CLOSED ♔ don't know what the country's coming to

[behindcloseddoors]

♬ on an evening in roma - dean martin

WHO || Rafael, Des, Buffy, their best pal in the world
WHAT || An unexpected incident
WHERE || Rome
WHEN || June 7th, 2014
HOW || Actionspam. Single thread.

Who knows how long unconsciousness has them all swallowed in its grip. But when it finally allows them to resurface, they'd notice the smooth motion of a car indicating they're... still riding in a vehicle. A wis check of 14+ might recognize it's a different limo, however, and it doesn't take a wisdom check to recognize that they are all crammed together on the same side of the seat now. With... hands cuffed to the seat between their legs.

Across from them, a large figure sits grinning manically... wearing a familiar gray cassock. Oh hi. :)

A single glance out the window at the bustling city outside is enough to recognize that is sure as shit ain't London. And Anderson will be quick to clear that up for y'all, waving one hand at the view.

"Well, now. I hope you all enjoyed your rest. Let me be the first t'bid ye welcome... to Rome."

Comments

[nothingsodivine]

I'm not the one who got cheated on, Fluffy. [But look at him... get out of the car. As soon as he steps out and lays the seat down for Buffy to climb out, he leans back in.] But if it will keep Blondie from worrying about me getting yanked off the street, I'll... tag along, I guess.

[He looks like he'd rather do anything but, but Buffy raises a valid point and he did come all this way. Letting them out of his sight now seems like a bad idea. He just... has other things on his mind than Jade's ex-lover.]

[slay]

[ thank god it was so cramped in there and pancakes was not enough freedom. she crawls out a little too eagerly. it's hard out there for the only person present who has no investment in jade's vagina ok. ]

Allegedly. [ she rubs her shoulders, looking between them, then clarifies. ] Allegedly cheated on. We have evidence to review.

[romanticidal]

Whatever he may say, Vittorio and the others were looking for a reason to do what they did, to keep me from stepping away from our work. It is more likely, is it not, that he simply saw what he wanted to see, so that he might sleep better knowing what he intended to do? [ raf you are one to talk about justifying things so you can sleep better. ]

[nothingsodivine]

And none of this has any bearing on me, personally. Not my closure. [So that, Rafael, is why he's not all that enthused about finding out. He shuts the door of the fancy sports car.]

But we'll see how it goes.

[slay]

[ awkward side-eye at rafael. ]

Remember that fun little talk we had about ... keeping an open mind? I'm just saying: let's not condemn anyone yet, but ... Vittorio died for this. Let's not write that off before we even step in the bank.

[romanticidal]

[ he meets buffy's eyes, and a little bit of clarity manages to pierce through his contemplative heaviness. he nods, looking momentarily chagrined ] ... Si. I will try to keep an... objective mind.

[ and he heads up towards the door like it's the mouth of a dragon's den, squaring his shoulders before pushing them both in. i guess he left his guns in the car, because i just realized what a gr8 idea it is to wear guns into a fancy bank. he got a nat 20 wisdom check for that, at least. ]

[nothingsodivine]

[Apparently, Rafael's stupid nat 20 ruins lives, because Des shoved his gun into the glovebox before he got out. THANKS, GENIUS. If Iscariot busts into this bank, he's gonna punch you in the stomach again.

He shoves his hands into the pockets of his jacket and falls into step beside Buffy, whispering:] Maybe he won't lose his goddamned mind if his buddy's right.

[slay]

[ she whispers back, from a few safe paces behind rafael. ]

I hope you're prepared to do the restraining if he does, because there is no way I can pull that off, all superpower funkiness considered.

[ ok right not being a gossipy asshole. she charges into the bank after rafael!! ]

[romanticidal]

[ the bank is wide and open inside, and rafael is paused in the middle of the lobby, looking around skeptically. a few people slow down to double-take but everyone assumes that it CAN'T be international superstar rafael giovanni just casually walking into the bank with no bodyguards so it must be someone who just looks like him. he pulls out the account number on the paper vittorio gave him with a frown. ]

[nothingsodivine]

[wow that's subtle. when buffy runs ahead, des hangs back like he's debating on changing his mind and staying here, but since SOMEONE might have to hold rafael back from his ragefit, he... guesses he has to go with.

so he rolls his eyes and closes the gap between himself and rafael, clapping him on the shoulder.]

Now or never, Fluffy.

[IT'S AWFUL BECAUSE IT'S ONE OF HIS SONGS. ahahaha kill me.]

[romanticidal]

[ rafael shoots des a Look for that one, but then mans up and heads to the counter. he slides across the information, exchanging some words with the teller in italian as she gives him a smitten smile, nodding and heading off to fetch the contents. raf shoves one hand in his pocket and leans his elbow on the counter, rubbing at his mouth as he waits. ]

[nothingsodivine]

At least they're not dragging us down into the vault.

[Des's tone pretty much suggests that this is exactly why he wanted to wait in the car. With the way their day is going, he doesn't really want to risk something happening and getting locked down there. It's not paranoia if people are actively trying to end you.

