The Knights Next Prequel

[+Sorana she/her]

37 minutes ago, I think I am here. said:

“And,” he shook his head. “If you were, then things like this would happen again,” he gestured around, to the air. Even if all else worked, the fact would be she would inevitably have to tap or stop storing again. One day. And he dreaded that. But still, an apprentice. The thought hung in the air, like a hopeful light in a dark subway tunnel.

Wita lowered her glance when he declined, disappointment written all over her face. It had been stupid  to think he would say yes. He had offered to tell her some facts about storing, not to teach her his own art. "I ..." She started and then fell silent. Understand? Maybe. She had assumed, had assumed to much, had jumped without knowing how far the ground was away and now was angry that falling hurt. Stupid. She should have known. Awkwardly she lifted a hand and moved it though her hair, unsure what to do now, what to reply.

"I am sorry." She finally apologized quietly. "You offered to teach me about my ability and instead of taking your hand, I reached out for the whole arm." Shifting her weight to another foot she hesitated and then shook her head. "I don't mind this," she mirrored his gesture, "And I know that you are no teacher. I don't need a teacher, and I would drown at a university." She needed someone who would give her the time to learn at her own pace. She had hoped that he could understand, that he would be alright with her taking more time than a usual person would, but as usual she had missed facts, had excluded them from her equation the moment they comlicated things. The light around them was even and calm, and thankfully the man had kept his walls white. It was a harmless environment, one she could deal with for now. "I never considered that you might not want to have an apprentice." she looked up again, forced a weak smile on her face. "I am sorry. I obviously missed to take your side into consideration."

Edited November 5, 2019 by Sorana

[I think I am here. he/him]

16 minutes ago, Sorana said:

She looked up again, forced a weak smile on her face. "I am sorry. I obviously missed to take your side into consideration."

Disappointment was plastered all over her expression and Marcel couldn’t help but a feel a bit of it as well. She blamed it on herself, on not considering his side, and Marcel shook his head.

“Non, the apology lies with me,” he said.

“The truth is, Wita, I wouldn’t mind an apprentice. It’s only, I want you to know the risks, I don’t want to get you implicated without your knowledge. Perhaps I should have worded it better. But I shouldn’t assume you won’t be up for it,” he said. It wasn’t like he wrestled bears every day, but snooping around and investigating came with its own risks.

“I know nothing of higher scholarship. And, it might be a little dangerous. But, if you are alright with that,”

He gave her a small, honest smile of his own. “I would be happy to have you under my wing. Just know what you are getting into, Wita.”

[+Sorana she/her]

2 hours ago, I think I am here. said:

“I know nothing of higher scholarship. And, it might be a little dangerous. But, if you are alright with that,”

He gave her a small, honest smile of his own. “I would be happy to have you under my wing. Just know what you are getting into, Wita.”

She looked at him for a moment, listened to his words and couldn't believe them. He had been worried. That was it. And so easily she had a path a purpose. Something else than cooking and listening to imbeciles. She could learn, she could do something. A bright smile spread on her face when she happily looked up at him. "I do." She told him, without adding anything else. There was no need to. He would teach her and she could learn. "What do-" She started to ask, when she heard a sound she easily recognized and immediatly she pushed her thoughts into her bracelet slowed them down enough to avoid associating anything with it. The world around her seemed to speed up, when she needed more time to process things, the gleam in her eyes dulling a little. Apologetically she spread her hands, the sound too interwined with her memories, too close to what happened, that even now it crept forward and she felt panic cross her face when she feared that is wasn't enough, that this time, she couldn't stop it. Apprentice. She repeated the word again and again, focused on nothing else. If she wanted to succeed she had to grow, she had to move past this. Wita exhaled forced her thoughts to the matter at hand. She walked over to the table, lifted their discoveries up into the air, wordlessly asking if they should take them or not.

Outside, sirens could be heard, slowly coming closer.

@Eluvianii

[WrathofaShardKitten]

There were only two things inside the envelope. The first was a piece of copper that had been engraved into a picture of Big Ben. Kira took this in her hands, examining it. The front was carefully engraved, but the back - when she turned it over - was almost completely smooth. There was just one spot, close to the top of the piece, where someone had pushed something through, and then bent it down to hold it in place.

