CHAPTER THREE ♔ what's done in the dark will be brought to the light

[wynn]

♬ god's gonna cut you down - johnny cash

WHO || The Knights
WHAT || The aftermath of Chapter 2
WHERE || London, England and variou
WHEN || Evening of June 7th --> onwards
HOW || Actionspam. Single thread.

In less than twenty-four hours, everything has turned on its head.

A Knight and her allies were kidnapped by Iscariot agents for execution in Rome, barely escaping with their lives.

A mission meant to free one Knight from the influence of a dark god succeeded - at the price of another's life.

A simple recon mission at a Keijen Blade concert nearly led to two Knights committing mind-controlled suicide in front of an eager crowd.

Several Knights went to see Draken Crombe, leader of the Church of the Lord's Humanity, speak in person, and learned just how sinister his religion's dogma is.

A call from Sir Hathaway alerted Wynn to the escape of the doppelganger from the Knight's dungeons, an escape perhaps aided by Elena Gilbert.

A demigod interrupted what might have been a simple smash and grab retrieval of an artifact.

And most horrific of all, in the middle of the night, hundreds of Shadowkind in New York City awoke, and walked in a mindless trance down to the Hudson River to drown themselves. Only the quick thinking and combined efforts of the Knights present and their allies prevented all of them from succeeding.

Beset on all sides, a dark time awaits for the Knighthood - who were already suffering from the capture of Dragon's Claw Sir Thomas Bancroft at the hands of their long time enemy Dimitris Sarandis of Andres Isle.

In times such as these, the light can be difficult to find. Hope itself seems somewhere just out of reach.

Comments

[ex_psionic439]

I don't think the sword is going to make it through a metal detector.

[Has anyone considered this shit. Like, really guys.]

And, assuming you aren't tazed on sight, it's a pretty big tip off.

[immuno]

Oh!

[ lydia digs through her pink prada bag for a moment and produces a travel-sized aerosol can. ]

I have mace.

[bittersweeter]

[ lila pulls a similar one from her pocket letting it dangle from her pinkie as she puts her hand back on the wheel. hers is pink as is her way to keep people from touching her shit unless she wants them to. ] Perfect. Take mine, too.

[immuno]

[ she will grab it and hand the pink one to stiles because she assumes he didn't pack his baseball bat in the trunk ... ]

[twinfucker]

[That... doesn't look like a mace. But Jaime got a knowledge check of 16, so at least he has figured out that they haven't actually fit a tiny mace into a can. It's a chemical that burns eyes.]

Can you use your mind powers to let me skip the metal detector? I could have brought a mace as well, but mine wouldn't have been much more convenient than the sword.

[ex_psionic439]

Sure, I could do that. If the metal detector had a brain, maybe. [Sarcasm for days. Seriously who the fuck is this guy and why is he here again.]

And even if I could get you around it, there's no way I could make it so that everyone in the building wouldn't see some maniac with a sword coming from a mile a way.

[killingtodeath]

Sorry, Lancelot. Sword is staying in the car. [He will take that pink mace without even an odd look, thanks.]

Sounds like we got ourselves a plan.

[immuno]

That's a first.

[ just saying, stiles. ]

[ex_psionic439]

Before we split, I can make it so that we're all able to communicate with one another for about an hour or so. It's faster than a cell phone, and if we end up finding anything it'll make it that much easier to keep everyone in the loop.

[Assuming you assholes aren't going to pussy out at the idea of having him inside your heads. Since that seems to put a lot of people off before he even tries, but he doesn't really give a shit. He can't help it that he was born better than everyone else.]

[bittersweeter]

[ lila almost doesn't bother being like lol no gtfo, but she does. because fuck that. only tia is allowed near her brain and only because she had proved useful before. ] I'll be with you, I don't need it.

[ ain't gonna happen, boo. ]

[immuno]

How does it work?

[ she's not ruling it out, but she's pretty curious of how deep into their minds he has to go, and if he can choose to take advantage of it after the link is established.

also, she just really doesn't want to hear stiles' thoughts. ]

[ex_psionic439]

It's sort of like a conference call in our heads. You won't be able read each other's minds or anything like that. [because he knows by now that is everyone's biggest hang up when it comes to psionics.] More like, whatever one of us thinks "out loud," the rest of the group will be able to hear. If something happens to one of us, the rest of us will be able to know about it without drawing any attention or having to reach for a cell phone.

