knightsoflegend | CHAPTER FINALE ♔ darling can't you see it's now or never

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CHAPTER FINALE ♔ darling can't you see it's now or never

♬ Astronaut (A Short History of Nearly Nothing) - Amanda Palmer ft. Zoe Keating

WHO || Rafael Giovanni, Eterna Jade, Burt Becksworth, Isabella Alessandro, Finnick Odair, Myrilandel de Tanos, Buffy Summers, Spike, Elena Gilbert, Dawn Summers, Desmond Descant, Jeanne Gar, Kat Samcelot, Mark Sandazhard, Violet Fiore, Sterling Archer
WHAT || CHAPTER ONE FINALE: Rafael Giovanni & Finnick's televised international concert debut
WHERE || A music hall in Chicago, IL
WHEN || July 3rd, 2013 [ forward dated]
HOW || Actionspam

The hour is finally upon our heroes, to learn whether their crazy plan to invest in making Finnick and Rafael international superstars under Burt Becksworth's management will pay off, and keep control of NOVA Records out of the hands of Chad Becksworth and his sinister compatriots. Now, as the Knights finish taking their seats in the balconies directly overlooking the stage, the concert goes live, broadcasting around the world, to where even other members of the Knighthood in London can gather to watch.

The camera pans across the endless sea of gathered, curious fans, who shake their arms wildly for their two seconds of fame, and then zooms in on a blonde figure on one corner of the stage, where she stands ready with a microphone: Buffy Summers.

[ the action of this post will be continually propelled by the interspersed musical numbers performed by finnick and rafael. each musical number will be up for a short amount of ooc time, in which players are free to create mini-thread responses directly to that song comment. these can be for internal reflection, to make commentary to the neighbors seated in their rows, for backstage convos for those involved in the program, or for 'host' commentary between some songs by archer and kat. threads that result from these responses should be kept short and sweet, as each song is only 3 to 5 minutes long, which doesn't leave a lot of time for in depth conversations. ideally, by the time the next 'number' is posted (as a direct response to the last musical number comment), your response threads from the previous number should be considered over and done with, and you can continue anything going on in them as a new mini-thread under the most recently posted song. in order to keep track of when things are rolling on to the next song, I highly encourage everyone to please track this entire post. ]

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[ the two dudes gang up on spike now, although they're both staggering. still get a flanking bonus. too bad one still can't hit spike, too slow. the other, however, claws him across the back (8 dmg).

mark is really just too horrified for life right now, watching all this shit go on. he doesn't know where to fire, or what to do, and he looks lost.

there are the sounds of sirens in the distance, approaching quickly. ]

[gdi if he didn't have a shitton of damage reduction that would hurt. As it is, he just glowers at the monsters and ducks away, hurrying to the stage. Look, he doesn't have time for fun rn, the drama's on the STAGE.]

What are you doing?

[He growls, staring at Orlando Bloom. But he doesn't seem to be trying to hurt Myri, so instead he moves to where he's needed most, though his eyes are most certainly on the possibly-a-demon. He steps over to Buffy, reaching for her shoulder.]

No! [Myri's cry is weak, distant, but all the more determined to deny that Jade is too far gone.] I can find her. I can save her. [She closes her eyes and pushes herself further, falling deeper into the void. A faint cord of life grows dimmer with each passing second. It's silver and blue and white all at once- like moonlight shining on the water. As she reaches for it, the cold snakes over her once more, but she can't think about that now. All that's left for her is this task. She cannot fail.

But the wound is so serious, so much more deadly than the others she's healed before. She hasn't realized just how much of herself she's already pushed into her spellworking, and her second attempt is less effective than the first (cure moderate wounds +14 HP).

She can't move from this spot. She won't. And without the voices in her head to tear her away from a dying patient, Myri finds herself lost in the need to mend a mortal wound that she never stood a chance against. The instinctive pull in her to heal the wounded will not let her stop, even as the healing itself is draining her of her own life (will save 7). She's too far gone to hear the fighting, the gunshots, Spike, any of it. There's only a witchwoman and a patient she cannot save.]

