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

[nepotism]

♬ 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!

Comments

jaina solo ♔ (ota.)

[flyingsolo]

[ this is all feels disturbingly familiar in her bones. worse, it feels right on some intrinsic level, the upcoming battle giving jaina a sense of purpose that she didn't know she was capable of.

in the early morning hours the next day, she can be found meditating on the roof. this doesn't last for long, however, as hours later, she's already in the training room, running through a number of stances, battling dummies, and looking grim as hell. ]

[ex_noble101]

[Aedan doesn't spend all that much time on the roof, but he's constantly in the training room so it only makes sense that he would see her once she's relocated there. He watches her for a moment, just idk wiping down a dagger or something before she's paused to catch her breath or something so as not to interrupt.]

Would you care for a partner who hits back? [She didn't look all that open to small talk, but given the way that she was beating on those striking dummies, he supposed she might like the idea of smacking someone as opposed to something around for a while.]

[flyingsolo]

[ she stops, and offers him a grim smirk when she sees who it is, lowering her sword and twirling it idly at her side. ] Did you mean you? Because as memory serves, I'm not sure how often that's the case.

[ex_noble101]

[Okay, so not only did he set himself up for that one but he walked right into it too. Touche, Jaina. Touche.]

I'd like to think I make a better opponent than a striking dummy, at least. I do have my pride, you know. [Plus she would be actually hitting back this time.]

[flyingsolo]

I'll try not to bruise it. [ she nods to the sparring circle ] Shall we?

[ex_noble101]

Unless you had something else in mind. [Oh lawd, here we go. But maybe she will appreciate that she can wipe the shit-eating grin off of his face with her fist or whatever they were doing this with as he steps into the circle. Especially since his unarmed skills are really sad.]

[flyingsolo]

Well, I was thinking swords, but...

[ex_noble101]

[That definitely was not the something else he'd been referring to, but swords worked just as well.]

No more flinging me clear across the room? Or just slapping me across the face, as it were.

[She kind of had that one coming after throwing him under the bus regarding his pulled punches tho.]

[flyingsolo]

[ she grins a little, obviously pleased that he's giving her shit back ] No promises.

[ex_noble101]

Would you care to start us off? [He's nothing if not a gentleman ok. :')]

[flyingsolo]

As long as this isn't a freebie, Cousland.

[cuivre]

[He finds her in the training room, watching her for a few brief moments from near the door before he speaks up.]

Hey.

[flyingsolo]

[ she turns to look at him, wiping sweat from her brow as she looks him over ] ... Hey.

[cuivre]

I take it you're going?

[Either that or she can't and she's taking out her aggression on the dummies, but he's guessing he's right.]

[flyingsolo]

Wouldn't miss it. [ she turns to get in one more jab, huffing out a breath to blow hair out of her eyes ] It feels ... right. Going out there. Doing something.

[cuivre]

You know, ever since I joined up here, I wanted to be a part of something big like this. Now that it's here, it's kind of surreal. Almost like I feel shitty for wanting it.

But yeah, you're right. Someone has to do something. Why not us?

[flyingsolo]

Are you worried?

[cuivre]

I'd have to be a little crazy not to be, right? It's not just about me, after all. Any of us could be the one that goes down.

[flyingsolo]

Wow. The optimism never stops around here.

[cuivre]

It's a war, Jaina. It's not gonna be sunshine and rainbows.

[He's worried about her, okay. :|]

[flyingsolo]

No, it's going to be death and horror and orders and flying by the seat of our pants.

I know that, whatever else I've forgotten, as well as I know my own name. I think it's where I came from.

War.

[cuivre]

So yeah, watching people die ain't very high on my wish list is all I'm saying.

It's one thing to stop some crazy ghost from terrorizing a neighborhood or stop a rampaging monster.

Just...don't get yourself killed.

[flyingsolo]

Did you think I was planning on it?

[cuivre]

Pretty sure no one plans on it.

[:|]

I'd...miss you if you were gone. [A beat.] A lot.

[Miles you are bad at this. Only charming when it's not srs bzns time.]

[flyingsolo]

Yeah? [ a little smile curves her cheek, as she looks him over, amused, but not at his expense. ] A lot, huh?