CLOSED ♔ don't know what the country's coming to

[behindcloseddoors]

♬ on an evening in roma - dean martin

WHO || Rafael, Des, Buffy, their best pal in the world
WHAT || An unexpected incident
WHERE || Rome
WHEN || June 7th, 2014
HOW || Actionspam. Single thread.

Who knows how long unconsciousness has them all swallowed in its grip. But when it finally allows them to resurface, they'd notice the smooth motion of a car indicating they're... still riding in a vehicle. A wis check of 14+ might recognize it's a different limo, however, and it doesn't take a wisdom check to recognize that they are all crammed together on the same side of the seat now. With... hands cuffed to the seat between their legs.

Across from them, a large figure sits grinning manically... wearing a familiar gray cassock. Oh hi. :)

A single glance out the window at the bustling city outside is enough to recognize that is sure as shit ain't London. And Anderson will be quick to clear that up for y'all, waving one hand at the view.

"Well, now. I hope you all enjoyed your rest. Let me be the first t'bid ye welcome... to Rome."

Comments

[slay]

[ she lets out a shout of pain and hits her hands and knees, landing in her own blood. because this is the hellsing anime episode so there is just an unnecessary amount of blood everywhere. she has to take a shaky, deep breath to push back the pain and keep from passing out. goddamn.

weakly, she protests— ] Stop.

[ she pushes herself up off her hands to look at maxwell approach, blood running cold at the sight of the scourge. or maybe it’s just at the severe blood loss. who knows. ]

Dimitris Sarandis is working with demons and dark gods, and you’re worried about us? If you really believe Rafael is who you say he is, then maybe you should consider that you need him to keep an entire country from turning away from your God under Sarandis. [ it’s desperate, spoken through gritted teeth. her hands ball tightly into fists. she can’t watch this, she can’t. she has to try everything. even entirely divorced from her tone, the approach is desperate. she'd need to be to even discuss the fact that rafael was a political assassin, a'ight. ]

You can't kill him. [ because she can't lose him. she's not even trying to twist it into protecting the both of them, it's just rafael. she cannot stand here (kneel here) and watch them whip him to death. ]

1/a buttload idk

[sisteract]

[ yumie removes her sword from rafael because buffy won't shut up, and reaches over to grab her by the hair and pull her roughly upward. so she has to stand on her fucked up leg. owwww. ] You do not give orders here, heretic.

2/-

[zealotry]

[ maxwell smirks at that ] She is right. We are not here to discuss Sarandis, we are here because--

[ but he's cut off short by the sudden loud noise of the doors at the far end of the room grumbling open.

two swiss guards fall inside, throats cut, spilling red blood all over the vatican floor. a figure stands over them, in a brown hooded friar's robe, his features obscured. in either hand, he holds some kind of strange curved blade, dripping with blood. ]

What is the meaning of this?

3/4 FINE THEN

[contingency]

[ the figure doesn't offer a response, just merely looks up, face still shadowed, and drops both blades, which clatter to the ground beside the body.

and then he starts running towards them full tilt, reaching into his robe and drawing out two guns as he does so.

instead of firing them, however, he throws them so that they go skidding across the floor, where they land a few feet shy of where rafael is now uncuffed. special delivery. ]

4/4

[zealotry]

[ maxwell is so useful. he's a leader, not a fighter. so uh. he'll back up behind the rest of you. to lead. and point at that guy. ] Don't just stand there. Kill him!

[slay]

[ yeah wow this isn't looking good and buffy is doing everything she can to hold her weight on her uninjured leg because this is really uncomfortable. luckily, mystery man is here to the rescue and all it takes is one look at rafael's freed hands and the guns to know where this is going.

buffy can take a cue—and, honestly, she’s been waiting to do this for a long time. she’s forced to raise both of her hands to do it courtesy of the handcuffs, but she throws an elbow back into yumie’s face (atk 29, dmg … 8). ]

That’s for pulling my hair.

[ i believe that breaks any grapple she’d have so buffy can twist away now?? right ? ]

1/5

[romanticidal]

[ yumie releases buffy indeed, as rafael dives across the floor for both guns and twists on the ground to bring one up to bear on heinkel. he fires off one single called shot to her hand (atk 35- 10 called shot=25), striking the gun she's holding. she instinctively drops it at her feet. ]

2/5

[trumpcard]

Vhat?! [ heinkel can't stoop to grab the gun without provoking an attack from raf, so instead, she draws her other gun out of her robes and hesitates for a moment between whether to shoot raf or this new guy. but in the end she follows orders with a scowl and takes aim at the stranger. who she manages to strike twice, the second of which is a critical blow (43 dmg total). ]

[sisteract]

[ yumie isn't really as good at following orders, sorry. she angrily turns her blade on buffy, swinging it wildly and stabbing her once. (atk 25, 21, 13; 14 dmg) ]

How dare you, insolent pagan scum! I'll kill you!!

