knightsoflegend | slovechnia ♔ hey little sister what have you done

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slovechnia ♔ hey little sister what have you done

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...

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[ what was about to be two devastating critical hits from dimitris turns into something else entirely as spike and rose's cutting criticisms visibly rankle him, and his blade come short of mark's nose (atk 23), allowing mark to sidestep just in time to send dimitris tripping to the ground with what turned into a crit fail :')

mark takes quick advantage of that shit, too, stabbing down at him with a atk 31, dmg 11. ]

Edited 2016-03-08 23:42 (UTC)

[ down again - chimaira

heartened, mark brings that sword down right into his back (atk 31 again! dmg 12), drawing it out to try to repeat the action, but dimitris manages to pull his sword up and block it just barely a with loud clank of metal (atk 22 v 13) ]

Edited 2016-03-08 23:51 (UTC)

[Fuck honor anyway. Archer whirrs up his Omicron Spymaster, and shoots the woefully-underpowered-yet-still-rather-annoying laser into Dimitri's eye.]

Get fucked, needle dick.

[She's nearly bitten through her lip watching as the duel proceeds, hugging herself fiercely. When the comments start drifting in from the surrounding Knights it's harder for her to keep quiet. The last thing she wants to do is to distract Mark, and at first it seems as though the encouragement directed towards him is doing just that, flustering him enough that Dimitris lands a few horrible blows.

After Rose and Spike's comments seem to have a negative effect on Dimitris himself, she can't help herself from shouting her own encouragement.]

Marcus Andres! [she takes a half step forward, hand going to her heart] Don't ye give up, my heart. You will finish this. I love ye, do ye hear me? I love ye.

Edited 2016-03-09 01:18 (UTC)

[ her voice draws mark's gaze for just a moment, and the appreciation in his eyes is clear, before he looks back down at dimitris, where their swords are locked together ] You hear that?

That's something you never had. And now you never will. [ he kicks dimitris' arm aside as the man takes a laser beam to the eye and fumbles his attack (atk 14) to jab the sword down into his torso again in a riposte (atk 23, dmg 10). ]

All the better, that she's here to watch you die, and take your wretched line with you. [ and dimitris sits up, thrusting his rapier hard into what would be mark's gut (potential crit... ruined by the melee penalty from prone gdi), but mark knocks it away just in time. ]

The only name that's going to be forgotten is yours. [ he raises excalibur high and then brings it down, straight into dimitris' gut (atk 29, dmg 26 - triple penetration!!). the man lets out an anguished groan, and mark lifts it out after twisting it further in a bit, ready to bring it down again, but dimtris just manages to push it weakly aside with the last of his strength, although he's now heavily bleeding out, on the edge of consciousness (atk 22 vs 19). mark stares down at him with the bloody sword in hand, and says gravely: ] You've lost, Dimitris.

[Her breath leaves her in a rush and she doesn't hesitate in running over to Mark, stepping wide around Dimitris, to take his face gently in her hands to pull him down for a kiss, careful of his injuries.]

It's over love. It's done.

[ mark's sword lowers for a moment, pained relief in his returned kiss as he wraps his other arm around alainn's waist...

but it's then that dimitris takes advantage of the moment to push to his feet and move to critically stab alainn right in the back.

rose, however, moved along with her - and so it's into rose's gut that the blade sinks as she slips between them, and dimitris' lip twists with wry disdain as he sees who stands in front of him (dmg 12) ]

[There is something to be said for her training before she came through the veil. The understanding that it's never over until it's well and truly over. To never hesitate, so while Rose won't stop Alainn from rushing to Mark, her instinct sees her follow.

She catches sight of his movement, the flash of his rapier as the sun dances off the blade, Rose moving with quick feet to put herself between Alainn's back and Dimitri's weapon.

There is a second between them as she looks into his eyes and feels his blade pierce her flesh. Her own flashing, not with pain but a rage she's not felt in some time and she can hear it as clear as if she were still standing in the tank. The words he spoke to her before her whole world was quite literally blown apart.

Tell Thomas Bancroft hello, will you.

Before she can even think, (She failed that WS) her fingers close around the cool metal of her stake. Rose's hand moves to Dimitris' shoulder, pulling him close as she runs him through with her stake, finishing with her lips at his ear, her voice a low, cold whisper]

You won't be seeing Thomas Bancroft where you're going. [Atk Nat 20 Dmg 74] Say hi to Lucifer for me.

[Elena is tense from the moment that Mark says it's over, because this is a battle to the death, and it isn't going to be over until one of them is dead.

It turns out she's right to be tense as Sarandis tries to take advantage of the situation, only to have the rest of his miserable life cut very violently short by Rose's stake. She catches every word of that whisper (nat 20 listen), her expression grave and solemn as the woman who was once her best friend finishes the job, though she finds herself turning away and taking a few steps from the circle that formed around the site of the duel.

Maybe she's seen enough violence for one day.]

[Des observes the whole scene from Mark's supposed final blow to Dimitris's failed strike against Alainn that hit Rose to Rose's own extremely violent real final blow, and hears Rose's words to Dimitris as well (listen 29), his expression ice cold. As Elena disengages, however, he steps out of the circle with her, remaining about a pace behind her, putting himself between her and the circle so that if anyone tries to go to her, they'll have to push past him, while he observes everyone else taking stock of the victory.]