[ OH GOD kat's shooting things, elena's puking... gar moves along with dawn and places a hand on elena's back ] Do... do you think you can make it outside, Elena?

[Violet doesn't know what Myri is struggling with, can't think much past what is directly in front of her, the chaos is muted and dull. She has no idea the toll that trying to heal is taking on Myri. (Wisdom 5) Still, she contradicts.] You have to let her go.

[Her fingers squeeze Myri's softly before she lets go, reaching up with fingers slick with blood to struggle to unclasp her necklace. She notices, in a detached sort of way that the warmth against her knees is blood. Leaning over, she brushes a kiss to Jade's cheek, soft Latin murmured in prayer as their foreheads touch and Violet's tears fall against the dead woman's skin.] Vale, soror dulcis mea. Esse in pace.

[She doesn't get the reprieve of denial or anger or bargaining. Violet knows with certainty that there is nothing that can bring her friend back and she is forced to accept it. Because it is who she is, she knows death just as well as life. The flowers she can grow most easily are the flowers on graves.

As she fastens her own necklace around Jade's neck, a sob rips its way past her lips and she doubles over at the weight and pain of trying and failing to keep it back. Grief and loss rush over her. But her arms stay curled around Jade's shoulders, using her lost sister as an buoy against the sorrow pulling her under.]

[ buffy's eyes snap wide as the bullet slams through ben affleck's skull. the blood sprays out onto her face, and she doesn't budge even as spike touches her shoulder. she can only stare, because if it hadn't been for archer, that might have been her handiwork, that might have been a body laid low by her, because she wouldn't have stopped. she knows she wouldn't have stop. ]

Myri.

[ it's her immediate concern as she grabs spike's arm and gets to her feet. she'd seen her nearby, and buffy's eyes blankly dart in that direction, still markedly detached. ]

Is Myri - [ okay? she can't finish the sentence because her speech is jilted and she's disconnected from it all to try and numb herself. ]

[ lucky for des, isabella does not crit fail her sense motive. in fact, she gets a nat 20 and knows he's bluffing - but she also hears rafael's words, and her entire face falls, as she turns away from the railing and starts moving down the steps ]

[ yeah burt's got nothing, he's just watching all of this on the screens backstage now, so that he doesn't get in the way of any guns.

orlando bloom, in the meantime, entirely ignores spike's question, and watches the two girls over jade's body. after a few seconds, spike and buffy might see (spot 12+) a small orb of white light start to rise out of jade's chest.

bloom seems to make a decision, and he reaches out very gently and places his palm over the light, closing his eyes. a single tear rolls down his cheek, and the light begins to sink back down into her, as the droplet slides off his cheek and lands on myri's hand that's placed on jade.

there's a flash of golden light that emanates out from where the tear falls, encasing myri and jade both for a brief instant. and myri would feel that coldness ebb inside of her, and her energy returning again, as if for a second wind. and as she pours that energy into jade, she feels strengthened herself this time, rather than weakened.

she can feel something plateau off, as the dark energy is held at bay. jade is, essentially, stabilized in a sort of comatose state for now, but myri can also tell that darkness is battering back, and it won't be long before it breaks through and jade slips away entirely.

bloom leans over and places a kiss atop first violet's head, and then myri's, and says very quietly: ] Long enough to say goodbye. [ neither of them hear his words, but they both share in a sudden sensation that somehow, there is some small level of hope. and then he draws back up to his feet, and turns to look between des and rafael, his face a mask of deep, pained sadness that only reflects in his eyes. ]

Edited 2013-06-29 14:55 (UTC)

{Elena's ears are useless, though she's grateful for the help with her hair. But she wishes they were down there helping everyone else than her; right now she just feels useless and pathetic, needing people to take care of her when there's far more serious things happening.

She wipes at her mouth with the back of her hand, and even though she has no idea Gar even spoke to her, she's straightening back up.]

