knightsoflegend | debriefing ♔ in the emptiness there's a solution

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debriefing ♔ in the emptiness there's a solution | just look within yourself for absolution

♬ locking up the sun- poets of the fall

WHO || Wynn, Buffy, Myri, Finnick, Spike, Gar, Archer, Des, Vi, Rafael, Fred Jr., Dumage, Mark, Rocket, open! [Closed]
WHAT || Andres Mission Debrief & Aftermath
WHERE || Knights HQ, lobby etc.
WHEN || September 18th [forward dated*]
HOW || Actionspam. Single thread, don't worry about maintaining tagging order.

There are plenty of missions that return to the castle a success - most of them, even. The defeated air of the solemn group that returns from their diplomatic mission to Andres Isle to hear the demands of dictator Dimitris Sarandis makes it quite clear that this wasn't one of those.

Starting with Sarandis' actual demands - for all Knights to withdraw from Andres under penalty of death, or for Wynn to offer his own head in return for Thomas' safe return - and ending with the unexpected, disturbing confession from Kat that she intended to stay behind on the island because she had "fallen in love with" the dictator, the events of the island made it very clear that Sarandis was cannily playing his hand to get the Knights where he wanted them.

Fred Jr. shoves open the doors with his unnatural strength, stalking in ahead of the group into the lobby. Whoever's on desk duty isn't going to have to roll a high wisdom check to see that these people are pissed... and distraught... and a myriad of other emotions on the bad end of the scale.

*I am changing the date of the briefing log and Andres log/live session to have taken place in September, to avoid us being in backdated hell forever, and to allow for a September squiring ceremony before apps are closed. Carry on... in the future!

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[Yeah, he needs the reassurance, because he is a self-conscious fucker deep, deep down, so the look she gets in return is nothing short of pure gratitude as he wraps his arms around her waist and lets his cane slip from his hands. This is going to be a terrible decision later. But he doesn't care.]

I love you, Belle. [And now for the kissing. And this would be a great time to remember to shut the door, but whoops. Gold sure rolled a 7 wis. He doesn't care. LET THE WORLD WATCH. THEY WERE GONNA HAVE SEX IN THE LIBRARY. DO YOU THINK HE CARES.

He doesn't. He's just gonna start kissing Belle intensely, moving one hand to trail through her hair while the other stays at her waist.]

[ surprise means he offers negative resistance to that, but even once he pushes past being thrown by it, his hands come up to cradle her face, and he returns the kiss with a possessive passion of his own, an acknowledgment of the promise between them - that they'll both make it back to each other. he pulls her closer, stepping into her, blind to whatever else might be around them. ]

That's what I meant!

It's not that far. I took a day trip like, once, took a lot of pictures while I was on the tour, and now I have ammunition forever. I even brought different outfits and changed my hair a few times for the pictures. Not that they'll ... ever notice, but whatever.

Edited 2014-09-29 20:44 (UTC)

[ perfect. she pushes up on her tiptoes, hands shifting to his waist, curling her arms around him underneath his jacket. she doesn't need the extra height, she just wants to be that much closer to him. breathless from anxiety and fear mingling with desire, she wrenches her lips from his with a noise of regret and genuine distress, swallowing hard because she sure remembered they're tonguing in the middle of the hallway. i tried to write a decent tag and failed. whoops. ]

Max, we...

[ ♬ more than this - the cure

holding his eyes the way that she is, it's impossible to miss the tiny shift of recognition there, something clicking into place with the words and gesture.

she's told him point blank that she loves him before, and he's said the words back with simple confidence, but the fine razor edge between one kind of love and another has always obscured the meaning of that particular confession, and also his understanding of it. it's hard to say which was more or less painful - if he'd meant he knew she loved him romantically, and felt the same, but still wouldn't press things forward for one reason or another, or if he honestly saw their friendship as strong enough to toss the phrase around without having romance even figure into it. or maybe it wasn't either - maybe he didn't feel the same, or maybe --

well, with them, there was never any shortage of maybes.

for a moment now, however, the maybes seem to disappear. there's very little room for ambiguity in her statement, even from the rafael giovanni school of wisdom checks. his mouth opens very slightly as if words are looking to pour out, but vanish the second they hit his lips. there's a softness to his gaze, but also a small degree of sympathy, of doubt, fear even. but none of those things completely dilute the fondness either, the understanding of what she's saying and an acknowledgement of the pain lying at the heart of her dramatic confession.

he seems to get it. on a profound shared level, he gets why this is killing both of them right now. but getting it doesn't change the reality of what this is, either. what circumstances have brought them to.

a good-bye. ]

Carina... [ the word seems a little breathless, and also, quite simply, miserable. there's a weight of impossibility in the air, a sense that this moment serves as a representation of all they have to look forward to if their hearts stay on this track - duty or destiny pushing them in opposite directions. his fingers curve against her arm, as if gripping it a little more tightly could possibly change that, could give him the time he might actually need to ground himself here.

but that's it. that's all he can say. that's all you get. ]

Not worrying at all leads one to overconfidence, and then one makes foolish mistakes. I'd say I'm just worried enough.

[ Even if that hasn’t always been the case, by now, Rafael is an open book for her. Watching the pieces finally click into place causes her heart to skip, jump, tighten in her chest painfully, wondering what his expression will finally settle onto. Now that the words lie between them for judgment, for reaction, she can’t hide under any easy misinterpretation.

Now, everything could change.

Except that it won’t, and it can’t. This changes—them. Being together, being able to touch and confide and—For the foreseeable future, that ends. Buffy can’t see beyond the dark shadow of Andres on the horizon. They only have this moment.

