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...

Comments

[graveflowers]

[ everyone turns into the kitchen and lucia barrels into the room and directly into the edge of the table top and suddenly there is shocked toddler shrieking. ]

Shit, Lu.

[uncease]

[Charming has some parental instincts, but this is a bit much for someone who has never cared for a small child. He looks a little clueless and panicked.]

Is she okay?!

[graveflowers]

[ it's probably awful to see tbh and if vi didn't see her daughter walk into shit on the regular she would be just as panicked.

lucia is just wailing, but vi gathers her up and the soft green glow that emanates from her hands sees the little scrape on lucia's forehead closing up and healing over. vi uses the edge of the blanket poncho to wipe any remaining blood off her face. ]

She's right as rain, aren't you, Glowbug? [ lucia's wails have subsided to whimpers, most of the distress coming from startled panic and not actually pain ]

[uncease]

[Charming breathes a little easier as he watches Vi heal the scrape.]

Could you do that before? [He just remembers her being very in touch with nature. Not, healing people. But it's not like he needed to be healed much back at the castle.]

[graveflowers]

No. [ her nose crinkles apologetically. ] There's probably five or six voicemails about it, too. It just sort of happened, one time, Myri was hurt and -- [ she shrugs helplessly as she stands up with lucia in her arms, the little girl's face buried against her shoulder. ]

I'm not, like, a cleric. Myri is the cleric. I'm just back up if she's not around or needs a hand.