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!

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[beatupgrass]

[....]

...Yes?

[(bluff 13???)]

[ex_psionic439]

[And in strolls Adam, who glances at Rocket like sup before double-taking.]

Holy shit, it's Bandit the raccoon!

[Yeah he named your fuzzy ass back when Stiles alerted him of your existence.

And out comes the phone to snap chat this shit.]

[pathology]

Liar! [SENSE MOTIVE 27 FUCK YOU SIR.

then adam's here. HEY BOO.] Isn't he adorable? He helped me find the condom basket!

[beatupgrass]

[YEAH, WELL, SO'S YOUR FACE.

It doesn't matter because his honor is being impugned. EXCUSE HIS LOOK OF EXTREME ANNOYANCE.]

Bandit?! [He's not touching the raccoon thing. Even though the word made him twitch violently. It's so hard to hate your own species, okay.]

[pathology]

Well, I did kind of catch you in here stealing stuff...

[beatupgrass]

That is in no way the point. I got my own name.

[ex_psionic439]

[Meanwhile, Adam is just like--]

See, I fucking told you!

[Because he totally predicated they could catch this bitch by stalking dumpsters and shit.

Yeah, this snap is for Stiles.]

[pathology]

Uh, no you didn't. [whatever. to rocket:] Okay, what is it?

[beatupgrass]

Rocket.

[He doesn't even try to pretend that name is so much better than Bandit. IT'S STILL HIS NAME. HE PICKED IT OUT HIMSELF.]

Wait. What did he not tell you? [OH MY GOD YOU BITCHES.]

[ex_psionic439]

[Okay, that's all Stiles is getting because Adam sends that shit and tucks his phone back into his pocket.]

I was talking to someone else. He wanted to set a trap for you, but I told him that you were probably too smart for that and we just needed to catch you somewhere you could like, steal and hoard shit.

[Building you up before tearing you right the fuck back down I guess. But Adam is like chinhandsy right now.]

[pathology]

Oh my god, leave him alone. Look how fucking precious he is! I'm giving him a medkit.

[beatupgrass]

[Meanwhile, aforementioned "precious creature" looks like he's trying to avoid having a small aneurysm. He reaches up instinctively, realizes his gun is not where it usually is, clenches his disconcertingly human-like hand into a fist...

...And then he bodily hurls himself into Adam's stomach with enough force to probably knock him the fuck on his ass. I just don't know. (atk 26, dmg 6)]

HOW'S THAT FOR SMART, LITTLE MAN?!

[ex_psionic439]

[And suddenly Adam is falling on his ass because this rabid little fucker just tackled him for no fucking reason what the hell, bro. At least he didn't try and claw his dick off but whatever.

As soon as Adam is able he is trying to give this bitch the migraine of his life but apparently Rocket has a will of fire because that shit is COMPLETELY NEGATED despite the sounds of a bunch of creepy, deep whispering voices like they're taking a stroll on the LOST island.]

What the fuck!! Don't make me call animal control!!

[pathology]

HEY! Knock it off!! [NO FIGHTING IN HER MED CENTER. she tries to kick rocket off her bf with an a+ str roll of 10. she ... sure did try.]

[beatupgrass]

[WOW THAT SURE WAS AN ATTEMPT, but Rocket seems less interested in mauling Adam to death as opposed to growling in his face like BITCH WATCH YOUR MOUTH.

He has sort of... hit his limit. And while Adam's really just a minor infraction, it's coming on the heels of some grimly tolerated verbal abuse on top of the less tolerable but otherwise impossible to combat abuse on Andres.

Basically, Adam picked the wrong time to prey on Rocket's insecurities.]

D'you think I'm here for your amusement? Is this all a big joke to you? Is it?!

[ex_psionic439]

[ s o r t o f ]

Okay, for real though, breath mints are a thing.

[pathology]

[she swoops down to pick the scalpel up off the floor and stick it against rocket's little raccoon neck in one swift motion. shit just ... got real??????] No one is fucking laughing at you, you little psychopath! Now get the fuck off my boyfriend. This isn't fucking Oz.

[beatupgrass]

[well.

that worked.

Rocket goes eerily still and then he slowly backs away from Adam (but mostly the scalpel), expression going from enraged to something not... entirely unlike suppressed panic.]

That precious enough for you? [There's still some bite in his words, but it's... barely there. Just enough for him to pretend like he didn't just get... mildly triggered.]

[ex_psionic439]

[Don't trip over that half chub as you're backing up, Rocket. Astrid was really hot when she was threatening to end things that weren't his dick ok.

But once he's able, Adam climbs back to his feet like he didn't just get punked by a small woodland creature.]

You know, for a raccoon, you've really got some issues.

[pathology]

Yeah, let's ... leave him be. [now that that's over, she grabs adam's arm. and the condom basket.] We've got stuff to do.

[and then to rocket, like that shit DID NOT JUST HAPPEN AT ALL] Are we still going to blow stuff up later?

[beatupgrass]

[Staaaaare.

And he's just gonna flail his arm in the universal "FUCK Y'ALL I'M OUT" gesture and walk away.

IT WASN'T A NO????]

[ex_psionic439]

[Peace out, bitch. Adam doesn't even wait for Rocket's little furry ass to skitter out of sight before he's all up in Astrid's business. He ain't even gonna ask about this talk of terrorist bombing. Fuck you all his girlfriend is hotter than yours. She earned it ok.]

[pathology]

[walking the fuck away with adam ok.] So that was weird, right? Talking raccoon. I feel like a Disney princess. If my Disney movie was really graphic and violent and disturbing. [a beat] Oh, I'm Jessica Rabbit!

[ex_psionic439]

Does that make me Roger? Or just mean we get to fuck like rabbits the way everyone else is doing?

[pathology]

[she laughs.] It could be both! Do you want to do that for Halloween? Think about how awesome we'd look. [well ... how awesome she would look. shhh.]