SEOUL ♔ NOW THE SUN IS UP AND I'M GOING BLIND

[hacker]

delilah - florence + the machine

WHO || Anastasia, Jeanne, Doyle, Skye, Ward, Abbie
WHAT || The Knights are assigned to protect South Korea's President-Elect from assassination attempts.
WHERE || Seoul, South Korea
WHEN || End of April, 2016
HOW || Actionspam

Four days after the briefing, President Kim sends a plane for the team of Knights dispatched by Wynn, and their flight to Seoul—what could have been a grueling 12-hour affair—is spent in the most comfort that can be afforded by a highly regarded politician. The seats are roomy, the staff is attentive, and no one shouts at them to return to their seats.

They're put up in a hotel near the Blue House, the seat of the executive powers of South Korea, where the President-Elect has asked to meet them to go over the security plans for the inauguration.

Comments

[hacker]

[ Tearing through the open bedroom door puts them about twenty feet from the head of the President-Elect's bed, where the table lamp has been taken off the nightstand and lies on the floor with its shade askew.

A man masked in black wielding a rapier comes at her for a narrow miss. She scrambles over the bed to avoid it, shouting at him in Korean, "What do you want?!" When she looks over and sees that Abbie and Jeanne have entered, there's no masking the relief in her eyes, but it does little to quiet the persistent panic. ]

[leftenants]

[Abbie acts on gut instinct, darting forward to put herself between the President-Elect and her assailant, Excalibur pistol drawn. It's risky, but they're here to protect her, and standing back or hesitating won't help them do that.

She aims her gun at the masked man with both hands, feet spread apart, comfortable in her stance after having spent so many years in law enforcement.]

I don't think so.

[arretez]

[ jeanne sprints into the room after abbie, drawing her sword as she goes, the strange rosy silver hue of the steel glinting in the dim light as she approaches zorro and levels the sword at him. ]

Arretez.

[hacker]

[ He may seem cornered, but he doesn't act it. A glance between them and he decides to rush Jeanne with the rapier in hand (atk 16). Meanwhile, the president-elect steps fluidly behind Abbie without qualms; after all, this is what she hired them for. ]

[leftenants]

Jeanne!

[Abbie keeps her pistol trained on the invader, aiming for his leg as she fires to try and cripple him ( Attack 10 :| ).]

[arretez]

[ jeanne parries the blade away with the ease of someone that has been doing this for the better part of six hundred years, stepping in to flick her sword toward his wrist in an attempt to disarm. (atk 26, her ac is 20 for the opposed roll, atk 24 if she needs another roll idk disarming is hard i'm sorry!) ]

[hacker]

[ The shot from Abbie's pistol goes wide, an undeniable result of the President-Elect fussing at her side, frantic in her urgent demand that they shoot him. When Jeanne goes for the disarm, the intruder jabs at her open abdomen and interrupts the effort (attack 22, dmg 6). ]

[leftenants]

[Abbie curses under her breath before she steadies her aim and tries again, aiming for the shoulder this time-- simply crippling him to slow him down isn't enough with Jeanne also in immediate danger. She clenches her jaw, firing (atk 20, dmg 9 if it hits).]

[arretez]

[ jeanne says something in french that sounds like a swear but is probably just her saying "oh gosh!" because she's an old lady. she flicks her sword out again to strike the intruder twice (atk 25, 15 (both with a -4 included); nonlethal dmg 8, 6), just slapping him around with a deadly weapon nbd. ]

Cease your attack!

[hacker]

[ Abbie's bullet narrowly misses, grazing the black material of his jacket as he seems to dodge it, but Jeanne's comes too soon after for him to do the same. Her first bullet catches him in the shoulder, and knocks him out of the way of the second.

He whips his rapier out at her again (atk 20, dmg 6).

Meanwhile, the President-Elect makes her way to the window to check outside it for any sign of back-up, hurrying to compose herself. She shouts for her own personal security to come up. ]

[leftenants]

[With the President-Elect having given her a little bit of space, Abbie's next shot comes steadier ( attack 23, dmg 10 ), but she's about ready to lose her patience if he manages to dodge again. She can't risk wasting more bullets and letting Jeanne get hurt.

Back-up is on its way, and they have him outnumbered. She has to believe that's enough.]

[arretez]

[ jeanne hisses in pain before her eyes flare silver like liquid mercury, the scent of lavender enveloping her as silvery armor takes shape over her body, delicate and etched with blue fluer de lis and her famous lorraine crosses and intricate designs across the edges. (inertial armor +4 ac) almost simultaneously, golden flames spring to life licking at the edges of her sword, sharpening the lavender smell into something dangerous. ]

STOP! [ she practically bellows it. (intimidate 21) dropping a heroic surge (1/3) to do so. ]

[hacker]

[ Jeanne's booming threat combined with the fact that Abbie's shot rips through the shoulder of his coat shakes him. For a half-second, he's stunned. These people clearly aren't what he expected (target is shaken for one round; -2 penalty on attack rolls, ability checks, and saving throws).

He overcomes the nerves, though, driven by a seeming religious fervor to his purpose here. He turns his attention away from Jeanne, as though realizing that he can't contest her. But maybe, just maybe, he has a chance of getting past Abbie to—

The president-elect howls with fear as the rapier comes down at Abbie, the only cover she has between herself and the assassin's rapier (atk 13). ]

[leftenants]

[At least it seems like they're starting to make some headway. Abbie's quick to duck, and the rapier catchers her jacket rather than flesh, but that doesn't mean she's comfortable with the fact that the president-elect's assailant has turned on her-- it's a narrow miss. President-elect Kim's howling isn't doing anything to help her focus, but she holds her gun steady as she takes two quick steps back to put distance between herself and the attacker.]

Next one goes between the eyes. [She grits her teeth, staring the masked man down ( intimidate 20 ).] You really wanna take that chance?

[arretez]

[ jeanne is going to hold her action to see if abbie's words beat sense into him finally and causes him to stop his fruitless and self-destructive assault. if not she will attack again, her blade a fiery terror. (atk 26, 21; dmg 8+5 fire, 8+5 fire) ]

[hacker]

[ he doesn't stop.

and really, he should have, because jeanne's assault proves that the behavior was indeed self-destructive. his mission has been a suicide mission, for he crumples, the burns left by her sword scarring him beyond identification, which the president-elect makes immediate effort towards. she crouches beside him and removes his mask and rapier, just in case, searching him for identifying markings. ]

I knew this would happen.

[leftenants]

[Shit. Abbie is on her knees beside the president-elect almost immediately, trying to get a solid visual on the assailant, although the scars left behind by the burns are what stand out the most.

She exhales slowly, looking to Madame Kim.]

That's what we're here for. Your policies have made you popular with a lot of people, but they've made you some enemies, too. Are you hurt at all?

[hacker]

Not really.

[ She touches a scrape on her arm, which matches the slash taken out of her mattress quite well. It looks like he barely missed her on his first assault. But the president-elect can't stop staring at the body. ]

I thought that because I knew it was coming, I would be ready for it. [ The hands gripped to the front of her nightgown are trembling. ] What a fool I am.