TRAVEL ♔ city fast asleep.clouds up on the hill

[rationalizes]

♬ Now Three - Vienna Teng

WHO || Gar, Kat, Mark, Dumage, Martha, Myri, Buffy, Sven, Spike [Closed]
WHAT || The Flight to Chicago
WHERE || IN THE AIR
WHEN || Friday afternoon, Feb 24th
HOW || Actionspam

[This log is for any in-flight interactions on the Knight's private plane ride to the mission site. Feel free to make your own threads/threadjack, etc. The flight time is approx eight hours.  Get to know your teammates, talk about the mission, ask questions, etc. etc.]

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ota;

[rationalizes]

[Gar sits two seats from the front, numerous books sprawled in the seat beside her, looking fully wrapped up in one or another of them throughout a large portion of the flight. Tiny glasses perch on her nose and her lips move slightly as she reads to herself, oblivious to most of what is going on. Unless of course, you come bother her.]

[witchwoman]

[Myri was terrified climbing into the giant beast and nervous during take off, but once she realized that they were flying the girl was glued to the nearest window. Her grin cannot be contained

Beside her, Amaranth's tail swishes in a delighted fashion as he also gazes at the clouds outside.]

ota;

[slays]

[ Buffy finds her way to a window seat near the middle. She drops into it a peers out, smiling brightly. ] Check it out, flyin' in style. [ She whips her head around to look at the other passengers. ] Think there'll be an in-flight movie or something?

ota;

[bigbad]

[This is not Spike's optimal flight time. He would really prefer an evening flight. But he's taken a seat towards the back of the plane and shut all the windows tight, so he's all right for now.

He has a battered old book of some 19th century poetry. He sets his seat to recline as much as possible and starts reading.

He's figured out that he really likes poetry. He's not sure what that says about him, but at least it means he's got something to read on the plane.]

[bigbad]

[A few hours into the flight, Spike puts down his book and walks towards the front of the plane, staying towards the middle of the aisle where the light from the windows won't touch him. When he reaches Buffy's row, he stops and turns to face her.]

We've got to talk.

[slays]

[ Buffy glances away from where she'd been staring out the window to look up at him, glowering. She pushes the window shade all the way up so that it casts enough light on the seat beside her that Spike can't risk sitting there to corner her. Or, well, more than he already has her cornered. ] Disagree.

ota;

[aproperdoctor]

[Like Gar and Spike, Martha's hanging out with some books, too. In her case, it's some books on Shadowkind and their role in this world, as well as a few basic books on magic and how they work. She's got a notebook, too, and she occasionally writes things down to try and help her keep things straight. She's such a huge nerd, guys.]

[bigbad]

[Oh, Buffy, you don't know Spike very well if you think that'll stop him. Still, for now at least, he just stands, though he rolls his eyes a bit at the gesture.]

Come on, love, we're working together. We can't spend the entire mission fighting each other.

[slay]

[ She slams her hand down to the arm rest and sits up, glaring more stubbornly at him. ]

I'm not gonna fight. In fact, I won't even tell the others what you are. But, you lied to me. To my face, about everything that you are. I'm not going to pretend we're friends. We never were. I'll work with you. I'll fight with you. But, I will not put up with you acting like I owe you anything.

[slay]

[ Buffy, seated a row behind her, stands up to lean over the seat, grinning at Myri's reaction. ] So, are you totally spazzing right about now, or what?

[witchwoman]

[She whips her head around to smile at Buffy]

I've never imagined such a thing would be possible.

[And she cannot deny that a part of her feels so right to be in the air like this.]

[slay]

Is it really any wiggier than the microwave? I mean, cooking without fire. Who'da thunk it? [ She's teasing, of course. She reaches over to pet Amaranth in the seat beside her, glancing past her out the window, then smiling down at the cat. ] Modern convenience at its finest. And when I say finest, believe me. Usually one one of these things you're crammed in like sardines and barely get breathing room.

[bigbad]

[Spike's eyes widen a bit, face slipping in dismay. He'd thought they had been friends. He'd liked her. She's the only person here he'd really bonded with. And now she hates him. It hurts, more than he'd like to admit. His voice is soft and full of emotion when he answers her.]

I never lied. I'm the same guy I've always been. I just-- [He breaks off and gestures at the window.] Would you put that down? I know you don't owe me anything. I just-- please. Let me explain.

[slay]

How can you say that? [ There's the harsh edge of genuine disbelief in her voice, offended by his ignorance to his own behavior. ] You're not even a guy at all. You're a -- [ She stops herself. Because she promised she wouldn't say anything. She swallows down her fury into a quieter look, tone calming. ] I don't want an explanation. I don't want anything except for you to leave me alone.

[witchwoman]

[Eventually, Myrilandel pries herself away from the windows and gets up to move around. She spots Martha with her nose in her books and steps closer.]

Have you learned much?

[bigbad]

[He leans forward, carefully avoiding the light. God, he should just accept it and go. But he hates this. He's missed her. He speaks in a hushed tone.]

Yeah, I know. I figured it out when I arrived in this bloody place and my flesh started burning. Between that and the lack of reflection, well, I figured maybe a spot of blood would be what it took to settle that hunger that just wouldn't stop no matter how much I ate. I wasn't lying about my memories, Buffy. I know what I am, but I don't... feel like one. [Or maybe he does. He doesn't know what it's supposed to feel like.]

[witchwoman]

[Amaranth purrs loudly, nuzzling into her hand.]

Magic can simulate fire. But to fly? Oh... it is truly a wonder.

[She finally collapses back in her chair, not smashing herself against the window for a moment.]

It's almost enough to make me forget where we're headed.

[slay]

It'll be okay, you know. [ She frowns a little, but finds a reassuring look despite it. ] Wynn wouldn't send us on anything we weren't ready for.

[slay]

I can't -- [ She holds up her hands in a defensive gesture. The explanation only disgusts her more. ] I can't hear this. [ She promptly unbuckles her seatbelt and gets to her feet only to shove past him towards the back. God, was there anywhere on this plane that he couldn't corner her? ]

[witchwoman]

Perhaps not anything you're not ready for. I'm not nearly as strong as you.

[slay]

Hey. I don't believe that. [ She moves around the seats, and lifts Amaranth up so that she can steal his seat, allowing him to curl up in her lap instead. ] Just because you're not gonna be entering any strongman competitions or turning Goliath inside out, that doesn't mean you aren't strong. Myri, I saw you with Arthur. You gave everything you had to help him, and you didn't even think twice. You have so much strength in you. And, given enough time, I think you'll start to see that too. [ She smiles. ] To be honest, I think you're stronger than I am.

[witchwoman]

[A slow smile drifts over her face. She averts her gaze at first, but eventually turns back to Buffy.]

Perhaps we are both strong... in our own way.

[bigbad]

[And Spike honestly might have let her go then, if she weren't headed towards his little shadowy corner. He doesn't... actually have anywhere else to go. Which is a pretty convenient excuse, really. So he follows her.]

What can I do to make it right?

[slay]

Which is why we'll be just fine. Besides. Gar might get everything we need from her undercover gig. Chances are, we won't even get to see any action.

[slay]

[ She grinds her heels to a halt, wheeling around to face him. ] How about getting a clue? There's nothing to make right. Every word out of your mouth, everything that I thought I knew about you has been a lie, Spike. [ A beat. She shook her head, lip curling in a sneer. ] I don't know you. And, I don't want to.