[killingtodeath]

You are... [Give him a minute.] Incredibly useful.

[Which is only slightly unfortunate because you are also attractive. Nevermind that Stiles is focusing on how pretty you are. He tends to do this. It's a thing.]

I'm in.

[immuno]

[ she has more questions—can they turn it off, or do they have to wait until he does it or until it wears off? has he already been reading their minds? is it fair that lila gets to opt out just because she's in the other group when it's supposed to be meant to connect all of them together like a web?

all of them seem impossible to ask in the face of stiles' resounding agreement—they would no longer be clarifying questions, but rather nitpicky hesitation. she quiets momentarily, turning to look out the window. it's impossible not to think of peter hale and how he'd invaded her mind, but this is different: adam has clarified as much. ]

Fine. When we get to the Air Traffic Control tower, we'll do it.

[ex_psionic439]

[Too bad he isn't reading your mind right now, bro.

But whatever, even if it's just one person on each team then it'd work. So if everyone else opted out it wouldn't even matter as long as Stiles volunteered to potentially become his butt puppet.

And since no one else is voicing their hesitation, he just assumes they're all in except for Lila. Which is a little surprising given how people are usually anti-telepathy.

It also makes Adam wonder what Lila's deal is--especially since she was at the psionics lecture, too.]

Is your boyfriend that guy you were with at the convention? [Creepy would be the descriptor he opted against using here.]

[twinfucker]

[JAIME ISN'T SURE ABOUT THIS TELEPATHY THING... but he can't deny the use of it. He's still sulking about having to leave behind his sword. They probably won't be happy with any of his other metal weapons either. Or his armor.]

[bittersweeter]

Yeah, with the eyebrows. [ literally just getting that out of this way because it's apparently the only descriptor anyone can come up with. like tall and jack skellington skinny is not enough. he looks like a serial killer, she's aware. ] Two minutes.

[ bc she's pulling into the airport rn but it takes like a full fucking minute to get from the airport turn to the departure gate. ] Stiles, what parking lot is the tower closest to?

[ex_psionic439]

[That's okay, Jaime. Adam isn't sure about you in general.

Just thought I'd put that out there because this is real life, son.]

[killingtodeath]

[brb map get (computer use 24).]

Well... all of them. It's sort of right in the middle of everything. Because why would this be easy?

Do the short stay car park. South end.

[bittersweeter]

[ she makes a face. super. gdi heathrow, why do you have to be the worst laid out airport in the history of ever. she knows this first hand but now it's actually going to make shit annoyingly difficult. ] Got it.

[ she drives them in that direction, following the signs to point her to the south terminal, which was luckily where she was headed anyway. departures, yo, actual force of habit. ]

[watchmaker]

[sylar texts lila's phone like] where r u?? are you there yet? do you want starbucks

[yeah he still doesn't grasp the depth of this situation. #sociopath problems.]

[immuno]

Well, it is an airport.

[ nothing is easy at airports. nothing. ]

[bittersweeter]

[ texting while driving w/e w/e she's an actual criminal, she does actual criminal things. ]

meet you at the one in departures in ten. caramel frappuccino.

[ pls hold while lila presses the button to get into the garage and takes the little ticket. wonder if they'll validate for a rescue mission... AND PARKING OKAY. done in the car. be free, little butterflies. she kills the engine and tucks the keys in her pocket, brushing her hair back from her face. ] Should have brought my parking pass. [ really lila? really? the five bucks you're going to drop on the garage is too much for you?? ]

[ex_psionic439]

[Wow can one of y'all get the fuck out of the car so he isn't trapped in here anymore. Stiles or Lancelot--it don't matter he's going to be right behind whoever makes their exit first.

Let's be real it's probably Stiles because Jaime is wearing fucking armor apparently. Can someone please explain to this guy how metal detectors and low profiles work.]

[immuno]

[ all out!!

lydia steps out primly because she showed up to this mission in a minidress and high heels. at least she is stylin. she pulls her purse up onto her shoulder and glances around the parking structure to try and get her bearings, then heads off in the right direction, expecting the others to follow (nav 17). ]