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

[nepotism]

There we go. Fuck those guys.

[pathology]

[snort.] Totally.

sobs his account expired. dw has a mean sense of humor.

[nepotism]

So uh. How's the Light treating you?

:'((((

[pathology]

It's ... okay? I mean, I really like the work I'm doing, that's cool and all, but sometimes it feels like ... high school clique bullshit because I don't do magic. [shrug.] But that's whatever.

[nepotism]

Sect drama, huh. We don't get too much of that in the Hide, really. There aren't a whole lot of varying philosophies on how to effectively punch the other guy.

[pathology]

What about the people who use guns or explosives?

[nepotism]

You're killing my metaphor here, Smalls.

[pathology]

[she grins brightly like that is her fave thing to do.] It was too easy!

[nepotism]

You're a vicious opportunist.

[pathology]

I know. I'm pretty sure that's what makes me so great.

[nepotism]

For what it's worth, I rank it among your better qualities.

[pathology]

You should tell me about my other better qualities.

[a+ plan to distract fred from his kat manpain tbh.]

[nepotism]

We'd never get you out of the restaurant again, if your head were too big to fit through the door.

[pathology]

Um, wow! Rude much? There's probably a spell for that.

[nepotism]

Do you know magic? Cuz I sure don't.

[pathology]

I threw a ball of acid on a door lock once ... like, with my brain. So I don't know.

[nepotism]

Not sure if impressive psychic prowess... or drugs...

[pathology]

[such a face.] It wasn't drugs!

[nepotism]

I dunno. Admitting it is the first step, you know.

[pathology]

Everyone else saw it, too! Not drugs.

[nepotism]

[ he chuckles again, and then idk their food arrives yaay. fred thanks the waitress, and tucks his napkin in bibstyle. ] Looks awesome.

[pathology]

Uh-huh. [she is already adding french fries to her salad. so much style and class.] Awesome.

[nepotism]

Hey, uh, Astrid?

... Thanks. For this.

[pathology]

What? Uh, it's no problem. Don't even worry about it. [aggressively sprinkles salt on her salad to avoid looking at him/having feelings.]

[nepotism]

I really needed to get away.