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

Alcide Herveaux | open

[ex_redxiii705]

[Alcide probably arrives that next morning or something, because he booked a flight back to London as soon as he retrieved word of what was going down and this is the only chance at an intro he's getting. But he's probably hard to miss given that he's like six foot five, covered in jeans and flannel, plus built like a truck. And he's probably bumping some country music the minute he's able to settle in at all. Just what the castle needed rite.

There's still plenty of time to bump into him outside too because he will probably go for a run in his wolf form or something. That's what weres and shifters do after they are stuck on an airplane for x number of hours I guess. So if anyone is hanging out in the woods for whatever reason, they might spot a big-ass white wolf with glowy eyes tearing through the place. Or maybe they catch him after he shifts back, at which point he's completely naked yolo.]

[impetere]

[Cora's gotten used to the idea that the animals wandering around in the woods aren't exactly animals. Which is cool, considering she was out there living with them for a month. She's out there again tonight, sitting cross-legged in the little campsite that Gus had made up for them when she sees the white wolf she hasn't seen before.

Scent isn't really giving her much other than "wolf" (survival 8), so she can't tell if he's a druid like Gus or a werewolf, but that's no reason to not be friendly. Her eyes flash gold in response before speaking.]

Hi.

I need to upload a wolf icon, let's use our imaginations for now.

[ex_redxiii705]

[Well if her scent hadn't gotten his attention, that tell-tale flash of gold in her eyes certainly did. Alcide pads on over toward where she's sitting. He considers shifting back briefly, but he's not so sure she'd appreciate that sort of eye-full.

Instead, he flops his furry ass down in front of her, his eyes steadily glowing with that same gold she'd flashed just a second ago, and tilts his head with a sort of growl-whine like who are you? Because there weren't so many other wolves here last time.]

[impetere]

[Luckily Cora speaks wolf. Sort of. Native werewolves can speak wolf and there was that one time when Gus got her to chill out when first met him and he was in wolf-shape, but she still hasn't really gotten a handle on how that actually works from her end, if there's not an angry druid yelling at her from the other side.

But, she can hazard a guess. She's a new wolf on what's probably his territory.]

I'm new. Just got here a couple months ago.

[ex_redxiii705]

[He figured. She didn't exactly look the part of a seasoned veteran. Then again, if she'd smelled like anything other than another werewolf than appearances wouldn't really have mattered.

He nods behind her, where there just happens to be a folded up blanket or something. It's not like they were in the middle of nowhere out here. But if he wanted to be an active participant in this conversation, he was going to need to shift back.]

[impetere]

[She glances back to the blanket he indicated, before nodding and unfurling it, unwrapping it over the wolf's shoulders. She remembers how this worked with her mom, and taking your clothing with you was not really an option. Then she inches back and turns her body a bit.

It's one thing to not be body shy, it's another to not really know what's going to come out the other side when he shifts back.]

[ex_redxiii705]

[That would be a mountain of a man crouching down where the big ol' wolf once sat, for the record. And although he isn't body shy (he's been shifting since he was little), he knows that not everyone is so accustomed to seeing a near stranger completely naked.

Once he's able, he pulls the blanket tighter around himself, so that she's not being bombarded with anything she'd rather not see.]

I wasn't expecting to find any other weres out here. Not too many of us last time I was around.

[impetere]

Really?

[When he speaks, she assumes it's safe to turn around, and she appreciates the consideration for her delicate teenage sensibilities and ... wow he is gigantic. Not a bad thing, but not really what she was expecting either.]

There's at least two more, last I checked.

[Which would be Jackson and her brother Derek.]

[ex_redxiii705]

[He doesn't look all that enthused by this news. Mostly on account of his own experience with werewolf packs. He just assumes the worst at this point. Though if she were any indication, maybe he was wrong.]

They happen to be around the same age as you?

[impetere]

[For Cora, pack is everything, but she hasn't had one in a really long time. She's getting used to having other wolves around, period, but she's considering it a good thing. So far most of them haven't been dicks.

Except for Jackson, on occasion.]

One is. The other is older, but not a lot.

[ex_redxiii705]

[That was actually good to hear. Not that he's keen on running around with a bunch of kids, but if they were still younger that meant they were less likely to be completely fucked in the head like just about every other werewolf he'd ever met.]

My name's Alcide Herveaux. [He manages to snake an arm out of the blanket without flashing her, so that he can offer up his hand.]

[impetere]

[Oh, there's still a good chance of being fucked in the head, but possibly in not quite the same ways. Still, she reaches across to shake his hand.]

Cora Hale.

[ex_redxiii705]

Pleasure's mine, though I wish it were under different circumstances. I take it you all are aware of what's going on?

[impetere]

[She nods a bit.]

I'll admit, it's not really what I was expecting when I decided to join.

[ex_redxiii705]

I don't know that anyone was expecting it would come to this. [The possibility had always been there, sure. But war was supposed to be a last resort. Given all that had happened though, it wasn't like this was a decision being made lightly.]

I realize it ain't proper to ask a lady her age, but you seem a little young to be caught up in a war. [Which makes him a little more apprehensive about the whole thing than he already was.]

[impetere]

I'm seventeen.

[Just to be clear. So yes, she wouldn't even be able to be legally drafted if this were the states, but at the same time.]

And it's not the first time I've been caught in the middle of a war.

[lurings]

[ abigail came out here to have a good time (get away from people) and she's feeling very attacked right now.

or at least her eyeballs are.

attacked with six foot five inches of glorious muscled and very, very naked man. she yelps and jumps back, holding out her hands like she can personally cover up his junk or at the very least get it directly out of her line of vision but that ain't working out too well because he is, you know, and her hands are very tiny. ]

Oh my god, you're naked.

[ well spotted. ]

[ex_redxiii705]

[Well at least she's still having a good time rite...

But her reaction doesn't even startle him, really. He's so used to this sort of thing by now. Doesn't make it any less awkward when someone reacts that way, but what was he supposed to do? He was she he'd left his clothing right here, but he was still naked so obviously he was wrong. :/]

You happen to see a pair of jeans lyin' around here by any chance?

[lurings]

No. [ wait. she will... try to look around while not... looking around. (spot 17) squinting, she moves one hand from blocking out his manly bits (which still doesn't work because gd herveaux) and points behind him. ] They're over there. Why are you naked?