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ƜуηηєfαƖѕнσηɗ ([personal profile] wynn) wrote in [community profile] knightsoflegend2013-04-15 06:20 pm

briefing ♔ we're all architects of our own private hell



WHO || Wynn, Faye, Tybalt, Miles, Jaina, Solace, and Christos [Closed]
WHAT || Nevada Mission Briefing
WHERE || Knights HQ, the Round Table room
WHEN || Fri, April 12th, shortly before 10am. (pretend the dnet post was for a week later since your mod sucks)
HOW || Actionspam. Single thread, don't worry about maintaining tagging order.


Just as before, accessing the secret room where the Round Table is housed requires using the Knight's keycard to open the glass case beside the mural of the War in Heaven, located across from the ballroom entrance. Using the fire extinguisher as a lever to activate the "door" mechanism reveals the long torch-lit hall plastered in artwork depicting the Knight's history. The tenants of the Knighthood hang large and foreboding over the doors at the end of the hall, which stand open to reveal the brightly lit Round Table, and the majestic crystalline dragon statue presiding over it.

Come in, find a seat, meet your teammates if you haven't already. Christos is already there, and sitting on the left hand side of the table, arms crossed, wearing his black cloak and looking grumpy as always. There's no sign of Wynn yet.
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[personal profile] quarrelsomecat 2013-04-15 11:36 pm (UTC)(link)
[Tybalt had taken his time to look over the artwork on his way to the Round Table. It was fascinating to get a closer look at the history of the knights. When he finally makes it to the room, his eyes go right to Christos, and he pauses a moment, glancing around the room before taking a seat more or less across from the man on the other side of the table.

He doesn't exactly offer a greeting, sitting a bit stiffly in the chair and looking over to Christos.

He could be the first to offer a verbal greeting, and probably should have, but all he offers Christos is a nod. He doesn't look in the mood for small talk, anyway, and Tybalt had never been good at it.]