knightsoflegend | krozna ♔ just remember that you're still alive

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krozna ♔ just remember that you're still alive

WHO || Failboat, Various Krozna peeps, family members of Failboat [closed]
WHAT || Reunions and preparation for Egypt
WHERE || Krozna, Russia
WHEN || Winter through Summar 2018
HOW || Actionspam or prose

Rescuing Rafael could have gone much worse... And then did, when Rafael, desperate to feel alive and free again, got himself into a car accident. He came out of it alright, but injured, and they headed back on a plane after a whirlwind wedding had happened the same night between Dean and Rose, which Elena and the fiendish version of Sam had dropped in on - as well as Bobby Singer. After the madness of that night, Jack sent word back to them that if they had any family that they wished to keep safe, they could bring them back to Krozna. Rafael and Isabella insisted on picking up Giorgio, Nellethiel, and their children, Giulia and Pietro. Alainn picked up quite a bit of family as well - her adoptive parents and siblings from Ireland. They return to Krozna together, where everyone can get acquainted and recover from the ordeal of their close calls in New Orleans before pressing forward. There would be months for them to train, and the pace of life in Krozna to settle in, far from the chaos of the rest of the world.

The date is now quickly approaching for the upcoming meeting at the "Darkhouse" where they hope to acquire more leads about the dagger that was used by Blade in the ritual to kill his father, Malaak'a.

This log covers all social things for Failboat between the first social log and the Darkhouse (months worth of time skip).

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[While Myri was expecting some push back to the idea, there's something in Rose's voice that leads her to believe there's more to the dismissal (wisdom 25).]

What's wrong? [She shakes her head a bit, knowing that the question is sort of silly to even ask.] I mean, besides the obvious. Did something happen? Is Dean alright?

We're fine. [ Quick to reassure her. ] Dean's...

[ Only she can't say fine. She can't bring herself to allow the lie to slip past her lips. The light in her eyes becomes extinguished, leaving two dark orbs staring at a fixed point in space. ]

The wedding, it... It wasn't exactly everything we hoped it would be.

[Myri quickly shifts from a confused-worry to full blown concern as Rose's expression shifts, any sign of happiness slipped away into the shadows.]

What happened? Did Blade..? [Threaten them? Hurt them? She's not even sure if she's on the right track. She just knows that there's very few things that would cause this sort of reaction from Rose.]

No. [ The messed up part of all this? She almost would have preferred that. Blade. He wouldn't care what he ruined. He'd take pleasure in it but Elena? Elena was somebody who had supposedly loved her once. Who should have known how much damage she was going to do in showing up but even the remembrance of what they had once shared, hadn't been enough to stop her. ]

Elena. [ Her voice hard, tone icy, those dark orbs hardening with her anger as she inadvertently turns it on Myri by simply looking in her direction. ]

[Hearing Elena's name brings forth a swell of dread, but also a lump in Myri's throat that threatens to dissolve into tears of some mix of mourning, fear, and... relief. Elena is alive and there is some part of her that is happy for it. She had no reason to think that something would happen to her- it's only been a few weeks since they communicated, after all. But it is in her nature to care for people- even those that have hurt her deeply. She knows that Rose is first on the list of people she would never dare to say that to, though. The strength of Rose's anger presses against her empathy-fueled magic, a dull thudding her the back of her mind as she swallows hard to refocus.

There are times when Myri wishes she was more like Rose- that her instincts guided her to anger more easily than grief. But the size of this witchwoman's heart often means that her resolve isn't quite so strong when it comes to writing someone off. She's said her peace to Elena, said goodbye and attempted to close off the part of her heart that had cared for her since she was a Squire. But something in her isn't willing to let go.

Maybe it's been this place. Krozna is full of people who made choices they believed were true and right. Sveta had only the best intentions when she tried to bond herself to a great magic within the earth. She thought she was protecting something she held so dear. But now a child's blood stains her hands- the claws a permanent reminder of the beast she awoke and what she is capable of. Hearing that story and opening herself back up to compassion like Myri has only leaves room for more. Perhaps some part of her will always doubt what the right choice is.]

...What did she want?

You mean other than ruin my Wedding? [ The mask slipping into place, Rose shutting everything else down out of necessity, even as she can feel what she's beginning to recognize as magic pushing beneath her skin. Like it wants to come out, like it wants to light her up like a beacon of rage ]

To threaten my family.

Threaten how? Is she trying to find us? Do we need to move the girls to somewhere safer? [A threat can come in so many forms, but her concern for her daughter and niece holds priority over basically everything else.]

Myri... [ Her voice gentles as Myri's words act as a reminder for Rose of how little anyone else understands how things work. Even she has so much to learn about this. ]

She knows where we are. Dean's presence here is the only thing keeping her from being able to know everything we do and even then... she could be watching this conversation right now. I don't know how far his protection reaches. Whether the wards we have are strong enough. That's why we couldn't tell anyone what we knew.

