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[wynn]

WHO || Wynn, Francesca, Lydia, Will, Cora, Sam, Dean, Helen, Tia, Val'drin, Sydney, Carol, Archer, Faith, Fiona, Rose, Eric, Lila, Sark  [Closed]
WHAT || Heartless Mission Briefing
WHERE || Knights HQ, the briefing room
WHEN || Feb 26th, shortly before 4pm [back dated]
HOW || Actionspam. Single thread, don't worry about maintaining tagging order.

Instead of being directed to come to the Round Table, this group is instructed to meet at the downtown London Headquarters, told that this meeting has to do with the Children of Chaos, and that while only Francesca, Lydia, Will, Cora, Sam, and Sydney will be going into the field, Wynn would like input from everyone who has interacted with the cult in the past couple years.

For those who haven't yet been there, the main lobby area boasts an impressive silver dragon statue, about seven feet tall, immediately to the right of the entrance. The room is done in comforting wood and mahogany tones, and there's an array of tables and chairs across the room to the right, as well as a small piano. Statues of King Arthur and Lancelot flank the hallway that continues straight beyond the lobby, and there's a staircase leading up, with wooden dragon-shaped banisters, immediately beyond the bathroom door to the right.

On the left are two doors, and one of them leads into a room which also has a small reception window open, where they are received Between the doors hangs an ornate blue and silver tapestry with even more dragon imagery. It is an exercise in subtlety all around.

The woman working reception directs them each to head up the steps to the third floor, head to the end of the hall and take a right to the holo-room.

Yeah, that's right. They have a holo-room.

Walking in, it's possible to find Wynn standing over the much smaller holographic table, Tia, Eric, Faith, and Val'drin already in attendance.  

On the table sit two idols: both carved from hardwood, stained a deep, rich shade of brown.  Both are approximately 8 inches tall and 5 inches around at the thickest point, depicting a naked men standing with their arms at their sides.  One is emaciated and the other is obese.  Their faces are either horribly disfigured, or they're wearing masks.

There's someone else in attendance as well...

Comments

[immuno]

[ Lydia looks over at Cora, raising an eyebrow that's only slightly judgy in terms of oh god you're going to sniff them out aren't you. Fuckin werewolves, man. ]

Tell me there aren't twenty of us going.

[wynn]

Sir Francesca, Martin, Graham, Hale, Sam Winchester, and Sir Bristow will be investigating the matter further for now.

[certainproclivity]

[And Sark likes back at Sydney, like hi :)

it's like his birthday.]

[superswank]

[ she notices that look and uncertainly interprets it, glancing between him and wynn ] I take it he's coming with us, in case we go walking into a trap.

[impetere]

[Yep, Cora is totally going to sniff this cat out. Sorry, Lydia. And hey, she knows most of the people on this mission. That's sorta comforting, aside from the Sark of it all. But if all else fails and he betrays them, she can just rip his throat out.

With her teeth.

Unfortunately, she is still Derek's sister.

It still begs the question what do they do if Sark is the trap, but she has a feeling they'll cross that bridge when they come to it.]

[immuno]

He's a little scrawny for cannon fodder.

[ Which she's shamelessly intending to let Sark be, yes. ]

[mydesigns]

[will is still staying quiet, but he's with cora in as much as he's also wondering if sark is going to end up being the trap. or leading them into one instead of bailing them out. /shady glances. ]

[isisagent]

Trap? [Archer laughs. His hangover had kept him well-behaved up to this point.] Sorry, I'm just trying to mentally picture a trap set by a group that calls themselves "The Children of Chaos" and somehow maintains a straight face.

I'm picturing like... Home Alone, but like... with more chaos, I guess. And probably more of those Gumdrop Golems.

[Archer keeps giggling for a bit afterwards. It's clearly a rather amusing mental image, to him at least. Probably because, He doesn't actually have to go deal with this shit.]

[immuno]

[ deadeyes stare at archer. lydia turns to look at the people she knows were listed. ]

Yeah, he's not any of the people who just got listed, right?

[mydesigns]

[flatly:] Right.

[he's thankful for that (unsure) ]

[impetere]

[Cora doesn't particularly feel one way or another about Archer, but she's sitting here, mostly being confused by the Home Alone reference (pop culture 6). It came out before she was born, okay? Don't judge her.

She'll ask Willow or someone about it later.]

[wynn]

Do any of you have more questions before you depart? I want you to take note of the others here as well. If you have any questions during the course of your investigation, these Knights are your contact points.

[impetere]

[Cora's eyes dart around the room, taking in the familiar faces she knows she can reach out to, before glancing back to Wynn again. She doesn't really have any questions at the moment - it seems like a rather straightforward mission. Find St. Andrew and stop him.]

[superswank]

I think we'd best get going as soon as we can, sir. [ it's a polite suggestion, but it's clear that syd is chomping at the bit to get out of here. maybe because this whole situation is like really awkward for her on a personal level and she's struggling to keep her professional face on in the irritating face of someone showing up with potential veil-answers from her past that she may or may not want to know. ]

[mydesigns]

I don't have any objections to that. [maybe he even senses sydney's discomfort and is trying to be a bro. nah probably not that but it is a nice coincidence.]

[familybusiness]

Then let's get moving.

[He wishes his brother were coming too, though. <.<]

[certainproclivity]

Of course. [this is gonna be fun...]

[impetere]

[Great. But if they're going to be leaving ... ]

Who's team lead?

[Please don't say Sark. But Cora knows it isn't going to be her.]

[immuno]

[ Her gaze instinctively flicks to Sydney like ??? ]

[wynn]

Sir Bristow will be in charge of operations. [ i almost wrote agent bristow. almost. ] If that is all, then you are dismissed. And good luck.

[bittersweeter]

Good luck. [ does she mean it? the world may never know. with one last pat to the doggie's head, she grabs her coffee and her coat and flounces. later gators. ]

[isisagent]

Yeah, have fun kids. I'll have a drink or two for... each of you. [Archer kicks once, and wheels out and off down the hall. He's taking the chair with him. Wheeeeeeeeeee!]