knightsoflegend | TRAVEL ♔ you can forget there's a world outside yourself

WHO || Thomas, Christos, Luthir, Arthur, Merlin, Katniss, Ethan [Closed]
WHAT || The Flight back to Knights' headquarters
WHERE || On the jet
WHEN || Saturday night into Sunday morning, March 7-8 Backdated
HOW || Actionspam

[This log is for any in-flight interactions on the Knight's jet plane ride back from the mission site. Feel free to make your own threads/threadjack, etc. The flight time is approx nine and a half hours.

The mood of the flight is obviously a whole lot more somber than the flight out, given that Francesca's body is being transported in a body bag for potential resurrection.

The good news, however, is the effect Francesca's death had on the mission. Between Christos, Katniss, and Thomas, the Municipal building was spared a few lives, and the man who Francesca had attempted to save in the last few moments of her life had lived. His name was Pyotr Yakovlev and he turned out to have a substantial amount of pull with the military. After seeing what they were up againt, considering so many powerful personnel had been easily executed by invisible drow assassins, he agreed that the Mayor had been right: they were up against something they could never fight on their own, and their only chance for survival might be outreaching for peace with the sun elves after all. The destruction of the tunnels seemed to have deterred drow attacks on the sun elf city, which seems to have bought some time for a real coalition to formulate.

Of course, all of that is only a small comfort, when someone had to die to attain it - even if they'd managed to complete an impossible seeming mission. ]

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[ Despite all the giant warning flags, or maybe perhaps because of them, Thomas makes his way quite deliberately back towards the dark elf at one point, hands on the back of either seat as he stands in the aisle, hovering, as if waiting for him to look up. When he doesn't his eyes dip, and he speaks in a low voice*:]

May I? [ He doesn't wait for a response, and slips into the seat next to him, placing his hand on the drink table between them, and drumming his fingers once there. Christos' eyes narrow at the sound, but he doesn't look over. ] You don't have to say anything, don't worry. I didn't come back here for the scintillating conversation.

I just don't want you walking away from this blaming yourself for what happened to her. If anyone's to blame, it's me, but we both know that the only ones who really need to carry the burden of blame are the ones who are all quite dead now. [Christos' expression only seems to harden a bit, and Thomas continues on:]

And I wanted to assure you that... that you certainly aren't the only one hurting, I know how you feel, believe me--

* Overheard with a 14 listen or above

[ It all happens disturbingly quickly. One moment, Christos is motionless, the next there's an impossible blur of metal and then a horrible, deliberate thmp sound as a dagger embeds itself straight down through the back of Thomas' hand and into the wood of the table.

Thomas lets out a loud hiss of air, and then Christos twists the blade, hard to the left, and hard to the right, grinding it against the bones, and the Dragon's Claw curses.

Just as swiftly, Christos yanks the blade out again, and then says, in a voice as sharp as the dagger:]

No. But now you have some idea.

[ Thomas hisses again as the blade jerks out of his skin and he very quickly retracts his hand, grabbing it with the other one, blood dribbling everywhere, across his coat and clothes. He shoots Christos a glare, but then flexes the fingers of his hand, a strange white light emitting from his palm, and he lets out a soft groan, which ebbs as the light does - his palm good as new when it disappears. He flexes it a few more times, in and out, and then stands, mumbling. ]

Right. Deserved that.

[ Christos says nothing more, as he steps past him and moves back towards his seat. ]

TRAVEL ♔ you can forget there's a world outside yourself

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