knightsoflegend | mission ♔ somewhere between our hearts and minds

WHO || Gar, Kat, Mark, Dumage, Martha, Myri, Buffy, Sven, Spike [Closed]
WHAT || Following up on the Nightscape incident / Jade
WHERE || Chicago.
WHEN || Mon March 12th - Mon March 19th | BACKDATED
HOW || Actionspam

Welp. That was a wild and crazy time. So the Eternal Jade was... actually a person, Buffy tried to kill Spike, Sven snared himself a pet displacer beast, Mark and Myri got in a car accident, and Des stole their lead away. Go team failboat go.

The Saturday after the events at Nightscape was spent healing up those who needed it and piecing together everyone's memory of the incident: Spike and Buffy luckily remembered everything that had occurred, for now, at least. The singer, Jade, had given them a little bit of information that they could begin looking into for now: that she was being pursued by a church called the Brotherhood of the Enlightenment. On Sunday, Gar called Des to find out whether she was still safe, and learned that she currently being held for questioning by the Hoffman Institute.

Which merited a big unison 'crap' from the team - who had been trying to keep her out of their hands in the first place. Gar, however, didn't see this as a total bust. After all, she was ideally placed to learn anything that they might get out of the girl. Because of this, she returned to her undercover position on Monday and spent the next week spying on the proceedings. Her reports have not been particularly helpful, however. The girl - Eterna Jade - claimed to have no memory of anything remotely tied to the Talisman, and didn't seem to understand what the church wanted with her, or why her name was connected to the talisman's mythology. She couldn't answer most of the questions put to her, actually, claiming to be from the Shadow World recently, and remembering nothing but coming here and living at the club, ever since, which she says was given to her. Though she insists that she is the owner, she appears to have very little information about its daily operations, leaving that to a team of executives she calls the "Dreammakers". When asked, she cannot even name any of the men on this team. She's acted generally sullen and uncooperative, but Dr. Hoffman seems to have concluded, to his own frustration, that she isn't lying either.

She wanted to return to the club shortly after being detained, but the Doctor insisted they make certain it was safe first, and has, indeed, been monitoring the building and Brotherhood movements, to try and make certain that they aren't still after her, or hunting her down. There's been no evidence to suggest that they're looking for her currently.

In the meantime, the Knights have been working on researching more about the club, Jade, and the Brotherhood. And Buffy went on a personal crusade to hunt down information about the man they let take Jade to the Institute in the first place: Desmond Descant, who claimed to know Wynn. (Threads below!)

It's on Monday, March 19th, that Gar comes home excitedly from her job to draw something wrapped in cloth out of her bag and asks everyone to gather around. (Thread below!)

[[Various threads will go up below: as always, pick and choose what interactions you want your character to be involved in. Please make research checks where indicated! Also, you're free to make your own threads for general socializing!]]

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What sort of bloody stupid person name is Spike? You're not exactly in a judgy position here.

[OMG SHE CALLED HIM A PERSON THERE IS HOPE FOR THEM YET. Spike glances up at her in the rearview mirror--he can't see himself, of course, but she's perfectly visible. He's glad. He likes her not being able to see his expression.]

Still better than Buffy.

There's nothing wrong with my name! [ She tries to follow his gaze up to the rear view mirror but -- oh. Her expression is conquered by one of muted surprise as her eyes widen and she jostles a little. Her lips purse and she just casts her gaze out the window instead. ] 'Least Buffy's not a dog's name.

[Spike, on the other hand, can see where she's looking, and the expression she makes when she can't see him there. He looks away too, back to the road, because he is so freaking amazing at driving today that he does things like watch where he's going.]

Oh, I don't know. Seems like the sort of thing you'd name your girl dog.

[ She doesn't answer, just throws her closed fist around his seat's head rest to clock him in the back of the head. Melee atk 29 dmg 14 ... oops. ]

Repeat that?

[Thank god his drive check was good enough that even as his head snaps forward, he doesn't so much as swerve. He does turn his head momentarily to glare at her, though.]

Do you want me to crash this car?

Can we please hold off on assaulting the driver? I think we've had enough car crashes on this mission, thank you.

Well maybe the driver should exercise better self-preservation!

I'm undead. I'd survive a crash just fine. But you'd die horribly, pet.

[Muttered] There could be far worse outcomes.

Hello! Sitting right here! As in, I can hear you?

[Spike glances over at Dumage.] Beginning to wish we'd swapped her out for the cat-thing while we had the chance.

At least she's house trained. [She glances over her shoulder] In theory.

Wow. Funny. You should really quit your day job.

You wish. [He glances up at her in the rear view mirror again.] I'm not going anywhere.

Oh, I rather like my job, thank you.

Fine. Never find out if you can make it in the comedy world. Your wasted potential, not mine.

I think this is the place. [AYUP. She just nods to the building, which appears to house offices for several different things. It's certainly not built like a church.]

This? This is a church? My room at the castle has more crosses. Where's the guys with the stuffy collars and the stained glass?

Perhaps they keep them all locked in a back room, so as not to frighten the children.

[Spike looks over apprehensively as he locates a parking space close to the church despite how packed the street may or may not be and expertly parallel parks.] How likely is it, do you think, that they'd try and kill me if I went in? [He turns his head to glare at Buffy.] You know, assuming Buffy doesn't decide to tip them off.

Wow. Maturity. How refreshing. [ Sarcasm aside, she glances out the window. ] They're anti-Shadowkind extremists, Spike, they probably don't need you to write vampire on your forehead to figure it out.

We can always hope that the initiation ritual doesn't involve holy water.

Edited 2012-04-01 01:51 (UTC)

I suppose you two could just claim not to know if it does come to that. Act shocked and horrified. Buffy's had practise.

I don't even think there'd be any acting involved, if I had to watch the skin melting off your face. [She sounds far too cheerful about all this, as she opens her door and gets out, long legs unfolding.]

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bigbad - 2012-04-08 03:30 (UTC) - Expand