chicago ♔ bury me deep just to cover my sins

[romanticidal]

♬ Ave Maria - Warshaw Philharmonic Orchestra

WHO || Buffy, Spike, Finnick, Myri, Dawn, Archer, Elena, Kat, Gar, Mark, Burt, Des, Rafael, Violet, Francesca, Luthir, and more~ [closed]
WHAT || Jade's burial.
WHERE || A cemetery, Chicago, IL
WHEN || July 8, 2013 [backdated]
HOW || Actionspam

[ As the processional exits the church following after the casket, the Knights and co. might be surprised that a rather large crowd has gathered out here, apparently holding some kind of intense candlelight vigil in jade's honor, now that twilight is beginning to fall. Those who take a gander over at Burt might almost see the halo of innocence over his head as he avoids eye contact doo doo doo.

Either way, the cameras don't follow for this part, and so everyone just gets to participate in the slow walk past crying eyes of strangers who didn't even know Jade or Rafael or any of them, towards the nearby cemetery, where they position around the still open at the top casket as its placed next to the grave that will house her.

The priest begins to intone in elvish once more: final funeral rites, the long farewell bid to their kind, and the promise of reunion in the lands of light. ]

Comments

[driveangry]

[ did you miss his gravelly voice too. as he slides his phone into his pocket, and looks past des into the cemetery. ] You've got a lot of nerve, you know.

[nothingsodivine]

For what? Telling Hoffman to shove it up his ass? He wanted an object, not a girl. And now she's dead because of this fucking gang war I'm all mixed up in. You're the one who put me on the job- you owe me.

[driveangry]

You were quick to act like she was a dead end on the Talisman business, but someone apparently thought otherwise. [ he nods to the graveyard as if to punctuate BECAUSE THEY KILLED HER OVER IT. ] And so did you, I take it, since a year later, who should show his smug mug on stage after she gets whacked, but the asshole who takes to calling my company line up every day after the fact.

Hoffman's not happy.

[nothingsodivine]

She was a dead end on the Talisman. Whoever killed her didn't get the memo. [(Bluff 36. He leans in and lowers his voice so no one will overhear.] You and Hoffman are both missing the point. Chad Becksworth and his little bullshit choir are the people you want, and if Rafael Giovanni doesn't walk, I don't get Becksworth. Or his man in Andres.

[driveangry]

[ he looks slightly skeptical as he stares up at des, but finally glances forward ] So you have been working this case for a year. And didn't see fit to share until now because...?

[nothingsodivine]

Because I'm a strong black woman who doesn't need no man. [God, Liam. WHY CAN'T YOU JUST BE HAPPY HE HAS INFORMATION.] It's personal. I'm telling you now. Do we really have to split hairs over the details? The point is I could have told you to fuck off, but Hoffman's in a position to screw my life to kingdom come and I need you guys to not do that.

[driveangry]

Then don't make easily traceable calls to the guy who's still on their payroll. Hoffman's just work to me, so you can count yourself damn well lucky that I don't give a shit if they secure this thing or if you do. But lose me my job, Descant, and I might lose my pleasant and gentle demeanor. [ ok, he got his annoyance out, he seems satisfied ] You mentioned burying evidence.

[nothingsodivine]

I wanted to get your attention. You should've picked up the phone. Would've looked way less suspicious and a lot more like a crank call. [But Des is satisfied with that answer, because he honestly couldn't expect anything less, and just grins.] Unlock the door. We need to take a drive.

[He comes around to the other side of the car so he can get in the passenger side.]

[driveangry]

[ he hits the button and as des gets in, he's picking up a retail store bouquet of flowers from the passenger seat, which he... slaps in des' lap when he sits. ] For the girl.

[nothingsodivine]

[Des stares at them for a second, but he... passed his will save to not get all nostalgic over that first time he and Liam met Jade. He lays them in the back with some care and consideration and slumps in the seat.] Must have left an impression on you and Hoffman, considering she basically told the whole Institute to fuck off and die.