She bent over it and started trying to pry the piece of metal up. Her fingers couldn't get a good enough grip, and when she tried using one of her fingernails as leverage, she just ended up stabbing herself on the pointy bit. "Ouch!"

"Are you okay?" Lyssa had been off playing somewhere, but she came zooming back now. "What happened? Was it the spider?"

"I'm fine. No, it wasn't a spider. I was just trying to lift this up and stabbed myself on accident."

"Oooooh. You shouldn't stab yourself Kira, especially when you don't have any stormlight to heal it. Why don't you use your knife?"

"Because I lost my knife. In that alley, remember?"

"Nope! Why don't you use someone else's knife?"

"Because I'm not with the others right now, and don't even know that they have a knife?" It was a good suggestion, though . . . maybe she should wait until she'd looked over everything here to try to figure it out. It's not like it would hurt . . .

Lyssa beamed, and Kira stared at her. "Were you reading my thoughts again?" Lyssa didn't answer, just laughed and raced away. "I bet she was." Kira muttered, putting aside the copper piece and picking up the only other thing that had been in the envelope. It was a picture of a man and a woman. The man was clearly recognizable as Christopher, the man from the alley, and he was hugging the girl with a huge smile on his face. As for the unknown girl, she was smiling up at him adoringly.

"They were brother and sister," Kira whispered. Then she blinked in surprise. Why had she said that? Maybe just wishful thinking, imagining what it would be like to have Issac and Summer home, but it sounded right. Brother and sister. Christopher had a sister. A sister who no longer had him. Did she know? Lost in thought, Kira accidentally dropped the picture, and it fluttered to the floor. She didn't notice immediately, and it took another "What's that?" from Lyssa to make her look down.

"It's a picture. Of the man who died."

"Oh." Lyssa seemed to shrink a little at the mention of Christopher, then she came around to look at the picture. "Then why are there words on it?"

"What?" Kira glanced down at the picture for the first time since it dropped and realized that it had flipped upside down. There were indeed words on the back. She snatched the picture back up and began to read the word's he'd written in cramped ink upon the back.

Hey, Sis. Sorry I'm not around anymore. I mean, I wasn't around much before, but even less now then I was then. Or maybe not Maybe I'm even here more now than I was before, when I was always distracted with 'important work.' I know now that the work I was doing then wasn't all that important. What should have mattered more to me was the people I knew deserved my allegiance. You. The people who helped us when we were kids. In the times I couldn't find work to support us. The ones that kept me from being sent away to the army, so I could look after you. This work - the work I was doing now - was actually important. I started it because I wanted to help the people who'd helped us so many times, but I ended up believing in it for myself. I wanted to let you know that I'm sorry for not being there more. I can only hope you'll remember me fondly. Or . . . or remember me at all. If I can, I'd like to ask you to do one thing for me. Could you return the copper piece to it's owners? Tell them I’ve learned a lot from it. I always meant to, but I never had enough time. Thank you. I love you.

~Chris

Kira's eyes began to blur with tears as she read. This was a man who loved his sister. Who'd worked hard and wanted to return. The last message to his sister, and he'd asked her to remember him. But how could she remember Christopher when she didn't even know what had happened to him? Those thugs had been planning to get rid of the body and make sure no one knew of Christopher.

Kira's breathing quickened, and she was surrounded by an ethereal stormlight glow. No storm yet, but the promise of one.

People shouldn't just vanish. Here one day, gone the next. Forgotten. Lost in time, as Summer and Alex had been. "People don't just vanish. At least, not when I'm here. I will remember those who have been forgotten."

She'd said the words. There was a bright flash, and a sudden rush of stormlight. Lyssa was spinning around Kira, utterly delighted. "You said the words! Yay. Yay. Yay. Yay Yay! Did you ever notice how 'Yay' sounds like a nonsense word? Not like your words! They're the bestest words ever! Except for the next words, which are even better."

Kira couldn't help but smile back. "Yes, I said the words. Now come on, let's see if the others have found anything." She stood, collecting the picture and copper piece and breathing her stormlight into the gems she carried before exiting the room.

Kira walked into the room where the others were, and that was when she heard the sirens. "What's going on?"

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[AonEne he/him]

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That post needs more appreciation. It needs all of the appreciation. 

 

[WrathofaShardKitten]

2 minutes ago, AonEne said:

That post needs more appreciation. It needs all of the appreciation.

