knightsoflegend | briefing ♔ i will never know myself until i do this on my own

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briefing ♔ i will never know myself until i do this on my own

This is War- 30 Seconds to Mars

WHO || Wynn, Jack, Hasmed, Lis'sa, Dovan, Solace, Koraith, Christos, Tia, Nessa, Grant, Buffy, Myri, Finnick, Spike, Gar, Archer, Des, Fred Jr., Dumage, Mark, Alainn, Zero, Colin, Lan, Eric, Val'drin, Risa, Anastacia, Faith O., Max R., Belle, Kadir, Edain, Sydney, Zatanna, Aurelius, Jaina, Erky, Davin, Riddick, Jordan, Henry, Leia, Willow, Kate, Allison, Francesca, Bo, Han, Aedan, Rocket, Drax, Nathan, Maxwell, Sam, Faith L., Cora, Dimitri, Alanna, Jaime, Klaus, Gus, Andrew, Stiles, Lydia, Gold, Jackson, Adam, Miles, Penelope, David, Derek, Andie, Kali, Cara, Nels, Taradiddle, Abigail, Astrid, Bambi, Frankie, Rose, Helen, Alaric, Alice, Lissa, Alex, Emma F., Cordelia, Zoe, Sebastian, Malina, Alcide, Phineas, Fiona, Arthur, Faye, Mars, Kate, Lila, Jameson, Felicity, Thoster, Adi, Brantley, Hook, Emma, Eleven, Alisha, Will, Dean, Grimrot [Closed]
WHAT || Andres War Briefing
WHERE || Knights HQ, Round Table Room
WHEN || September 19th [forward dated]
HOW || Actionspam. Single thread, please call dibs in the dibs plurk!

On the eve of battle, an impressive array of Knights gathers in the Round Table room of the castle. The usually cavernous room seems tightly packed with this many bodies, and places at the Table are reserved for Wynn, the Section Heads, all those who have had any hand in the Talisman mission, including New York, and Christos, but who's going to argue with him, really. The air buzzes with a mixture of impending dread and on some fronts, excitement. It's hard to deny that there are those in the room who have wanted to make a move on Andres for years.

Wynn waits for the appointed hour, before nodding for the doors to be sealed and calling the meeting to order.

"Before we begin, I'd like to thank each and every one of you, many who have traveled an extensive distance at a moment's notice to join us here today. I understand that many of you have little idea what you have agreed to, but I hope that before the end of this meeting, you will come to understand what we are doing, and why it must be done.

Andres' Isle has been held under the sway of the man who calls himself their "Prime Minister" for nearly a decade. In these ten years, he has turned what was once an idyllic country steeped in tradition into a tightly controlled fascist nation disguised as representative of its people.

Andres is far from the only country to fall to such a fate over the course of history, and it has never been the prerogative of this Knighthood to enforce our own personal vision of some sort of world order onto any nation. We are protectors of justice, and our enemy has always been both that which comes from the darkest depths of Shadow, and intolerance and prejudice that stems from this world.

But Dimitris Sarandis has proven to be an exception, an embodiment of all the ideals we stand against, who has aspired to systematize the kind of violence and hatred that threatens the welfare of countless innocents under his rule. He has used his position to exploit Shadowkind on the island to the point of conducting torturous experiments on them, designed to help him accomplish his goal of forcibly enslaving non-humans, so that they may serve what he sees as the superior race of homo sapiens.

As if this were not enough, Dimitris knows of our existence, and wishes to tear down our organization, understanding that we pose a threat to all he seeks to accomplish. To this end, he has conspired against us, kidnapped members of our organization and subjected them to brutal and vile torture, and attempted to blackmail us through detaining Sir Thomas Bancroft and now Sir Samcelot, into complying with his whims - to leave his regime alone entirely, to turn over our most ancient, powerful artifact, and for me to submit to death at his hand.

Killing Dimitris alone will not stop the system he has created, and will not help free the people of Andres. Most citizens of the country remain innocent, terrified into compliance, or completely ignorant of what Sarandis does behind closed doors. These people deserve our help, and the only way to do so is to show them the evil that lurks at the heart of their government, gain their support in uprooting that evil, and assist them in stabilizing their country thereafter.

