CLOSED ♔ and the words are gonna bleed from me

[wynn]

WHO || Wynn, Andrew, Zero, Han, Rocket, Klaus [Closed]
WHAT || Illinois Mission Briefing
WHERE || Knights HQ, the briefing room
WHEN || April 20th, shortly before 5pm [back dated]
HOW || Actionspam. Single thread, don't worry about maintaining tagging order.

Just as before, accessing the secret room where the Round Table is housed requires using the Knight's keycard to open the glass case beside the mural of the War in Heaven, located across from the ballroom entrance. Using the fire extinguisher as a lever to activate the "door" mechanism reveals the long torch-lit hall plastered in artwork depicting the Knight's history. The tenants of the Knighthood hang large and foreboding over the doors at the end of the hall, which stand open to reveal the brightly lit Round Table, and the majestic crystalline dragon statue presiding over it.

Come in, find a seat, meet your teammates if you haven't already. Zero is already here when you arrive.

Comments

[beatupgrass]

[Rocket is so thirsty for a mission, he practically zips into the room, climbs up onto a chair (which he pretty much has to stand in), and tries to... manage patience. Patience is really hard, okay.]

[badexample]

[Andrew waltzes in, dicking around on his phone, because married life hasn't really changed a damn thing in terms of that. He makes it all the way to the table and sits before he even looks up

and sees a raccoon.

What.

Okay, so he knew that Rocket was around, probably. But you know when you take a drink and you think it's water but it's actually Spite? Yeah- shocker.]

Uh- hi.

[parsecs]

[Han saunters in and takes a seat, kicking his feet up onto the round table and tilting his chair back because he's s-so cool and scoundrely. He gives the other two idle, curious looks, but he doesn't look nearly as thrown by the strange-looking sentient hanging out in the room. He's seen stranger.]

Hey.

[spellfile]

[ meanwhile, zero slumps in, laptop under one arm, stops and takes a look around, settles on rocket, and looks instantly incredulous. ] Really?

[beatupgrass]

[Rocket gives Andrew a look of "DON'T YOU EVEN START," because no. No more. Han's appearance and subsequent lack of fucks, however, cools his temper.

Until Zero opens his mouth and his ears flatten.] What?

[parsecs]

[Han rolls his eyes.] You people wouldn't survive a second off world. He doesn't even have more than one head.

[A beat, he glances over at Rocket.]

...you are a he, right? Never come across your species before, so I wouldn't know.

[beatupgrass]

[drags a hand down his furry little face in anguish.] Take a wild guess.

[SAID THE VERY MALE VOICE. But you know, the trans headcanon crowd are having a ball with this, so whatever.]

[spellfile]

Just as long as he or she doesn't jump mission halfway to go rummaging through garbage cans, I don't give a flying fuck what they are. [/SITS]

[beatupgrass]

[Rocket hates this team already and he cannot promise he will not kill every last one of you.]

[wynn]

[ after klaus has arrived, wynn makes his way in, nodding to them as he takes his familiar place ] Good afternoon, gentlemen.

[badexample]

'Lo. [Andrew says, putting his phone away for the boss because he would never disrespect Wynn okay.]

[spellfile]

[ in an ornery drawl, zero pipes up, far less polite than andrew: ] What is it this time?

[wynn]

[ wynn doesn't seem to mind at least, launching right into things. ] Reports of strange phenomena have been flooding in from Illinois, in America. People have reported seeing oddly colored fires and mysterious figures that disappear through walls, as well as hearing a variety of ghostly noises. This same period has also produced an unusual number of missing persons reports in the area. This increase in unusual events coincided with a particularly violent system of unseasonable thunderstorms, which is just now beginning to subside. We have a lead provided to us by local police - an address of a farm house on the outskirts of the town, owned by one Oscar Moore. The police have received a few calls from people about the lights, figures, and weather, but the last call was from a delivery driver who saw creatures he described as "demons" running across the backyard behind Mr. Moore's house.

[beatupgrass]

[Rocket leans on the table and props his chin up on his furry little hand, listening, and waiting for the part where he can shoot things.] So what's this Moore guy gotta say for himself?

[badexample]

[Andrew actually looks pretty stoked. He loves crap horror movies and this sounds just like that.]

Let me guess- he's gone missing too? Or he's suddenly acting strangely?

[wynn]

As far as the police know, he and his family - his wife Alice and son Tim - are still on the premises. You'll have to see what you can learn from them yourselves.

[beatupgrass]

[Rocket looks around at the assembled group.] I bet they'll do a lot of talkin' to a buncha guys who look like us.

[as in "not at all."]

[parsecs]

Speak for yourself. Anyone'd want to talk to me.

[badexample]

Okay great. You can talk to the creepy old man. [Andrew knows better.]

[spellfile]

Assuming he's alive.

[parsecs]

If he ain't, I can't help you. [Though he knows there are people in this world who could. It's just... weird superstitious nonsense to him.] But so long as he's living, I can probably get something out of him.

[beatupgrass]

I love a job that has the potential for discovering half-eaten corpses. [in that he does not... like that at all.]

[wynn]

Let's hope it doesn't come to that. Sir Hughes will serve as mission leader.

[badexample]

[Andrew has zero issues there (ha).]

Sounds good. When do we leave?

[wynn]

You'll leave tonight, if there are no objections.

[beatupgrass]

The sooner the better.

[FINALLY SOME ACTION.]