knightsoflegend | open ♔ shield base arrival // knights socialization

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open ♔ shield base arrival // knights socialization

WHO || The Knights & agents of SHIELD
WHAT || The Knights arrive at the Las Vegas facility...
WHERE || SHIELD HQ (The Harbor), a desert location near Las Vegas, NV
WHEN || March 2018
HOW || Actionspam

The acting Heads of the Knighthood - Hasmed and Solace - have made a decision that is not easy for many. Given the terrible state of everything happening in America, they've decided to relocate operations entirely to the States, and have secured a facility vaguely near Las Vegas: agreeing to work alongside the S.H.I.E.L.D. organization to find a way to take down Blade. It is certainly possible, with the grim missions that lie before them, that many, or all, of the Knights may never return. Reactions to the announcement are certain to be strong, but it's time to choose what they will bring with them to their new life - and for some, to decide if it's a journey they can bring themselves to take.

Most of the facility is underground, and the Knights are each granted badges that will act as keycards to get them into the barracks area that has been sequestered for them in its own building (called the Enclave), as well as to access the other rooms that are open to their use. It is more or less similar to this, but scaled up in size to account for the larger numbers of people housed on base. There are separate buildings on the base compound for the agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. (The Sanctuary) and for those members of Hellsing (The Bulwark) who have relocated as well. The entire compound itself is referred to collectively as "The Harbor". Peter Fargason will continue to run training drills daily, attempting to mold the Knights into a more efficient combat unit, and Hasmed, Solace, Koraith, Dovan, and Lis'sa will continue to assign missions to members of the Knighthood, ostensibly aimed towards slowing the tide of monsters and evil doers heading to Los Angeles and protecting Shadowkind in America from the "war on Shadowkind" being waged by the American government, as non-humans are being rounded up as potential threats to the country. Hasmed and Solace have assumed joint leadership of the Knighthood, and appointed no Dragon's Claw to replace either the deceased Sir Bancroft or the now gone rogue Sir Chessing.

Gone is the eclectic decor of the castle rooms, replaced by a much more uniform look to each assigned barracks, which, unfortunately, sleep two to a room because of restraints on space. Feel free to sign up for a roommate on the thread on this post. In fact, everything here is much more polished, state of the art, and modern, which is a jarring change from the castle. How well people adjust may depend on quite a few factors... but for now, they are free to attempt settling in.

[ This is the social log for anything while the Knights relocate to Las Vegas ]

On this post:

Roommate Assignments
Roomie Sign-Up
Phil Coulson | Welcome
Skye | Tech support, Bulwark, Research, Apologies
Gwen | Enclave public areas, Training w/Hellsing, Wildcard
Kenzi | Enclave, Training, Wildcard
Darcy | Bio Engineering & Research, Wildcard
Avaleen | OTA
Sawyer | Enclave, Wildcard
Frankie | Hangar, Technology Room, Have a Beer, Wildcard
Topher | Technology Room, Wildcard
Malina | Scenarios
Rosario | Scenarios
Paige | Training w/Hellsing, the Track, Wildcard
Kali | Training, Elsewhere
Caroline | Training, Common Rooms
Andrew | Technology Room, Rec Room
Barry | Training Room, Various
Cora | Outside, Training, Hangar
Jane | Technology Room, Laboratory, Research, Training
Dimitri | Training
Bo | Training
Lois | Training Room, Common Areas, Various
David L. | Training Room, Various
Kate | Shooting Range, Rec Area
Sweets | In Session
Lila | Shooting Range, Kitchen, Rec Room, Outside
Rory | Training Sessions
Laurel | Various
Hasmed | Various
Toby | Kitchen, Outside
Sark | Training, Wildcard
Integra (w/Alucard) | Training
Edain | Various + closed to Ella
Carol | Training, Hangar, Rec Room
Deadpool | All your Base, Vegas baby!!
Cordelia | Rec Room
Jordan | Enclave various
Ward | Daily routine
Thea | Various
Riggs | Enclave
Jo | Lost
Tony | Sanctuary (w/Coulson), Enclave lab, various

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Well [ his lips curve back upwards into an easy smile, clearly bolstered by her own unstoppable grin, and the hand from which the rope still dangles slides around her waist smoothly, letting the coil fall to the floor, his hand hooking her inwards ever so slightly with an easy pressure, as he lowers the card to offer it to her in exchange for the admission ] I’m one helluva dancer.

