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

[ She barely contains the grin at the sound of his voice, now that she's successfully navigated his momentarily bruised ego. A shiver winding its way down her spine as his fingers thread through her hair and she really does allow herself a moment to appreciate him, at least in a way she never could have in the past. It's a short-lived moment, however, one she's easily distracted from as his hand slides between her thighs. Her mouth stilling against his chest at that first tease of his finger and the material that does little to conceal her desire. A shuddering breath of hot air, fans out against his skin as her hips instinctively rock into his touch. Her body desperate for the renewed friction that had already pulled her apart, and the need for something more. ]

You mean you weren't blinded by all my milky white glory? [ Grin widening, despite the self-deprecating humor as she becomes, very distracted by the dance of fingers across her skin.

Her mouth drags across his chest, hot and slow, breathing altered by the progression of his hand. A near soundless groan becoming caught in the back of her throat as his fingers tease at her wet folds. With an infinitesimal lurch, she inches closer at the perfect pressure of him pushing inside her, Kenzi's fingers pressing into his skin as he learns just how much she wants him.

She tries to speak but all that comes is a low moan that vibrates against him, her head tipping up so she can take in his expression as her own becomes etched in need. ]

So worth the wait... [ As if she's speaking to herself, but if she's talking about him or the fact that she literally hasn't had sex in forever? That's anyone's guess. ]

[ shut up - greyson chance

he doesn't know, and to be fair, he'll settle for either.

with a few practiced pumping motions, he continues to toy with her for a moment, before he can't take it anymore either. did anyone really expect peter quill to be a patient man in any aspect of his life.

as he withdraws his now slick fingers, dragging them upwards s-l-ow-ly over her clit again, his hand twists to pull those panties aside, even as he backs her up again so that she can get some ballast against the wall for what's to come. his other hand comes between them to guide his cock towards her slit, teasing her with the head of it for just long enough before he pushes the tip in, a noise rumbling free from deep in his chest, as he lifts a hand to press against the wall beside her head. the other hand grips her bodily as his eyes slowly traverse her body, lingering on her breasts again, before he meets her gaze.

he doesn't say anything to her commentary, but it is his turn to look momentarily vulnerable as he slides inside of her with a smooth thrust, a hiss of breath accompanying the action as he fills her up inside. there's something unguarded in his eyes that slips for a second, something that comes off as more than a little lost and uncertain about whether what he's doing here is the next stupid thing in a whole progression of idiotic moves that alienate the people in his life, or whether it's just something he should shut up and enjoy, or whether it's something else entirely. it's clear as day to her that he literally does not know, but that being desired by someone who had purported to be unable to stand him for so long actually means some(?)thing(??) to him right now more than a player entrapping some sought after prey. so at least there's that. ]

[ She can see it all, as if the moment they came together she’d been granted some window into his mind. His thoughts written like a map on his face and it causes her breath to catch. (Sense Motive 41). Her heart beats wildly in her chest, something that feels like a rising panic surging through her, and Kenzi’s grip tightens on him in response, as if to keep herself steady… or perhaps even him. Every time she thinks she has him all figured out, a new angle is revealed and maybe she would have appreciated these views long before now, if he hadn’t so easily wounded her pride. She never disliked him though. How could she? He hadn’t done anything she hadn’t experienced a thousand times before.

This, however? One pure moment of vulnerability as he buries himself inside of her? This scares the ever-loving shit out of her, and it’s not lost on her, the irony of it all. That the woman who can’t get anyone to take her seriously, just felt something very real from the man she’s always refused to take seriously herself. They were both as screwed up as each other. It’s just that in this moment, Kenzi might be the one whose better at hiding it? (Will Save 20 total.)

So of course, she does what she always does when she doesn't know how to deal with something. She creates a distraction – this time in the form of her fingers threading through his hair, closing her eyes against the rising tide of conflicting emotions as she pulls him down to claim him in a kiss, an edge of desperation in the way her mouth seals against his. A groan rumbles up from her chest as she tries to focus on the sensations instead, her other leg coming to wind around his body as she rocks her hips forward against his. She gasps, threatening to steal the air from his lungs as her other arm braces against his chest – almost like she’s unconsciously trying to keep a barrier between them, even as the rest of her is trying to get as close to him as possible. ]

[ it's alright y'all, he got a 20 fort save, i know we were all concerned he was about to bust a nut on contact after all these other good rolls.

he leans into the heat of her kiss, even as he falls into a matching rhythm with her of ~~~~~~~~~pelvic sorcery~~~~~~~ satisfying and increasingly intense thrusts. his mouth parts her own, so that his tongue can slide across hers, seeking further contact, more sensations to lose themselves in. i even rolled his frenching check for him and he got an 18, aren't you so proud. he'll never be this good again, kenzi, you're only going to be disappointed if this happens again.

as she wraps a leg around him, his hand slides down to her ass, hitting the two fold benefit of giving her more support and allowing him a really good excuse to ... get to grab her ass. there's a shift in angles as they do so that hits the right spot apparently and he moans freely into her mouth, a guttural sound of pure desire that almost turns half into a growl as his grip on her tightens. his mouth breaks off from hers just enough to utter her name in a tone of lust and wonder, wrapped in the exquisite novelty of being allowed to say it that way ]

[ Oh she doesn't doubt it because I thought I'd be hilarious and Will Save against his pelvic sorcery... and she crit failed so. I'm fairly sure all future sex for her will be a disappointment. Thanks for that Peter. Well at least she’ll get a very memorable orgasm out of it. (Fort Save 19 ). Aren’t you so glad I’m here with the quality content?