[nothingsodivine]

[GUESS WHO HAS A FEAT THAT DOESN'T GIVE HIM THE -4 PENALTY FOR FIRING INTO MELEE?? THIS GUY.

A shot rings out aimed for yumie (atk 27, dmg 7 if it hits) and lo and behold there's des. looking like he's seen some shit. possibly literally judging by the smell. and that might not be mud dripping from his hair.]

Did I miss the party?

[contingency]

[ des' bullet strikes, just as two more blades spring out of the stranger's sleeves as he charges straight towards heinkel, slicing at her with one that barely strikes as she ducks away (dmg 8) ]

[zealotry]

You! [ maxwell scowls over at des ] Where is Anderson?! How did you get free? [ anyway he is backing the fuck up towards the opposite side of the floor ]

[slay]

[ the blow from yumie staggers her, but a bullet rings out and buffy whips her head around to see where it came from, grinning when she spots des. the joy doesn't last long because she focuses on ... restraining and choking yumie.

she tries to throw a punch at first but, well, her hands are tied, cut her some slack (atk 17). then she goes to grab her, using the handcuffs to her advantage and trying to get both arms around yumie so she can use the chain to choke her (grapple 33 - improved, so no attack of opportunity fuckery, dmg 2). ]

[nothingsodivine]

Dunno. But if he comes to, tell him I want my gun back.

[deadpan.]

[romanticidal]

[ raf scoots back five feet as he takes another powerful shot at heinkel (atk 31, dmg 22) and then gets to his feet, his head turning to stare in shock at their friend. ] Des! [ that is all the great response he has to that ]

[trumpcard]

[ heinkel aims three more shots at the stranger as she backs away from him, even as she glances over at des and grits her teeth. ] Vhere is Anderson?! [ one of her shots strikes his shoulder (12 dmg), but he seems undaunted. ]

[sisteract]

[ yumie gags against the steel cuffs digging into her throat, and drops the blade to grasp at them. it clatters to the ground as she tries to slip it over her head but man her escape artist check was jack shit, so i doubt that did anything unless buffy's grapple was less than... 6 (unsure). she chokes out a gasped: ] He-Heink--el!

[nothingsodivine]

[Des looks eerily confident.]

Maybe you should be less worried about where Anderson is and be more worried about the guy who's actually standing here, 'cause I am having a very bad evening and that [he fires a shot at Heinkel (atk 26, dmg 6 if it hits)] should definitely [he fires another shot at her 24, dmg 6 IF THAT ONE HITS] concern you.

[contingency]

[ ♬ malaguena - brian setzer

heinkel turns her head at yumie's screams and des' bullets... and the stranger takes advantage of this to ram one of those blades through her throat. she starts making gurgling sounds of horror, blood bubbling out of her mouth, as the stranger shouts: ] Run!

[zealotry]

[ yeah fuck that bitches, maxwell is out. FULL RETREAT towards one of the side doors to go hide in anderson's skirts, where e'er he may be. ] You will pay for this!

[slay]

[ buffy doesn’t follow instructions well. on the other hand, this guy just saved their lives, so he probably has a decent idea of how to get them out of here. she still has to make sure yumie doesn’t follow them, though, so she sort of drags her along after maxwell and smashes her head against the nearby pillar (atk 29, dmg 8). and again. (atk 22, dmg 4 if that works.) ]

Run where?! You may have noticed, this whole place is swarming with guards. I hope your dashing rescue plan involved a way out.

[romanticidal]

[ "Not the front," says the stranger, shaking his head, and rafael glances back the way des emerged from, hesitating a moment. ]

The garage. Des, were they coming after you that way? [ he glances to the side where heinkel is spitting out blood, and with grim aspect, levels one of his barrels at the side of her head, and delivers a coup de grace bullseye shot (40 dmg). which makes the fort save dc... 50.

i don't think she made it, jim.

in other words, rafael casually blows her brains out the opposite side of her skull. and then looks back to des like it ain't no thing. WELL?? ]

[sisteract]

[ yumie watches heinkel's death with a horrified gasp... and then her expression darkens, going eerily calm as she says in a dangerous voice: ] You little bastards. You shouldn't have done that. [ and with a sudden burst of strength she tries to rip out of buffy's grasp again (opposed grapple 28) ]

[nothingsodivine]

[des looks pressed as hell about letting maxwell get away but rafael's gunshot draws his attention back to the fight at hand.]

They weren't coming after me at all. [he reaches up to run his hand through his hair and... yeah. mistake.

and oh yeah. the nun is pissed. he takes a step forward, holding his gun level on yumie but doesn't fire since... yeah. bad plan. but if she breaks free, he gonna pop her.] Stand down, sister, or you and your ladyfriend are gonna be a matched set.

[contingency]

[ the stranger heads to the door des came from to check down it, then turns and nods an all-clear. ]