london ♔ put me on a ship that is sinking

[wynn]

if rain is what you want - slipknot

WHO || The Knights.
WHAT || I'm sure it's nothing.
WHERE || Knights castle 
WHEN || April 18,2016
HOW || Actionspam

It's been a week since Sir Jeanne Gar was abducted by agents of the Church of the Lord's Humanity, despite the Knights' efforts to thwart the attempt.  Several of the younger Knights learned a harsh lesson as they watched the Mind Master shake even the seasoned Sir Hasmed, and turn some of their number on each other.   While Wynn has announced that they are determined to find a way to save Gar, it''s certainly obvious why he's hesitant to send agents out, after what the Mind Master alone has done to several Knights, including Finnick Odair, who may never be the same.  

A dark cloud hangs over the Knighthood, either way, dampening any enthusiasm won from their victory in finally taking down Dimitris Sarandis and two other notable members of the Shadow-hating Church led by Draken Crombe.

The sun is still up in the late evening, on this day, but there's a heaviness in the air.  

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[bythedreadwolf]

[ Solas waits until Vi and Myri have moved - Fadestepped, perhaps? he will have to ask later - to a safe distance before smoothly moving to fall into step with Felicity, approaching the front entrance to the castle with her.

Of course, his perfect calm lasts until he spots just who is seated behind the front desk to greet their guests and tension creeps subtly back into his stance as his steps hasten in pace, gaze narrowed on Ashelia as he stifles a soft curse.

While he is tempted to go to her, he resists the instinct, pausing instead in the doorway behind their unwelcome visitors, settling against the frame with arms crossed over his chest. He remains silent, watchful and wary, observing the pair with a cautious alertness. ]

[twistingveil]

[Ashelia tenses further when she sees both Solas and Felicity appear behind their supposed visitors, Solas' own body language reason confirmation that she should remain on the alert. She sets her jaw, irate that the unfamiliar man seems to have deliberately overlooked her in favor of Hawke-- rude.

She clears her throat softly, reaching for the pen beside the guestbook, as if to emphasize that she's the one working the desk-- she doesn't know who he is, but she's dealt with more than enough racism in her day to know what the look Crombe had given her meant.]

If he's expecting you, then I'm sure he'll be along shortly. [Her gaze darts towards both Solas and Felicity, seeking some sort of silent confirmation. She remains as collected as possible, lifting her pen slightly.] Name?

[She's pretty sure humans hate red tape.]

[allmydreams]

[Felicity picks up on that curse (listen 29) and she glances between him and Ashelia it doesn't take much to figure out what's going on and she immediately flashes Solas a look that's something akin to "if you look like you're going to do something dumb, I will punch you in the dick."

More or less (intimidate 20 total).

After that, she steps quietly to the side to lean against the wall next to him, keeping an eye out for Buffy to try and cut her off before she runs in guns blazing (spot 18).]

[hawkeing]

[ hawke folds her arms over her chest, her eyes narrowing at the way this man deigns to ignore ashelia and talk to hawke like it's some kind of choice. like favorites. racist favorites.

maker's breath does hawke know all about racism and discrimination. mages. elves. dalish elves. blood mages. and maker's breath does she hate it all.

hawke's chin lifts ever so slightly in defiance. she's never really been one to think through her words, just letting fly with whatever comes to mind. right now, the only thing on her mind is that this man just insulted one of her friends. that doesn't rest.

she's also officially naming this guy crumb. and the woman is meredith the second until she finds a name to twist into a nickname the way varric would. they could really use varric here right about now. ]

I don't think he heard you. [ spoken to crumb rather than ashelia. ] And I also don't think you know how things work here. My friend here is on duty. You want something, you talk to her.

[ hawke's got your back, ashe. ]

[extremist]

I require nothing from her, but at least she seems well trained to know her place. [ clearly, secretary is low on the list ]

[bythedreadwolf]

[ Felicity's look does not go unnoticed, but he's not really all that intimidated by it either (will save 28, nat 20 thank you very much). Still, he is never one to act rashly when deliberation serves him much better

Even if their guest is already straining what very little good will he might have mustered to begin with. But Solas does step forward at last before Hawke tosses what diplomacy they might manage out the window before their reinforcements can arrive.

