knightsoflegend | open ♔ august castle socialization

open ♔ august castle socialization

WHO || Everyone! [ota]
WHAT || Shenanigans.
WHERE || Anywhere in the castle, surrounding environs, London, etc!
WHEN || Any time during August [back and forward dated]
HOW || Actionspam

[ The castle can be a happening place, even on more mundane days. This log is for random interactions over the course of this month. Because not everyone is into parties, ok.

You are encouraged to start your own threads and tag around, and feel free to threadjack into any on-going threads that aren't specified as 'closed' in the subject lines since people can enter into rooms even in the middle of what's going on. You can also specify 'single thread', meaning you want only one response for all participants, rather than multi-thread, where a number of different scenes/threads can be done as replies to the top prompt. ]

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[He's a bit surprised as well, as it's a bit of a coincidence that they all have the last moments as their final memories of their previous home.]

The person I was helping escape, Rose as it turned out to be, had supposedly committed a terrible crime, though I believed she hadn't done it.

[Though he doesn't seem to be putting two and two together, as if just thinking about the past is confusing. (Wisdom 7)]

Rose was framed for the Queen's death -- she was murdered with Rose's stake. [Her eyes cloud with agitation that the Moroi people could be so stupid and sadness that Tatiana was murdered in general.] Obviously Rose would never, and she would never let herself get caught if she did, but... it's Rose. She doesn't make things easy. [Which she says with such fondness.]

Fortunately, that isn't an issue now that we're here.

[There is no murdered queen here, and no one needs to know, either.]

But no, I'm sure she didn't. For any of us. That's simply the way she is, rushing into things without stopping to think first. It's a double-edged sword at times.

At times. [Nervously, Lissa tucks her hair behind her ear before resting her hands back in her lap. It's hard to figure out how to explain Dimitri's history to him, but she knows he needs to know. Or at least she thinks he does.]

When Rose and I were at St. Vladimir's there was a Strigoi attack. It was... bad. There were a lot of them, many more than anyone imagined.

At the school?

[His entire demeanor seems to switch gears in an instant, the very mention of a Strigoi attack making his muscles taught and ready for action, as if they're about to be attacked themselves.

It's an instinctual reaction, one he's assumed kept him alive long enough to bear the tattoo on his neck, the ones he and Rose share.]

How is that possible? There should have been wards in place to keep them away.

[A beat as he calms himself.]

Was I at the school as well, then?

[She nods, answering all the questions at once, and her eyes turn to her lap, watching as she fiddled with the edge of the book cover.]

You were tutoring Rose -- her mentor, so to speak. The wards had been weakened, enough that some of the students were taken. [She knows she doesn't need to explain how much of a blow that was or how bad.] You and Rose and the other Guardians went after them, they called in more Guardians from nearby I think. Some of it is fuzzy, but it was a massive force.

They, you, saved everyone. [Finally she looks up, wide green eyes apologetic, and reaches out to tentatively cover one of his strong hands with her own delicate hand.] Except you.

[He quickly realizes what that meant, the kind of scandal that was. Because the emotions he'd brought with him toward her proved to him that their relationship wasn't first kindled on this side of the Veil.

Perhaps that was something they would just have to keep to themselves.

It was also rare that they'd stage a counter-attack of their own, but what she says next simply confused him, and it shows in the way his eyebrows furrow, accompanied by a frown.]

This happened in the past, though. If I were killed in battle, how could I then be here?

[Dying while fighting Strigoi was something he didn't find as surprising as he should. It was how a lot of them died. It was their job to die before the Moroi they were guarding. It was the rest that truly bothered him.]

Dimitri... you didn't die.

[Chewing on her bottom lip, she looked at him worriedly, waiting for him to understand so she wouldn't have to say it.]

[Dimitri's lips press together into hard line. He knows exactly what that means, but it doesn't alleviate any confused that is clouding his eyes.]

Lissa, not matter the outcome, I died in that cave.

[Because turning him into one of them didn't mean he'd lived through the ordeal.]

Which makes my being here, like this, even more impossible.

[She shakes her head quickly, hair flying as her eyes brighten. Because she remembers this part so, so clearly.]

No! Rose... found a way. To turn you back. Your silver stakes, if they're charmed with spirit and used by a spirit user they can turn Strigoi back. [She glances down at their hands, forehead wrinkling slightly as if she expects to see burns on her wrists, but they've healed. Or have been healed? Details.] That is why you're here, Rose saved you.

[Lissa can easily dismiss her own part in it, it didn't matter that she held the stake, Rose found the way to do it.]

There's a way to restore Strigoi?

[He's astounded really, though he supposed her explanation makes sense. Spirit users, with their ability to heal, to bring back the dead. Why was Strigoi restoration such a stretch after all of that.]

But it requires a spirit user. That was you, wasn't it?

Yes.

[And its a near impossible picture to imagine: willowy and delicate Lissa overpowering enormous and trained Dimitri in order to stake him.]

I had help, that fire user. [A wince, as if to apologize for aiming that fire directly at him.]

[It is and it isn't. Physicality isn't as important as willpower, though it certainly helps. And if there was a fire user involved...]

That explains the...connection I felt when I met you.

[No doubt using that kind of magic created some kind of bond, even if it wasn't like the one she shared with Rose.

He's also trying not to think about the implications of...other facts that have come to light.]

[She nods slowly.] It's not the same as Rose and I, but I feel it too.

It must have been difficult for you, dealing with that.

[At his expense. It's no wonder that she wanted to speak about this privately, that it took her awhile to do it.]

A little. I feel very... [What is the word?] Protective? Of you? Which is silly because obviously you can take care of yourself. I just... [It was hard to know he had been in pain after, emotionally, and not be able to heal him the way she could have if he were physically hurt.]

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It's not silly. It's kind of you.

[There are other ways to be protective of someone than being their bodyguard, after all.]

I imagine I had a very hard time...afterward.

Yes. [She's still annoyed by that.] No one believed it was possible, saving you. Even when you stood in the sun, people just. [Her nose wrinkles in derision, they were all so stupid. It was so obvious Dimitri would never hurt anyone innocent, not ever, not if he could help it. Lissa couldn't understand why they had been so unwilling to believe.]

They knew what I had been, what I had most certainly done during that time. It was smart for them to be careful.

[This is most certainly a surreal conversation. He's suddenly and truly believing that some memories should be forgotten. He can only imagine what he might have done, and what he could imagine was terrible enough, let alone having the true memories of doing it.]

No, it was fear, not intelligence. [She gives Dimitri an apologetic glance.] I thought it would be better if you knew, in case Rose ever picked it up from the bond.

[He nods in agreement.]

I appreciate it. It's better for me to have found out this way.

[Which leads to something else.]

You need to have conversations like this with her, too.

I know. [Which she says with an air of petulant "but I don't wanna" very clear in her tone. It's frustrating trying to figure out how she is supposed to act with Rose now. Because she can't just act like her best friend, barging into her room to gossip at any moment, they're virtually strangers.]

I can be there, if you think it would help.

[Aww, Dimitri, you are so sweet.] Thanks, but. [Deep breath, she is a big girl. She stabbed a strigoi. She is a fierce, cleric knight who can do anything. Roar!] I should probably do it on my own.

[He nods in understanding.]

You'll both be fine, I promise. Just take it a day at a time. If she can read your mind, perhaps you can try to show her some of the memories you still have. Maybe that will help.

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