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

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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!

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[he passes the bottle back, and starts digging around the desk.] They probably have it on record somewhere ... what's your name?

Uh, Fiona. [ yeah, that's it ] Fiona Jane Tollins.

[search ... 11??? is that enough to find room assignments??? idk probably. bcuz i said. /best rper.] Oh, here it is. That's not too far from mine, I can show you where it is ... if you're interested.

You mean, if I'd prefer a bed over this stone wall and floor? Because yes, yes I would. [ she slowly begins to pull herself up ] Or are you asking if I'm interested in your accompanying me? [ she raises an eyebrow his way as she stumbles a bit, but finally manages to find her footing ] Because, to be honest, that was the part I was most looking forward to, Mr. Invincible.

Oh, right! [he snaps his fingers] That's who you are! Fel — [NATHAN YOU JUST LOOKED UP HER NAME. IT WAS NOT FELICITY.] —iona! [feliona?????] Fiona! I remember now.

[ she laughs, clearly not offended. i mean, she has the memory of a fish, so who is she to judge. ] Been told I'm pretty unforgettable. Besides, we did have wild monkey sex in public, so... that's gotta be worth something, right?

Oh, yeah, definitely. Sex was great, could never forget that. I'm just rubbish with names, that's all. [he gets up from the desk so he can take her to her room.]

I suck at remembering... pretty much everything, so I feel ya there. [ she moves to follow him, managing pretty well on her feet, despite severe intoxication (balance 14) ] Some kind of wish, or curse, or something. I'm a little foggy on the details.

I wished for In-N-Out and you made me a line cook! It was horrible. But ... on the bright side, I did have enough In-N-Out to make both myself and my lemur very, very happy.

[ she remembers the lemur (wis 18)!! really, how could she forget a lemur?? well, the mention of one, at least.

...and she remembers everything else about that day now, too.

She laughs for about thirty seconds, as the memories flood in. at least he looked hella cute in that fry-cook uniform that smelled like French fries. ] It was a good look on you, okay. And yeah, free food is always worth it.

So, what have you been up to since then?

Oh, not much. You know, reading books about lemur care, manning the front desk, building molotov cocktails ... all in a day's work, really.

They make books about that? [ she shrugs... pretty exaggeratedly b/c drunk ] Guess they probably make books about pretty much everything, though, right?

And, hey! What's the deal with making cocktails you can't drink? [ she looks almost betrayed here ]

I like blowing stuff up! Not to be racist, but I'm Irish, it's kind of what we do, yeah?

Hey, my best friend is Irish, too! [ said in a 'isn't that cool??' way, b/c she's definitely not offended... by anything. ever. ] Can't say she has a predilection for blowing shit up, but I don't think she'd be against it, either.

Maybe she hasn't found the right thing to blow up. It's not like I did shit like this back home. [oh look, they're at her room. he tries the door — is it locked???] But I had to pick a weapon to specialize in. Throwing bricks at windshields wasn't going to cut it.

[ door not locked, thank god, b/c she would never remember a key. ]

I just like... punch stuff. [ she holds up her fists in his face as he's trying to work the door, but doesn't actually move to hit him or anything (suprising b/c she's very drunk and that would be hilarious to a drunk person). ]

Oh yeah! And magic, spells and shit, duh. [ and she opens her fists, and idk cast faerie fire simultaneously b/c that's a drow thing. so now there are little purple and green and... blue?? lights floating around them ... but mostly in his face at this point. ]

[then wheee! they can go inside. but ... they aren't. or at least, nathan's not, because he's busy trying to bat away the faerie fire like it's little fireflies all up in his face. because he's an idiot.] The fuck?

[ she laughs at his attempts to dispel the lights, reaching out for his hand to drag him away from them ... except they follow her, so his confusion isn't anymore likely to dissipate than the lights are.

after she pulls him inside, though, she closes the door, and now they have all this romantic~ faerie fire around them, casting a warm, colorful glow on the room. ] It won't hurt you.

Magic's fuckin' weird. [<- a true romantic over here] Then, I guess, who am I, saying magic's weird when I can survive being blown to bits? The whole world's fucked up.

Being blown to bits would be fucked up. [ romantic or not, she still using his hand to keep him close ] Have you had that happen before?

Oh yeah, loads of times. I'm fine now, though. Obviously.

All in one piece, and everything seems to be in... working order, last I checked. [ she smirks, giving him a quick once-over with intrusive eyeballs ]

Do you want to ... double check? One more time for the road, maybe? [he grins. /goes from having none of the sex tonight to ALL OF THE SEX???]

Well, I hope it's not the last time. [ she grins widely, pulling him closer ] You are immortal, after all.

You can have as many repeat performances as you want. [yowza, he's gonna put his arms around her.] Consider yourself the lucky owner of an all-access pass to my cock.

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