I'm fine.

[Her hearing will come back, or she's going to assume that for now. It's just temporary, from the noise. And she doesn't need to worry people any more than she already has.]

[Des yelps in surprise as the gun is shot out of his hand and whirls on Kat.] That's what you hit? Really? Sonuvabitch. [He goes to retrieve his gun and make sure Kat didn't damage it. Shit's vintage yo.]

[ rafael cuts a glance up at the balcony and looks legitimately as frustrated at someone interfering. as des scoops up the gun, rafael marches closer to him, and as he stands again, the italian grabs his wrist and pulls his hand and gun up so that the barrel rests against his heart. there's agony in his eyes, his grip on des' wrist nat 20 strong, and he looks the other man in the eyes and beseeches once more: ] You are right.

End this.

[Archer still doesn't notice the giant fucking reptile hulks, with a nat 1 spot check. All he sees, is Des pointing a gun at the Italian Stallion. He KNEW he was going to have to babysit this rookie - but this is ridiculous.]

[Well There's no time to reload, damnit.]

Heads up, chuckles!

[Archer begins to sprint over to the two, but before he runs, he just throws his shotgun at Des. - using an action point to boost this roll, b/c there's going to be millions of negatives for an improvised weapon throw... ATK roll of 19+6 from AP = 25. I'm assuming they're about 20 feet away, so -2 from range increment penalties and -4 from improvised and -4 from throwing into melee. Total ATK 15. If that hits one or either of them, Damage... 13 (Yep. Critical Shotgun Toss. Only Archer.)]

[ As Elena straightens, Dawn steps back to give her some room. She knows that feeling--people being concerned for her when there's other things afoot, bigger things. It's a strange thought, considering she has memories of fighting and stuff from back home. Now really isn't the time to try to sort it all out. ] Come on, we should at least get out of.. up here. [ The words are accompanied by a gesture and a nod toward the exit, where Isabella is already heading down. She moves to follow. ]

[ kat hesitates because WOW NOW RAFAEL IS GRABBING DES AND MAKING HIM POINT HIS GUN AT HIM AND THEN TWO SECONDS LATER, ARCHER THROWS A SHOTGUN THAT CRACKS DES' CHEST AND REALLY PEOPLE???? but ok she realizes she's not doing much good up here. kind of. and slips out with the others to the backstage area.

which is on fire.

just a little bit, though, and a few really dedicated stagehands are trying to put them out. meanwhile, those two remaining behemoths? are fleeing towards the back door, the bodies of the other two sprawled here. ]

[ mark surges forward on the stage finally and tries to grab archer by the collar to pull him backwards away from everyone but he sure can't catch the highly trained field agent (atk 15, i doubt that hits). ] Why is everyone attacking each other?? [ those siren sounds get really close. right outside now. ]

Myri. [He doesn't want to let go of Buffy, but he can see the toll this is taking on Myri (wis 17). He does shoot a suspicious look towards Bloom because WHAT THE HELL IS WITH HIM? No time to worry about that, though. He puts his arm around Buffy and guides her firmly (str 24) towards Myri before crouching down and putting his hands on her shoulders.]

Stop it, love. You're hurting yourself.

[Myri has no idea what it is that pushes back the darkness trying to drag Jade away, but she's thankful for it. She's healed enough people to know what her own magic feels like. This isn't it. But as her gift seeks out the damage, she can tell that things are at least stabilized... but there's no telling how long. She pulls back her magic slowly, but doesn't move. It's almost as if she believes that if she shifts from this spot, that all the good might be undone.

When Spike crouches beside her, touching her, and jumps, looking at him with wide, scared eyes.]

She's... she's alive. [And she is... in the loosest sense.] I don't think we can move her. I tried-! I... [Even with renewed hope, Myri knows that it's bad. Jade isn't waking up. The bleeding seems to have stopped, but she's lost so much blood already... And there's no telling what damage the bullets have done that cannot be reached. Glancing down, she sees the blood on her hands, the blood on the stage, and the unconscious woman.