She surrenders to him all too willingly as he parts her lips, almost as if she’s trying to drown out the emotion by giving herself over to desire. The result is an intensity that she’s hardly prepared for, her slight frame practically clinging to his, every thrust pulling forth a moan that becomes smothered by the ferocity of a kiss that leaves her head spinning. She feeds off it, her fingers pressing into his scalp as her body falls into perfect sync with his. The hand that she used to brace herself, traveling up to cup his face as if to keep him locked in the kiss. (Yeah she got a 21.)

He growls and she actually whimpers, as if the mere sound threatens to overwhelm her as every shift of their bodies seems to strip back another layer. Kenzi unable to cling so tightly to the masks she wears when he’s unraveling her with every sound he makes. Her hand skims his cheek, slides down his neck, traveling across the broad, muscular expanse of his shoulder in her greedy need to feel more of him. Her name falls from his lips in a way that makes it impossible for her not to look at him, just the sound of it doing as much for her in that moment as that hand on her ass. There’s no panic, though… at least not this time, just the sound of his own name, wrapped in need as her forehead presses against his.]

[ ... and then he crit fails his next will save and it's basically a loop of frenzied, primal desire going on right now, which is probably exactly what he wants the most anyway at this moment, because it banishes every other thought from his mind. his body feels electric at her touch, and can't seem to get enough of her, his mouth moving to her neck and jaw, teeth scraping against the skin and pulling at her ear lobe as he releases grunts and gasps while they build together towards release. frustrated with the limitations of wall sex, he will just... pick her up entirely with an 18 strength check and carry her over to a nearby padded bench, where he lays her down and keeps going with barely any break, his weight bearing down against her now ]

[ There's this moment, brief though it is, when he's picking her up and carrying her across the room while still devouring her that she knows, she's completely screwed. That even if this ends up being nothing more than just a one night stand, she isn't going to be able to pretend like this didn't happen. It won't be one of those things she can ignore and laugh off like she does with everything else in her life, and she might have even wanted to hate him for it... if she didn't need this just as desperately as he seemed to, but the thing that made it worse, somehow? She didn't know in that moment if what she really needed was something to get lost in, or to get lost in him.

She can't linger on that thought, couldn't if she wanted to, not with the weight of his body on top of hers. Her arm slipping around his middle, nails grazing his back as the sounds she fought to contain, come too easily now. It's almost like he knows exactly how to touch her, her body a map for his fingers and mouth to traverse and even if she wants it to last, to prolong this feeling just a little bit longer, he's making it impossible for her to do so. The pleasure of it builds inside her, threatening to overwhelm every single nerve in her body. Her toes curling against his tensed frame as she cries out his name.]

[ i've decided this is just my peter quill climaxing icon and i'm gonna stick with it.

look, their fortitude saves were both great, so there are going to be waves upon waves of build-up here, but there's so many ways to write repeated thrusting so we'll just say that eventually here, things reach a head, and they crest that wave, his fingers digging deep into her skin as he moans with relief and pleasure in an utterly unrestrained manner that probably echoes out down the hall. i can't imagine peter quill having anything less than a really silly orgasm face, but hopefully she's going to be too distracted to notice. ]

[ And just because you said that I rolled a spot check to see if she noticed. We all laughed when it was a 2 but with her modifier of +15? At least that was an epic Will Save (36). You're welcome, Peter. I mean it probably helps that she's just had her first orgasm during sex in five years so... I think you could have broken into a chorus of 'God Save the Queen' and she would have been good.]

Sweet mother of orgasms... [ She'll just be here, still half clinging to him, refusing to move just yet as she tries to catch her breath in that state of blissed-out post-orgasmic haze.]

[ he lets out a breathy but incredibly genuine short laugh at that, unable to really roll off of her because they're on a bench, it's not exactly super wide. so instead he's slumped against her for the moment, and finally raises his head to quip: ]

So, clearly, ten minutes, and we go again?

[ It's that bark of laughter that chases away any panic that might threaten to rise, her own body shaking gently beneath his with the breathless chuckle that follows. ]

What, are you kidding me? [A beat.] Make it fifteen... I need to get feeling back in my legs first.

We miiight want to consider getting pants on... before someone comes down to hit the mats.

Emphasis on consider.

[ She turns her head to actually look at him... and immediately regrets it because she's positive it's now burned into her memory. Exactly what he looks like after sex from the convenient position of being on top of her. It's distracting enough that confusion lines the corners of her eyes for a moment, until she shifts ever so slightly beneath him. The feel of sweaty skin sticking to the vinyl covered padding of the bench, wrenching her back to the reality of her current situation.

