knightsoflegend | wyoming ♔ do you know who you are

WHO || Clark, Lois, Sawyer, Gus, Cora[Closed]
WHAT || The Knights investigate a Shadowkind internment camp
WHERE || Wyoming
WHEN || Summer, 2018
HOW || Actionspam. Single thread, don't worry about maintaining tagging order.

There's more than one threat facing America right now - not only is it the home of Keijen Blade, who has ascended to godhood and begun summoning an army of dark creatures to his beck and call, apparently, but what's perhaps more insidious: the President has declared all Shadowkind to be suspect as a result, and vowed to try to run anyone from another dimension out of the borders. While figuring out how to do that, particularly when these new residents basically drop in from the sky sometimes, he's ordered all Shadowkind rounded up in internment camps until the 'crisis' passes. Some Shadowkind have gone willingly, out of an optimistic hope that it might actually make things go more easily for them, but others have been gathered up from their homes and businesses.

S.H.I.E.L.D. and the Knights have decided to investigate one of these camps for themselves, in hopes of finding a way to liberate it and make a statement to the government and people, ideally getting these people safely out of the country. Hasmed and Solace have sent in a small force of Knights to scope out the situation. They arrive in Wyoming via a stealth jet from S.H.I.E.L.D. that releases them up the road several miles out. A van waits for them there.

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- Drakenet Phone
- Magical handwraps (to do nonlethal damage)
- Backpack
- First aid kit
- 2 dozen protein bars/rations/whatever non perishable wrapped food he can easily find
- 2 dozen mini bottles of water
- 2 dozen space thermal blankets
- 1 large blanket to keep the water bottles from jostling around in the backpack

Basically trying to make a care package/emergency kit for some of the folks in the camp.

[For the first half of the plane ride, Clark has a black tactical backpack sitting next to him with the largest pocket open. Despite packing the thing himself, he's double checking the contents and making sure that everything is packed in the most efficient way possible. Eventually he'll be satisfied and set it aside.

After finding a spot to tuck away the backpack, Clark settles into his seat and starts the process of wrapping his hands in the enchanted cloth. It's a familiar motion by now, and one that he considers a necessity. This mission hits closer to home than he likes. It doesn't help that joining the Knights was a bit of an escape for him, a way to avoid the feelings of loss when Lana died. But what it did was pull him away from a place that likely needed his help even more.]

Someone's got his pensive face on. [ lois is just going to invite herself to flop into the seat next to him now that his backpack is moved ]

[He shakes himself out of his thoughts at her words, a slightly forced smile briefly appearing as he nods.]

Yeah, I guess so. How are you? Ready for your first official mission with the Knights?

It's... big. I mean, I can't believe they're sending five of us for something like this. But it's important.

From what I've seen, they're pretty good at matching up the right skillsets for what needs to be done. I just hope we can do something to help. No one deserves to be taken from their homes just for being different.

[ that earns a thoughtful look from her as she considers him carefully ] ... No, they don't.

[He actually notices the way she's looking at him (spot 16). But really doesn't get what it might mean (sense motive 4)]

What? Starting to have second thoughts about all this?

Just the opposite, really. [ she glances back a second over her shoulder, her voice low as she adds: ] Look, I don't want to push, and this is probably not the time either but at least we're out of spy radar range...

Are we ever going to talk about it?

[He's been so mission focused that the question completely throws him and he can't recall what she's talking about (wis crit fail. bless his heart.)]

I know I screwed up when we were sparring, but if you're worried about me hurting someone out in the field, you don't have to be. I'm going to be careful.

[ she just assumes that he's trying to brush her off again. it causes a pang but with a nat 20 will save, she again pushes it all down and pretends that yep, that's what she meant all along ] No, I know that. Forget I said anything.

[Cora doesn't do weapons either - she is her weapon, she's got claws. But the hand wraps make her curious so when Clark happens to be alone, she asks about them.]

What are those?

[He pauses and glances up when he hears her voice, a polite smile coming quick as he finishes wrapping his left hand.]

They're enchanted. [That doesn't really explain much, does it?] When I wear them, I can make sure to just knock people out instead of accidentally killing someone.

Oh.

[That's probably a good thing to have. She pauses before popping her claws out.]

I guess that's useful if you can't turn the deadly parts on and off.

[And with that, they go back in again.]

[Clark's eyes widen a bit, because that's a new one for him.]

Wow. Uh, yeah- I'm pretty strictly a punching kind of guy. [I guess in theory he could kick? But when you can just stand in one spot, take the hits, then wallop someone with your fist, that sort of becomes the default setting.]

Have you always been able to do that?

Since I was eight.

[Which might as well have been her entire life.]

I'm a werewolf. I was born one.

[Werewolves are a new one for Clark. It makes sense with the claws, but he's still processing a bit.]

I'm guessing the full moon thing isn't as important as the stories lead us to believe?

Oh, no, it is. I've just has a lot of time to learn how to control it.

[That and it's easier for born wolves on top of that.]

wyoming ♔ do you know who you are

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