nepotism: (cuz i like some suffering)
Fredrick Jr. ([personal profile] nepotism) wrote in [community profile] knightsoflegend2014-09-02 07:05 pm

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!
beatupgrass: (✘  this may be the best surrender)

[personal profile] beatupgrass 2014-09-14 05:18 am (UTC)(link)
Don't tell me that, man. I hate this magic crap. [He reaches over and tips the empty glass over for the sake of... doing something. He's definitely looking pretty hazy.] Terra's backwards enough and then- oh then... then you gotta add magic to it. We got shit nobody can explain out in the galaxy, but we sure as hell don't go around talkin' about wizards and mages doin' spells.

[said the space raccoon.]
bigbad: injuries (So we remain the same)

[personal profile] bigbad 2014-09-15 03:19 am (UTC)(link)
I think magic is the explanation in this case.

[Wow, that is one drunk raccoon. Maybe Spike shouldn't have gotten him fey wine.

Nah. He's ok with this.]
beatupgrass: (✘ i see...... a room.)

[personal profile] beatupgrass 2014-09-15 03:26 am (UTC)(link)
[That is so deep, Spike. Rocket flops forward and puts his head on the bar. Whhhy is everything moving.]

D'ast it. I ain't cut out for this freakin' planet.
bigbad: (till the other end of time)

[personal profile] bigbad 2014-09-16 06:05 pm (UTC)(link)
[Spike looks down at him, than up at the bartender.]

...don't let him get fey wine again. He can't handle it.
beatupgrass: (✘ i don't think i'm tall enough either.)

[personal profile] beatupgrass 2014-09-16 06:10 pm (UTC)(link)
I can handle it fine! [EXCUSE YOU. His head comes up again... though with some effort. HE'S NOT THAT DRUNK. REALLY. YOU HAVEN'T EVEN SEEN HIM DRUNK.] I ain't no lightweight.
bigbad: injuries (Deface it just because we can.)

[personal profile] bigbad 2014-09-16 08:36 pm (UTC)(link)
You sure about that? You're not very big.
beatupgrass: (✘ i'm no stranger to sarcasm sir)

[personal profile] beatupgrass 2014-09-16 08:52 pm (UTC)(link)
[he plants his little paws on the bar and forces himself (with unsteady feet) to raise up to his full height while balancing on the barstool. (Balance 17 and even with a penalty... it's probably enough to keep him from falling over.)

That will save from earlier doesn't mean shit when his pride is at stake.]
Barkeep. Hey. Don't listen t' him. [Lord that was a little slurred.] He don't know what he's talkin' about. Get me another. I'll show 'em lightweight.

[you had to insult his Napoleonic pride, didn't you, Spike?]
bigbad: injuries (Can you lie next to her)

[personal profile] bigbad 2014-09-16 09:20 pm (UTC)(link)
Don't be a stupid git. You're practically falling over.
beatupgrass: (✘ does it mean something sexual?)

[personal profile] beatupgrass 2014-09-16 09:35 pm (UTC)(link)
[Wow you're officially the worst drinking partner ever, Spike. Fortunately for everyone in this bar, Rocket doesn't have his unfeasibly large gun. Unfortunately, he does have unfeasibly large muscle with him.

He glowers at Spike and then yells (loudly).]


Gr- Drax. Get over here and take care of this chump so I can drink in peace.

[You know he's drunk when he... forgets Drax is not Groot. And probably doesn't respond to his orders. Also that's just really sad. he misses his treeperson. SHUT UP.]
bigbad: (if I could be free)

[personal profile] bigbad 2014-09-17 05:17 am (UTC)(link)
[The muscle-bound behemoth straightens from where he was drinking and comes over to them, looking at Spike impassively. "What is he doing?"]

[Spike, meanwhile, looks delighted.]

Someone call Barnum and Bailey's. I think I've found their runaway tattooed man.
beatupgrass: (✘ hike up your knickers fellas)

[personal profile] beatupgrass 2014-09-17 05:49 am (UTC)(link)
[Spike, you can insult him- which admittedly is a terrible move on a good day- BUT ONLY HE GETS TO INSULT HIS FRIENDS. Rocket bares his teeth in a snarl and moves to...

you know when you're really hoping for a crit fail and get a nat 20, instead.

that happened.

Not that it does any good, because Spike has hella damage reduction anyway, but ENJOY THE FUCKING DRUNKEN RACCOON HURLING HIMSELF POINT BLANK INTO YOUR TORSO BITCH. (it's nine damage, but i am p sure that doesn't touch his damage reduction so idc)]
spinerip: (did u say friends)

[personal profile] spinerip 2014-09-18 03:24 am (UTC)(link)
[The impact is surprising enough for Spike to go sliding towards the back of his stool, though he doesn't outright fall off (balance 12). He's laughing, though. "Come on now, Muscles, keep your raccoon on a leash!"

Drax reaches down one massive hand and pulls Rocket off of Spike (str 13).]


How many beverages have you imbibed?
beatupgrass: (✘ it's like ten bucks to get in)

[personal profile] beatupgrass 2014-09-18 03:48 am (UTC)(link)
[/doesn't even roll an opposed strength for that, because Rocket wasted all his strength hurling himself at Spike's body like a furry missile and he's probably slightly dazed.]

One. One. [There's a note of hysteria in his voice that... only comes out when the alcohol has hit him way too hard.] What? I'm not allowed to get good and soused on what might be my last night on this freakin' planet? Before I willingly walk back into that place and see if they wanna have a few more go-rounds with my insides. Screw that. I don't wanna go back. Don't make me go back.

[Yeah, that is one

drunk as fuck hysterical raccoon... who will be over this when he sobers up, but right now the alcohol has hit that corner of his brain that lets everyone know he's one fearless little bastard and he is having a moment.]
Edited 2014-09-18 03:48 (UTC)
spinerip: (abs like armor)

[personal profile] spinerip 2014-09-20 08:42 pm (UTC)(link)
[Spike's expression softens a little. He can understand far too well how Rocket's feeling right now. Just because he's suicidally stupid doesn't mean he expects other people to be.

Drax isn't paying attention to Spike, though, who seems kind of irrelevant to the situation. Instead, he carries Rocket out of the bar.]


I'll bring you to the room where they keep the dangerous explosives. You'll like that.
beatupgrass: except humiliation and ridicule (✘ you don't get anything)

[personal profile] beatupgrass 2014-09-20 08:56 pm (UTC)(link)
[Rocket stops struggling and hiccups in a decidedly racconish way that he will vehemently deny happened like he will vehemently deny the last twenty minutes happened.]

Don't patronize me.

[He said, half-heartedly, but he totally wants the dangerous explosives. He's just gonna be a sullen child about it right now.]