nyc --> london ♔ and as the vision fades | i'll say i was blinded by your eyes

[postergirl]

♬ It Happens All the Time - Depeche Mode

WHO || Failboat, Des, Rafael, Isabella, Burt, and more~ [closed]
WHAT || The Knights finally say their goodbyes and head back to the castle
WHERE || NYC hotel; flight to London; London, England
WHEN || March 16th
HOW || Actionspam or prose

What was supposed to be a night to unwind wound up with a confrontation between Failboat and Keijen Blade that didn't exactly go the way the team was hoping for. However, in the process, they at least managed to get Isabella back and extract Dumage from her long term undercover assignment.

The remainder of the night is spent back at the hotel, recuperating, in order to catch the flight back to London the next morning. This also means saying goodbye to those who will be going back to Chicago: Isabella, Burt, and Rafael.

Comments

[shootfirst]

Wow, cuz the disturbing visual was mondo necessary.

And a little twisted, since Spike was always there.

[nothingsodivine]

Spike reads poetry, apparently. Anything's possible now.

[SHRUG, KAT. SHRUG.]

Besides I've known Zarad long enough that I'm not gonna get duped that easily. I'm not a chump.

[shootfirst]

And is playing tonsil hockey a new past time for you two, or is this a thing that I need to know about so I can block it from my memory forever.

[nothingsodivine]

[And again, Des goes quiet.]

It's probably not something you need to worry about.

[shootfirst]

Don't ask, don't tell.

Got it.

[nothingsodivine]

[Yep.

This is an awkward silence.

That Des is going to murder in its cradle, because awkward silences suck.]

So... do you think Gar actually had fun last night?

[shootfirst]

Maybe right up to the part where it turned into another work night.

[ a beat ] Or... maybe starting at that part, who knows.

[nothingsodivine]

She didn't have to kill Minotaurs and listen to Blade villain monologue. I'd say her night went better than most.

[shootfirst]

Awww man, I missed the monologuing? It would have been super satisfying to cut that shit short with a fireball to his face.

[nothingsodivine]

I shot him in the face. [SMUG]

[shootfirst]

Jealous.

[nothingsodivine]

You should be.

[Ignoring the fact that shooting Blade in the face almost got him DISINTEGRATED.]

[shootfirst]

So what are you planning to do when we get to London? Crash on the Knights' couch?