briefing ♔ just caught in the undertow

[wynn]

  Au Revoir - OneRepublic

WHO || Wynn, Buffy, Myri, Finnick, Spike, Kat, Gar, Archer, Des, Rafael, Fred Jr., Dumage  [Closed]
WHAT || Andres Mission Briefing
WHERE || Knights HQ, lobby etc.
WHEN || August 14th [forward dated]
HOW || Actionspam. Single thread, don't worry about maintaining tagging order.

Ceding to the demands of psychotic despots isn't exactly something the Knights prefer to do.

Perhaps this is why Wynn has taken his sweet time in arranging the group that Dimitris Sarandis has insisted on speaking with, the 'only ones' to whom he has agreed to deliver his demands for the safe and secure return of Dragon's Claw Sir Thomas Bancroft.  The meeting is finally scheduled, and as promised, Rafael has flown in from America to participate, picked up by Des en route to the castle.  Kat, Myri, Buffy, Finnick, Archer, and Spike had one of Myri's 'family failboat dinners' together, and as such, have wandered out of the dining room together in the direction of the lobby after Buffy received a text from Rafael that they were there.  Raf and Des are just pushing open the doors as they make their way across the tiled floor.

Comments

[slay]

[ It’s hard not to feel somber with the briefing slated and the flight booked.

With the journey finally on their doorstep, and everything that has transpired since the wedding, Buffy can’t bring herself to truly smile when she spots them. She does, however, surge forward to pull both Des and Rafael into a hug at once, shutting her eyes and squeezing them close. ]

Hey.

[ When she pulls back, she rubs their upper arms and turns back to look at the others, the sad smile she’d mustered fading fast. With everyone here, she supposes, it's time. ]

[nothingsodivine]

[OH IT'S HUG TIME NOW. Des looks startled for a second, but since it's been awhile since he's seen Buffy, he wastes no time in throwing an arm around her and squeezing.]

Hey yourself, Blondie. [He pulls back and gives a half-hearted wave to the rest of the group.] Guess D-Day's at hand, huh?

[romanticidal]

[ rafael returns the embrace without the hesitation, seeming almost relieved by the contact. he draws away, all black suit and dark demeanor, and it's impossible for buffy to have missed the distinctive impression of his guns beneath his suit jacket when they hugged. ] It is better than waiting forever, no?

[bigbad]

[Spike leans back a little cause wow this better not turn into a group hug but good it didn't last this is acceptable.

He looks over to meet Des' eyes.]

Well, I see you've managed to not die in the past few weeks. Good work.

[witchwoman]

[Myri gives Spike a light smack on the arm.]

Stop that. [She doesn't really mean it. She's glad to see more of them in one place again. Being back at the castle is nice, but it makes everyone start to scatter. Pulling more of her family into one place makes Myri feel safer. It always will. Even while facing a challenge like the one looming before them.]

[shootfirst]

[ kat is one of the only ones who doesn't look solemn here ok, she's ready to go kick some asses or whatever. diplomatically. sure. ] I don't think he had much to be afraid of in his hotel room.

[ she nods at raf and des ] Sup, guys.

[nothingsodivine]

[Des gives both Spike and Kat flat looks.]

I go off on my own for awhile and what do I come back to? More of this crap?

[AT LEAST HE SOUNDS IN GOOD SPIRITS ABOUT IT. He's on Team Let's Kick Ass... Diplomatically.] Can we make with the briefing already?

[slay]

Were you really expecting anything else?

[ She slaps a hand against his shoulder blade and then proceeds down the main hall towards the portrait that hides the round table room, deciding she'll be the one to get things rolling since Des is kind of right on that front. ]

[wynn]

[ well, she intends to do that, at least. but when they turn around to exit the lobby, they actually see wynn and dumage walking together from one of the side halls, and they pause as they come across the others, bringing any motion to a halt. wynn's hands are clasped behind his back and their conversation halts he looks over the assembled. ] Ah, good. You've both arrived. Without any trouble this time, I trust?

[nothingsodivine]

The kidnappers of the world called in sick for the day. [He gives Wynn a vague salute.] Boss-man. Sticks.

