chicago ♔ i wish you could see | how apart we've all grown

[lawofsurvival]

WHO || The Failboat, Rafael Giovanni, Isabella Alessandro, Hiro, Jaka, Burt Becksworth, DA of Chicago [closed]
WHAT || The trial of Rafael Giovanni
WHERE || Chicago courthouse, Chicago, IL
WHEN || Friday, Nov 22nd  [backdated]
HOW || Actionspam

The big day has finally arrived.  As media coverage rises to a frenzied fever pitch, Jaka's final preparations are completed, and the team assembles to head down for the trial of Rafael Giovanni.   

Large crowds are gathered outside, some of whom tote signs condemning Rafael as a murderer, others pledging their support and love for the singer.  Police officers keep order, and hold the crowds back as the stars are led up the steps and inside the courthouse.  

They'll have some time to convene with Burt and Jaka in a private room before the trial itself begins.  Unfortunately, Jaka still hasn't shared the change in plans that he and Des discussed in private... 

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[slay]

Whenever you're ready. [ she's not going to rush him into essentially signing a blank check to people they don't fully understand. hell naw. she reaches out to brush her fingertips against the back of his hand as it hovers over the sigil, smiling. ] Together. [ she says it thoughtfully, looking up at him with a greater sense of tranquility now. he's ~not in this alone.~ she'd promised him that she'd stand with him, no matter how hard it was, so he had someone to carry him. she's not planning on letting him feel like he's lost that now that things have grown even worse than they were on the bridge that day. ]

[romanticidal]

[ he manages to give the most limp smile ever at that, looking s-so tired, but he nods and repeats: ] Together. [ #painfulcallbacksareus

he grabs one side of the seal as she grabs the other, and with a sharp jerk, it cracks. a strange bright glow envelops it for a moment... and then is gone. ]

[slay]

[ she waits for a beat, stares around the room, then back up at rafael with a confused furrow of her brow. ]

Well, as anticlimaxes go, that ... sure was one.

[ REALLY? IT JUST ~DISAPPEARED~? ]

[romanticidal]

How do we know that we did it properly...?

[slay]

I dunno. [ she rubs her hand, like she's expecting dust from the seal to somehow be stuck on it - but, no, it definitely just disappeared. ] I mean, they didn't really leave a calling card. Or - well, they did. But that was it.

[romanticidal]

Then it seems all we can do is have faith in their word. [ he sounds skeptical. what is optimism rn. ]

[slay]

Well, until we get back to the hotel, and then I can think of a few other things we can do to make ourselves feel better.

[ there's a long beat. she blinks, glances off to the side then back at him and tacks on, as if it was obvious, ] I was very serious about the finger-breaking.

[romanticidal]

You are not the only one. Though given you are not on trial for murder here, I may have to settle for watching you take him on.

[slay]

Yeah, well, give it 24 hours and we'll see who's sharing your cell after all. [ it's only funny because des can't die. she's at least trying to lighten the mood at this point. she offers him a thin smile, and gives his hand a squeeze. ] I know things are bad now. But, they'll get better. We'll make them get better.

[romanticidal]

[ BY PUNCHING THEM BETTER. ] I do not see how they can much get worse. [ #famouslastwords ]

[slay]

[ GROANS. without much behind it (which, with buffy, is still fairly solid), she punches him in the ribs. ] Why would you say that!?

[romanticidal]

[ he winches a bit, giving her a Look ] What? It is not as if we are not already cursed.

[slay]

That doesn't mean there aren't worse curses! Or more! We could have more! And now we're totally jinxed. [ she looks flustered and huffy for a moment, but it steadily fades into a cringing sort of laughter. it's a relief, to stop and be able to laugh at how ridiculous that is to be saying right now. paranoia over jinxes? really? in their position? she shakes her head as she finishes the short chuckle. ]

[romanticidal]

[ he tries to let himself join in the crazy psychochan laughing times but nope, he can barely muster a grimace of a smile ] Let us hope the jinx does not befall us between here and Des, then. [ he starts towards the door, steps determined now ]

[slay]

[ buffy will toddle after him like a child trying to keep up with an adult, eager but still pretty much in the dust. ]