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

Des | plane b | OTA

[nothingsodivine]

[des seems to have a lot more restless energy than he had on the flight to their destination, and seems to be dealing with it by playing an elaborate game of cat's cradle with his shoestrings. Go figure. He's weird. But surprisingly good at it (dex 23)

Sometimes he'll wander to go and chat with a couple people but for the most part he's just over here in his aisle seat. Being a cat.

[doubletake]

[Elena stands next to the aisle his seat is in, leaning against the back of it with one hand, her eyebrow raised in what appears to be amusement.

There's still likely splatters of blood on her dress if it weren't effectively hidden by the fact that it's black, but she seems to have at least cleaned up any visible skin.]

Having fun?

[nothingsodivine]

[Des tugs some of the string up with his teeth and pulls down the rest to create a crisscrossed tower-shape. Beaming, he waggles his eyebrows and says, through gritted teeth.] Eiffel Tower.

[he spits the string out and proceeds to untangle the cat's cradle to start something new.] I didn't fire a single shot today. My fingers are twitchy.

[doubletake]

[That has Elena literally bursting out into full blown laughter for what feels like the first time in a lifetime. She slaps a playful hand across his shoulder, shaking her head.]

Don't even think about it, Descant.

[Then she falls delicately into the seat beside him, sighing as she looks down briefly, his comment sobering her up pretty quickly.]

Well, I fired enough shots for the both of us, I think.

[nothingsodivine]

[he looks at her so innocently.] Think about what?

[but he appreciates her laughter, and his face lights up because of it. and as she sits, he stops fiddling long enough so he doesn't have to hit her with his elbows just to deal with his restless energy.] Hope they were at the right people.

[doubletake]

[She just laughs at him again, giving him a knowing look, then lets it go.]

Of all of them, only one of them didn't land in Decker. [She pauses, glancing at him before she leans her head back against the headrest, looking up at the ceiling.] I made sure he wasn't going to get back up again after he went down.

[She's not 100% sure he wasn't dead when he hit the ground, but in the end, it didn't matter.]

[nothingsodivine]

Despite all the elaborate plans I made and maybe a few overdramatic speeches rehearsed in front of a mirror I wish I could take back, I'm glad if someone besides me was gonna bring that conniving bastard down, it was you.

[he leans his head against the headrest too, mimicking her.] I hope Sehanine dropkicked his soul. Or at least let Jade spit on it a few times.

[pathology]

[astrid barges over to des like a wrecking baaaallll woman on a mission.]

Tell me everything you know about your friend.

[nothingsodivine]

[Des continues to thread his fingers through his shoelaces, making elaborate patterns in the string.] His name's Liam. He communicates primarily in clicks, grunts, and eyebrow raises. He's ambiguously European. And if anyone wants someone to blame for why I'm here, they can blame him.

[He pulls the strings over his thumbs using his teeth.] We don't talk about ourselves much.

[pathology]

[she deems that ... an acceptable amount of information??? it's better than nothing. which is why she moves right on to]

You have to hook me up with him.

[nothingsodivine]

[with the wide eyed gaze of a deer in oncoming traffic.] Uh... I have to what now?

[maybe those words mean different things now. is she really... Astrid no.]

[pathology]

Set it up so conditions are optimal for us to bang! Just put in a good word for me or something. He looks so much like Jason Statham, it's crazy.

[nothingsodivine]

I mean that would require Liam and me to ever talk. He has this thing about phones.

[once day des will let that die. it's not today.]

[bigbad]

[Spike pauses on his way to get more alcohol.]

...I don't know what sorts of games you and the hubby are into, but I'd think you'd need heavier rope than that. Even at human strength levels.

[nothingsodivine]

[Des just keeps right on keeping on.] We use neckties, usually.

[if you're gonna talk like that, he's gonna just be direct, Spike.]

[bigbad]

[Do you think that's enough to shock him. Cause it sure isn't.]

Ah, those'll be more effective, but I hope they're not ones you actually want to wear. Body fluids and all.

[nothingsodivine]

[with his teeth clenched around his shoelace, which just tells you how little shame he must have about putting weird things in his mouth apparently. what is this conversation.] Where exactly are you putting the neckties when you do this, Spike?

[bigbad]

Wouldn't you like to know. [lol Spike never actually gets laid.]

[nothingsodivine]

[Des raises his eyebrows, but relents, going back to his shoestrings.] You must be thrilled to un-death that Sarandis is a smoking pile of ashes.

[allmydreams]

[Felicity is on her way back to her seat post-getting a drink when she sees what Des is doing and tips her head to the side curiously. She knows what he's doing (wisdom 20 total), she's just never seen it done with one set of hands before.]

Don't you usually need two people for that?

[nothingsodivine]

Sure, if you wanna make it easy on yourself.

[But he's bored and restless and he has magic fingers. what can you do.] But I live life on the hardest difficulty setting.

[allmydreams]

[She laughs.]

Right. Well, if you decide you want to give yourself a break, I've got an extra set of hands.

[nothingsodivine]

[he untangles his gordian knot of crisscrossed string and moves his bag onto the floor, kicking it under the seat it front of him. that done, he offers her the other half of his circle of shoestring.] Eh. Why the hell not. Let's see how you hold up.

[allmydreams]

[She slips into the empty seat, before taking the shoestring and setting it into the first position. She's a little rusty at first (dexterity 14), but to be fair she hasn't done this since she and Lucy were sitting bored in her room back in the Bronx.]

Just be gentle. It's been a while.

[nothingsodivine]

I promise I won't rip your fingers off. I saw those stupid torture porn movies with the guy in the clown mask. He only wishes he thought of death by cat's cradle.

[Des has a lot of time on his hands, apparently.] So how're you liking being part of the dream team. Scared yet?

[he's halfway kidding.] Believe it or not, this was a mild day. Psion-free.