knightsoflegend | nyc ♔ all moonlight returned today

WHO || Rafael, Isabella, Burt, Kat, Gar, Mark, Luthir, Buffy, Spike, Finnick, Violet, Elena, Archer, Des [closed]
WHAT || Burt invites everyone to celebrate their victory at the trial at the opening of his new nightclub in NYC
WHERE || New York City, NY
WHEN || Saturday, March 15th [forward dated]
HOW || Actionspam

It's over. After months of being sidelined by the trial of their friend Rafael, the Knights are finally free to return to England and see what headway the Dragon's Claws have made on discovering the location of the Talisman they seek.

But not everyone is so free to return. The consequence of getting Burt's assistance in disentangling Finnick from his contract and super-stardom was an ironclad agreement that allows Burt to sink his claws fully into Rafael's career. Considering that Burt knows their secret identity, non-disclosure agreement or not, the executive's renowned moral gray-itude doesn't exactly make it seem like a great plan to back out on the compromise.

They've at least been able to put off their goodbyes for a few days since the end of the trial, as Burt invited all of them to New York City for the opening of his brand new nightclub. Some of them flew out, while Archer and Des presumably drove their matching El Caminos cross-country in the days between. But now they've all met again in the Big Apple, for a celebration - and farewell of sorts.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Do these really look like savvy industry spies to you? [ the girl he has his arm around has a neon yellow bra sticking out of her leopard print dress and she grins at burt who smirks back at her. ] Think of 'em like lamps.

[Des sticks his tongue in his cheek and shrugs. All right, Bertram.]

Okay, fine. Rafael's overhyped. You're about to shoot yourself in the foot. If you do anything with him right now, he'll be deader than disco in a month and there goes your shiny lifestyle. It'll be years before his name'll sell. I'm no media expert, but I know the score.

[ burt slides back in his seat, slinging his other arm up across the back of the booth, with a snort. ] No offense, compadre, but you're right: you know jack and shit about the industry, and Jack left town.

Hype is what I built a fucking empire on. Nobody knows it the way I do. I make hype suck my cock from sunrise to sunset. [ he yanks out a box of cigarettes and shakes one out, pointing it at des ] Don't think I don't see where this smiling shit show of yours is going. [ he withdraws a lighter and hands it to the girl, sticking the cigarette in his mouth. ]

You're trying to snake my number one boy out from under me. [ he says the words around the smoke, as the girl lights it for him and he leans into it with a jackass grin ] Ain't happenin'. You got Odair. Be glad I budged that much.

[Des doesn't look too displeased about being figured out. In fact, he looks wickedly amused.]

Well, you got me. Thing is, Burt, I'm not asking for much. And what I'm asking benefits both of us. Give me a year and Rafael will have enough material to put out a CD that'll make Abbey Road look like Baltic Avenue. The bastard needs closure, he needs inspiration, and he ain't gonna get it in Chicago.

[(Diplomacy 39)]

Well, he's not gonna spend all that time in Chicago. He still needs to tour for his last number one with a literal fucking bullet CD. [ a trail of smoke curls up into the club air. ] I gave him the time to get this shit sorted, but that's not something we can put off forever. We have to strike while the iron's at least luke-goddamn-warm. Not to mention he's gotta be on the interview docket to discuss the trial or it just makes him look like he's ashamed of something. That'll haunt him to the end of his goddamn days. It's how he acts now that makes all the difference.

You know what I told Finnick when he wanted to get out of the biz?

Be forgettable. Stop producing. That's the opposite of what Rafael needs.

[yeeep. no diplomacy check in the world is gonna get him out of this. des, by his nature, wants to argue, but he's gambled before and he knows that the more he pushes, the harder it'll be on the others.]

Can't say I didn't try, Burt. [He leans forward a bit.] But since you humored me for about five seconds, I'm gonna give you a suggestion. Actually two.

You have my undivided attention. [ he says. as one of the whores starts nibbling at his ear. ]

First? If her label ever drops her or her manager cuts and runs? You scoop Nadia up. Fast. Don't even flinch. Just find a way to make it happen.

The second? We both know that I'm not with them and I don't play by their rules, so you can't threaten me. And you know I'm ruthless when I want something. I find out that you're making that pointy eared bastard miserable? I make you miserable. And I think you know I can.

[(intimidate 26) He reaches over and plucks an ignored shot from in front of one of the hookers.] Good talk.

Noted. [ and he does look like he's squirming a little, no matter how well he hides it. he removes one arm from around a girl to reach out a hand to des. ] And I'm not totally heartless. He wants to go gallivant around Europe for a few days here and there, we can probably swing something, assuming he comes back to me safe and fucking sound.

You're a piece of shit, Descant. And I respect the hell out of that.

[Des downs the shot and breaks out in a wide grin as he reaches across the table and shakes his hand.] If he comes back with so much as a hangnail, you can bill me.

[he releases his hand and slides out of the booth, still grinning.] That might be the nicest thing anyone's ever said to me.

[well. mission halfway accomplished.]

nyc ♔ all moonlight returned today

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