beggar, and I recognize when I'm not able to be choosy.

[One of her special skills is making due with what she has.]

[If anyone could probably benefit from getting high every once in a while, it would probably be Rose. She wasn't good with not being in control, however, not now that she finally had it back. Alcohol was different for her. As a Dhampir? It barely took the edge off. Or maybe that was just as Dean's girlfriend.]

You should talk to Alainn. [A beat.] I'm pretty sure she's got a Firewhiskey distillery in her vault.

[Not, really but she does have a healthy supply if it.]

Along with Dean's Car.

[She nods along with that as she lights up because good to know, good to know, but Rose reaches that last part as she was on the inhale, and it makes her choke a bit (fort save 8). She pulls the blunt from her lips as she waits for her throat to clear before looking over at Rose like "really?"]

He brought his car? And I thought I packed heavy.

[There's something of a gleam in her eyes that suggests, even she knows that's a bit much, but she also seems resolved to the fact that the car went where Dean went and arguing sense wouldn't change it.]

Some people have weapons they can't live without... Dean has The Impala.

[She looks like she could probably have a response to that, but ... whatever. At least he and Rose aren't driving to Russia. If he wants to be that extra over a car, he can be that extra over a car.]

Classic Impala or current Impala?

[As much as Rose herself thought it was strange, she also got it. That car was Dean's twisted version of home, which mattered when you'd never really had one.]

Oh, classic. [Even she understands that important distinction. (Know... IDEK but I rolled a 16. She's probably heard him talk about that car a lot in the last few years.)]

Who knows, could come in handy with what we're doing. The whole, lack of Knight resources and all.

[She takes a drag as she considers, before shrugging.]

Okay, that's fair. A classic car can't be left in the hands of just anyone.

[But it's true, having a car on hand is pretty handy.]

Just how easy is it to get in and out of Alainn's vault? Because unless we can disguise it with a spell, it'd probably be a one time thing before it's burned.

[Sedans and whatever are fine - a classic Impala is going to be distinctive enough to be noticed.]

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