knightsoflegend | chicago ♔ it’s a tragedy to be left only with memories

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chicago ♔ it’s a tragedy to be left only with memories

WHO || Failboat and friends [Closed]
WHAT || As the trial drags on, the Knights spend their last few months in Chicago and tensions mount
WHERE || Various locations, Chicago
WHEN || November 21st - The end of the trial?? [Back AND Forward dated]
HOW || Actionspam, don't sweat tag order

Everybody loves a media circus and the trial of Rafael Giovanni is no exception. If he was famous before, in the days following the shooting, now he's all people are talking about, and all the tabloids want to focus on. The complications presented at some of the early hearings by Jaka, regarding the identity of the Black Scourge and Rafael's alleged reaction have only made the story more appealing to the millions watching.

They've also caused the trial to drag out for months as facts are checked, evidence is poured over, and the jury becomes only more split on the issue. In the meantime, the holidays fly by, and one of the most terrible winters in years blankets Chicago in blizzards.

This log covers any work and non-work related shenanigans the Knights have while staying in Chicago, immediately following the last log and continuing for the next couple months. This will be the Knight's last time in Chicago before the trial: after which they plan to return to the castle to fully Knight Violet and Elena and decide where to head next.

Make your own threads, don't fuss about tag order, feel free to threadjack multiple people into one thread for hang-outs, ask me if you want a certain scene with an NPC, etc. forever whatever.

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[Des jerks himself away from Buffy (str nat 20) and spits blood on the floor as he steps back, glass crunching underfoot. He stares at them all and then bursts into a manic, angry laugh.]

Yeah, I did love her. I still love her. I love her so much that I gave her the shot that she couldn't give you. [He points at Rafael furiously.] She would have taken the fall a hundred times for you and you know it. And now she's gone and this? This is the only thing she can give you. Your freedom. You can quit, Rafael. When this blows over, you're free. Don't you get it? If I hadn't pulled all the stops, they would've dragged your ass through the mud and then where would we be. It was the only way to clear the slate.

[He staggers past Buffy and Isabella to round on Rafael.] We made a deal. I intend to keep my end of that bargain. So why don't you man up and prove to me you have the balls to fucking walk from it. Go on, Rafael. Just turn around and walk.

[ rafael glares at des, a chilling anger burning in his eyes, and then when the other man stops in front of him, he steps forward so they're almost nose to nose, and then grabs him by the collar too, and hurls him back across the room into the coffee table. (atk 18, dmg 12) there's a horrific shattering sound of glass and splintering wood, and rafael stalks forward, balling up one fist so tight that his knuckles crack. he glares down at him with nothing less than deadly intent in his expression. his words slice through the air, razor sharp. ]

You know nothing about loving her.

[It takes Des a moment to disentangle himself from the coffee table and despite the fact that he is very clearly on his last legs, he hurls himself bodily at Rafael (atk nat 20, dmg 12) with a yell of rage.]

Edited 2014-02-28 07:09 (UTC)

Oh, bloody hell. OI. STUPID GITS. [He hopes Vi takes his advice and gets Myri out of there because he doesn't see this getting less violent any time soon. He steps between the morons they seem to have allowed on the team and makes a grab for both of them, managing to swipe an arm around Des and swing him at the direction Rafael's head would have been if he had... managed to catch Rafael. (I am not repeating all the grapple check math WE WORKED IT OUT IN PLURK. Dmg 9).]

If you can stop pathetically mooning over a dead girl long enough to deal with the people who are still alive... [A beat. Des sure... doesn't look very alive right now. He's all floppy and EXTRA bloody....] Wait. I thought he was alive!

[Also now his HEAD IS ON FIRE OH MY GOD WHY DID HE THINK THAT WAS A GOOD IDEA (dmg 3) so he's gonna... drop Des' body and scream.]

[Everything hurts so much. Myri shakes in Vi's hold, straining to break free weakly (str 7) as the group pummels Des. He's fighting back. She knows that he's goading them on but she can also feel how close he is to dying and it burns in her to run to him.]

