mission ♔ dare we live without molds?

[koraith]

WHO || Koraith, Tia, Fredrick Jr., Vanille, Andie, and Riddick [closed]
WHAT || Arrival in the capitol city; attempting to infiltrate the palace
WHERE || Milosogoraht, Slovechnia
WHEN || Sunday, Feb 26th, evening
HOW || Actionspam - single thread only please! No tag order.
MUSIC || ♬ Breach Birth - Chevelle

The violent atmosphere surrounding Slovechnia's capitol city made it impossible to land anywhere nearby without the plane being in danger of being attacked. Instead, the Knights arrived last week several cities away, and were met there by a few Knights who had remained stationed in the country to assist with the refugee movement. Over the past seven days, they've helped transport the team to the capitol, so that they might avoid roadblocks, government checkpoints, et cetera. There hasn't been a great deal of comfort provided on the trip, and reports given from the city of Milosogoraht have been less than promising.

It's probably no surprise, therefore, when they finally reach the city, that there appears to be some kind of violent protest going on in the streets. Traveling in the back of an armored van, it's possible to look out through slits in the side and see the huge crowds, yelling in Slovechnian, chanting and screaming, clutching children to their side. The city is caked in snow, and most people don't seem to be wearing clothing sufficient to protect them from the elements. A couple men in army jackets stand on top of crates with megaphones, seeming to rouse up further unrest with whatever words they're shouting. The truck grumbles through at a careful pace, not wanting to run over anyone in the crowded streets by accident. The goal is to get them as close to the castle as possible - which unfortunately rests at the top of an incredibly steeply inclined path clogged with members of the angry mob.

Koraith opens the window to the cab of the truck, mumbling to the driver to not stop the vehicle, no matter what. Which is all well and good until objects start pelting the side of it - followed quickly by the sounds of actual bodies hurling up against the side of the very slow moving truck.

"They're going to breach," Koraith says, his voice grim but determined. "Riddick, Fredrick, Tia... if you would be so kind as to try to provide us the cover necessary to reach the castle gates?"

Comments

[nepotism]

[The shouting only makes it all that much worse, angry waves of foreign yelling, cries of desperation, taunts and who knows what else. Riddick's got that one side... entirely taken care of, and Fred paces the other, slamming the hilt of his sword down upon the fingers of the first hanger-on, and then whapping the flat of the blade down on their head, hard. It's enough to dislodge them and as he turns, raising the weapon again, a few more rethink whether or not he's willing to run people through or no.]

[koraith]

[Koraith's massive girth takes up a large amount of the back, but he keeps pressed against the window so he can talk to the driver, keeping an eye on the boys' progress.]

I suppose moving faster isn't an option...?

[telekinect]

Koraith [her voice has a distinctive low warning tone] now is not the time for being so damn polite. [She fixes him with a glare and then turns and raises a hand. A member of the mob who had been perching on several barrels, preparing to jump into their trunk from above suddenly finds his stand crumbling out below him, as the barrels go flying apart in all directions. They roll through the crowd, and the chaos distracts several other would-be attackers.

Tia looks more grave than smug about it, however.]

[oerban]

[Like Andie, this is all a bit much for Vanille. The noise of the people around them is getting to her, and she reaches out to grab hold of Andie's arm, her fingers lightly curling around the other girl as best as possible.

She lets out a soft gasp and mutters to herself, something about being safe and back at the castle soon. She glances over at Koraith and Tia, grimacing as she hears the barrels go all over the place.]

Moving faster is a really good idea! We can do that now, right? M-Maybe we can just ask them to calm down, and they'll listen and go away. No one needs to get hurt.

[She looks over at Andie, leaning in to whisper:]

Right?

[asap]

[Andie is glad that Vanille's there to be terrified with her. If it were all these people fighting and Andie all alone cowering she'd feel... so weak and useless but now at least she's not alone in the weak and useless section.

She frowns at Vanille's question because right now talking it out? Seems like an awesome idea.]

They don't... seem big on listening. I like faster, though! Can we go faster? I go faster than this in my sleep!

[nepotism]

[Fred kicks someone right in the chest as they almost climb onto the back and then turns around, booming towards the cab:] You heard the ladies. STEP ON IT!

[telekinect]

[The entire van jerks abruptly, sending some people staggering (Balance check of at least 13 to stand). Tia topples forward, almost pitching off the back of the truck and manages to grab onto Fred just in time. She shoots him a glare as she pulls herself erect, clinging to his lapels] A little more warning next time?

[nepotistic]

Hey, you're the mind reader, aren't you? Didn't realize warning was all that necessary.

[lightblindbadass]

[Riddick makes his balance check, standing there more solidly than a rock ever could. Yeah. He reaches over to Tia, helping her back in the truck as well so she and Fred both don't go falling out of the vehicle, then turns back to his section.

Suddenly there is a large pole with a wicked looking blade on the end being thrust through the fabric of the wall, catching Riddick in the arm as the truck gives another lurch. He takes 10 damage to the arm, ouch. It manages to impale him through the bicep and he growls out a curse as his arm, and subsequently his body, is jerked towards the wall.]

Motherfucker!! [He goes to grab for the top bar of the van ceiling to prevent himself from being yanked out of the vehicle but his hand misses, flailing in a wide arc.]