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Wait, really? Thanks! That's really awesome to hear, 'cause I kind of worry about my posts sometimes. I'm pretty new to RPs (As in I've done this one and TKND), so I'm glad this one turned out well. It's totally because of Lyssa

 

[AonEne he/him]

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Your posts are great, and that one was especially awesome. And yes, partially because of Lyssa 

 

[WrathofaShardKitten]

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[I think I am here. he/him]

18 hours ago, Hope Spren said:

Kira walked into the room where the others were, and that was when she heard the sirens. "What's going on?”

“It appears we have company. Someone must have heard that music, or saw that bright flash of light. Either way, we need to leave.” He spared a smile at Wita, his new apprentice, though a part of him felt sad at her reversion back to storing, back to her usual self. But that was fine, it was still Wita. And he would have to get used to it anyhow.

“Everyone, put the findings over here,” he said, pointing to the cardboard box he’d gotten from the basement. Quickly he slipped the photograph and the blueprints in there, as the sirens got closer and closer.

[+Sorana she/her]

20 minutes ago, I think I am here. said:

“It appears we have company. Someone must have heard that music, or saw that bright flash of light. Either way, we need to leave.” He spared a smile at Wita, his new apprentice, though a part of him felt sad at her reversion back to storing, back to her usual self. But that was fine, it was still Wita. And he would have to get used to it anyhow.

“Everyone, put the findings over here,” he said, pointing to the cardboard box he’d gotten from the basement. Quickly he slipped the photograph and the blueprints in there, as the sirens got closer and closer.

Wita nodded and placed the Newspaper into the box, her face strained. Sirens. Soon she would see the blue, flickering light. With a quick, fast turn she looked away from the table, away from their findings, and switched off the light. Fast, they had to be fast. The moon and a lone street light still shone through the window, tinted the room into a dim light and she waved happily at the little fairy, glad that she and her friend had made it back them in time.

She bumped into a stool on her way back, her eyes hadn't adjusted to the dim light yet and she missed it completely, to occupied with her thoughts, or rather to occupied with not thinking, with avoiding her memories. With a loud noise it clattered to the ground and she yelped in pain and surprise when her shin hurt.

"Can we please go?" she asked them urgently and left the stool where it was. "I can't hear that, it's not good."

@Eluvianii @Hope Spren

Edited November 6, 2019 by Sorana

[WrathofaShardKitten]

23 minutes ago, Sorana said:

"Can we please go?" she asked them urgently and left the stool where it was. "I can't hear that, it's not good."

Kira nodded and reluctantly placed her finds in the box, trying to make sure they wouldn't get lost. "I second leaving. Did anyone see a back door we could use? Maybe in the kitchen?" It was easier to hear a slight tone of fear in her voice with the lights off. "I really hope the answer is yes, because otherwise, I have a really stupid idea that I really don't want to use."

[Eluvianii he/him]

Lewis put the letter in the box. Sirens, had they found the body? Perhaps it was that and now they were coming to register the victim's house. Of course they would, simple logic.

"I second leaving. Did anyone see a back door we could use? Maybe in the kitchen?" he heard Kira asking. "I really hope the answer is yes, because otherwise, I have a really stupid idea that I really don't want to use."

"Nothing in the kitchen." he said. "Maybe it's in another place. What do you have in mind?"

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You'll have to forgive me for not seeing one, but I really want to know the idea 

 

[+Sorana she/her]

1 hour ago, Eluvianii said:

You'll have to forgive me for not seeing one, but I really want to know the idea 

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Thank you so much! What is it?

@Hope Spren

[WrathofaShardKitten]

2 hours ago, Eluvianii said:

"Nothing in the kitchen." he said. "Maybe it's in another place. What do you have in mind?"

"Well," Kira started hesitantly, "stormlight makes me glow. Like, a really weird, eerie glow. So . . . I might be able to scare them away if I use stormlight to . . . make them think I'm a ghost. See?" She breathed in a small amount of stormlight, just enough to make her glow slightly, and used a slight amount of abrasion to glide gently across the floor. "If I'm convincing, then they might be too scared to investigate." And if they do what I think they're going to do, which is panic and shoot me, then I should be able to use progression to heal myself. "But like I said" - she drew the stormlight back in and returned it to the gems she carried - "I would reeeeealy rather not use that plan."

[AonEne he/him]

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If you don’t use that plan, I’ll be sad.  