[driveangry]

And that doesn't sound like the sort of thing that leaves an impression to you? [ /PULLING ONTO THE ROAD NOW ] She was spunky. I liked that.

[nothingsodivine]

She was something. [Yeah, he may have passed that will save, but there is a CLEAR INDICATION that Jade is a not fun topic right now. Not that what he's about to talk about is any better.]

Did anyone get in touch with you or Hoffman about me?

[driveangry]

Yeah, the IRS is looking to audit your ass. Hope you kept those receipts.

[nothingsodivine]

Fuck you. I'm serious. [He rubs the back of his neck, but he half-laughs, so the "serious" loses its effect.] I'm in a bad way, Liam. Giovanni's got more crap than a cow pasture and he's got the enemies who're more than happy to start slingin' it. And I'm right smack in the middle.

[Which is his own damn fault, but whatever. He makes messes. It's his thing.] I'm putting a lot on the line for you having friends who are way better at hiding shit than a bunch of bloodlusted religious kooks are at finding it.

[driveangry]

I might know a guy who knows a guy.

How's Giovanni wrapped up in all this anyway?

[nothingsodivine]

He was in love with her. And she loved him. It was a beautiful love story. You saw the footage. He's got a shady past and it just so happened to come back and bite him on the ass in the worst way, but he didn't mean to kill her and that's all we gotta prove. True love'll win a jury, won't it?

[not when one of the testimonies has to be given by a guy that the police now know was emotionally involved with Jade, but Des is banking on that not coming up or bullshitting if it does.]

[driveangry]

Never pegged you for taking the sentimental angle. [ he looks in his rearview mirror ] I'd rather play the solid evidence against the other guy line.

[nothingsodivine]

Yeah, well, I've got my reasons. And my entire life riding on him not spending the rest of his life in a fancy prison for half-elf Italian songbirds, so if it's all the same to you? My pony is picked. He's gotta walk. And I'll owe you and your guy who knows a guy.

[And Des looks distressed because he sure crit failed that will save. He's been coming and going between being confident that his plot will work and falling apart in private. Anderson could tap on the window at the next red light and he'd suck it up and laugh in his face, but right now, he feels like he's going to puke in Liam's fancy car, because in front of Azrael and the Grays and even the freakin' Knights, he's the definition of confident, but in front of someone he knows he doesn't need to be fearless in front of, he's a mess.]

[driveangry]

[ liam looks at him for a long moment out of the corner of his eye, jaw worked to the side. and then hits the turn signal. ]

He'll walk.

[nothingsodivine]

[des breathes a sigh of not-quite-relief because he's a cynical bastard and the proof will be in the getting it done, not the promises.]

And that's why you're the one I asked.

[he rubs his face.] You going back around? I need to get my car.

[driveangry]

It's like you never wanna stay and visit anymore. [ but yes he's... looping around the block ]

[nothingsodivine]

What? You wanna gossip like two old dames? Sorry, baldy. I've had a hell of a week. And next week looks like more of the same. I'm close to something. I just need to be out on the streets long enough to get at it.

[driveangry]

And here I thought we could exchange casserole recipes. [ annnd he pulls back onto the appropriate street ] I'm gonna need everything you've got on Giovanni, secure channels. Probably hard copy, P.O. Box. Something like that. I'll work out drop details.

Leave the damn phones out of it.

[nothingsodivine]

You think I'm bad at this spy garbage? You should meet Archer sometime. I'm James Bond compared to that SOB. [he shrugs.] I'll get it. And if a big blond guy with a Scottish accent tracks you down? Tell 'em you don't know anything about me. That goes double for Hoffman. I'm pretty sure God will forgive you for lying to a priest if you're tore up about the idea.

[driveangry]

You meet the nicest people, in this line of work. [ annd he pulls over next to des' very noticeable car. ] Don't forget the bouquet.