[asap]

[Andie... sure got a natural 1. She tries to stay standing, overcompensates, and goes flying towards the group that's fighting towards the back, flailing wildly as she tries to catch onto something and stop herself.]

[lightblindbadass]

[Annnnd she just so happens to grab a hold of Riddick's own flailing arm. He grips her hand tightly, letting out another grunt of pain as the spear in his bicep gives another huge jerk.

With a sick popping noise his arm is quite obviously yanked out of joint and he lets out a close-mouthed, muffled yell of pain, the hand in Andie's shaking with the effort of not getting yanked out of the van and not letting go of her either. He looks over to Fred, his face contorted in anger and pain as he yells:]

Take her, now!!

[oerban]

[And as things shift and Andie goes flying, Vanille does the logical thing and drops to the floor, covering her ears. She lets out a shout, entirely freaked out by all of this.

Why did she agree to help these people out, when she can't even be brave enough to stand up on her own two feet?

She has half a mind to just roll her way out of the van and run off, letting her new friends (yep, you're all her bros now) not have to carry her weight. But as she hears Riddick call out for someone to take Andie, she moves to sit up just enough to catch her.

Arms outstretched she flails a little, trying to maintain her balance while sitting on her knees.]

Over here!

[koraith]

[Koraith is as solid as a very large rock through all this, because let's face it, he pretty much is a very large rock...]

We're nearly there! Hold on! [s-so reassuring...]

[telekinect]

[Tia manages a wobbly walk towards Koraith's end, stepping up on his leg like a mountain goat so she can see over the top of the front of the truck. She raises a hand and her forehead scrunches as she holds it palm outwards. The gates ahead begin to rattle, and then abruptly slam open, bending slightly. Like Magneto's on the team. Aw yis.]

Don't slow down!

[nepotism]

[Fred moves to the girls as well, putting an arm around both of them as well as he can, and glancing back over his shoulder at Riddick, eyes taking in the spear in his arm with concern, as he debates whether to stay with the girls or move to help him.] Riddick!

Oh the crit-fails of his life...

[notafraidofthedark]

[Meanwhile, as Andie is taken off of his hands and he finally grabs a hold of the top bar of the vehicle, Riddick very nearly Crit fails his Strength check. His grip is weak at best, the arm with the spear through it shaking and gushing blood, bent at an odd angle from being pulled out of socket. He heaves in a heavy breath and makes a visible effort to re-adjust his stance for better leverage.

However, he Critically fails his balance check. His knee bangs into the wooden seat beside him as the truck bumps along, causing him to stumble and fall onto the bench facing the cloth wall.

Fuck.

Then, as he tries to hang onto the truck, he also Critically fails his strength check.

Double fuck.

With a look of pure surprise on his face his already weakened hand slips off the bar with another jerk of the truck. It flails just out of reach of the bar for a moment before he is being yanked out of the cloth wall of the van, the arm with the spear in it leading the way.

He doesn't even have time to yell Motherfucker.]

[asap]

[Andie scrambles to catch him, but she's still recovering from her own tumble and fails her reflex check.] Riddick! [She looks around wildly at the others in the truck.] We need to get him back!

[nepotism]

No, you don't! [With a reflex save of 24, Fred's already practically sliding over there, arms wrapping around Riddick's waist as he slides. He slams a foot against the metal of the inside of the truck to stabilize and with a nat 20 strength check pulls the big guy's weight back inside, careful to keep him from landing on that speared arm and driving it even further into him]

[notafraidofthedark]

Graaaaaaagh!! [Riddick gives an almighty YELL as he is heaved back into the truck by Fred. He had taken a hold of the spear below where it penetrated his arm and with a yank fueled by pure adrenaline pulled it out of the hands of the fucker who was still holding onto it, running along side them.

He tumbles back inside, landing on the floor basically on top of Fred, the spear jutting out from his arm towards the ceiling. He takes a moment to try and catch his breath, moving sluggishly to right himself mainly because his hit points are draining from all this damage :/.

He looks down at the spear in his arm, then to his dislocated shoulder and takes in one...two...three deep breaths before taking a hold of his arm above the spear and popping it back into place, a grunt of pain coming out of him. Sometimes being double-jointed everywhere is handy.]

Motherfucker he breathes out lowly, before looking back to Fred. ] Thanks.

[telekinection]

[Annnnnd they drive wildly through the gates, the edges of their truck scraping against the metal and rattling things a bit, which sucks for Riddick's wounds, but they're still through. Tia waves a hand and they slam shut behind the truck, at which point, they're free of the teeming crowds, and heading up a winding hillside path. She settles back against the back of the truck with a sigh, closing her eyes for a moment in relief, before looking around]

Everyone okay?

[asap]

Uh huh. [Andie's eyes are wide, and she's sort of incapable of doing more than sitting there for the moment. A moment for Andie passes pretty quickly, though, so she'll be all right.] Are we, uh. Gonna have to do more of that?

[koraith]

Hopefully, the worst is over.

[notafraidofthedark]

[Riddick grunts at Tia's question, slowly climbing back onto the bench seat and holding onto his arm, glaring at the spear still sticking through it.

He debates whether or not to yank it out or wait till they actually arrive at the castle, buuut he's pretty woozy over here now and he got a really shitty Fort Save of 8. Wtg Riddick so he just leans back a moment, taking in deep breaths while trying to stop the spinning in his head.]