 

[+Sorana she/her]

37 minutes ago, Hope Spren said:

And if they do what I think they're going to do, which is panic and shoot me, then I should be able to use progression to heal myself. "But like I said" - she drew the stormlight back in and returned it to the gems she carried - "I would reeeeealy rather not use that plan."

Wita listen to the conversation, tried to follow it. She moved over to Marcel, stayed close to him and considered the situation. The lights were coming, she thought she could even hear the sounds they made. Scary and relentless they dragged her on, deeper and deeper into her memories. Shivvering she tried to understand the talk about ghosts, and stared at Kira in awe when she glowed again.

"You're a fairy as well." She said astonished. "You are so beautiful." Happily she looked at her and smiled, wondered if Marcel could teach her to become a fairy as well.

"Why don't we climb out of the window?" She asked quietly and tugged at Marcel's jacket.

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[I think I am here. he/him]

On 07/11/2019 at 3:50 AM, Sorana said:

“Why don't we climb out of the window?" She asked quietly and tugged at Marcel's jacket.

“They’ll notice we were here,” he said to Wita and looked to Kira. “And we might not have enough time.”

“What you suggest... it seems like it may scare off the police. But it might draw the attention of people who know who we are. Those with our powers, maybe the same people who killed Christopher. Do we want to risk that?” Window, or distraction? Risk the attention of the police, or escape scot-free, but risk drawing the eye of those with abilities like their’s?

“Maybe it is a risk we need to take.”

[+Sorana she/her]

On 10.11.2019 at 3:22 PM, I think I am here. said:

“Maybe it is a risk we need to take.”

Wita nodded quietly, and remained at his side. "They are scary." She said quickly, looked to the ground. "I don't want to meet them." A part of her wondered if she could explain, if she could find the words for it, she shook her head. Not now. If she started to talk about it now, then she would have to face it, and then, she would have to talk about it. She hadn't talked about it once, not with the nice lady, they had sent to her, nor with the others where she lived.

"We will hide, and you scare them?" She looked at the fairie's friend and shuddered when the sirens came closer, the lights shining into the room. They were here. Now they couldn't run away anymore. Afraid she clenched her hands together, her body tense. Blue lights. So many blue, blinking lights. Talk to Marcel. She wanted to tell him, so that he understood. That he could see why the lights were bad and why music was good. If he knew, they maybe could find a way around, keep her away from the bad things so that - a groan escaped her lips and she pressed her mouth together. There had to be a way, maybe without her telling him, without facing the memories. If only he knew, then it would be so easy.

@Hope Spren

Edited November 15, 2019 by Sorana

[Eluvianii he/him]

Kira's idea was pretty reckless but there wasn't much time. He didn't really agree with Marcel about their secrets going out, normal people didn't see what they didn't want to, and it was easier for them to believe in ghosts than in people alive and with magic, because at least you didn't have to worry about ghosts while the alternative would mean a threat, and that was exactly what they didn't want to see.

What may be more worrying was the policemen's reactions. If you see something that scares you, do you run or do you shoot it? Still, there may not be much of an option.

"Every second that passes means less options. Still, it's your choice. if the policemen get aggresive we can always get aggresive ourselves."

@Hope Spren

[WrathofaShardKitten]

"It's fine. I can do it." It was probably a bit late to back out now, and the idea did seem like it might work. "Did anyone see a good place to hide? Somewhere without windows? It would probably be best if the police couldn't see you." It would also be good in case the police started shooting. Kira didn't want anyone else to get hurt on accident.

@Eluvianii

@Sorana

@I think I am here.

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Would anyone be okay with writing the police?

 

[+Sorana she/her]

13 hours ago, Hope Spren said:

Would anyone be okay with writing the police?

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Do you have a preference if you plan works completely or not?

Captain Shepard got out of his police car, rolled his eyes. Loud music at night and instead of speaking with your neighbour personally, the people called the police. He had been on his way to get a nice sandwich, maybe even a burger and instead he and his parter had been called over to this place. Strict, boring people, calling the police because of some music.

He walked over to the door and knocked. "Sir, could you please open the door?" he called loudly. "I'm with the police. We got a call about some loud music." Hopefully the guy would open the door soon, he could lecture him about being quiet and then leave again. Captain Shepard was hungry.