His new position also places himself in front of the pair of guests and partially blocking the two women behind him. While one arm rests loosely over his stomach, the other is tucked behind his back, making a subtle motion to Ashelia to caution her. He might not know what this pair are capable of, but the reaction of the other women outside was enough to make him cautious.

Also he was trying to be good and throw zero things. You should be proud of him, ladies. ]

If you find the company lacking, you are always welcome to wait outside. I am sure the front steps will take no offense to your obvious ignorance of social niceties.

[ It's all said with an utterly perfect - if a bit bland - tone of politeness, even as he offers just the faintest hint of a bow. Although there is nothing deferential in the move, it hints more at a condescending mimicry carefully tucked beneath the mild veneer he's maintained ever since the pair arrived. ]

[twistingveil]

[Trained well to know her place. Every fiber of her being objects to that remark, her grip tightening on the pen in her hand until she goes white-knuckled, tempted to push herself to her feet and let him know exactly what her 'place' is-- but she knows that would only serve to hinder an already delicate situation (Will Save 20), and Solas' stepping between her and the visitors does a great deal to keep her from acting against her better judgement.

She remains composed, unflinching, taking his subtle warning into account, biting her tongue for the time being. The last thing they need is for an outburst to exacerbate things.]

[recruited]

[ Serious business Steve is just doo doo dooing down the hallway with Wanda. Likely telling her about Cordelia. With hearts in his eyes. Steve's shield is on his back because--no he doesn't have separation anxiety. Upon entering the lobby what he catches come out of Crombe's mouth makes Steve's muscles tighten. He's like a gross Red Skull baby. Him and HYDRA would have been best friends. Ironically it was Gar who told Steve about this guy. Though he doesn't immediately put a face with a name. ] What's going on? [ He asks cautiously. ]

[divaricate]

[Steve, the hearts in your eyes are adorable.

But right as Steve asks the question of what's going on, Wanda has her eyebrows lifted slightly also in confusion and cautiousness with regards to the scene.] Something, obviously. [Not really spoken like an answer to Steve's question, but meant more as a backing up of the question. Share with the class, guys.]

[extremist]

[ draken's face had begun to cloud with increasing irritation at solas' words, and the tension mounts for a moment as he stares him down-- but before he can open his mouth, steve and wanda appear, and split his focus once again. ] I would advise you to wait here and find out.

[allmydreams]

[Felicity doesn't know Wanda but she does know Steve, so she will try to quietly catch his eye and signal to him to hold for now. She doesn't want him to go anywhere, exactly - they may need him to punch something - but she doesn't want him to pick a fight now either.

She's also not fond of Solas shoving himself into this, but she's not going to make them seem divided either. No one deserves to be treated the way Crombe was treating the squire at the front desk.]

[hawkeing]

[ the longer this goes on and the more obnoxious crumb becomes, the happier hawke is that fenris is far, far away. while he would be perfect for their strength in numbers usually, he would not be taking any of this right now and the last thing they need is a hothead like fenris jumping someone who obviously has a bunch of people very, very tense.

and rightly so from what she can see.

arms still folded over her chest, hawke shifts forward just slightly. with a 12 will save, she avoids making a joke about crumb not looking like a waiter and instead focuses on biting her tongue for once. someone else can be the champion of the knights. ]

[bythedreadwolf]

[ While there might be a hint of tension in Solas' posture, overall he looks casually relaxed. It does not mean he is not alert and ready for whatever may come, but the fact that their numbers are growing enough to divide the man's focus is a benefit for all of them. Not that he's expecting that more of their number filtering into the lobby is going to improve the human's atrocious manners, however.