To do this, we will need to go beyond the usual parameters of our missions, with a militant, strategic push into the island designed to seize the castle, and take down Sarandis' rule." He pauses there, letting that sink in. "What I will not stand for is a callous attitude towards the innocents who we seek to protect on the Island, during this insurgency. Their safety will be paramount to our operation, and as such, speed is important to what we will be accomplishing. Dimitris expects retaliation, but he also underestimates our tactics. As such, rather than attacking the castle with an army, you will be deployed about the Island in a number of small teams, each with an objective that will help us cut off Dimitris from contact with his supporters, secure Sir Bancroft and Sir Samcelot's safety, free those who are imprisoned, and confront Sarandis, taking the castle in the process.

Details of these individual operations not withstanding, I imagine there are some questions. I open the floor to you to speak."

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[She doesn't need him to say anything, just the reassurance of that look (Sense Motive 15) sees a change in her (ws 9 ffs) as Rose swallows hard, no longer trying to stop herself from feeling too much and instead allowing him to see the absolute trust and faith she has in him. It's not something that can be earned overnight but comes from being tested, from never letting her down in a time when it feels to Rose like almost everyone who was supposed to matter to her had, intentionally or otherwise.

Her thumb skims his cheek before she lets him go, her eyes following the path he trails down her body and there's a look that's something close to awe (He got a Charm check of 29 its impossible not to be in awe), her heart pounding hard against her ribcage as between them, the last of her clothes are discarded.

When their lips meet again it's the final surrender, soft at first, tender in a way their earlier kisses had been and yet just like those the hunger grows and as the two of them can't roll a decent wisdom check between them (braintrust right here) all that's left is losing where she ends and where he begins. (Which Rose could probably do for the rest of the day cause her Fort Save was a healthy 29.]

[ with dean's 17, he can't make it nearly that long, but still keeps this up for a respectably impressive amount of time, ok. their confidence and straight-up skills in the bedroom would make this explosively amazing even if they didn't have the connection they do, but it's enough to push things beyond memorable, into the realm of intensely satisfying on several levels.

when dean's finally spent, he collapses back on the bed and draws her against his chest, breathing heavily, a half-lidded look of contentment in his eyes as he turns to watch her. he keeps one hand around her shoulder, and the other reaches up to brush some hair out of her face fondly. ]

You-- [ he chuckles breathlessly ] are somethin' else.

[While she may not be quite as breathless as Dean, #trollface, Rose finally gets a decent friggen Will Save to not be slammed with feelings of guilt the moment they're done (23).

Nestling against him, she tips her chin to meet his gaze, the soft smile that touches her lips one that hasn't been seen since before this whole mess started; Not weighed down by heavy thoughts but bordering on carefree.

The hand that isn't trapped beneath her reaches out to brush his chest, tracing the inky black lines of his tattoo as her body shakes with a soundless chuckle.]

So I've heard - It's just not usually a compliment.

Yeah, that was probably on me, too. [ it draws a warm laugh from him, amusement over his usual exasperation with her turning into, well, this. ] Who knew.

Yeah - who knew. [Her voice soft, something of wonder in her tone as brown eyes rake over his features before Rose lowers her head, pressing a kiss against his chest and letting her cheek come to rest there. She relaxes completely, listening to the steady thump of his heart against her ear, still tracing idle patterns against his skin whilst finding a kind of peace she'd never imagined knowing with him until now.]

If it makes you feel better - [He'd be able to feel the muscles of her face change with her widening smile.] I've probably said that and worse about you. [Nudging him with her leg.]

Seein' as how you weren't shy about saying most of that to my face, think I already knew that. [ the look he shoots her is particularly devilish, but it settles into something more thoughtful, his hand coming up to rest on top of the one she's got tracing his tattoo. ] You know what that is?

In my defense.... Yeah I got nothing. [Her cheeks may actually start hurting soon;

What. Is. This feeling.

There's a short pause and if this were a Disney movie, animated crickets would start to chirp. (Int. 4)]

A tattoo? [Tilting her head up again.]

[ he chuckles, looking over at her ] Yeah, well, that too.

The pentagram wards against demons. In this case, keeps 'em from possessing me while I've got this.

[She's a woman you like for her right hook, not her brains that much is true.

His words make Rose sit up a little, enough so that she can see his face without giving herself a permanent crick in her neck.]

