new orleans ♔ you ain't been to heaven til you been down there

[postergirl]

♬ New Orleans - Louisiana Gator Boys

WHO || Mark, Dumage, Kat, Gar, Buffy, Spike, Myri, Martha, Arthur, Finnick, Des [closed]
WHAT || All work and no play make Knights stir crazy. Various downtime shenanigans.
WHERE || The hotel / all around New Orleans / at the bar / in an alleyway / ETC
WHEN || Various dates during the course of May
HOW || w/e you want, bb

[ This log covers any non-work related shenanigans the Knights have while staying in New Orleans. Because we haven't finished out the other two logs yet, assume some time has passed since then, in case anyone was injured, so that they've had sufficient time to get better.

As for work stuff, you can assume they've been busy with establishing Finnick's fake rock star cred, and investigating some of the intel they'll uncover in those other logs that we haven't quite gotten to yet. JUST DON'T TALK ABOUT WORK and all will be well.


Make your own threads, don't fuss about tag order, feel free to threadjack multiple people into one thread for hang-outs, ask me if you want a certain scene with an NPC, etc. forever whatever.]

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[slay]

[ that gets her to stop dead. she should walk away. he's obviously bad news of the capital Bad variety, but ... he knows. she doesn't know how much he knows, but somehow he knows that about her, and she hasn't told anyone but maybe wynn and jack. jack was clueless, which means ... which means he might be the only person who can tell her why she's having them. ]

Who are you? [ a beat. her brow furrows. ] I don't mean your name. I mean who are you, and how do you know about me?

[selfrevelation]

Who I am is ... inconsequential. You should know that I mean you no harm and bear you no ill will. [ There's an incredible amount of reassurance in his voice. No, more than just his voice - he practically exudes some kind of calming influence. ] What you possess is a gift. My role was simply to awaken it within you. To... expand it, shall we say.

[slay]

You approaching me in a dark alley, knowing as much about me as I knew six months ago? Is not inconsequential. It's very consequential. [ okay, so he doesn't want to hurt her. doesn't mean she can't be annoyed with the way he dances around things. ] And you're here to, what, tell me how lucky I am? To expand my potential? What does that even -- [ a beat. ] Is this about what I can do?

[selfrevelation]

[ He nods slightly. ] It's about what you were born to do, in a manner of speaking.

There are those, Miss Summers, who are granted the honor of greater purpose in this world - in any world, as the case may be. They carry this seed of something more inside of them, waiting for the day it might take root in their soul and allow them to flourish into that which they are destined to be.

[ A beat. ] But for any seed to grow, it must be nourished. And granted light to guide its way.

[slay]

Okay, can we just cut the poetry along with any talk of carrying seeds?

[selfrevelation]

Merely a metaphor, I assure you.

[slay]

So, translate. Cut the flowers and sonnets and just tell me what you want from me.

[selfrevelation]

Not a single thing, Miss Summers, except to see you embrace the gift you've been given.

To see you learn to follow your instincts.

[ he takes a small step backwards, spreading both his hands, palms up. ] But my work here is already done.

[slay]

This is not a gift. [ she takes a large, cornering kind of step towards him. ] I don't even know what this is.

[selfrevelation]

Those granted great power are also granted great burden. [ did he just paraphrase spiderman? maybe. ] But none are given that which their spirits are not strong enough to shoulder.

You will see many things, things that your fellow soldiers remain blind to, and you will feel sometimes that you are cursed for having sight of them.

But you will see more deeply into the truth of things than they can ever hope to. And the change that you might enact will be more radical than what they could ever aspire to.

[ A tiny flicker of amusement flashes up his lip ] You might call it pest control.

[slay]

[ she's quiet for a long moment, and seems to genuinely consider this and the ~implications~ and other serious shit and then she just gets this ridiculous judgy look on her face and wryly points out, ] Can I just say you are like the worst Spirit Guide-slash-Fairy Godmother ever? If you were any more vague -- You couldn't be. It's just not possible.

[selfrevelation]

This modern lack of appreciation for subtlety never fails to astound. [ he seems to say it more to himself than to her, and abruptly breaks from his intense mysterious demeanor to do so, sounding a little put out. ] You're a demon slayer, Buffy Summers. Would you have preferred if I texted it to you?

[slays]

Make that snarkiest, too. [ she grumbles it as her lips purse into a thoughtful look, considering the implications of the term. "demon slayer." it seemed so ... ] So, what, you know my dreams, you know my strength, my name, now you know my number, too? [ she's trying not to address that he just spelled out "you're a demon slayer and you have a higher purpose buckle up" for her. she doesn't want to hear it. ]

[selfrevelation]

Comparatively easy to discover, in an era so devoted to communication.

[slays]

[ she arches an eyebrow and shrugs in a look that says 'well, can't argue that.' then she hesitates, silent for a moment. finally, she resolves, setting him with a firm gaze. stop with the banter, summers. you've been wanting this -- answers -- for months. and now you're freaked when you're getting them? no. ] I want to know more.

[selfrevelation]

In time. [ there's something final in his words, as if he implies them to be a farewell. ]

For now, it's enough to know that your eyes have been opened, and to learn to look with them.

[slays]

Opened to what? What am I supposed to be seeing?

[selfrevelation]

It's all very literal, I promise. Therefore, I'm not being cheeky in the least when I tell you, you'll see.

[slays]

[ there's a little snort at that, because she sincerely doubts he's ever not being cheeky with his stupid texting comments. she shakes her head. fine. no answer. she looks over at the trash can. ]

Well ... can you at least tell me what that thing is?

[selfrevelation]

[ he glances over, and then raises an eyebrow at her. it's all very cheeky. ]

I should have thought you'd have guessed by now.

[slays]

[ she grimaces a little. ] So, that would be demon, then. [ and then, paranoia -- ] Did you -- Did you set this up? That homeless man -- [ who is ... listening to all of this in his half-conscious drunkenness. ] You could have gotten him killed! It was -- [ she deflates because she realizes she still has no idea what it was doing to him. ] ... Sucking on him. [ or at least it had that big ugly sucker mouth and it was getting ready to makes it home on his chest. ] Kinda.

[selfrevelation]

[ so impressed over here ]

I do not direct the movements of demons, no. They have their own ... instincts to follow. I simply took advantage of the moment.

Demons are everywhere, at any time, drawn to sin like moths to a flame. Very few of them manifest in a way that allows them to interact physically with this world. Rather, they exist somewhere in between. They feed off sin and feed vice in a mortal, simultaneously. It's a rather parasitic relationship.

[slays]

Do they all look like ... that? [ it's so hard not to say like big ugly bugs. oh, wait. wait for it. ] You know. Big freaky mosquitos chic? I mean, don't get me wrong, definitely instilling terror, just not as ... hellspawn-y as I imagined. [ a beat. ] Not that I spend a lot of time imagining, uh, demons.

[selfrevelation]

They're as varied in appearance and nature as the fauna of this world. Some more... intelligent than others. This one rated as a bug even among other demons. Numerous, yes, but a creature of nearly pure instinct, lacking even a strong sense of self preservation.

... Stupid, in other words.

[slays]

See again: pest control. [ she gives the trash can a yeughh look, then shakes it off looking back at mr. gray. ] So others are bigger and uglier. [ she frowns, thoughtful. ] Are you like me? A -- A ... demon slayer.