Stop! [She cries out, near tears now.] You're killing him. Stargods, please....

[ what a great time to walk into this mess 8| i guess francesca gets to play mom and yell at all you fools (intimidate 30) ] What in the Nine Hells do you think you're doing? [ she'll take her move action to start making her way toward des/raf/spike ] That's enough. You heard her, stop before you kill him.

[ ♬ think twice - eve 6

at the repeated cries about killing des, rafael freezes stiff, his face an undecipherable mask as he stares down at him. it's impossible to say whether their words have stayed him or not even phased him. ]

[ des' condition doesn't look good the minute she's done with him. the string of isabella, spike and rafael to follow up has her grimacing.

francesca's shout gets through to buffy, but only because it put to voice what was already getting to her. she takes a step forward finally, willing herself out of inaction, and pulls on rafael's arm to get him to back off. he doesn't need to make this worse when things are already looking pretty bad, but buffy certainly isn't going to rush to des' side right about now either.

in fact, as she gives rafael a look to back him off, she scornfully notes; ] He can't die. Unless we're going to start guessing he lied about that, too.

[ rafael's tense, angry expression breaks suddenly, and his eyes jerk between buffy's hand on his arm, francesca, myri, and then des, as if he's suddenly actually seeing the situation for the first time.

and it horrifies him.

terror enters his eyes and his fist goes slack as he takes a stumbling half-step away, before shaking his head at buffy's words, suddenly insistent. ] No. No, we must not do this. [ his head snaps to the side, pleading to the girl everyone's working so hard to keep away from the scene ] Myri-- Myri, you must heal him.

[ for the most part, vi hasn't given a fuck in either direction about this bullshit. des is a big boy, he knew he was going to get his ass kicked for this. the people kicking his ass knew what they were doing too. the only fucks vi gave were about myri. but when rafael looks over at their resident cleric she snaps and finds her voice, her arm tightening around myri's shoulders. ]

No! Are you insane! It nearly killed her last time and now you're demanding she clean up your fucking mess? Maybe you should have thought about that before you decided beating a guy to death was a good fucking plan!

[ she doesn't care if she's throwing des under the bus. he would have done the same thing. ]

Edited 2014-03-01 03:25 (UTC)

[Alright, so Rafael is a great singer and all but nothing has sounded more like music to her ears than when he asks for her help. The moment only lasts a second before Vi is tightening her hold, though.

Part of her knows that it's for her own good, that they're trying to protect her, but it's so hard for her to be actually caught in the middle like this.]

Please... [She turns to look at Violet over her shoulder.] He needs me.

[Right now, she doesn't care about the senseless violence, doesn't want to decide who to pin the blame on. All she can think about is her friend who is dying right in front of her. She knows that they don't believe her, but she can feel him slipping away, can sense him fading...]

I'll be careful. I just... I need to do this. Please.

[Spike has finally recovered from his headache, so he turns around and punches Rafael in the face (atk 33, dmg 12). He doesn't like that Rafael's even considering asking Myri, let alone actually asking. But he doesn't want Des to die either. He gives Rafael a parting glare and walks over to stand in front of Myri. He doesn't... really feel the need to explain himself. There's been plenty of senseless violence all around. What's a little more?]

You don't have to. We can find another way. One that doesn't risk you. There are options, pet.

Spike! [ her shout is harsh, like wtf is wrong with you! but she turns her attention away from him quickly because there are more important things at hand. ]

Myri, no. He can heal himself, he can't die. But you can. Don't. Please. He wouldn't want you to. [ she's aware she's pleading a little, even as she loosens her grip slightly, but myri is her family. she can't lose her. ] He's immortal, you're not.

[And Elena walks into...the biggest fucking mess ever. Seriously, she's pissed, but what the fuck is wrong with you people?]

What the hell happened?

[She runs over to Des, because jesus he's a mess. She knows that Myri shouldn't heal him, not in his condition. It'll take too much out of her.]

Someone do something useful and find me a first aid kit!?

[And then she'll try to stop any bleeding with her...hands. (Treat Injury 15 to try and stabilize him).]

