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

[oftheband]

So who said it had to be him?

[sorceresslite]

Three rounds of rocks, paper, scissors. I lost. [ she makes a face. you know what she doesn't want to be talking about, edain??? this. ]

[oftheband]

You should say bollocks to that and just go. Don't see a chain around your wrist.

[sorceresslite]

Could y'not be an arse for five minutes? I was feelin' fond and then you opened your mouth. [ so stop with the words. ]

[oftheband]

[ well what do you know he

does stop ] You were, were you?

[sorceresslite]

Marginally. Very slim margin. It's only since you might die. [ harsh realness with elinor. ] If you want to cash that kiss in I might not punch you in the cock.

[oftheband]

Well now. What kind of man would resist odds like those? [ he doesn't even hesitate, just takes two long strides towards her, hooks a hand around the back of her head and crushes her mouth to his. s-so gentle. ]

[sorceresslite]

[ luckily the idea of romance makes ella's skin crawl so the lack of overtures and straightforward quality to edain's kiss is fine with ella. she doesn't react at first, just a passive participant.

but then she shifts forward a step, arms lifting to curl her fingers around his biceps and hold herself up. surprise, she was only fighting it because she's stubborn as fuck. ]

[oftheband]

[ his dex is a 16, so despite the potentially crude delivery, he actually... is a great kisser, surprise. there's a hungry, unrestrained edge to it, as if he's going to take advantage of this in case it does cost him a punch in the dick. when he finally lets her go, his lips crack apart in a grin, eyes raking down over her openly in the small space between them. ] Knew that fire in your tongue would be good for somethin'.

[sorceresslite]

[ she swears softly in her lilting native tongue, making the vulgar word sound sweet. her fingers tighten against his arms, a tiny jolt of bright blue electricity sparking from her fingertips. maybe it's static electricity. maybe she actually just electrocuted him. WE JUST DON'T KNOW. we know. she did it on purpose. accidentally. her emotions did it on purpose, her brain did not. ]

Shut up. Did I say I was finished? No. [ so come back here for more dex 19 kisses. ]