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

♬ 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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If they catch me on my mid-battle smoke break, I just might.

[She blows smoke over her head and sighs.] You know it's a statistical improbability that everyone's gonna come back from this. Doesn't that just depress the fuck out of you?

I'm sort of trying not to think about it, hence the tequila shots.

[Of which he throws back another.]

But yeah, someone we know it dying for sure. [As he grimaces through the burning sensation, and sets the glass back onto the bar so that it can be replaced with another.] Could even be one of us.

[Wow what a fucking uplifting conversation. Debbie Downer and co. keeping it practical over here.]

A few more vodka collinses and maybe I will. Or not. I have an active brain. You can't turn that shit off.

[no wonder andrew called her morbid.] Could be. Unless we get crap jobs, like getting the snacks or watching the plane.

[She would freakin' love a crap job at this point.] Which let's be honest, I might get that job. You, not so much... But I think you have a decent shot.

Wow, thanks for the vote of confidence.

[Like was that shit supposed to be uplifting? Because it wasn't.]

They're probably going to use most of us as cannon fodder anyway.

[Meaning, the squires who had no business there whatsoever.]

Cut me some slack. If you want uplifting, go to the Tongue. I'm future Hoard. We just lay out the facts.

[100% unapologetic.] Nah. They'll use the old knights for that. The future belongs to the young. When they all die, the squires inherit the castle.

Good, because some of these decrepit assholes need to retire already.

[Seriously when your face starts resembling your sac, what's even the point anymore.]

Anyway, after pouring my heart out to the boss, he'll probably be looking out for me.

[He nat 20'd that shit ok. And it was Backstreet Boys. It's safe to say Adam is drunk.]

I'll be sure and put in a good word for you, don't worry.

Edited 2014-09-15 23:36 (UTC)

You better. I was the inspiration behind that tearful soul-wrenching performance.

[She snorts.] Maybe we'll be made Dragon's Claws.

Ohhh myyy fuckingg godd. [He's not even slurring it, he ain't that far gone. But like, apparently the idea is just so amazing that he feels the need to overemphasize every word in that statement.]

How badass would we be though? [Like why weren't they Dragon's Claws already tbh.] We're totally walking away from this shit with a promotion. You just fucking nailed it.

[She clinks her glass against his.] Down with the old, up with the new, Slick. There's your silver lining.

[Suddenly she's JLaw, I guess.

/takes that from Astrid too.]

[His dick is in so much peril rn udek.

But he's tossing back another shot like cheers bitch we're gonna be rich and famous.]

Seriously though. I'd make so many changes for the better. Pink slips for days.

Who would you fire first? [She taps her cigarette ashes into the empty shot glass again.]

Uh, let me count the fucking ways. This vampire prick named Damon, for one. I'd give him the boot in the middle of the day and watch his ass fry.

[You fuck with my friends, I fuck with your life basically.]

Then there's this asshole named Jaime. Knight in shining douchebag type. Emphasis on the douchebag. His ass would be gone so fucking fast.

[He pauses for a second like gurl we should make a burn book, then thinks better of it.]

Bandit the raccoon. Or maybe I'd just force him to get his shots and subject him to group therapy.

[Motioning for another shot keep 'em coming you lazy ass barkeep.]

Plus all the geriatric types running around with scrotum neck and barking orders at everyone like the first stages of Alzheimer's haven't set in.

What about you?

Edited 2014-09-16 05:25 (UTC)

[See Bambi was about to say ASTRID FUCKING MADCHEN, which would have been terrible, but she gets stuck on the raccoon, as most people do, and ends up gagging on her own cigarette smoke.]

I'm sorry. Did you say something about a fucking raccoon? I thought Astrid was roofied at Starbucks and talking crazy.

[Small world, I guess. :')]

Nope. That little fucker attacked me and everything. Hence the sentence of rabies shots and anger management.

[And Bambi... does not make the connection between "Astrid's boyfriend got attacked by a raccoon" and "Adam got attacked by a raccoon."(wis 8) She assumes raccoons are attacking everyone.]

Jesus fucking Christ. Okay. I'd fire whoever brought that thing in here for starters.

Aw fuck it. I'd probably fire everyone who wasn't attractive or useful. [She extinguishes her cigarette.] If I'm a Dragon's Claw, I'm allowed to be a shallow bitch.

That's like eighty percent of the people who go here. I like the way you think.

[He will drink to that too.]

Plus anyone who gave us lip. We'd rule this castle with an iron fist.

[Because Wynn wouldn't still be their boss or anything. Shh, don't ruin his buzz.]

Like freakin' Stalin, man.

[Because that's such a great image to aspire to... She seems to realize this.]

Okay, maybe not like Stalin. We are going into battle to overthrow the communist regime of Soviet France.

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