Her gaze shifts quickly, and she stands, dazed. She doesn't step away from her, but raises her voice in the direction of Des and Rafael. Her voice cracks with emotion as she speaks.]

She'll be gone soon. You need to say goodbye. She needs to know you loved her.

[ gar keeps elena's arm as they follow isa, dawn, and kat out to the backstage. she looks around despondently at the scene and her eyes land on one of the dead thugs here. frowning, she goes to his side and kneels, turning him slightly to look at the back of his neck ] Oh no...

[Des's sternum is definitely broken. He hits the ground hard and shoves the shotgun off of him and tries to sit up, only for that to be a bad idea. Hearing Myri, he realizes he's not going to make it down there.

Fitting, really. She doesn't know him from Adam.

He shoots Rafael a hateful look.] Well, go on, Fluffy. Tell her you're sorry. Tell her you just couldn't stand that she didn't remember you. [He grunts and rolls over to his side, cringing through pained laughter] She did it for you, you know. She couldn't stomach living without you. That's why she couldn't remember. So go and tell her how much you loved her. Maybe if you didn't, she'd still be alive.

[ buffy use her enhanced slayer eyeballs to realize at this point that myri is in a pretty bad way. all that healing took something out of her, but it's more than that - or at least, buffy's pretty sure it is. but she's not ... realizing what is actually going on. seeing orlando bloom adds a layer to this that everyone is going to think she's crazy for.

she marches towards him, reaching out a hand to shove at him. ]

You! [ her hand meets air as he easily moves out of her way, turning like he'd already seen the move coming. she stumbles, then turns wildly to glare at him. ] What did you do!?

[ rafael stares down at des, looking lost again now that he doesn't look ready to murder him. apparently this is a hundred times worse. his gaze drags over to myri and jade and... then he gets distracted by buffy being crazy.

orlando bloom turns to face her... and when he makes eye contact with her, it's enough to make her forget how to breathe.

it's hard to explain what it is that she sees in his eyes, but it's impossible to look away - and deep behind them seems to glow some kind of bright, warm physical light, in which it seems like she can see the unity of everything in known existence turning somehow. his expression is neutral, except for the deep pain she can see reflected there, but there's something much, much stronger than that, a sensation that immediately swells up inside of her unbidden.

hope. and love. not of the romantic, melodramatic variety people had displayed so much of tonight, but something richer, and more all-encompassing, and deeper. it feels as if it threatens to overtake her entirely, and with her will save of 10, she'd be moved to actual tears herself, perhaps without even realizing it.

he doesn't answer. just continues to look at her evenly, as if he knows what she's seeing, and it's a better answer that any other he can give. ]

[wow a lot of shit sure did go down just now. he can't even process it. people are getting shot then pistols are getting shot then collarbones are being broken WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE and now jade is alive again?????

but yeah he's just standing there in the audience. not moving. essentially frozen in place. just thought u should kno.]

[ buffy stares at orlando bloom and feels unable to look away; though he doesn't answer her, the sight draws the anger and confrontation out of her like a sieve. she doesn't notice the tears that begin to trickle down her cheeks, too stunned by the sight and distracted by the warmth spreading through her. ]

[Archer scoops up his shotgun, and kicks Des's gun away.] Play nice, chuckles, so I don't have to put you down, again.

Wake the hell up Rafael [Archer slaps him]
My God do I have to do everything?

[He shrugs, then goes and retrieves his discarded pistols]

[Buffy is crying, Myri's breaking down, and Finnick is clearly useless. Really, what's the point of Myri having a boyfriend if he's going to go completely catatonic at every little battle? Spike stays by Myri, rubbing her shoulders, but he looks up at Buffy and Orlando Bloom and... still can't tell wtf is up with that, though as with all the things about Orlando Bloom, it still doesn't exactly seem bad. He just can't tell if it's good either.]

Buffy...?

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