The two that join them are as yet unfamiliar to Solas, but he picks up on Felicity's subtle acknowledgement enough to turn towards them - although he still keeps himself carefully placed before the two women. Just in case. (Although whether that is to protect them, or to keep Hawke from potentially stabbing their visitor remains an unknown.) ]

Draken Crombe and the Mind Master have come to speak with Wynn.

[ Considering even he had recognized one of those titles, after only being here a handful of weeks, made him optimistic about the chances of the others in the room recognizing them as well. ]

[divaricate]

For a friendly talk, I'm sure. [All the sarcasm in her tone right there, yep.]

[recruited]

[ Steve pointedly ignores Crombe because whatever he so didn't ask you. He asked the others. He does however catch Felicity's eye and then his gaze shifts over to Crombe and the Mind Masters. He nods at Solas acknowledging what he's informing him. Steve's stance shifts and he nods. He plasters on the best fake smile he can muster. Tense, but trying to remain calm. He doesn't need to flex his intimidation at this point. They don't need a bunch of dead people because the Mind Master feels mistreated. ]

Alright. Is Wynn meeting them here? [ Seriously. Anyone who wants to answer. ]

[extremist]

[ too bad, steve-o, because draken's the one who answers ] He's on his way now.

[familybusiness]

[It's at that moment that the next small group busts into the lobby in the form of Buffy, Topher, Sam and Rafael, the latter two with guns out at at the ready.

Once he sees that there's...no fight happening though, Sam holds an arm out as if to try and halt the others so that they don't just go in guns blazing. That seems like a terrible choice with all these bystanders.]

[romanticidal]

[ rafael comes to a halt on the steps behind sam, but doesn't... lower his weapon yet, pointing it over solas' head from his vantage point, to keep it aimed at crombe ] What is the meaning of this?

[slay]

[ Buffy skids up alongside Rafael and Sam dramatically, and it's pretty clear that no one is dying but also that THESE PEOPLE ARE IN THE CASTLE NOW. NOT JUST OUTSIDE OF IT. UGHHHH. ]

We're inviting bad guys in for the tour now?

[andblockbuster]

[topher tries to hang back but he urge to see the Mind Master in the flesh is apparently too much for his horrible wisdom score, so he moves to a better vantage point closer to the desk and just looks angry at her. so scurry topherchan.]

[allmydreams]

[Felicity meets Buffy's eyes from across the way before pushing up from the wall and speaking up so Crombe won't have to and make more people want to punch him.]

They're here to "parley" with Wynn. They're waiting for him here.

[So no, no tours are happening.]

[recruited]

[ Whoa, guys, have some chill. He looks at Sam and Rafael and then Buffy. ]

Yeah. They're here to talk. [ Like those guns aren't gonna help except piss them off. Those guns ain't gonna save Gar. ] It's my opinion that people talk better with guns down.

1/-

[romanticidal]

[ rafael hesitates, those bad wisdom rolls rearing their ugly head again, and the mind master smiles back at him very specifically, as if to say bring it bitch.

with a scowl, he lowers it, but he doesn't holster the weapon ]

2/3

[wynn]

[ it's at that point that wynn, flanked by hasmed comes walking down the main hallway, emerging to step beside the desk and fix draken with a baleful, intimidating glare, one hand on the hilt of the blade at his waist. ] I'm certain I don't need to point out how much nerve you have to come here after all you've done.

If you would speak with me, we will do so privately.

3/3

[extremist]

[ draken gives zero fucks about the rest of you now, riveting his attention on wynn, his hand toying with the head of his cane, which most are now close enough to see is ironically... a dragon's head.

he meets wynn's gaze with a steely one of his own, looking him over with an almost smug expression as if he's realized something just upon seeing the man, something important, saying almost to himself: ] ... Just as I expected.

[ he raises his voice again to address him, but plainly for everyone else as well ] On the contrary, Wynnefalshond. I think your followers deserve to hear this.

[ there's a challenging look in his eyes as he adds: ] It makes me wonder what other secrets you've been keeping from your own. [ one eyebrow lifts as if he has something very specific in mind now. ] We will speak here.