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knightsoflegend2012-04-06 12:21 pm
everyredcent) wrote in knightsoflegend2012-04-06 12:21 pm
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mission ♔ all those arrows you threw you threw them away
♬ Please Don't Go - Barcelona
WHO || Francesca, Christos, Katniss [closed]
WHAT || Francesca attempts to spy on the humans' secret meeting; a concerned Christos follows
WHERE || The Municipal Building, Magadan, Russia
WHEN || Night of April 7th
HOW || Actionspam
The Russians were nothing if not subtle. Luckily, with three of them living in the Municipal Building, and two of the Knights specifically on watch for it, it became clear that they weren't the only guests here anymore, and that a pattern was emerging. Slowly, other officials from nearby cities, as well as high ranking military personnel were gathering, often ostensibly for other purposes, but so many at one time made it remarkably suspicious.
Especially when Francesca had been prepared to look for exactly these signs.
The most difficult aspect was getting out from under the watchful eye of the guard, but she also had a great deal of experience with that kind of thing as well, which is how she managed to secure herself an ideal place for spying on the proceedings.
Most of it was exactly what Wynn and Luthir had both feared for: some sides arguing for a military mobilization against the dark elves, or in other cases, both the drow and the sun elves, others arguing for trying to make another attempt at forging peace with the elves.
And of course, the prominent conversation topic of what role the Knights meant to play in this, and whether the drow ambassador could even be trusted.
Meanwhile, the other end of the mission had finally reached fruition, with Christos, Thomas, and the squires collapsing in the tunnels at enough points to effectively cut off drow movements - hopefully right on time, as Thomas had also managed to "intercept" drow plans to invade the sun elf and human territories that night. While he planned to stay behind with Merlin and monitor things on the battle end of things, Christos slipped away, heading into the city, his squire at his heels.
After all, he'd made Francesca a promise, even if the tunnel process had taken more than the 'one day' he'd theorized.
[ooc;; please wait for the two threads to be up below. if anyone is not comfortable with where I've put their character in all this, please tell me and I will be more than willing to adjust/talk things out withyou! (I know I've talked to some of you, and figured those who haven't tagged the other mission posts yet might just want their bits handwaved, so we can move to the mission end)]
[ooc;; please wait for the two threads to be up below. if anyone is not comfortable with where I've put their character in all this, please tell me and I will be more than willing to adjust/talk things out withyou! (I know I've talked to some of you, and figured those who haven't tagged the other mission posts yet might just want their bits handwaved, so we can move to the mission end)]
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Should I disembowel him slowly... or quickly? Your cooperation may change my mind.
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On the inside, she's pretty sure she's about to die. In fact, she has that "life flashes before your eyes" thing, but it's more just like a wave of feelings suddenly overwhelming her. And she's done a lot, but she really just wanted to do more and she's really not sure if she's ready to die, and where will she go if she does, and no one else is even here to say goodbye. Maybe that last part was a good thing, though. There's only one person she would want to see right now anyway, and she sure is glad they're not here.
But back to the outside, she just lifts her gaze ever-so-slightly.] I promise, my name is of no consequence to you.
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[ That's what she thinks, at least.
The priestess watches her through slitted eyes, and then nods to the warrior behind her, all of whom have turned visible now, who grabs her head and yanks it up roughly, exposing her throat. She drags the dagger down from her cheek to her jaw to the skin of her neck, leaning forward, taking her time. ]
I changed my mind. I think I'd rather kill you first. [She cants her head slightly towards the man] He can watch. And know what fates awaits him, and every other filthy human of this city.
[ A wicked smile cuts back up her cheek. ] We will leave nothing standing.
Like you, they will end on their knees.
[ On the word, she viciously cuts through the Knight's throat, as the hands holding her head snap it to the side. At the exact same moment that the doors on the far side of the room slam open, a figure in a dark cloak moving into the room, blades in hand, with another shape behind him.
The sight skids him to a complete and total halt, however. Despite his dark skin, it's clear that the blood is draining out of his face completely, as he watches the body slump to the floor. His entire body goes rigid, fingers clenching around the daggers in his hands as if he would break them.
The priestess turns her head, obviously off put by the secondary interruption. She says offhandedly: ]
Leave none alive.
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From that point on she isn't thinking clearly, is acting purely out of emotion. She doesn't care who she's shooting at, as long as someone pays for this loss.
As she takes aim at whichever is closest to her, she's pulled into her mind and an image of a dark skinned girl with a spear through her midsection plays for her. All Katniss can feel in that moment is overwhelming grief and anger, and she has no real way to separate if what she's feeling is toward Francesca or this nameless little girl.
She tries to shake the image out of her head in order to focus, but finds that it's near impossible to do. She drops to her knees and her bow falls to the ground before her, just as immobile and usless as its owner. Unfortunately for Christos, Katniss is stuck in the middle of a crazy attack and is now entirely useless to this entire situation. ]
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It probably doesn't help matters for Katniss that the scene around here dissolves into a frenzy of bloodied chaos only seconds later. Another dagger whizzes through the air, striking the drow priestess directly in the chest - and then the drow warriors are falling upon them, and with a violent swishing of his cape, Christos is in front of her, blocking her view even if she does look up.
There's the sound of metal on metal, grunts of pain and hate filled shouts in other language. But more than anything there's blood. Blood spurts down over her, onto the floor, across the corpses of those already dead. More bodies thump down to join them, sometimes complete, sometimes in pieces.
Something explodes - a light maybe, as there's sparking, and a high pitched female scream, the sound of someone begging. Christos isn't in front of her anymore, maybe he hasn't been for some time now. She's surrounded by bodies instead.
The doors slam open, and he whirls to face them. His face is contorted into something savage, alien, as if he's riding on a whistling high of vengeance that's drained everything recognizable out of him and turned him into a merciless machine.
It's Thomas standing there, one hand on each side of the doors, holding them open. His voice is the first human sound, natural sound, to break the cacophony.] ... Gods.