For the first time, seeing his surprise, watching him recognize what she really means, it hits her. He never knew because he could never imagine knowing. All of his gratitude, his warmth, his awe at her care and affection, even believing her to be his friend felt like too much, like more than he deserved.

The small moments come back in a rush. It never occurred to him to look for more, to believe that it could be more, because he could hardly believe himself deserving of her friendship. How could he think that she might love him, having seen what he is? Every dark and dirty part of him—that she would even choose his friendship had stunned him, that she might choose to love him not in spite of those things, but in part because of them must have been—

The single word draws her attention down, and for a moment, her gaze lingers on his lips. When she leans forward, the movement only happens above her shoulders, and she stops herself after mere millimeters, drawing in a sharp, fluttering breath and blinking rapidly. Her gaze leaps back to meet his, searching his eyes as if she hopes to find some reassurance in them. Instead, the cool sting of his doubt and fear hold her back. ]

I’m not asking you for anything.

[ She reads into that fear, that doubt, and draws her own conclusions about how he plans to meet her admission. Rather than suffer any discouragement, she preempts the very same. Raising one hand to cover his, she squeezes it, raises his palm to cup her face, taking the comfort that she needs from it. Slowly, she shakes her head, gaze dropping for only a moment before it returns to his face. ]

That wouldn’t be fair.

[ None of this, though, has been fair to either of them. Tongue darting out to wet her lips, she seems to hesitate on whatever more she might mean to say. There can be no follow-up if they have no future, and Buffy makes no guarantees of that. Instead, she begins to turn from him, releasing his hand: his flight won't wait for them to stare into each other's eyes. Won't wait for them to give last words and final yearning looks. ]

[ tia lifts her eyes to helen's, with a grateful air, the smile coming a little easier as she reaches for her hand. ] I can see the teacher in you too.

[ the cane thumps against the carpet as she returns the kiss, the soft sound drawing a smile up her lips as she pulls him closer-- but then she gets a great wisdom check and has images of astrid trotting by the door tossing condoms through the crack, i guess, so she pulls away just enough to give him a saucy smile and push the door closed, backing up against it and raising both eyebrows, biting at her lip suggestively, before reaching out to grab either edge of his suit jacket and draw him back in slowly for another embrace.

sorry, astrid. ]

[Crap. Okay so the next part was going to be harder to go into.]

Your dad was taken. And a nurse from the hospital- Melissa McCall. [Because he remembers her even if he can't remember Scott.] And I think... I think my dad maybe? Him or Scott. Because when I try to remember more about who was taken, it goes kind of foggy. So I think it was one of them.

You and I were trying to find them. Some ritual that was supposed to help us figure it out. We got dunked into these ice baths and that's... the last thing I remember.

[Faye's quiet for a long beat, focusing on the table because it's very interesting. She and Lila don't talk about feelings. Not on purpose. And when they do it's sort of explosive. Now really isn't the time, but that's the problem, isn't it? There's a very good chance that there would never be another time. One or both of them could not make it back.]

It fucking terrifies me- the idea of losing you.

[And Emma and Gold and... too many others. But Lila was at the top of the list. Lila had started the damn list.]

[ ok that shit... gets a smile ok ] Wow, you... actually went there. I was just kidding.

I'm definitely on the 'too worried' side of things. I just don't really know how helpful I can be out there. But I want to help. I need to.

Um, yeah? I'm very thorough. [also she is smiling too.] I could be a secret agent on top of a doctor. That's how legit I am.

... my dad? [He must have come back from France at some point. She swallows, trying not to be concerned with something that hasn't happened -- yet. Or maybe it's happening now, either way it's too confusing for her to really settle on how upset she's meant to be about this information.

Maybe it's all happened and she just doesn't remember it.]

Melissa -- that's Scott's mom. If it was my dad and Scott's mom... it would fit to the pattern of groupings if it was your dad, too.

What sort of ritual requires an ice bath? [She didn't get the memo about dunking Isaac in the tub of water to make him remember Deucalion's place. She just went off solo style and tracked down the bank logo on her own.]

They make books about that? [ she shrugs... pretty exaggeratedly b/c drunk ] Guess they probably make books about pretty much everything, though, right?

And, hey! What's the deal with making cocktails you can't drink? [ she looks almost betrayed here ]

I like blowing stuff up! Not to be racist, but I'm Irish, it's kind of what we do, yeah?

Let me give you a little more, then. [He smiles back at her, then leans in to kiss her.

And for the record?

He's damn good at it (dex 20).]

[That draws a laugh from her.]

Oh, I'm not so sure about that. And I can say with a great amount of certainty that my two current squires would disagree. Or at least wouldn't say it so fondly. One of them called me a granny not too long ago.

[Not important really. She squeezes Tia's hand.]

We'll be alright.

And if they disagree, we'll just leave them on Andres.

[REALLY FINNICK??? IS THAT REALLY WHAT YOU'LL DO????]

[as will is coming by the front desk, he decides to have a word with one of his fave adopted teenagers.] Hey, Stiles. Holding onto your phone? [it's a joke bcuz of the time will was working the desk and stiles came back to the desk to look for his phone. HAHAHA SO FUNNY WILLIAM.]

[ Oh you know, fan bloody tastic. War tends to make you feel that way.

Only that's not what he says. ]

Oh you know, never been better. And you, Helen? [ he looks almost concerned, but then, well, war is concerning so it does that. ]

[He shakes his head. He's not so full of himself that he'll make her, or the cleric, go to that extra work. He can walk.]

It's fine, Lilchka.

[The cleric will probably ask questions, too, so there's really no point, anyway.]

We should go to them. The less time we take of theirs, the better.

[Totally nonchalant, okay. He takes a small step closer, getting a little invasive on her personal space.]

Pretty much more than anyone else here.

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