Anastacia O'Keefe (
silvermaid) wrote in
knightsoflegend2013-08-26 05:12 pm
paris ♔ so you'll keep the world at bay | keep your secrets and your scars.

♬ The Storm - Boy & Bear
WHO || Anastacia, Christos, Faye, Aedan, Felicity, Taenya Farstorm
WHAT || The Knights travel to Paris, get some sight seeing in, and meet with the councilwoman.
WHERE || Paris, France
WHEN || August 26th IGNORE WHAT WYNN SAID ABOUT A COUPLE OF WEEKS, I DO WHAT I WANT
HOW || Actionspam
[ this post covers all events from the flight to paris through the initial meeting to get things rolling on the mission. there will be three relevant threads below, please wait for them to be posted to comment ♥ ]

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The Shadowkind you were planning to murder. [ she hums a thoughtful little noise as she moves forward a bit. her hands, one still holding her gun, splaying out like well, you know where this is going. but she elaborates anyway. ] You might not live that long, actually.
You missed the councilwoman with that poison, sweetheart, so you might say I'm invested in your answer. Because either way, if you put one hair out of line I will come back to your fair city and personally remind you that this was your one chance and you blew it. It will not be a gentle reminder. [ her silky smile has none of the fawning simper it had when they met at the office, but it's just as sweet. which somehow manages to be more disconcerting. (intimidate 35) she doesn't translate the last threat into english, though she paraphrases the rest of her answer. if that's not the plan, well. who cares. ]
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finally, she says, tightly: ] Well played.
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[ she doesn't have to guess which road they'll choose to take, ok. ]
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it's easy enough to see the ripples of their efforts quickly: the very next day, Elodie and the Mayor hold a press conference that's broadcast all over the news, where he delivers their mutual resignations while wiping sweat off his brow with a handkerchief, as the blonde woman stands in the background in silent, fuming anger, arms folded as her eyes scan the crowd.
christos drags a couple of them who were there that night along with to plant in the crowd, so that when her gaze skates across the faces there, she can see them watching, stone-faced, from within the sea of people. she even goes remarkably pale herself, and then excuses her way offstage, rapidly.
all that's left to do is say goodbye to taenya, who invites them up the day after the conference to express her gratitude, shaking her head in amazement as they enter. ] I don't know exactly what you did - and I'm not sure I want to - but thank you. It'll be nice to walk down the street without looking over my shoulder at night. I know the fight against men like him isn't over, but that's the kind of fight I'm equipped to handle. [ she opens a drawer and grabs a handful of buttons, which she drops on the table between them. ] I had my design team push these out last night. What do you think? [ the campaign badges are in french but they're easy enough to recognize for what they are, and they all sport her name. ]
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