[ She doesn't resist, despite the fact that there's a voice screaming 'duck and cover' in her head as if a bomb will fall at any moment. She appears to be having trouble hearing it over the sound of her own libido as he draws her closer.

Kenzi inhales a slow, slightly shuddering breath as she takes her card from Peter, holding it against her chest like a pathetic shield that can in no way act as a barrier between the two of them. She can say with a 90% certainty that whatever is happening right now is a terrible idea... But she's equally sure that she forgot every reason why the second his hand made contact with her lower back. ]

You dance? [ Two for two in the surprise department, she allows her smile to curve her mouth this time. Curiosity shining in her pale blue eyes as she lifts her chin to meet his gaze.

She doesn't look away as she slips her access card back into her pocket before holding her hand out palm up. ]

Prove it.

[ something close to delight dances in his eyes for a moment that she’s willing to take him up on it, and even that there’s still an aspect of challenge to her response. ]

It’s too bad we’re a little light on music here. Think you could provide? [ he fixes her with a ‘stern’ look and adds: ] Better be something with a beat. [ there’s a teasing edge to the warning, but he’s not granting her any extra space, keeping her held in place as he nods at the pocket where her phone sticks out, not taking her offered hand yet. she's gotta use her spot-i-whatever first. ]

[ For a second there she thinks he's was going to use the lack of music as an excuse, but for better or worse he's committing to this and even if he ends up being terrible? There's a definite swell of respect all the same. ]

Yes sir. [ Light dancing in her eyes as she retrieves her phone and distractedly pulls up the app.

Hitting random, she's prepared to keep going until a suitable tune starts up... but the moment the beat kicks in she has to press her lips together to keep from laughing out loud.

Hey Mama - David Guetta ft Nicki Minaj

Well played Spotify gods. Well played.]

I can work with this.

[ no shit, this hooker got a nat 20 dance check, so prepare to throw your panties out the window. he slowly bobs his head a few times this way and that, feeling out the beat and apparently decides that it's adequate for their purposes, reaching out to take her hand finally, once her phone is slid away. he immediately spins her out in one smooth, languid motion before reeling her back towards him and sliding his hand more fully against her waist than even before, easily slipping into step. these hips tell no tales. ]

You and me both.

Hot in Here - Nelly

[ With her own 24 Dance Check (34 with Charm), she's no slouch herself, that much evident by the way her body turns, the flourish of her hands as he pulls her back and settles her against his body.

If she weren't so totally screwed before. Welp.

Her gaze locks with his and she allows Peter and the music to guide her, Kenzi's hand sliding up his chest to rest against his shoulder as her body responds to every roll and turn of his hips.

He did promise that he was full of surprises... but dayum. It's gonna be hard to throw those panties when she's pretty sure they just evaporated. ]

Edited 2019-03-09 05:10 (UTC)

[ my dice are incorrigible. i say this, because as they move against each other, his hands seem to hit just the right places, his hips hit just the right pressure when they dip against hers, and the way he looks at her is positively searing. why? because i rolled another nat 20 charm check right in a row here for his next comment ]

Y'know... I've met a lot of girls on a lot of worlds all around the galaxy. But I've never seen eyes like those.

[ Her body is screaming for her to throw more than just her panties right now because just when you thought things couldn't get any ~~worse~~ better... Kenzi crit failed her will save.

She can't help the soft whimper that spills past her lips. Her body pressing closer, the slightest of pressure on his shoulder as his words roll through her, setting off a swarm of butterflies in their wake.

Her mouth falls open, scrambling for a witty comeback to lessen the moment but all that comes is the quickening of her breath for reasons that have nothing to do with dancing. ]

[ get gotten - ben lee

none of her reactions are lost on his stellar sense motive check, and he lifts one hand to brush the hair off her neck with his fingers, surprisingly delicate, his touch wisping against her skin just enough to leave goosebumps trailing behind. his eyes fixate again on her lips, his face drawing close enough that she can feel his breath warm against her own, his body swaying more slowly in time with hers. when he speaks, his voice has enough of a roughness to it to send a thrumming through her, and it sounds like she's not the only one losing a bit of herself, desperate for some relief to the tension. ] If you don't want me to kiss you, you'd better say so right now.

[ She peers up at him from beneath a veil of long, dark eyelashes. Only vaguely aware of the way their movement has slowed to become a dance of intent, rather than a performance. She pulls her lower lip in between her teeth as every molecule inside her body seems to vibrate as he closes the distance. The warmth of his breath causing her eyelids to flutter closed as she dares to breathe in his scent once more.

