Eterna Jade (
borrowedheaven) wrote in
knightsoflegend2012-04-07 10:42 pm
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mission ♔ and the rest is history

♬ Firefly - Over the Rhine
WHO || Des, Jade & later: Gar, Kat, Spike, Buffy, Myri [Closed]
WHAT || Des takes Jade home; the Knights attempt to unlock the mystery of the stone Gar discovered...
WHERE || The Hoffman Institute > Nightscape
WHEN || Backdated to Thurs, March 22nd
HOW || Actionspam
[ She lets herself out when Des pulls up, shoving open the front doors of the Institute with a certain degree of attitude that makes it clear how fed up she is with all this. But there's something much more subdued in her demeanor too, and a strange pallor to her cheeks that makes her skin look almost gray as she moves closer, taking the steps two at a time. Someone must have provided her with new clothes, as she's not dressed like a hooker today, but rather wears a dark green loose Bohemian looking shirt that's slightly ruffled, with two ties dangling in the front, and a pair of khakis with a number of funky pockets all over them. She wears less makeup than she had on the other night, but she looks no less striking for it - maybe even more so given that so much of her strange beauty is apparently all natural.
She tosses open the passenger door and sits down hard, hardly seeming concerned with being graceful as she digs a cigarette out of a pack. ]
Please tell me you brought a light.

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[ She shakes her head, and then after a beat, says: ] Take a left here.
[ She waits until he's made the turn before she turns partway in her seat, examining him for a long moment ]
So what are they? Or are they dreams you don't wanna share with the class?
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[He cants his head to the side.] They're not for the faint of heart.
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Good thing there aren't any of those in the car, then.
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So do a lot of poetry-writing teenage goth girls. But I get the feeling your case is a little different. [ There's nothing malicious sounding in the touch of sarcasm: she seems to be taking his pronouncement with the same ease as everything else about him thus far, healing included. In fact, there's almost a glint of empathy in her expression as she adds: ]
How long have you been holding onto that particular dream?
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[He gives her a wry smile.] You're not the only one who's a relic in this car.
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What are the odds?
I bet the car appreciates being the new kid on the block, at least. [ Still laughing, she turns to lean her cheek against her hand that's still propped against the window, and looks over at him again. ] You look good for four thousand. Though I suppose you hear that all the time.
[ She seems so caught up in the surprise of the revelation that she almost forgets to warn him of the next turn, and jerks her head up at the last moment. ] Oh! A right here. This is the road.
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Funny how reminiscing'll kill your road trip.
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You can park on that side.
[ And then her attention immediately returns to him, eyes narrowed slightly with curiosity now. ] Don't get me wrong. I'm dying to ask 'how is that possible' and all the other questions I suppose anyone would have for someone who's seen four millennium.
But I also know just how tired the whole 20 questions spiel gets. So I'll cut you a break for now.
Especially considering it's clearly not something you're happy about being saddled with.
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She untwines her fingers from where they've wrapped up in the chain of her necklace again, as the car comes to a halt, and steals a glance across traffic to where the little fruit stand sits, ironically abandoned in the daylight hours.
And then she looks back at him, and shakes her head. ] I should be fine. [ She abruptly bounces up in her sheet to brush a kiss against his cheek. ] Thanks for the lift. ... And everything else.
[ Her hand moves over to pull up the lock on the door, and pauses once she's done so. She sits there for a full ten seconds, before looking back over at him, a furtive sense of something suggestive in her expression now. ]
... Unless you wanted to come up. [ She lets that hang there for a moment in the air, before she tacks on, with a certain casual ease of innuendo, dropping her voice slightly, one brow tugging up playfully. ] It doesn't have to be a completely forgettable experience this time.
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Uh huh.
I'll keep that in mind, cowboy.
[ Her hand moves back to the door again, but it's abruptly yanked open before she can even grab the handle. ]
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Miss me?
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We're not here to harm anyone.
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...that's a great car.
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They're quite right - we certainly intend no harm to either of you. We simply wish to return something to Miss Jade that I believe may belong to her.
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Belong to me? [ She looks incredulous at best. ]
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[**Please make a SPOT CHECK, erryone, on Jade, in your next tag.]
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I'm sure you'll recognize it when you see it. Or, well, if you don't, it's probably got something to do with Nightscape. Anyone else having some serious fuzz on what happened back there?
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