He shifts awkwardly and glances around, but his spot check sucks, so hopefully there's nothing to see here, because he sure as fuck isn't looking for anything, paranoia or not.]

[slay]

Suddenly regretting not leaving you in the car.

[ but it's summer, and it's even illegal to do that to dogs ok. her spot check is ... not horrible (21), so she's at least keeping an eye out for anything that looks off while she sasses. ]

At least the vault would involve some privacy. They're not gonna make us open it out here, are they?

[romanticidal]

[ that question is answered when rafael straightens up as the girl returns, taking the manila envelope that she slides across the counter with a dazed nod of gratitude as he turns to head back towards them. he holds the thing almost like it's a live bomb as he approaches des and buffy, looking them both briefly in the eyes before nodding slightly outside. the coast seems clear to buffy's eyes at least, and he doesn't really wait for an acknowledgment, just walks between them back out into the square. ]

[nothingsodivine]

[Des follows. This is a lot of dramatic tension for some photographs in his mind, but he can't really say for certain whether he'd feel the same way if he were in Rafael's shoes.

So he holds his tongue as he follows Rafael out of the bank and goes to lean on the car.]

You want me to drive us somewhere private?

[He's not even being a dick, okay. It's a legitimate question.]

[slay]

[ buffy pivots to follow, looking over at des' question, then forward to rafael. ]

His house is probably close. [ isn't everything close to everything in european cities? you people drive 40 minutes to get to another country. ] But I think waiting might be worse.

[romanticidal]

I would like to go see it while we are here, but... you are right. There is no reason to wait. [ he takes a few steps beyond the car, past them, sliding his thumb in to break the seal on the envelope. ]

[nothingsodivine]

[as Des's boyfriend would say...]

[slay]

Of course.

[ her affirmation comes as he moves past them. lips pressed together, it's clear she wants to follow, but instead she leans up against the car and hangs back. that's attempt number two at breathing room—probably about time they gave it to him. ]

[romanticidal]

[ ♬ broken vow - josh groban

raf turns around, reaching into the envelope and letting his hand stay there for a dramatic moment before he finally pulls out the photographs within and looks at them.

they can clearly see his face from where they stand, so they would be privy to the clear change in his expression, the dramatic forehead furrow dropping away into outright shock, following by a cocktail of outrage, anger, and horror as he stands there staring, frozen to the spot. ]

No...

[nothingsodivine]

[Well. That's not what he was expecting. Outrage, sure, but he expected it to be some screaming about photoshop or something.]

What? Do you know the guy or something?

[He backs away from the car to get a good look over Rafael's shoulder.]

[slay]

[ that's a better reaction than anticipated—which of course means it's actually worse. she'd know how to handle a refusal to believe it, how to handle him throwing the contents of the envelope on the ground and dismissing it all as some cheap trick.

anger is easy, but he's devastated.

her heart twists in her chest and she surges forward, away from the car. she reaches out to touch him as she closes in, but draws her hand back before she ever does. that's probably the last thing he needs, but she doesn't know what else to do. one thing's for certain: she's not trying to get a look at the pictures. they're not her business. ]

[romanticidal]

[ well it's about to be. because rafael holds one up for her to see as des looks at the others in his opposite hand.

he definitely knows the guy. in fact, they all do.

the pictures are taken across the street from some kind of little garden adjacent to a cafe, and each one of them shows two people all up in each other's business: one of them eterna jade - and the other one, the one she has her arms around, the one she's looking up at with a wide emotional smile, the one who's running his fingers through her hair - is keijen blade. ]

This has to be a joke.

[nothingsodivine]

[That's enough to get Des looking a little pale. Everyone kept spouting off shit about how Blade cared for Jade, but he didn't buy into it. He got her roped into a deal that was killing her and that was it. That was where the line stopped. If there was anything else, it was probably mindless and meaningless, but not that.]

That rat bastard. He was playing her. [Oh, hi Delusional? Table for Two. Except it's not a delusion if you have every reason to believe that KEIJEN BLADE IS A SKANKY MINDRAPING SON OF A WHORE.]

[slay]

No. He wasn’t.

[ buffy’s voice is soft. she reaches out to take the photograph from rafael, studying it for a moment. jade looks … god, she looks happy. she never got to see enough of that while she was alive. her thumb brushes over the image before she looks up at des. ]

Des, he came to her funeral. He told me, and—and Elena in those dreams that it was for her. He cared about her. [ she looks down at the photograph again. she cared about him too—there’s nothing fake about that smile. buffy’s opinion of blade is basically subterranean, but it does … fit, in a weird way. ]

She had to have forgotten this, too. Until the end. [ and she certainly wasn't swearing revenge on blade with her dying breath, ok. that doesn't really shout "i was mind controlled into an affair." besides: wouldn't he go full-stop? get her to leave rafael, come live with him happily ever after? (diplomacy 29 for this moment btw please see reason.) ]