[ i just want you - ozzy osbourne

mark's hand grips alainn's arm and he moves her back beside him the moment he realizes what is happening - a moment that's too late, and he watches with wide eyes as rose's weapon sinks into dimitris' chest, piercing all the way through, blood gurgling out of his mouth, cutting off any final words he might have to offer. his eyes roll back, and he slowly slips off from the blade, collapsing onto the ground, as mark keeps his arm firmly around alainn, watching the life leave the man who ruined so much of his past.

his eyes drift to rose, and there's a weary gratitude in them - for saving alainn, yes, but maybe for something else too. he certainly doesn't look like he's discontent about not having twisted that final knife and taken dimitris' life himself.

he just looks tired, and glad to see it done. and when it's clear that it is, he turns back to meet wynn's gaze, and sees the knight's leader watching him carefully, granting him a single nod of approval.

mark doesn't return it, turning instead towards alainn more fully, and saying quietly, but firmly: ] Let's go home.

[ kat watches all this, stone-faced, an inscrutable look on her face as she travels through some very personal emotions, before she finally tears her eyes away, and looks up at fred. ] What he said.

[ gar watches kat for a moment, nodding at her words and slipping her arm out of hers, turning to look up at jack, looking rather tired herself. her tone is a bit sheepish as she says: ] ... I suppose debriefings should wait until then.

[Spike walks over and stares down at the corpse, making sure that he seems well and truly dead. Then he kicks the corpse. It doesn't really make him feel better, but at least he's dead now. Won't be hurting anyone else.]

Wanker.

[ It happens so suddenly that Buffy starts towards the circle when Dimitris goes for Alainn, but she's too far away, and she comes up at a sudden stop only two steps forward when Rose moves to take the hit, a moment later sheathing her stake in Sarandis. A chill comes over her, watching it, and she can't quite place the unease that settles in, but she knows well enough to know it's more of a reflection on her than it is on what Rose has done.

Her gaze tracks Mark as he moves aside with Alainn, then focuses on where Elena has moved to. It seems like a bad time, but there's unlikely to be a better one, so she takes it open herself to draw away in that direction, not sparing a single word for Sarandis' corpse or even a second look.

She's getting used to them.

She touches Des' shoulder to get past him to Elena. ] Can you give me a minute? [ Her eyes track past him to Elena, more interested in her permission than Des' Green eyes say that she understands all too well why Buffy would be the last person Elena might want to talk to right now, but she also seems deliberate in how she picks this moment. ]

[Myri is entirely focused on the wounds of her friends, so much so that the actual victory is a bit of a blur. By reflex, she casts a mass healing spell on the group. (Mass cure moderate - 24 hp to anyone who needs it).]

Is it...? Is it over?

[She barely registers the warmth of blood as it spreads across her chest and stomach. Unaware of what is hers and what is his. Rose makes no effort to slow the collapse of his body, the Dhampir merely wavering on the spot for a moment as the adrenaline that had been coursing through her veins only a moment ago, starts to dissipate.

Covered in blood that is more Dimitris' than her own, her gaze shifts to Mark. Her own eyes bordering on vacant but in that moment, she gets what he's saying without words (SM 27) and merely nods her head, lips pressed into a grim line.

It's only then that Rose becomes painfully aware of everyone around her, the bloodied stake in her hand, the lifeless corpse at her feet and her gaze lifts to Wynn now, her own expression unreadable at first as Rose barely registers the closing of her wounds from Myri's magic.]

It's over. [And yet there's a lack of certainty in those two words, like she won't fully believe it until it comes from the man in front of her (Wynn) and it's almost like she's looking for his understanding, if not his forgiveness right now.]

[Des stands utterly firm under Buffy's arm and doesn't waver for an instant, nor does he look like he's going to move to give her this moment alone with Elena. Rather than simply let it stand and back down, he also looks up at the dark-haired girl just a pace away, as if looking for permission of his own.] Elena?

[Elena pauses, her expression a porcelain mask as she turns to look at Buffy.]

Whatever you have to say to me, you can say in front of Des.

[ wynn steps forward finally, hasmed falling into step beside him, and he nods at the mage, who raises a hand, wiggles his fingers, and then lights the corpse gradually aflame. wynn's focus shifts to rose, and he reaches over to put a hand on her wrist, unconcerned about the blood, lowering the stake gently as he meets her eyes, solemn, but reassuring. ] You did well, Sir Hathaway.

… I didn't realize you guys had gotten so close.

[ Something in that visibly unnerves her, as if it cuts a wider canyon between her and her friends to not have noticed something like that, or to feel cut out of it and treated like an outsider by them. As if their closeness has come at the cost of hers. ]

I just … wanted to say thanks for what you did in there.

[For the very first time since she saw Dimitris' body in the back of the trunk, a true calm appears to wash over her, Rose expelling the air she hadn't known she was holding in as each finger eases it's deadly grip on her stake.

Wynn might well be the only person who would see that doing this has cost her anything but perhaps, what is twisting her insides the most? Is not the fact that she took Dimitris' life, but that she feels absolutely nothing for having done so.

Her lips twitch, words threatening to pass her lips but they get trapped in the back of her throat, Rose swallowing hard and pushing them back down as shoulders that had been radiating with tension, finally slump with exhaustion and all she can manage is a nod, not trusting her own voice, pulling strength from Wynn's words as she tries to will herself to move.]

It's not that strange is it? We've all been through a lot together.

[Elena's expression seems to falter, then, and it becomes clear that that is...not at all what she thought was going to come out of Buffy's mouth, as if she thought she was going to have to defend herself only to be completely blindsided by something else entirely.

Eventually, she shakes her head, sighing.]

You don't need to thank me. I did what had to be done under the circumstances. [Her expression is tired, but soft as she looks at her.] I'm just glad we got out of there unscathed.

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