They can... do that? [Eyes widening as every part of this day continues to expand her world in unexpected ways.] Is it like, infused with magic or something?

[#thingsthathappeninherworld.]

Guess you could put it that way. But it's not the same as the kind of magic mages throw around. Older. Doesn't stop when the Veil closes up.

[She looks thoughtful a moment, staring at his hand covering hers, like she can still see the tattoo through them before meeting his gaze with slightly narrowed eyes.]

Does that mean I don't need to get one or do? [Hard to say whether she's for or against either way.] I mean... can they use me to get to you?

[ he stares at her for a long moment, the question stirring some dark thoughts for him obviously, a little crease appearing in his forehead. but he manages to stay mostly pokerfaced.]

Couldn't hurt. I'd sleep a little better at night, at least.

[It's there, the question in her eyes but she doesn't speak it aloud, just absorbs his words then finally nods.]

It doesn't... have to be on my chest does it? [Yeah it sounds like that's what she might have an issue with more than the actual ink.]

'Fraid that or a tramp stamp are your only options. Anywhere else? And all that ancient magic goes flyin' out the window.

Seriously?! [#gullible. (SM 7) But then she remembers who she's dealing with. (Wisdom 15). Eyes narrowing.] You're... screwing with me aren't you?

I would never.

Ass. [The elbow closest to him makes a weak dig for his side though she's trying to suppress a grin.

A moment later her expression takes on a more somber tone, Rose bobbing her head.] Then I'll do it - On my back - [A brief glint in her eyes, another unspoken ass.] I don't want anyone or anything using -

[She stops herself, almost stuttering as she chooses her words. She was totally about to say 'Us'.]

You know, whatever... this is (unsure)... to get to you... Or you know, anyone... really.

[ there's a sympathetic understanding in his eyes, and he just nods, not trying to clarify right now what 'whatever this is' might be. ] Better safe than sorry.

[She bobs her head again, sliding back down beside him as this time a little of that gnawing guilt creeps in, holding him just a little tighter as if keeping him close might help to ease the twisting of her stomach. (WS 11).

Rose nuzzles her face against his chest, leg draping over his as she falls back into listening to his steady heartbeat as her own feels like it's running a little faster now.]

You don't.... owe me - anything. [Those words spoken very carefully, reluctant even.]

[ he watches her carefully NOT SURE WHERE THIS WOMAN TRAP IS GOING. /steps through the land mine ] ... That's not what this is about.

[hjvkhgvkhg]

No - I mean. [Look Winchester. Nobody has ever gotten a get out of jail free card from her before. It's not a woman trap it's a Rose isn't very experienced with this sort of thing.]

If you decide you don't want anything beyond this... I won't, punch you in the face or anything. [That was. Not the best Wisdom Check but so very Rose (8).]

[ his sense motive is a 14, as, for a moment, he tries to figure out whether this is her way of giving him the brush-off, but in the end, he decides it's probably ... not that. so he grins at her instead, teasing. ] Gee, you really do know how to make a guy feel special.

[Thank god for a decent Sense Motive (18) or this was about to go from a post coital cuddle to a post coital bust up.

She lets out a laugh that's more breath than belly against his chest, sighing out whatever nervous energy had been building up before sitting up enough so that she could reach his lips; kissing him once; twice; the third time lingering.

She's always been better with action than words.]

Special enough for you? [Murmured against his lips as her hair spills around his face, creating a dark curtain around them.]

[ he raises a hand to sweep through that hair, brushing his thumb against her temple as he encourages those kisses to linger as well. his lips stay curved up in a smile against hers, and he sounds pleased as he says: ] Definitely liking this better.

[ he draws away just enough to look her in the eyes, a little more seriously. ] We both got a long night ahead of us, and it's already been a helluva day.

We can figure out... what this is after it's over, alright?

[The seriousness of his words sees the light in her eyes dim a little but she knows he's right, knows that this not only can wait, but has to wait.

Concern knits her brow though, for reasons (#canon) her eyes falling away for a moment but when they meet his again, there's something stirring there, a hurt that's still fresh even after all these years.]

Promise me something? [Posed as a question yet it sounds like she might push on this.] Don't be a hero tonight. Don't... If anything happens to me? Don't risk your neck? Trust me to be able to save myself.

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