knightsoflegend | mission ♔ all those arrows you threw you threw them away

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)]

Threaded | Flat

[ The heads are meeting in a sort of basement mini 'war room' type deal, one big rectangular table at which they're all gathered around. Two doors, a water cooler, some plants, and some strategically placed ducts. Feel free to shove Francesca in wherever she'd be hiding \o\ ]

[ It wasn't particularly difficult to extricate himself from the rest of the group. Thomas was occupied exchanging Drakenet texts with Luthir as if they were love notes, and his furtiveness kept him distracted enough. Besides, Thomas might be a Dragon's Claw but the night was Christos' element, not Bancroft's. And he could read the other man's moods like a book by now.

They weren't out of the woods yet.

The most difficult aspect of the mission had been the necessity of trying to keep their end of things entirely covert, which meant incredibly limited contact with the 'diplomats' staying in the fancy government building. He'd assured Francesca before they left that after collapsing the tunnels, he'd find a way to assist her in spying on the humans' plans. Now might be his only opportunity.

It was an excuse, however. What really had him scaling the exterior of the next building over was the fact that he had a feeling in his gut about tonight - the same sort of feeling he'd had on so many nights, for so many different reasons. And he knew from that long experience never to ignore it.

Tonight there would be trouble.

The dark cloak that earns him mockery by daylight works incredibly effectively now, blending him into the shadows as he ascends to the rooftop, entirely unnoticed by the bundled up guards shivering outside the government edifice next door.

It's too far to jump - he can judge that much easily. But like some of deranged Boy Scout, he's nothing if not always prepared, and shoots a silent line of grappling wire into the stone gargoyle atop the building. It clanks quietly around the thing's foot and he tests the rope with practiced care, securing it on this end, before he makes his way across, at an almost impossible pace.

He'll leave the rope for now, knowing it's rendered invisible against the night black sky from below. After all, he'll need an escape route - and he might need it to be ready at a moment's notice.

Christos makes a slow circle on the roof, his footsteps making no sound, and he hides himself behind one of the gargoyles, lifting a pair of miniature binoculars to his eyes as he watches a vehicle pull up to the back of the building.]

Francesca || closed

Christos & Katniss || closed