[postergirl]

[ dumage frowns in annoyance at the nickname, examining her nails and folding her arms ] I can't say I really envy you lot, walking off into the lion's den. Are we really certain Thomas is worth all this?

[witchwoman]

[The playful chiding Myri gave Spike melts away the moment that Dumage speaks up. Bitch, can you not??? Every time Myri thinks about trying to be friendly with the abrasive woman, she proves exactly why that would be a terrible idea.]

He is, yes. [Said to sort of imply that maybe Dumage isn't...] What sort of knights would we be to leave one of our own behind?

[isisagent]

[Archer was about to agree with Dumage, but he can't ignore an opportunity to jump on the insult train.]

Yeah. [He folds his arms, attempting to look stern... but he doesn't really have a follow-up;] Uh... stupid. Besides, I'm pretty sure people aren't "worth" anything anymore, technically speaking. Unless you can own slaves here in this world.

[He looks at Wynn, honestly curious.] Can you? I never bothered to check.

[bigbad]

[Spike frowns at Myri because Dumage is definitely worth it, wow. But then... Archer opens his mouth, and... seriously, can they leave him behind?]

Lucky for you, we're going to Andres Island. You might find out first hand. I'm sure someone'll be happy to tell you how much you're worth.

[Spike's guessing... not much.]

1/2

[wynn]

[ wynn ignores all your bickering/pontificating on the legality of slavery to look over the group and ask: ] Do we know where Sir Gar is?

[postergirl]

I thought I saw her last in the library. Where else would she be, really?

[slay]

That was kinda my assumption when she missed family dinner.

[ she looks at kat expectantly.

because, you know. lesbians. ]

Where else does she go?

[65]

Someone could always call her. [come on now y'all it's the year of our lord 2014.]

[wynn]

I have to stop in the library before we proceed either way. Come. [ he picks up the pace again, crossing the lobby to head down the opposite hallway ] We have some maps of Andres Isle, as compiled by Sir Chessing and Sir Bancroft, that you'll do well to familiarize yourselves with.

[nothingsodivine]

I thought we were just going to talk to the bastard. Simple in, simple out. You expecting it to go pearshaped that bad, Wynn?

[Not that Des expected it to go easy, but seriously. THIS IS A DIPLOMATIC MISSION.]

[slay]

No one told me this mission was gonna have homework.

[ Her nose is crinkling and she's looking up at Rafael like any chance you're good at map-reading because I'm just here to hit things and someone in this marriage has to do the navigating or we'll never make it to Myri's shower on time. ]

[witchwoman]

It's unlikely that Sarandis actually intends to hand Sir Thomas over. This is a trap, a game he's playing... And that place is not one you want to get lost in.

[hi PTSD flashbacks, we sure missed you.]

[nothingsodivine]

Except this is supposed to be a peacekeeping mission- one he can't play innocent about if Knights start disappearing. Is he really the type to pull a stunt like inviting everyone to a wedding and murdering half the guests?

[He shakes his head.] I won't deny there's something shady as fuck as about all this.

1/2

[wynn]

Ostensibly, you'll be going to Andres to hear Sarandis' 'demands', as it were. In reality, you'll be doing reconnaissance, for our next move. We need to get a clearer read on the population of Andres, what they stand for, how many support Sarandis and how many harbor resentment towards his reign. [ he leads them into the library, passing belle at the desk with a nod, and heads towards one of the smaller side rooms where the maps are stored. ] Jack and Thomas couldn't afford to expose themselves, but you'll be in a unique position to interact with some of the inhabitants of the island--

[rationalizes]

[ not about angels - birdy

wynn cuts off abruptly, freezing in place with either hand on the doors he's just pushed open. his entire body stiffens, eyes widening as he stares at the scene in front of them.

various books and notes are strewn about on the tables, opened and abandoned, next to a single lit candle that burns and fills the room with a strong scent. tangled together on the velvet couch that serves as a centerpiece for the reading room, gar is all but on jack's lap, hands gripping at either side of his loosened collar, his tie hanging slack from where it was fumbled open. the sound of the door opening causes them to break off the heady kiss they were engaged in, and they both turn to stare in shock at the crowd now gaping in on them. gar's jaw drops open, all the color draining from her cheeks, while jack can't tear his eyes off from wynn's frozen aspect.




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