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CHAPTER TWO ♔ a sigh escapes from heaven and worlds end

♬ The Dream Within - Lara Fabian
WHO || Rafael Giovanni, 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 TWO: Following the traumatic and tragic events of Finnick and Rafael's concert, our heroes are taken to be interrogated at the police station
WHERE || Concert Hall > Chicago Police Department, Chicago, IL
WHEN || July 3rd, 2013 [ forward dated]
HOW || Actionspam
Nothing is okay.
What was meant to be the Knights' triumphant collaborative effort to cut off Chad Becksworth's bid for total control of NOVA Records, allowing them to follow the trail elsewhere, has descended into chaos. Rafael's songs triggered some kind of reaction in Jade that allowed her to regain her lost memories, only to have their reunion cut tragically short by the actions of a hitman who took her hostage on stage, demanding her necklace. While Myri and Violet attempted to convince him that the necklace did not lie with her, Jade signaled to Rafael that she meant to utilize the distraction to break free - but things went out of control and Rafael's bullets struck Jade instead. The Knights felled the hitman, as the world watched, and Rafael begged a distraught and enraged Des to end his life. Meanwhile, a mysterious figure that only Buffy & Spike could see assisted Myrilandel in healing Jade enough to hang on for a little time more...
Time for people to say goodbye.
In the meantime, the police have arrived, arresting Rafael, Archer, and Des (or attempting to), and preparing Jade to be taken to the hospital. Everyone else is being ordered to head outside to be taken down to the station for questioning. It's a hectic scene, but people can finally snatch a few moments amid the chaos to try to make sense of what just happened...
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They might find more bad news than you'd think. We need to block their investigation.
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What do you know?
[And then he glances at Isabella who probably knows more about Rafael than Rafael does.]
And you, love. Might be a good time to share your information, seeing as we're working to free your boy and all.
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[Archer whispers to Spike]
I think she's paid by the hour...
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Is it that he kills people on the regular for the resistance? Because that only looks heroic from one side.
[And when Raf told her he was fighting for the resistance she extrapolated murder. When in Rome...]
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What I think is that your well-disguised [ /sarcasm ] distaste for me and everyone here obviously doesn't mean that much to him, because Rafael told me everything.
[ whoops she rose. she looks to violet. ]
Can you guys please just ... just trust me on this. We need to make sure they drop this before they investigate too far into him.
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I need you to understand. It wasn't my place to tell you. And until now, it wasn't even relevant. Not really. [ buffy looks anguished as she gazes around at her teammates, because it really hits her from the look on gar's face and the plea in spike's voice how she's betrayed them; how she's chosen rafael over them. she swallows thickly, looking down and seeming to fade into somewhere else as she reflects on what he'd told her.
and not really is all she can say to qualify that, because the truth is that he mentioned it because it was relevant. it was an option, and she'd made the executive decision to keep dimitris sandaris alive without any of their input because she'd been more invested in saving rafael's soul, in not using him.
it seemed laughable, in retrospect, that she'd worried so much about the knights using him when he'd turned around and done the same for a chance to bring jade back. ]
Violet's right - sort of.
Rafael isn't just an activist with the Resistance. He works with a secret sub-sect called the Italian Shadow Militia to assassinate the more dangerous anti-Shadowkind figures.
He's been working with them for years, since before he ever met Jade. I don't know how many ... [ she swallows the words, blinking and looking back up at them. ] But, enough that we should be worried about how deep the Chicago Police are digging.
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[She presses her lips together.]
Juries don't tend to care much about shades of grey.
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Since when is an assassin a good guy? Did I miss a chapter in the hero book?
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So, he's not the soulful goody two-shoes he looks like.
[He gives Buffy a small nod, in thanks, for sharing. He can't even bring himself to be too angry. It's still Rafael he's pissed at. This wasn't Buffy's secret to share, but it sure was Rafael's, and if he had another whole secret organisation to bring in, he bloody well could have.]
That anonymous tip. Think it could have been related to it?
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Some people need to be killed. Rafael did what other people couldn't, so they wouldn't have to, to protect them. It might not be pretty, or nice, or good. But it makes him no less heroic. What he did... saved people.
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gar looks as if she can't decide how to feel or what to say, but she shakes her head ]
The attack on his home... the weapons they kept there, we should have---
Is this... is this why Iscariot has an interest in him? [ she looks to buffy ] How long have you known about this?
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Please. Whatever he did before, whatever you think of him now, we have to help him. He's been fighting for us all year. He's on our side.
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[ she looks at isabella ] But what's that mean for you and Hiro?
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Well, it's hear it.
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I think we will all be better off if we stop keeping secrets from one another.
[Her voice was soft, tired, hurt. It seemed that everyone was holding something back from the others.]
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My part in this begins some ten years ago. I had returned to Italy from Madrid, where I had been living with my mother since my parents divorce when I was very young. When I was 13, she had passed away - cancer claimed her - and I moved to Napoli, to be with my father. But over the next three years, the face of the city changed drastically. Violent riots broke out between groups of Shadowkind attempting to move in, and anti-shadow vigilante groups in the city.
It was not something we concerned ourselves with much, at first, as we were human, and did not see it as our problem. Until a riot, ten years ago, in which our building caught fire from the apartment next door, which was housing shadow tenants. My father did not escape, but I was rescued, right before the building collapsed. I can still see his face as he plunged through the smoke, and found me curled beneath a table, weeping and coughing from the fumes. He looked exactly as he does now -he has not changed at all in the ten years that have passed. [ it's hard to miss the wistful note in her voice -or the clear awe of hero worship, although it seems tainted with something bitterer as well ]
Rafael had already been a member of some shadow resistance movement, it seemed, for several years at that point, since the death of his own father for being a vocal proponent of building a temple to Corellon in the city of Venice. But this had been the first time he had ever been armed and sent into a violent conflict to rescue protesters and innocents. But the times had turned to blood and fire, and it had to be met measure for measure. Rafael saw I had nowhere to go -I had my parents money, certainly, and plenty of it at that, and Rafael had very little of his own -only what he made from singing at clubs. He took me in, and together we survived. We had plenty of money to live on, and Rafael protected me, taught me much about the world that I had been blind to. He also urged me to protect myself, and so I began fencing lessons, every day, with the finest instructors. Rafael himself had become quite celebrated for his exploits in the napoli riot, and he was offered a special position in the Italian shadow militia. He accepted, reluctantly. He was learning more and more to live by the sword, you might say.
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