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luthir ([personal profile] luthir) wrote in [community profile] knightsoflegend2013-04-15 10:15 pm

brazil ♔ even just a sound and all your cards are down



WHO
|| Belle, Luthir, Koraith, Violet, Robin, Reynard [closed]
WHAT || Settling into the mission HQ
WHERE || The Atlantic rainforest of Brazil
WHEN || April 5th (superbackdating go)
HOW || Actionspam


The Knight's plane touches down outside of the forest perimeter, as there's no accessible clearing anywhere close enough to the site that's not choked with machinery responsible for... making more clearings. And landing on top of them all might be dramatic, but perhaps not the subtle touch this mission calls for.

They disembark and head out through the rainforest in a little buggy, until they can't drive much further without being entirely conspicuous, so they pull it over and get out, about a ten minute walk from the site.

Koraith turns to them, his massive form annoyed by fronds brushing against his head, which he's forced to repeatedly brush back.

"Well! I suppose this is as good a place as any to suggest splitting up. In some ways, our problem is three-fold: we must stop the machines as soon as possible, contact the dryads to make certain they know help has arrived and don't escalate things prematurely, and, of course, speak to the foreman."
graveflowers: (Ω pleased with)

[personal profile] graveflowers 2013-06-08 01:08 am (UTC)(link)
I can teach you.
graveflowers: (smirk.)

[personal profile] graveflowers 2013-06-08 04:45 am (UTC)(link)
Don't worry, I have a profound amount of hope.

[ Also the way she takes advantage of every opportunity presented to her should totally go in the report Kat gets, consider her squire is basically a dog with a bone.]
graveflowers: (Ω exuberance)

[personal profile] graveflowers 2013-06-08 04:08 pm (UTC)(link)
So we're just gonna hang out here... Partying with the dryads, sipping nectar and sweet tea and making daisy chains...?

[There is something in her tone that sounds just a teeny bit like CALLED IT! You know, for the record.]
graveflowers: (Ω cheerful)

[personal profile] graveflowers 2013-06-08 09:20 pm (UTC)(link)
[Whatever, she has the maybe of Carnivale to tide her over.]

Just tell me what to do, Capitan, and I'm there.
graveflowers: (Ω ah i see.)

[personal profile] graveflowers 2013-06-09 09:08 am (UTC)(link)
I kind of like orders, actually, stops me from getting distracted.

[Like so...]

Hey, are you the one that is going to report back on me to Kat? 'cause if you could not mention the whole crying in the middle of a mission thing, that would be super.
graveflowers: (Ω looking up to)

[personal profile] graveflowers 2013-06-09 08:26 pm (UTC)(link)
[She opens her mouth to retort that showing it is, but stops herself, mouth pressing into a confused line. Romans didn't show weakness, that is what got them killed -- or worse, their companions.

Old habits.]


Okay.
graveflowers: (Ω calm.)

[personal profile] graveflowers 2013-06-10 12:46 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah, okay, but there is a difference between compassion and sniffling all over the seedlings. Look at you.
graveflowers: (Ω soft smile.)

[personal profile] graveflowers 2013-06-10 02:17 am (UTC)(link)
But you're not.

Okay, obviously you are, that's sort of obvious. [She huffs out a frustrated noise.] But you're like a lesson in paying attention to the person you're talking to.

[Words. What even.] Look, if I had to chose who to have my back and the choice was me, the apparent princess who cries in the middle of missions or you? I would pick you.

And not just because of the physical impossibilty of having my own back.
graveflowers: (Ω expectant)

[personal profile] graveflowers 2013-06-10 03:55 am (UTC)(link)
Well, good. Thanks.

[She nods once. And then she is just at a sad loss for what to do next.]
graveflowers: (Ω thinking about it)

[personal profile] graveflowers 2013-06-10 03:24 pm (UTC)(link)
[She goes to do just that. Well, she takes her converse off first. There is only so long she can go without taking her shoes off, it was bound to happen.

But then she calmly swans off to the dryads. Bring her your tired, your poor, your tired masses yearning to breathe free...]