It's not so much a deliberate move, but rather a reaction to everything happening right now; Her hand moving across his shoulder and following the curve of his neck until her fingers gently graze his jaw. She can feel her heart hammering against her ribcage, her head tilting just so as if to invite him in but she doesn't dare open her eyes, unwilling to risk the chance of shattering this moment and when she speaks, it's barely more than air passing her lips. ]

Shut up and kiss me.

[ she literally doesn't have to ask twice. the warmth of his palm cradles against her neck fully now as he leans in and kisses her deeply, his lips parting against hers not long after with a sense of near urgency. his body presses firmly into hers, his other hand grappling her flat against him, and his tongue brushes against her own a few times in an experimental tease, before turning more firmly hungry, fingers twining through her hair as he keeps her face locked to his. it's v take charge, v manly. but there's also a surprising amount of sweetness to his touch, at least something emotionally genuine there. ]

Edited 2019-03-09 07:01 (UTC)

[ There's just the hint of a grin lingering on her lips as he closes the distance, but it melts when his mouth claims hers with a need that steals her breath away. She'll probably never admit it to him, but she's been thinking about the possibility of this moment for more than two years now, and she can honestly say the little fantasy that had played out in her head? Had absolutely nothing on reality, in spite of, or perhaps even because of the time in between.

Her body molds to his hard frame, her grip on him tightening as his fingers become tangled in her hair, his hunger fueling her own as the remnants of her resistance are torn to shreds beneath his fingers. (Sense Motive Nat 20)

It cracks something inside her chest, her own touch becoming more insistent in reply as she groans against his lips. Her own need, almost desperate now as she tries to eliminate any distance between them. ]

[ on a purely theoretical level, he's aware of the fact that they're in a public space, but does he actually care? his 9 will save says no. the groan he elicits from her meets with a deeper one of his own, and he swings her around decidedly, driving her backwards against the cupboard, which luckily doesn't have any harsh metal handles sticking out, because he is not being particularly gentle. his hands start roaming, and then shift down to lift her up against him, holding her in place where her legs can wrap around his body, keeping her securely pinned in place.

he doesn't break off from kissing her for more than a few seconds here and there, almost as if he's afraid that doing so will let her brain take over and change her mind. ]

[ With her roll of exactly 3, she won't be much help either but if we're being honest? Any chance of her caring went out the window somewhere around about those back to back Nat 20s.

The sound she makes, something caught between surprise and excitement, becomes swallowed by his mouth as her back hits the cupboard. Her hammering heart kicking up a notch as he picks her up like she weighs nothing at all. There's no time wasted in wrapping herself around him. No moment to second guess what they're doing. Her body is leaving her mind in the dust as every touch, every kiss, every sound he makes, threatens to consume her.

She's momentarily struck by how much bigger than her, he is. How easily he could break her if he wanted to but there's something in the way he tries to keep her as close as humanly possible, that makes it impossible to see that as a bad thing.

Her hand skims along his jaw, slipping back through the length of his hair as she breaks the kiss long enough to catch her breath. Their mouths are still dangerously close together as if she too doesn't dare to pull away. Even as she fills her lungs, her teeth graze his lower lip. Her fingers pressing against his scalp as she pushes through his hair.

There's no more hesitation, though. Not anymore. No danger of her running from the room despite the many fumbles that had led them to this moment. She always had known that the second she crossed that line with him, coming back from it would be damn near impossible. ]

[ when she's the one to break away just enough to let them both breathe, he allows himself to catch his own breath as well, hanging on her every inhalation and exhalation as he waits for her to say something, to push him away, to alter course.

but she doesn't, and it slowly begins to dawn on him, which turns his urgency into something else, something that can clearly take its time a little more. his breath mingles with hers, his gaze dragging heavily over her features, pouring over every little reaction as he grinds into her with a slow insistence that leaves it very clear where he's uh, standing, on the situation. ]

Tell me what you want.

[ his voice is hopelessly husky now and you're going to think that i'm full of shit but i just rolled

another nat 20 charisma check. i can't make this up.

some day, peter is going to die in a dire situation where he could have used any of these rolls to save his ass, because instead he used them all to get laid this one time. but it will have been worth it. ]

[ For the love all that is holy and not... this is just not fair, and that much is evident by the low, desperate groan that rolls up her throat as her fingers close around the length of his hair. She wants him so much right now that she can't even think straight and there's an unexpected, errant thought that rolls through her head; This must be what it feels like to the people Bo noms on...

