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

[isisagent]

[Archer swirls his drink... opens his mouth like he has some kind of cocky comeback... but there's nothing.]

I... actually don't have anything for that. Damn it.

[He actually gets a little pouty over it and retreats into his drink for a bit.]

So, uh... How's the car been treating ya?

[nothingsodivine]

I shot the GPS.

[He may or may not be joking about that.]

[isisagent]

What? Did your antique misfire, or something?

[nothingsodivine]

No, I was aiming for it. [:|]

[isisagent]

Ignoring the obvious question - as to what would provoke you to fire at the car that I bought you with Wynn's money - I'd like to ask just how many shots it took you to actually hit it what that thing, or if you gave up halfway through, and just shot it point-blank execution-style?

[Archer seems more amused than angry about this turn of events.]

[nothingsodivine]

[You're insulting his aim, Archer.

Why are you insulting his aim.]

You don't think I can shoot?

[isisagent]

Briiing briiing - Hold on sorry [Archer pantomimes picking up a phone.] Hello?
Why, yes 18th century, he is here. Uh huh. Yup. Sure thing.

[He pulls the 'phone' away and extends his hand towards Des.]
It's for you - they say they want their black powder cartridges and shitty weapons back.

[nothingsodivine]

Just wait until the next time we get in a bind with a big, bad nasty, spy boy. [He is not firing a gun in a hotel room. His will save says so.]

[isisagent]

[Still laughing a bit at his own joke, Archer sighs...]

Oh man... I might have to, what, liberate them from their face? With my actual shotgun? Seriously, what is it with you guys and your 'convenience' weapon choices. [In a hilariously bad Italian accent;] "Zee Beretta - eet hasa a less recoil fora ma delicate hanz." [Then in a terrible cowpolk mimic;] "Now'uh lissen here pardner. Alls I need'a do's flip thissere switch, and blam! buckshot!" [And yes, he totally did just compare Des to Rafael. .-. ]

I know it's apparently not your strong suit, but I'd like to introduce you to a little thing I call 'Service Practicability' [He says gently patting his Walther PPK.]

I think i laughed at this tag so long I convinced myself i responded....

[nothingsodivine]

[WOW FIRST OF ALL HIS ACCENT IS MOSTLY FROM NEW ORLEANS, SO FUCK YOU VERY MUCH. RUDENESS.

Second of all.... I am Jack's unimpressed face.]

Color me wowed.

[isisagent]

I... wait, is it just me, or does that phrase make like no sense? "Wowed" isn't a color.

Huh...

Anyway I've been thinking, and I realized we have more in common than just our amazing cars and strong livers.

[nothingsodivine]

There are so many reasons why I don't want you to continue that thought.

[Somebody save him.]

[isisagent]

[No one can save you now, Des]

I think we're both immortal, buddy... because one time I was stabbed through the lung, shot in the chest six times point blank, and twenty two times in the back, and also I had cancer. And I'm still here, right?

[nothingsodivine]

[....]

You're a cockroach.

[THAT IS HIS EXPLANATION FOR ALL THAT.]

[isisagent]

. . . es tu, brute?

[nothingsodivine]

[Yeeep. Good talk, Archer. Des stands up. There are few topics that will get him to shut down fast and immortality is one of them. He just has a lot of feelings okay.]

I'm gonna leave you to that mind-numbing revelation, okay? Okay.

[isisagent]

. . . alright? Just remember, you walked away from me, alright? YOU WALKED AWAY FROM ME!