[ How they do it exactly? She wasn't entirely sure but there wasn't a conversation she hadn't had without Dean's presence for years, because of that. ]

They have a lot more time on their hands than we do. She's not the same person you met all those years ago. She's a centuries year old Fiend now... maybe thousands... I don't know.

[ Math wasn't exactly her strong suit. ]

The threat was pretty specifically aimed at me, Sam and Dean but... [ But everything she knew told her that didn't necessarily make them the lone targets. ] When Hell wants something, they don't come at you directly. They use other people to get to you. There are rules, but nothing that stops them from corrupting those closest to you and getting them to do their dirty work.

[ She can feel the magic reaching out, causing her skin to feel too tight and Rose's gaze drops to her hand as she strains against it. She tries to imagine a cut in the invisible barrier, running along the palm of her hand that will allow it to rise to the surface.

Nothing happens at first but then it's almost like the skin of her hand seems to get brighter, clearer and then finally it becomes wrapped in a pure, white light that emanates an aura of good, glowing softly against the night sky. ]

I won't let anyone touch Shayla. Not ever. [ Not either of the children but Myri was the one standing before her stricken at the prospect. ] Through everything... every plan I had ensured that you and Shayla were safe. Please know that.

Edited (I can words.) 2019-07-31 16:23 (UTC)

[Whatever thoughts or concerns that were running in her mind are stripped away as Rose's hand starts to glow. Myri's mouth drops open in shock. She doesn't seem frightened by it. She's seen her share of magic in her time with the Knights, but never something like this from Rose.]

Wha... [She's absolutely speechless, but the light does bring her comfort. And a sense of hope rises up in her again for the first time in awhile. After a moment, she finally finds her voice and manages a question.] How long have you been able to do that?

Like this? [ Rose still staring at her hand, appreciating it in a way she's not been able to before. ] Just now...

[ Lifting her gaze to Myri with a sheepish half-grin. ]

It first happened last night when Hell showed up. I've been lighting up like a Christmas Tree on and off for the last twenty-four hours. I don't... really know what I'm doing. [Or, how it's happening for that matter. ]

It's... [Myri reaches out with one hand, tentatively brushing her fingertips over Rose's palm to see if it feels different.]

It's beautiful. [She realizes that it's quite similar to the way she finds a person's thread of life in the darkness of the Void. That magical thrum of energy that she's become so familiar with- but now it's visible in the material world. And she's absolutely delighted by it.]

[ She would feel, not unlike a holy object? Not just blessed with Divine Magic, however, but with the magic coming from inside of her. Rose is literally a walking Holy Weapon now. So that's. A thing?

Rose's expression shifts at those words her chest shuddering as she exhales a shaky breath and it's only now that she realizes how much it matters to her; that Myri doesn't seem afraid of this change. Almost like she's taking her cues from others, to know how to feel about it. ]

It freaks me out, honestly. [ The breathless chuckle sounding almost nervous in a way. ] Not the magic. That feels, right somehow. I just... I don't know why it's happening.

I think it's this place. Or maybe the journey we took through the Veil? I know my magic isn't quite the same as it was when I was younger. And Vi discovered her ability to heal just as spontaneously as this for you. So maybe... maybe the magic that brought us here- or gods or whoever- maybe it changes some of us, plants a seed that blooms in its own time.

[It's her best guess. She's just as clueless but it makes sense to her.] Whatever the reason, whatever it can do... it's certainly in good hands.

[ She can't deny the part of herself that wants to believe that it could be that simple. That this, whatever it is, isn't something that has been done to her or as a result of her rez. It would be nice to believe that this was always going to happen someday, that it wasn't another way that Hell had infected her life, whether with their own hand or in opposition to them. ]

Clumsy hands, maybe. [ Her lips twitching. Give her a blade and she felt at ease, but magic?

That smile slips away, however, Dean's words coming back to her. They'd already considered the possibility that this could be about coming through the veil and Dean had been right about one thing. It should have happened before now if it was that. ]

Whatever the reason. [ Echoing Myri's words. ] I figure it can only help protect us. You. Shayla. That's what matters.

[ From what? Well with their lives, that list seemed endless. ]

Absolutely. [Now filled with a renewed sense of hope, Myri is all in to focus on the positive and leave the unknowable aspects of this to be sorted out later.] There are all sorts of powerful magics. Having another one of us able to use them for our side is always a good thing.

If you ever want to... practice? See just what it can do? I'm happy to help. I can't say that I know much about this particular magic, but... [She gives a small shrug. She had to teach herself from the age of about 6 onward and knows how much of a struggle that can be, so she's always going to suggest having a magic buddy, if you can find one.]

[ It never really occurred to her that she'd be able to do much of anything, mostly because at this stage? All she's been able to achieve is an erratic impersonation of a glow bug.

Her expression is thoughtful, lines creasing her brow but slowly, she nods. ]

It couldn't hurt to try. [ Had it been literally anyone else, Rose might not have been game to even do that but Myri? She was one of the only people Rose knew who might have the patience and understanding to work with her on this. ]

I mean it can't, right? I won't actually be able to... I don't know. Set you on fire or something?

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