[finnick is definitely … team vi right now. which is good since they're also both working on restraining myri.] There are other ways, Myri. Ways that won't hurt you. [his eyes say something else — no matter how much she thinks des ~needs~ her, finnick needs her more.] Let someone else try. [diplomacy MOTHERFUCKING NAT 20; 39 total.]

[ the door opens again, and this time gar and kat and mark are there, the three of them dripping wet from their walk from the parking garage. apparently it's

pouring rain out suddenly.

unseasonable as that may be.

gar is going to take off her rain-shodden jacket when she takes in what's going on and her mouth falls open in complete shock, as her head whips around the room to look at them all. ] What in the world happened? [ she rushes forward to elena's side, glancing over with wide eyes at the broken table and glass everywhere. ]

[ kat walks in more slowly behind her, shaking off an umbrella, and just stands near the door, surveying the scene with distaste but a lack of gar's astonishment. ] ... I would say I'm surprised, but that'd be some straight up bullshit.

[ as luthir quietly wanders out from down the hall to see what's all the commotion, mark steps in past kat, staring at des, appalled ] Jesus. We're gone for five minutes and there are lynchings?

[Des stabilizes thanks to Elena and from this close, she can see that some of the bruising and lacerations are receding very slowly and that process must be painful because Des is wincing as he starts to return to consciousness. He's murmuring something the whole time in a groaning voice, like someone in the middle of a particularly awful dream.]

I didn't know. I didn't know.

[Between Vi, Spike, and Finnick all ganging up on her with logic and telling her that it doesn't have to be here and all the reasons why she shouldn't... Well, it doesn't change her mind at all but it gives Elena time to swoop in and be a bad ass. As the bleeding stops and Des' own healing abilities kick in, the urge to rush to his side start to fade. Being so focused on him apparently gives her bat hearing because she catches those murmurings (listen 19).]

What..? [She untangles herself from Vi's arms, giving all three of her bodyguards a reassuring glance. She isn't going to do anything stupid but she does want to go to him. Crouching beside him, she places a hand on his shoulder, fighting the urge to give in to her gift (will save nat 20) but only trying to comfort him.] What didn't you know, Des? Talk to us... please. [(hahahah diplomacy 30 because she learned from the best manipulators around on a trip to Illinois...)]

Edited 2014-03-01 05:11 (UTC)

[Spike comes behind Myri, ready to yank her away if she starts healing. But so far she seems all right. He gives Des a slightly sheepish look. Things are definitely not all right between them, but... he did just... kill him a little bit.]

Sorry about nearly doing you in, mate.

[ isabella had been about to move towards rafael, when suddenly spike slams his fist into his face. rage colors her features as she very ineffectually tries to slam a fist of her own at spike's chest, but just winds up... hurting herself slightly. ] What is wrong with you? [ she looks hurt, and somewhat lost, but it sweeps away into concern as she turns back to raf ] Rafael. You should not be here now.

[ he looks almost sick to his stomach as he makes eye contact with isabella, and he keeps shaking his head, taking another few steps away, unable to look at des as he wakes. ] Bella--

You--

[ and then he closes his eyes, turning away and muttering: ] Si. Si, not this.

He's staying right where he is. [Des coughs hoarsely, finally coming to enough to sit up. He rubs his jaw and cracks his neck and seems to be making sure his face is still working properly before he acknowledges Myri.]

I didn't know it was gonna get this bad. [He tries to stand up and falters (dex 13) and decides... he should probably stay on the ground.] Look at you all. Finest bunch of idiots I've ever had the opportunity to meet.

[Elena tries to help him as he sits up, and stays seated as he decides to do that too, though she shifts away from him to give him space, watching him with concern even as his wounds start to heal before her eyes.

Also, her hands and wrists are covered in his blood. That's...not the most pleasant feeling, but she feels like leaving to wash them right now would be inappropriate.]

That's no excuse for taking matters into your own hands.

[But the real anger that should be in her voice is gone now. She gets why he did it, and he seems to understand that it backfired.]

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