slovechnia ♔ hey little sister what have you done

[postergirl]

♬ White Wedding - Billy Idol

WHO || Failboat, Dimitris Sarandis, Amanda Moulet, invited wedding guests, and more [closed]
WHAT || The Knights head to Slovechnia to interrupt Dimitris' wedding to Dumage's sister
WHERE || Flight from London to Slovechnia; Slovechnia
WHEN || Sometime in February
HOW || Actionspam or prose

The morning after, the Knights board a plane at their private airfield, and begin the couple hour flight to the country of Slovechnia.  Wynn has laid out a plan for them as such, leaving Sir Gar in charge of seeing it executed:  they are to send in a few Knights to infiltrate the wedding, while others steal an ambulance from a local hospital.  Using magic to make Sarandis think he's having a heart attack during the ceremony, they will intercept the outgoing call to the paramedics, and pose as them to take him out of there and straight to a private airfield to meet with Wynn.  They're all aware, however, of just how smoothly their plans tend to go where these villains are involved - especially if the Mind Master shows up.  

Either way, it promises to be an interesting day...

Comments

[nothingsodivine]

[crit failed listen checks make you oblivious to vibrating phones I guess. Des glances away from the window to look at myri.] Do what now?

[seeing Myri check her phone at least prompts him to pull his phone out of his pocket, scowling as he reads the message.] That greasy scumbag best consider himself fortunate the last time I thought hard about killing him, I had the worst day of my life-and that's saying a lot considering my life.

[also the mission...]

[rationalizes]

[ with felicity pointing it out, gar seems to pick up on steve's confusion as well (sense motive 18) ] Draken Crombe. The head of the Anti-Shadowkind Church to which Dimitris Sarandis belongs. The one spearheading this entire operation with NOVA Records and the Nightmare Lord's seal, as far as we understand it.

[slay]

[ nbd just nodding discreetly to rose after checking her phone like yes you did a good. and going back to pretending to garden. ]

[princesmarming]

[ she gets to watch valentin's grand entrance out of a limousine with all his royal guards and shit??? there he goes... cape and all. but no other familiar faces. ]

[graveflowers]

That cape will be his downfall. [ vi shakes her head sadly. no capes. ] I mean, maybe for the best.

[witchwoman]

Should we hold our position here, or..? [She feels like the answer is probably yes for now, but she's already antsy about the dangers the others might face without her around.]

[nothingsodivine]

Much as it kills me to say it... Yeah.

[hurry up and wait is so not Des's style but he knows how delicate this is.] Anything comes up, we'll hear.

[he gestures to his earpiece.]

[witchwoman]

[Annnnd just as he gestures, Rose's voice comes through. Myri's mouth twists a bit.]

Interesting...

[nothingsodivine]

Hah! Jesus Christ, that must make Sarandis the loose cannon out of these guys. That's freakin classic.

[witchwoman]

I can't say I'm terribly surprised. I can't help but wonder just what that might mean for how the rest of them truly feel.

[nothingsodivine]

Just goes to show you that not every piece of trash likes the rest of the garbage.

[he runs a hand over his jaw.] let's hope it means they won't put up too much of fuss after this.

[isisagent]

[Archer nods solemnly.] Indeed it will, Sloan Kestrel, hardworking mother of three who owns a clothing shop on the upper-east side, and is preparing to take the fashion world by storm.

[graveflowers]

[ vi stares at archer for a moment, mouth open. ] ...I love you.

[ which is a great time to get spike's text, jumping at the vibration before she pulls the phone out of her bra and skims it. ] Who is bloody crumbs?

[isisagent]

Probably a typo. I don't think Swype works the best with stupid vampire fingers.

Maybe he meant... Bing Crosby - who is actually a horrible undead Lich!

[graveflowers]

Shut your mouth, Rick, Bing Crosby is a national treasure. [ she peers at the phone again like she's double checking tho. ] Oh, oh! He meant Crombe, evil McVicar guy. That makes more sense. Ooooh, shit. The other one is the... indmay astermay.

[isisagent]

Being a national treasure, and being a horrible undead monstrosity, are not mutually exclusive things.

Cut the shit Sloan, you know I don't speak Latin. It's a dead, useless, language.

[graveflowers]

Mind Master, you kumquat. [ which she says at a whisper. just in case. ]

[behindcloseddoors]

[ annnnd have rose in your ears over the comms ]

[usurping]

[ ♬ wedding march - the royal philharmonic orchestra

a pretentious sounding orchestral number heralds the procession, and dimitris appears in a black outfit with a military cut, gold cords and tassels giving it distinctly royal flair, not to mention the number of presumably undeserved medals hanging off from it. he cuts an impressive looking figure (disguise 32) and he makes the walk with all the dignity and grace of someone who hasn't had all the former ripped out from under him (nat 20 dex). he keeps his gaze mostly forward, and doesn't seem to spare elena's row so much as a second look, taking his place at the front of the room with decker beside him, and turning to face the doors, a smugly satisfied look on his face as he watches with anticipation for his bride-to-be to appear. ]

[isisagent]

...So no google chrome? That's a good thing, right?

[behindcloseddoors]

[ it's not long after that strains of the wedding march reach their ears even from out here.

dem trumpets are loud. ]

[behindcloseddoors]

[ it's not long after that strains of the wedding march reach spike's vampire ears as well. looks like it's beginning... ]

[doubletake]

Ah, good, it's starting. Here's our groom.

[Pleasant, quiet commentary, but it's not for the benefit of Dumage, but for the people on the other end of her earpiece, which she activated for a moment to indicate that she's got eyes on him (sleight of hand 35).]

[behindcloseddoors]

[ it's not long after that strains of the wedding march reach their ears even from out here.

dem trumpets are loud. ]

[graveflowers]

[ snort. ] One less bad guy sounds like a good thing, yeah. Now we can focus on Sarandick.