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.]

Comments

[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.

[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.

[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.

[witchwoman]

For everyone's sake, I hope you're right. I don't want anyone to get hurt.

[slay]

Well, if they do, we've got you around in a pinch. Right?

[witchwoman]

[She laughs a little.] So long as it's only one of you at a time.

[slay]

I'm sure we'll form a nice, orderly line of bloodied and mangled almost-corpses.

[witchwoman]

[That causes another little giggle to come from the young woman.]

Too kind.

[She glances around, eyes resting on Spike briefly before turning back to Buffy and lowering her voice.]

That man- you don't seem to like him much..?

[slay]

[ Buffy followed Myri's gaze and her smile dropping poignantly. She ducked her head, shaking it and glancing back away from him. ]

He -- [ She struggled to find explanation. ] It's complicated. I thought I did. But, it wasn't real. [ She reaches one hand up to fidget with the neckline of her sweater. ] He was just pretending.

[witchwoman]

[She doesn't mean to pry, but she's also intensely curious about it anyone else has been put off by this man.]

I don't know him well. [She continues in a low voice.] But he doesn't seem very... nice.

[slay]

He did to me. [ She sounds a little disappointed by the fact, sparing him a glance, then looking back at Myri. ] I -- I don't know, I mean, I always got hinky vibes, but he seemed nice enough that I just ... tried to get over it. [ She shrugged her shoulders. ] I didn't exactly think he'd -- [ She furrows her brow and purses her lips. ]

Hey, so you're from the Shadow place, right? So, you probably have vast acres of experience with the freaky and supernatural -- like, say, vampires. You know all about those, right?

[witchwoman]

[This now makes two people (the first being Spike) to assume that she's from the Shadow world. Myrilandel can certainly understand the assumption, but it makes her frustrated that she comes off that much more ignorant when she isn't aware of that world either.]

I'm afraid not. While it seems that a great deal of my home is much like that place, I've never heard of a vamp...ire before.

[slay]

... Oh. [ She deflates a little at that. ] Right. Uh, just forget that I -- It's no biggie.

[witchwoman]

[Myri looks at her hands, feeling like a bit of a disappointment for not understanding. However, she knows that the only way to learn is to ask. And clearly the woman beside her wishes to discuss something, so she takes a breath and pushes away her insecurity.]

I have seen things that some of the others aren't used to. Magic seems to be a more common thing within the Knights, but I'm guessing that it isn't running rampant where you're from? And I'm certainly no stranger to knowing that things are not always as simple as they seem.

[Myri looks to Amaranth and gives him a little nod. She has to learn to trust these people, and while it will certainly be a slow process, she believes that opening up to Buffy may help in many ways. The large cat in Buffy's lap flexes and curves its back. The fur begins to ripple and move at either side of his spine. Slowly, two wings extend for the briefest moment, then retract back into flaps built into the animal's body.]

We can only learn from each other if we are willing to share.

[slays]

[ Honestly? She doesn't know how rampant it runs where she's from. She doesn't remember magic, but she doesn't remember a lot of things. The only memories she does have are the dreams, filled with monsters and vampires and pain and violence. But, even though they feel like her, she knows, rationally, that they are not her. And it doesn't make sense.

But all that seems to fade away as wings spring forth from the back of the cat in her lap. She jumps a little, pressing back into the seat, eyes widening. Wings. Just for a minute, and then they were gone, but they were there. On a cat. Wings on a cat? What kind of cat needed wings? ]

Did he just -- And with the -- Huh? [ She looks back at Myri. ] Cat. Cats aren't supposed to -- Are they? Are cats supposed to do that? Because I was under the distinct impression that they were definitely a wing-free type and --

[witchwoman]

[Amaranth begins to purr to try to soothe Buffy, nuzzling his head into her hand to remind her that he's still just as gentle as he was a moment ago.]

Amaranth isn't a cat. [Myri says, not sure how much to reveal. She doesn't want to start a scene.] He's a flywacket. And I promise he won't hurt you.

[slays]

A fly-whatkit? [ Her eyebrows raise, confused, then she looks down at Amaranth, slowly reaching out a hand to pet him again. Her hand brushes over his back, trying to figure out what the hell happened to those wings. ] What's a -- a one of those?

[witchwoman]

Flywacket [She says slower.] He is what he is. I'm not certain if there's a better way to describe it. Unless he chooses to show his true form, he looks much like a typical cat- although a little larger than most...

[slays]

And does a fly-whatsit come with any other ... uh, special traits? Or is it pretty much just wings for the sake of wings?

[witchwoman]

The wings are functional. There isn't really the room to let him make that known, nor do I think now is the time...

Amaranth and I can speak without words. And if he chooses, others can hear him as well. He's a very special familiar.

[As he had already shown Kat and Alainn, but for now the flywacket will be quiet. He doesn't want to scare Buffy too much just yet.]

[slay]

A flying telepath cat. [ She looks down at Amaranth, eyebrows raised. ] You really are something, aren't you? [ She sighs, shaking her head and goes back to petting him, looking over at Myri. ] You should show him to Nessa Harvey when we get back. I'll bet she'd get a kick out of him.

[witchwoman]

[Amaranth answers with a rolling purr.]

I don't think I've met this Nessa. Is she another squire?

[slay]

No, she's a knight. At least, I think she's a night. Anyway, she's a telepath.