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

[savemyself]

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.

Comments

[nothingsodivine]

Yeah, maybe you missed the part where I got hurled into a glass table. That doesn't do wonders for a man's mood, Myri.

[witchwoman]

You can't tell me that was the worst you've seen in all your years.

[nothingsodivine]

Coming from someone I know personally?

[He thinks on it.] Maybe not. [Oh my God, Myri. He cringes.] I just have a lot on my mind. Iscariot's not gonna let me off easy and the case keeps getting more complicated. It's nothing to worry your pretty little head over.

[witchwoman]

[Her mouth turns down into a frown.]

You know... I'm tired of everyone telling me what I should or shouldn't worry about. Like it or not? I've come to care about you. And I know you don't care about any of us. I know this is just... just some job for you, or if nothing else, a way to try to do right by Jade, but you don't get to decide what's worth worrying over.

[She huffs out an exhale, because... well, she's been holding that in for some time. Sorry, Des. It's not really just you. Everyone tells her not to worry and a girl is bound to break eventually.]

[nothingsodivine]

[WOW MYRI. You got spunk.

He exhales.]

It's more complicated than me not caring, Little Bit.

[witchwoman]

Perhaps it wouldn't seem so complicated if you tried explaining, for once.

[She folds her arms over her chest, trying not to take it personally but... not really succeeding.]

[nothingsodivine]

[It's so hard being a distant, brooding immortal around you, Myri.]

It's just better if I keep my distance.

[Things that are not an explanation.]

[witchwoman]

Better for who? Because the last I checked, all it's gotten you recently is thrown through a table.

[Since you felt like we needed to bring that up again.]

[nothingsodivine]

The last thing this team needs is another person they can't save. [Completely. Deadpan.]

[witchwoman]

Actually, the last thing the team needs is another person making decisions for the rest of them without giving anyone else the chance to make an informed decision. [She sighs] I can't make you talk to me if you don't want to, but I swear to Simurgh, if one more person tries to do something for my own good, I may scream.

[nothingsodivine]

Well, I don't know what the hell a Simurgh is, but I think I'm officially over doing that.

[witchwoman]

Sorry. [She rubs her forehead absently.] He's... It's not important. [Just some silly myth from where she's from.]

What makes it complicated, though? Every chance you get, you remind us that you're not a knight, that you're not one of us. You do everything you can to push yourself away, but... but you still stay here. You don't have to stay with us, but you do.

[nothingsodivine]

I have to finish the job. Once that's over, you're probably never gonna see this mug again.

[witchwoman]

[Internally she cannot help but think that there's a chance it would be sooner than that. She's not sure if she can make it, can stick it out and stay. But that's not really the point.]

What are you so afraid of?

[nothingsodivine]

[Des looks momentarily uncomfortable, and then to cover it up, he throws the covers off of him and goes to grab his boots.]

I'm not afraid of anything.

[witchwoman]

[She moves as soon as he does and reaches for his wrist when he reaches for his boots.]

Des. [Just his name for now, a quiet little plea for him not to shut her out. She's had her fill of that from Finnick and Vi lately. She's felt like an outsider in her own home, felt like she can't talk to anyone some days. And she knows she has no right to ask him to tell her anything that he doesn't want to, but she's doing it anyway.]

[nothingsodivine]

[Des stares at her, making a face. He opens his mouth to say something, closes it again, and shakes his head, gently tugging his hand away from her wrist.] I'm sorry, Myri.

[He grabs his boots and his jacket and just... walks on out.]

[witchwoman]

[A few weeks ago, she would have let him go. She would have worried and tried to talk to him about it later, but she would have let this night end here. But she knows she isn't going to sleep, and there's something obviously wrong. She should leave it alone. It isn't her business. He doesn't want to talk to her. She should leave it alone.

But she's losing everything anyway, so why not try one last time?

So she gets up and pads after him, not bothering to find shoes or a jacket. Her pajamas aren't too indecent for her to mind being seen elsewhere in the hotel in them. She catches up to him out in the hallway, probably headed for the elevator.]

Is that it? You'll just keep running until you forget about all of us?

[It's only partially about him specifically. It's more about his behavior being just one more thing that's breaking apart the stability she had come to rely on.]

[nothingsodivine]

Maybe. Wouldn't be the first time. [He doesn't sound that convinced of his own words though, but he doesn't stop either.]

[witchwoman]

[Wow, you are the single most infuriating person on the planet. She jogs up to close the distance and swoops to turn to face him, a small hand coming out and shoving at his chest with about as much force as you'd expect to come from a person her size and build (str 2...)]

Just stop. I'm tired of everyone lying and running and hiding and drowning their problems because they think it's somehow easier. What has it gotten you? Where has it gotten you anywhere but alone? I fought too hard to find a home, to find a family. Like it or not, you're part of that, so I'm not just going to let you walk away.

[nothingsodivine]

[It does stop him though- more out of confusion than anything. He stares at her for a second and then he just... lets it all out.]

No, you're the one who needs to walk away. You need to go. Go anywhere else, forget this mission, forget them, forget it all, because it's gonna kill you. Pain follows these people. Pain follows me. And you're not gonna be able to fix it and it's gonna break you and no one wants to see that happen, 'least of all me. You're too good for that. You wanna make a decision for yourself without anyone telling you what you should feel? Consider that one.

[He pushes past her and slams a finger on the call button. Almost instantly the elevator opens and he backs into it.] You want honest advice, Myri? Go home.

[witchwoman]

[This time she doesn't follow him. She's too stunned by the words, by how much it sounds like that part of her that's been thinking the same thing. She's not going to make it here. She's only going to make it harder for them to do what they need to do.

Look at her now... Chasing him down and demanding that he talk to her. No wonder he wants to run as fast as he can. She takes a step back from the elevator as he backs into her, tears shining in her eyes, much as she tries to hold them back. She doesn't say a word, just looks at him, mouth half open as she wishes she had anything to say in protest. But she doesn't.

So she lets the elevator doors close. And some part of her wonders if that's the last conversation she'll have with him.]