Yes, Kenzi. That did happen. ]

Pants. [ Oh god that did happen. ] Pants... [ Say something other than pants. ] Shoes... clothes. [ No, something else... ] I'm so very naked right now.

[ her panic seems to amuse him as he's got a stupid grin on his face now. but he will push up off from her, albeit reluctantly, taking a second to admire the view while she's still in said state ] Yes you are. [ he makes a satisfied 'mm' sound to follow that up. peter stahp. he'll at least turn that grin away from her eventually so he can find somewhere to throw that condom away, and start gathering his own clothes off the floor, tossing anything he picks up that isn't his her way ]

[ Oh no. She so failed a Will Save against that stupid ass grin of his, but is smart enough to know that's a terrible thing. (Wis 23). So she's just going to look up, as if that piece of hair sticking to her face is a fascinating thing and pretend she can't see the casual perusal of her body as he hums his approval in response.

She groans softly as he shifts and he'll probably never know how close she comes to pulling him back, even as her head is screaming at her to stop. That voice doesn't stop her gaze from wandering to his bare ass as he walks away, though, finally closing her eyes to the sight of him as if she can banish his swagger from her mind.

When her clothes start landing around her, she allows herself an audible groan, staring at the top he'd basically ripped off her and trying not to get stuck on how hot that had been. ]

Why does literally everything I own have buckles and laces...

Probably because it looks really frickin' hot. [ #expertassessment

he turns around, zipping up his pants, before beginning to pull his shirt back over his head, regrettably covering up those abs ] Sorry about the shirt.

[ as he yanks his own all the way down, he reconsiders that ] ... Ok, no I'm not.

[ Unf... Wait, no! Stop that!

She huffs, but even she can't quite mask that stupid smile that wants to push onto her lips. His words so distracting in fact, that any attempt to try and turn the scraps of material into something that might cover her up, fails miserably. (Wis 8 + Dex 6.)

Him, almost fully dressed and her still. Pretty much naked, seemed like the opportune moment to pick up her phone, Kenzi's fingers darting across her screen at lightning speed as she fires off a semi-panic induced text to Bo.

There was a lot she needed to try and unpack about this and sometimes it worked better if you just got to the point. ]

Trust me it was worth it... [ The words muttered under her breath but not inaudible.

Tossing her phone she at least manages to get to her feet, realizing that this must be how the pilgrims felt because dear god, she was going to be walking bow-legged for a week.]

You wouldn't happen to have a spare... anything? [ Her back to him now as she tries to wrestle herself back into her pants. ] I wasn't really planning to ah, flash my tatas to all of S.H.I.E.L.D. today.

[ ~~Too late?~~ ]

[ it's not like he wore his coat into the training room, so he will look around entirely uselessly ] I could go get you something.

I'm not sure anyone in S.H.I.E.L.D. would complain, for the record. But maybe there's some towels in the closet. [ he's gonna go look around and... come up empty lmfao ]

[ It's a moment when she'd really like to preen from the compliment but then, she's still topless in the training gym of a bunch of secret underground spy types... and her phone starts ringing. Because of course it does and she doesn't even need to check the caller ID to know it's Bo, she just very quickly cuts off that call because. Now?]

Uhh... [ She's going to turn around with as much pride as she can muster into her smol frame, with her hands currently cupping her breasts and her fly wide open and try to look like she's not the least bit worried. ]

It's cool. Just one more thing to tick off my bucket list, right? [ Still rocking a Bluff 40 despite that awful roll.

And if you think, she won't see this bluff through to completion? You're wrong. ]

[ he might be convinced she's not worried, but he still turns back towards her, taking a few (still swaggering) steps in her direction, before chuckling and pulling his shirt back off, holding it out ] Here.

[ Just because she was willing to see it through to completion... doesn't mean she's not going to have to fight really hard to keep the smile from touching her lips as he crosses the room to stand in front of her again. Her lips pressing together as her gaze meets his and she almost begrudgingly accepts his shirt. ]

Thank you. [ And because she just can't help herself... ] And you're welcome, to every woman you will pass in the next five minutes.

[ he clearly appreciates it, the smile stuck in place now ] I'll make sure to tell them where to direct their thank yous.

[ It takes barely a second to glean the meaning from his words and it's that same, idiotic grin from before. The one she's trying desperately to keep from her face and failing miserably.

As if to provide an adequate distraction, she pulls his shirt over her head. Flashing him in the process - you're welcome, Peter - until it's hanging rather comically from her frame. ]

It looks better on me anyway. [ Or maybe it's just that he looks better without it. Probably. ]

Not arguin' that point. [ he's gonna fold his arms, sizing her up ] Sounded like you had a call to take. Might be important.

[ Oh yeah. That. She'll just, smack her lips together and pretend like she didn't just totally text her bestie to say she had sex while you were still together. ]

Nope. Nothing pressing. Probably. Yep.

[ And with that spectacular crit fail it probably doesn't take Einstein to realize it was totally about the text she sent and it was very obviously about him/this.

Kill her now. ]

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