She presses her back against the cupboard, pushing her hips forward to press against him and it pulls another groan from her lips, Kenzi drowning in an overwhelming need to be with him as she becomes super aware of the need between his legs. ]

You... Here... Now...

[ The words barely stringing into a coherent thought as she pushes them out between breaths, even half senseless, however, she does still have her own brand of appeal. (CHA 23/33 w/Charm) ]

And much less clothes...

[ Kenzi smothering the last of that sentence as she crushes her mouth to his again, her hand already gathering up a fistful of material as if she's going to attempt to get him naked and kiss without stopping either. ]

[ that's a complicated maneuver, kenz, but he appreciates the sentiment, nevertheless. in fact, he will do his damnedest to help with a 22 dex, pulling his own shirt over his head with minimal breaks in the bodily contact, keeping her basically pinned to the wall via his hips and thighs and the oh so convenient cabinet as leverage. his lips seek out her throat this time instead, as his shirt goes flying to the side, biting and kissing and otherwise busying himself in a very appealing manner while his own hands start seeking out any way under the fabric of her own outfit, eagerly sliding across skin and making reckless, quick work of fastenings with that insanely skilled manual dexterity of his. ~~she was right to let his skill with the rope earlier let her mind start wandering, apparently.~~

as his mouth drags up towards her ear, teeth and tongue tugging at her earlobe, he breaks off to murmur: ] I like the way you think. [ and he's gonna just dramatically undo some piece of clothing of hers with a sudden, practiced ripping apart motion of some kind. maybe it's a corset. we just don't know with kenzi's eighty layer outfit concoctions. ]

[ Complicated or not, she’s certainly committed to giving it her best try, coming in with the assist and a dex 19 as between them they make quick work of his shirt. Her head tips back, the effortless moans of pleasure encouraging the path he carves with his lips and teeth and while she’s far too distracted by his touch to drink in the sight of him? Her hands are only too willing to take their fill.

It’s Kenzi, so she was no doubt wearing something like this and regretting it with every fiber of her being… until she gets to experience the maneuver that, might in fact be the hottest thing anyone has ever done to her.]

You are way too good at that. [ Her voice low and husky, strained by the heady combination of impatience and desire as she easily sheds the remnants of her shirt. It's then he’d realize that the hard work was over as the air pebbles her exposed skin, the lightest brush of her bare chest against his making her very aware of every nerve in her body. It's enough to make her gasp, and it hits her how painfully long it's been since she's allowed herself this.

Kenzi lifts her gaze, unaware that she's grown still as her eyes dart across his features. Her heart slamming against her rib cage as she exhales a shuddering breath. It's so brief, but it's there. The slightest flicker of vulnerability, something that almost looks like fear but it's there and gone so quick it's hard to say for sure. (Will Save 31).]

And it's really unfair how much I want this. [ And if he didn't already feel like the most wanted man alive? I sure hope he does now. (Cha Nat 20). ]

[ his will save was a whole 16 so he releases a frustrated groan of his own, as her gaze lifts to meet his, although how much he picks up on her moment of vulnerability is definitely questionable (sense motive 10). he's really distracted by the timbre of her voice, and the way her lashes are framing her gorgeous eyes at the moment. his words are completely breathless and compromised as he responds: ] You and me both. [ and a hand slides up towards her breasts, where the side of his thumb skates over her nipple back and forth slowly, before he lowers his head to kiss a trail down that way with a growl of need ]

[ Have you ever had one of those moments where you think you should quit something because you're on a streak so good that... you've definitely peaked and it's never gonna come close to this again? Yeah, Kenzi may need to consider becoming a nun after this because in the cosmic twist that is the Gods of DnD really wanting these two to have amazing sex, in rolling to see if she realized he was a Boobs Man (because I am the most serious)... she developed the supernatural ability to instinctively know, exactly what Peter likes. (Wis Nat 20.) Or something?!

ANYway...

Another whimper, and now a hissed yes accompanies the slide of his hand, her body rolling beneath his touch as he covets the stretch of exposed skin on his journey towards her breast. She watches him as her hand moves back to push her fingers through his hair, hyper aware of every twitch of muscle, facial tick and moan of desire. It's as if the only thing that matters right now is that he never forgets this and she rolls her shoulders, arching her back as if to offer herself up to him as he trails a line of hot kisses across her chest.]