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Wita whimpered quietly when she heard the knock, reached out for Marcel's arm. "The cellar?" She whispered, unsure where else they might be able to hide. She pressed her eyes together to shut out the light, the blinking. "Can you smell the smoke?" Her voice sounded strange, her fear made it shivver and jump around. "Here is no smoke." She immediatly contradicted herself, took another breath. No smoke. She was an intruder, and the police were here to investigate. No fire, no smoke. It was different this time. If only the lights looked a different way as well.

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Edited November 16, 2019 by Sorana

[I think I am here. he/him]

Marcel nodded.

“The cellar,” he agreed, put a hand on Wita’s shoulder to try and comfort her, heard the knock on the door and gave one curt nod to Kira. A brave woman, volunteering to do something like this. It could either work, or backfire, terribly. Either way, Marcel knew it was risky. Before he left he pulled out a small scalpel, held a bone seal in his other hand.

“Give me your blood. A small amount will do. It will help you.”

Calmly he looked into her eyes. It took courage to trust a bloodsealer, but Marcel hoped her prejudices wouldn’t get in the way of the right thing to do.

@Hope Spren

Edited November 16, 2019 by I think I am here.

[WrathofaShardKitten]

4 hours ago, Sorana said:

Do you have a preference if you plan works completely or not?

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Not particularly, just so long as it's realistic.

 

3 hours ago, I think I am here. said:

“Give me your blood. A small amount will do. It will help you.”

Kira froze when Marcel offered her the stamp and scalpel. A bloodsealer. Marcel was a bloodsealer. It had been strangely easy to forget with everything else that had been happening. She didn’t know much about bloodsealers, Lyssa being her only source of information on other investitures, and a rather unreliable one at that, but they were supposed to be bad. They could do things to you with your blood - Marcel had done things to the thief earlier with bloodsealing, and he’d screamed – and now he was asking Kira for blood.

Her gaze flickered upward to meet Marcel’s eyes. They looked sincere. Concerned. She noted the comforting hand on Wita’s shoulder, and made her choice. Kira took the scalpel from Marcel, pricking one of her fingers and squeezing a couple of drops onto the knife. She returned it to him quickly with a sharp nod. Perhaps one of gratitude or acceptance. It was easy to see the red eyes, the seals and the knife, but he was more than just a bloodsealer. He was a Marcel, too. Hopefully she’d made the right choice. “Hurry. Hide.” She turned back to the door, taking a deep breath of stormlight, preparing for her plan.

Edited November 16, 2019 by Hope Spren
Because typos bug me

[I think I am here. he/him]

17 hours ago, Hope Spren said:

Hopefully she’d made the right choice. “Hurry. Hide.” She turned back to the door, taking a deep breath of stormlight, preparing for her plan.

Marcel nodded, tapped Wita’s shoulder again and gestured to the cellar, walking over to where the steps leading to the small compartment were. “It will prick a bit,” he said to Kira, before leaving and heaving open the cellar door. Bloodsealings always pricked a little for the subject. That was a given. But - depending on what you were doing - it was a small price to pay for magic.

As the knocking increased Marcel slipped down the cellar, began carving into his bloodseal familiar strokes, gestured for Wita and Lewis to follow him down.

[+Sorana she/her]

19 hours ago, Hope Spren said:

Not particularly, just so long as it's realistic.

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That I can do. At least I can try, I'm no police officer myself, so I'll go by what I think might work...

Annoyed Captian Shepard knocked again. "Sir?" he repeated, hoped that the man hadn't fallen asleep in the time it took him and his partner to drive here. "Sir, could you please open the door?"

His partner walked over to the kitchen window, looked inside, then made a gesture. "There is a figure, I think." He reported and Shepard sighed. "You think?" he repeated. "I'm not sure. There's no light burning?" his partner rolled his eyes. "It's just some rich son listening to music. Let's knock again and if noone opens, maybe there are some windows on the other side of the house."

Shepard exhaled in an exaggerated way and knocked again.

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Wita followed Marcel down into the cellar, relaxed a little when the blinking light vanished. "What are you doing?" She asked him curiously, tried to glance at his hands carving something into a seal. It looked like some elaborate pattern, something she didn't understand, except that it was beautiful. And he would teach her. Slowly she eased a little on her storing, wanted to be able to follow his reply. The cellar was dark enough that she felt comfortable enough to do so.

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