venice ♔ the piano keys are black & white but they sound like a million colors in your mind

[romanticidal]

♬ Spider's Web - Katie Melua

WHO || Rafael Giovanni, Isabella Alessandro, Hiro, Kat, Gar, Buffy, Myri [closed]
WHAT || Kat, Gar, Buffy, and Myri spend the night at Rafael's.   Nothing of consequence happens at all.
WHERE || Rafael's villa, an hour outside Venice, Italy
WHEN || July 6-7, late night.
HOW || Actionspam, NO TAG ORDER

After returning from her interrogation date? outing with Rafael, Buffy was ushered back into the girls' shared rooms, where Gar and Kat and Myri have set up shop. Myri and Gar both spent most of that time on the phone: Gar with Wynn and Myri with Finnick, and Rafael dropped by to wish all the girls a good night before retiring and leaving them alone with Buffy.

As the household settles into sleep, maybe now is the time they can get some serious snooping done... 

Comments

[slay]

I am so tired of people waving swords at me today! [ she just huffs, disregarding isabella entirely because she doesn't doubt her own ability to disarm her if it comes to blows. but she's not going to be the first to strike one. not when this is all hitching on rafael's trust, and not when she knows how much he cares about isabella (for reasons buffy certainly doesn't understand). ]

I'm talking about the fact that you're Shadowkind. I'm talking about Eterna Jade, the girl in your photo, the girl who sings at Nightsca--[ she does't get to finish her sentence, because the roar of the helicopter (listen 21) distracts her and she's looking up with gar, flustered. ]

Oh, you can't be serious! [ fml rushing now because who knows who the fuck that might be. she looks back to rafael, desperate. ] Come with us. We'll go back to Chicago, we'll sit down with Jade, you can help us figure this out, maybe even help us protect her!

1/2

[savemyself]

[ rafael is staring at buffy like she is speaking tongues and if he stares long enough he can sort it out and transcend or something, but isabella lays a hand roughly on his arm, looking around him to say sharply: ] Eterna Jade is dead. And we're all about to be if we don't go now. [ he hesitates more and she yanks on his sleeve fiercely ] Rafael.

[romanticidal]

[ it's the sound of sudden gunfire that rocks him out of his vacillation. his head snaps back to isabella and he nods sharply, then he takes two steps towards buffy, grabbing her wrist and saying intensely: ] There is a cellar. Take your friends, get to safety.

[ he fixes her with a significant look, full of a fierce promise ] When this is over, we will talk. You have my word.

[ isabella looks dissatisfied with that, but like she doesn't have a choice, and the two of them head out the door, isabella still carrying the sword ]

[slay]

I trust you. [ the way she says it makes it sound like it almost surprises her that she's capable of it. she covers his hand with hers briefly, eyes intense, because there's so much more she wants to qualify that with but she doesn't have anywhere near the time. things about how he has no reason to do the same, but he does, and how much it means.

but there's time for that later, when they don't get killed by fucking swat team. she looks around in a hurry as she drops her hand, because it occurs to her that the house is kind of exploding around them. ] Our friends, we have to find Kat and Myri first. Where's the cellar entrance? We'll meet you down there.

1/2

[romanticidal]

The west side of the house. If you cannot get outside safely... wait until there is a path. [ without explaining that further, he backs out the door. ]

[rationalizes]

Just once it'd be bloody lovely for things to go right.

[slay]

[ buffy watches after him, bewildered, but then she grabs gar's hand soundlessly and tugs her back into the hallway they'd come through to charge towards the direction myri and kat had disappeared down. ]

Guess there's a reason this Talisman's been hidden so long after all. I'd like to see Wynn do better when his interrogations get interrupted by helicopters. [ now's not the time for pouting and grousing, she knows, but she can't help it. ]