knightsoflegend | CHAPTER TWO ♔ a sigh escapes from heaven and worlds end

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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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a spark of something akin to actual life enters his eyes at des' words - a sort of simmering anger with nowhere to go that abruptly surfaces from his previously numb state ] To make it right again? [ his words are incredulous, as he repeats the words with disdain ] There is no making it right.

What does that mean to you? Hunting them down, making them bleed? Making them pay? Looking for the satisfaction of knowing they will never do the same to anyone else again? [ that haunted rage in his eyes would be pretty telling, even if des hadn't just gotten a big chunk of the story, and he actually takes a step closer, almost all up in des' grill. ] Let me tell you something: there is no solace in it.

[Des promptly gets in his face and pokes him in the chest.] Don't talk to me like I haven't seen enough. I don't care how sparkly your heritage is or how much older than you look you are, because there's few things around older than me. I ain't talking about killing Chad- she wouldn't want you to keep killing. She'd want you to figure out when to stop. When it comes down to it, you're gonna walk into that last dance one day, look Chad in the eye, let him know the Italia Grazie, or whatever the hell your badass mafia nickname is, could've ended him and then you're gonna walk away. [He punctuates the last few words with more pointed prods at Rafael's chest.] But you have to live long enough to see yourself become the man she wanted you to be. That is the only way you're gonna forgive yourself. Do what you weren't man enough to do all those years ago when it would have mattered to her. [(Diplomacy 17)]

[ whoa there doggie. his eyes search des' with sudden suspicious bewilderment ] ... What do you know about that?

I'm a friggin' genius. [:|] Little Orphan Spanish Harlem told us the whole story.

Isabella? [ he sounds so shocked by the idea of isabella spilling any of his secrets ever, so entirely taken off guard, that it's almost humorous. almost. ] She would never.

She didn't have a choice. Someone made you at the concert. Tipped off the cops to make 'em think that you killed Jade on purpose. If we didn't hear the whole story, we'd have no way of preempting them from using the gory details in your trial.

[ he absorbs that for a second, looking down. ] ... Did any of you stop to think that maybe that's no more than I deserve? To have it all out now, to pay for all I have done?

How you say, karma.

[And that was when Des nat 20'ed to punch Rafael in the stomach. (10 dmg)] I dunno. How's karma feel?

Edited 2013-07-03 23:01 (UTC)

[ be careful what you plurk joke about.

a thick brogue speaks up from the other side of des' car before rafael can get his wind enough to answer ] 'Woe to the wicked! It shall be ill with him, for what his hands have dealt out shall be done t'him.'

[ anderson's wide grin breaks across his face, all madness and expection ] Though I can see you're already gettin' a taste o' that. You've got a real way of makin' friends, heretic.

[Des jerks his head up and just stares, because wow. Really. Is this a thing. Okay, guess it is.

Never let it be said that Des doesn't laugh in the face of danger. He grips Rafael's collar like he's holding the leash of a dog with an inclination to lunge and breaks out in a wide grin.]

And that would make you Buttinsky McJackass of the Clan McJackass, then.

[ rafael looks over, not even resisting des' grip, just affixing anderson with a casual gaze. in some weird way, he almost looks pleased to see him. ] I should have guessed you would be along.

I had hoped we might pick up where we left off after that little show of yers. But it seems Providence had other things in mind.

Get in the frickin' car, Fluffy. [Des jerks open the car door and shoves Rafael down... Or tries to (str 9) and tries to pull Anderson's focus to him by being... a taunting jackass.] I prefer Descant, actually.

[ LMAO OF COURSE NOW RAFAEL FINDS HIS STRENGTH, as he shoves back against des to stand up beside him. ] If we run, he will only follow us back to the others.

It is me he wants. [ it's impossible to miss the eager note in his voice as he cranes towards anderson ] And I know he at least will not pull punches.

In such a rush t'die now, are we? [ there's a knowing, cruel light in his eyes, as if he sees exactly what raf is up to. ] Funny how th' tables turn.

But rest assured: [ his smile turns even more mocking ] I'm not here to kill ye.

[Des falls back when Rafael shoves him and resists the urge to shove him back like a five year old, only to stop when he realizes there is a silver lining after all.] Look at that, Fluffy- even the guy who oozes psychopath doesn't want you to die. I know. It's a conspiracy. Now get in the car.

[He grins up at Anderson.] Thanks for being understanding, Scotty. Maybe now you can hike up your kilt, go get some haggis, listen to some bagpipes and cry, make a nice day of it. But we gotta jet.

[ NOPE. STILL STANDING THERE, looking extra annoyed now ] If you are not here to kill me, then why are you following us?

Now, I did not say I dinna come here to kill ye. That's exactly what brought me to America.

But then you went and put yerself on a stage in front of all the world, and showed them all exactly what you are.

A murderer. A sinner, who'll now be judged in the eyes of those whose praise he once sought. And found wanting. [ that sinister smile never lessens though his manner seems to become more casual ] What greater punishment could there be? You'll rot the rest of yer days in a cell, weighted down by the revealed shame of all your crimes.

Now the end is upon you, and I will send my anger upon you; I will judge you according to your ways, and I will punish you for all your abominations.

Amen.

[Des glares, because there is absolutely nothing worse in his mind than being ignored. And since no one is being shot at or killed, he slams the door shut as if to petulantly alert Anderson to his existence.]

Not to cut off the sermon before the choir can get out their hymnals, but he has to get convicted first.

Edited 2013-07-04 00:25 (UTC)

[ anderson finally stops making murderous bedroom eyes at raf long enough to acknowledge des' existence ]

Oh, that's a done deal. Don't ye worry yerself about that.

Oh yeah. You wanna wager on it? [Des starts pacing around the other side of the car.]

[ no one from hellsing should ever look this happy. it bodes ill. ] An' what do you think you can offer me?

Don't get ahead of yourself. [Des is still pacing around the car, slowly edging his way towards Anderson.] I win? Rafael walks. You and your people leave him alone- for good. You win, on the other hand, then Rafael rots in jail and you get something else for your troubles. [He holds that in suspense for a few seconds, finally coming to a stop about three feet from where Anderson stands.] You get a man who can't die. [(Diplomacy 26)]

[ well that is like almost a triple-take from rafael right there ] What do you think you are doing?

[ wow i have to use this icon again, he's just SO PLEASED. and basically cuts rafael off. ] You have a deal.

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