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

4/-

[shootfirst]

[ kat is all but shaking with anger over there, but gar's offer of support calms her down enough for her to say flatly: ] Kill him, Mark.

5/-

[postergirl]

[ dumage, in the meantime, hovers near to spike, as far from alainn as she can stand. she watches the proceedings with anxious eyes, darting a glance at spike, but saying nothing. ]

6/-

[nepotism]

[ fred comes up on kat's other side, squeezing her shoulder. ] He's got this.

7/-

[usurping]

[ dimitris, in the meantime, looks around at them all, and then back to wynn before letting out a humorless laugh, reaching for the blade. ] So be it. I have no doubt you'll kill me anyway, but if I can take this whelp with me -- [ he flashes a hate-filled glare at mark ] -- all the better.

8/-

[nosdacariad]

Big talk. But I think we're all just about tired of the sound of your voice. [ there's a chill-inducing sound as he unsheathes excalibur, staring to square off in position against him ] I've waited a long time for this.

9/9

[wynn]

[ wynn looks to buffy, gesturing for her to step back along with him to grant them room. ]

[slay]

[ At Wynn's nod, Buffy backs off and folds her arms over her chest to keep any nervousness from entering her stance. ]

[witchwoman]

Mark, wait! [Broken from her fearful stupor, Myri suddenly launches herself to his side. One hand wraps over his wrist, magic buzzing at the surface of her skin. Her eyes search his for a moment, seeking permission to help him. But she knows that if this is how it ends, he would want to know he had earned it honestly. For as much as she fears what may come of this, she has faith in him. She has to remind herself of that.]

You can do this. [Her hand squeezes a bit tighter for a moment before she forces herself to let go and back away. Her gaze shifts briefly to Dimitris, but she shakes her head and turns away a moment later.]

[graveflowers]

[ vi nervously reaches out to gently curl her hand archer's bicep, her voice a quiet murmur. ]

Flame off, Sterling. Save it. [ her voice steadies. ] Simba's got this.

1/2

[nosdacariad]

[ mark looks down at myri, gratitude in his eyes, and a warmth fills them even with the heavy weight that's there. he nods once, and as she turns to go, he looks beyond her to where alainn stands, holding her gaze for a moment, and giving her a tiny nod, before turning to face dimitris, his shoulders squared. ]

For my parents. [ with that, he wins the initiative and takes dimitris a bit by surprise with his sudden step in, the blade singing as he goes for a quick and brutal cut. (atk 30, dmg 9) ]

[usurping]

[ dimitris looks down at the tear in his suit with irritation, and lashes out with his rapier just fast enough to catch mark in the side (atk 23, dmg 6), his second pass whizzing past his head (atk 11) ] Your parents were short-sighted fools. I did Andres a favor.

[nosdacariad]

[ the comment clearly enrages mark, and he brings the blade down even more powerfully (atk 32, dmg 12), striking true. his posture shifts a bit, however, already losing a bit of any controlled edge, leaving him open as he pulls the sword back to try for a more reckless second blow... ]

[recruited]

[ This is the first time Steve's had to stand by to watch someone fight. It's never really been in him to let people like Dimitris slide. Still he stays back where instructed to be earlier with his shield gripped tightly. ] You can end this, Mark. You've got this.

1/2

[nosdacariad]

[ steve's encouragement, meant to help bolster him on, actually seems to make him waver as his action point was... even worse womp womp, his stroke broadly missing the target (atk 11.)

[usurping]

[ dimitris wastes no time in taking advantage of the opening, his blade darting out in a sudden devastating riposte, the blade slicing him open viciously (atk 30/crit, dmg 24). mark manages to draw away from the second cut of the blade that comes perilously close to slicing his stomach (atk 21), but dimitris whirls the blade in his hand and catches him a second time anyway, cutting open the side of his neck (atk 23, dmg 30). mark... does not look in a good way. ] Pathetic.

[doubletake]

[Elena's chest tightens as she sees Mark take those two blows, and her lips press together into a line before she controls her voice, speaking as calmly to him as she can.

His anger seemed to be overriding his ability, making him sloppy. He can't afford to make mistakes.]

Don't give up, Mark. Stay calm and do what you came here to do. We believe in you.

[nothingsodivine]

[Des grits his teeth and instinctively moves to grab the hilt of the sword at his side before he realizes what he's doing and loosens his grip with a dissatisfied expression.

Dammit, Mark. Keep it together.]

Don't let him make you angry. That's all he's got going for him right now.

1/2

[nosdacariad]

[ elena and des' calm advice only seems to fluster mark more, as he tries to shake off the anger and finds that easier said than done. he glances aside, and sees buffy standing there next to wynn, grits his teeth, and turns to unleash a more controlled swing that strikes true (atk 27, dmg 14). his second, however, is not fast enough (atk 19) ]

[usurping]

[ dimitris looks almost affronted by mark actually hitting him again, taking that opening once more (atk 27, dmg 17), but as he moves quickly past mark, trying to take a low cut at his side (atk 17), mark makes a sudden counter move, stabbing him in the side (atk 32, dmg 11), and throws off dimitris' last attempted jab as well, knocking his arm aside (atk 23). ] Luck.

[allmydreams]

[Felicity doesn't know Mark, really, but she's watching the fight with rapt attention, wincing at each hit he takes and doing tiny fist pumps for every hit Sarandis does. So much is riding on the line for this, but she knows that Mark can do it.]

[witchwoman]

Don't listen to him! [Myri says, shaking her head and fighting back tears because she sure can feel every hit that Sarandis has landed.] It isn't luck. It's skill. You can do this.

[pathology]

[and then there's astrid, trying to be encouraging with her enthused cry of] Stab him in the dick! Again!

1/2

[nosdacariad]

[ maybe it's that dash of humor that helps relieve some of the sense of dread and pressure - or the reminder of kat stabbing dimitris in the dick when she was entirely alone and at his mercy - but either way mark follows up his last motion with another successful slash (atk 28, dmg 11). his second clashes against dimitris' attempted riposte (atk 23 & atk 23), their blades scraping against one another as mark grits his teeth and says: ] You're-- done.

[bigbad]

[Spike meanwhile is... not filled with encouragement cause he's just not that positive a person. He rolls his eyes and snarls in Dimitris' direction.]

Bet your pecker never came back quite right even if you had it healed. Not that it was all that impressive to begin with, I'd wager.

[Astrid's an inspiration.]

[littledhampir]

[Rose's eyes dart back and forth, heart in her mouth. Painfully aware that right there at her side is the one person who can't, who she won't see lose Mark if she has any say in it and Spike's words urge her on. Her tone with an edge of malice, despite her mocking words.]

They'd have had to find it first, Spike. Hard to do when he's got no balls.

[Hoping if nothing else, the familiarity of that unexpected voice might be enough to shake Dimitris' focus.]