briefing ♔ there's solace a bit for submitting | to the fitfully cryptically true

[wynn]

WHO || Wynn, Solace, Thoster, Faith, Phineas, Ruvaen, Sydney, Lissa [Closed]
WHAT || Massachusetts Mission Briefing
WHERE || Knights HQ, the Round Table room
WHEN || July 12th, shortly before 10am
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. Solace is already there, waiting patiently in a seat directly to the right of where Wynn usually sits.  

Comments

[bluffcheck]

[Faith now ranks amongst Thoster's favorite people for how well she just got the last of the girls on board. He pats her arm fondly before grinning at Phineas for their evil plan working out so well.]

I'll leave the picking to my good friend, I think. Phineas! Where shall we go?

[lastdragomir]

[Lissa laughs softly and shakes her head, hanging back a little for Sydney so neither of them have to walk alone. Because she is a nice vampire, ok.]

[celerystick]

[Sydney looks over at Lissa as the girl hangs back for her, but she can't help the nervous flutters in her stomach.

She can't help but know what she is. She knows the markers all too well.]

You're a Moroi, aren't you?

[She blurts it out. Wow, awkward.]

[lastdragomir]

[Lissa stiffens, eyes going a little wide. Sydney isn't Moroi, she isn't Dhampir, she isn't Strigoi -- she is just human, Lissa can tell. Her voice is low and confused when she answers, trying to keep it just between them.] Yes. How do you know?

[celerystick]

You don't remember the Alchemists, do you?

[She taps the tattoo on her cheek lightly.]

[lastdragomir]

[She shakes her head slowly, the other members of their party forgotten. She's remembered more than everyone else so far so this is very awkward to her.] No, I don't.

[celerystick]

That's okay. We're kind of on a need to know basis. You might not have known about us at all.

[lastdragomir]

What are you? Why -- [She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. Now is not the time to discuss it.] Can we talk later? [Her eyes cut to the other members of their party.] In private, please?

[celerystick]

[She seems to have...realized her mistake, and she nervously nods.]

Right. Of course.

[lastdragomir]

We should... [She nods to the rest of the group, a smile (false) lifting her lips as if she and Sydney were just doing some girl talk. (Bluff 17) They should keep up appearences, basicallly.] Catch up.