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

[romanticidal]

[ ♬ please remember - leann rimes

he ducks out ahead of her, and most of the walk is going to be in silence, lbr. heavy, layered silence. there's an extra quantity of hyper-awareness of each other's presence, what with all this romantic tension bubbled so close to the surface, but since his hands are too full to fight back to do anything anyways, he makes no contact with her until it's actually time to hug her goodbye, for which he sets down his gun case, wrapping one arm tightly around her, not seeming particularly fond of the idea of letting it end. ]

As soon as it is over, you must let me know. [ he turns and brushes a kiss to her temple finally, as if that's what can give him the strength to disentangle himself, and looks at her once more sadly as he says: ] Goodbye, carina.

And good luck.

[slay]

[ will save 18.

She shuts her eyes to hold back tears brought forth by the finality of it. Tongue pressing past to lick her lips, she turns her head and brushes her forehead against his, lingering close for a moment to bask in the intimacy for a moment longer. Finally, she straightens up, pulling back and letting a ghost of her smile brush over her lips. ]

You'll be the first to know what happens.

[ Reaching out, she squeezes his hand, then forces herself to step back, releasing him and turning away all at once — because if she wants to summon up the energy to disentangle herself, she must move decisively. She can't allow herself hesitation, or she'll lose the strength to walk away.

Pushing through the crowd, a few tears finally slip down her cheeks and she makes no move to wipe them away. ]