Please... [ That one word infused with so much need that she has to clamp down on her lower lip to keep from begging him next. And all the while she never ceases the endless roll of her hips, maintaining near perfect control of the rhythm as she grinds against him. (... Strength 19)

Considering her Strength mod is +0? I'll just retire from RP now. ]

[ peter quill just won the lottery twenty times over.

she can feel his mouth curve into a grin against her skin, where he's currently gloriously occupied dragging his lips, teeth, and tongue across her breasts everywhere he can reach. apparently, he won't settle for anything less than begging with that sudden will save of his, and his eyes flick upwards to meet hers, filled with an incredibly pleased look when that word falls off her lips, a teasing spark dancing there now. ] Please what? [ he punctuates the word by grinding deliberately against her with his own 16 strength check, the steady pressure of his incredibly firm cock straining against his poor beleaguered pants to give her something at least moderately satisfying to rub against, although it sure as hell doesn't feel like enough ]

[ There’s no obvious reaction to his question, just the weight of her gaze when their eyes lock. The slightest flicker of mischief stirring as she scrapes her teeth over her lower lip (Will Save 35). The hand that’s tangled in his hair slowly pulls away but her eyes never stray from his. The intensity growing with every roll of their hips as the moment seems to draw out for an eternity. He’d see it, the way the seductive tease of his ceaseless grind plays out across her features and it’s almost like she wants him to. As if that low moan, the scrape of her teeth, the flutter of long dark lashes is all designed to answer him in ways that words never could.]

Pretty please? [ That same spark in her own eyes as Kenzi slips a hand between their bodies, her hips shifting to allow her to find the hardened outline of his cock. She continues to hold him captive with her eyes, her breath fanning out across his face as she drags her fingers along his trapped length.

Her mouth dips, almost capturing Peter’s but skimming his cheek instead as all the while, deft fingers make easy work of his zipper as she carves a path towards his ear. (Dex 18).]

Please… [A repeat of her earlier plea, though it sounds more desperate now. Kenzi's teeth teasing the outer shell of his ear as she starts to work on her own pants.] Because if you’re not inside me in the next thirty seconds, I’m going to scream.

[ well goddamn, how is he supposed to argue with that. the sound he makes when she starts touching his dick is a half-strangled groan of both relief and need, so he is all too glad when she finally pulls him free. he can't even make words now, and so his hand digs back into his pants, because somewhere in the distant back of his mind, enough of a warning bell went off to make him think about contraception. however, he is used to space, which probably has a much more advanced method of this shit, and when he pulls out the condom, so busy looking at her and focusing on the way her pants are coming off that he just

crit failed his condom usage.

which in this case, means that he can't even get the damn thing open. and looks dangerously close to just trying to rip it open with his teeth. his struggles lead him to at least lower her down against the cupboard, which is fine, because she's gotta get her pants off anyway right ]

Edited 2019-03-13 10:15 (UTC)

[ At least one of them was thinking, because Kenzi was not (Wis 8) and unfortunately, she doesn't have the excuse of space contraception being a thing. It's just... Been a while alright. Plus she has a lot going on right now as she curses boots that lace up to her knees and the fact that she couldn't have just worn a skirt but at least she can keep her head far better than Peter can, breaking out another Dex 19 to just, pull on those laces and the boots clomp onto the floor before returning to her pants.

It's then that she finally looks up to witness the eternal struggle that appears to be Peter VS the condom wrapper and damn it, if it doesn't somehow break some of the tension in the air in a way that allows her to breathe because she can't help but find the sight of it one of the most stupidly endearing things she's ever seen. ]

Oh my god... [ Breathy laughter spilling over as she sits there with her pants, half on half off. Struggling and failing to suppress the grin that wants to pull wide across her features. Had he handled that like a pro, she might have remembered why she'd sworn she was never gonna do this with him in the first place but this? His complete and utter fail at the home stretch? It actually feels good.]

Give it here. [ A sparkle in her eyes as she looks more relaxed now than she has in perhaps... all the time he's known her. ]

[ well, he doesn't share in your humor ok, but at least refrains from being like NO I CAN DO IT, like a two year old. ~~just barely.~~ reluctantly, he hands it over, one hand raking through the back of his mussed up hair, his other hand moving to idly uh, adjust himself down there. ] I think there's something wrong with it. [clearly that is the truth of the situation, and not user error. how could this suave ladies' man be the problem ]

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