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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."
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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.]
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[ 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?
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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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Doesn't mean I'm not gonna have your back out there.
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It takes her a long moment, to meet his gaze again and with the crit fail on her Will Save, it's impossible to miss how deep this cuts for her.]
I can't lose you too. I won't, not on my watch. [She tries to find the right words, brow furrowing.] Just... trust me? There's having my back and then there's getting yourself killed on my account and... Just promise me you'll be careful?
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Those were the magic words though, what she needs to hear right now and she leans down, pressing a tender kiss against his lips as much of the tension in her body slips away.]
Thank you. [Infusing as much warmth into those two words as she can because she's got a pretty good idea what it just cost him to make that promise to her. (Sense Motive 18).]
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Not too keen on losing it the same night.
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She doesn't try to force him to meet her gaze but waits for him to be ready, the hand that's trapped against his cheek pressing gently against him.]
I'm not going anywhere. [Her lips twitch, like she wants to smile but it doesn't feel right.] You're kinda, stuck with me, whether you like it or not. [And though the words themselves may seem flippant, there's a promise in her tone, something more than reassurance and she moves in to press her forehead against his.] Promise.
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It's almost time.
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Her face however mirrors his, Rose knowing what's coming next and holding on to these last moments of feeling like, when all this really was over, there was something to come next, something more than a sense of loss, of emptiness and though she knew there'd be plenty of fallout, there was some hope there too which she really needed to hold onto right now.]
Yeah. [Reluctant but resigned.] I could use a shower. [Offering up a grin.] And a burger the size of my head. [Rose could... probably match Dean for appetite.] Probably going to have to settle for just one of those things. [There's a flash of mischief in her eyes, like she's totally blaming that on him because ya know. Marathon sex does chew up a lot of time.
She also... might be trying to lighten things as she brushes her lips against his on the way to sitting up, hand trailing down his chest.]
You need anything?
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Yeah... sorry about that. Bet your missing the crappy motels now huh? [With a light tap on the stomach, Rose drags herself off the bed, probably not surprisingly, the least concerned with covering up as she moves about the room, grabbing a pair of towels from behind a room divider and tossing one over so it'd land on the bed (Dex 23. #rockstar).]
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Just - giving you reasons to stick around. [Enjoy it while it lasts bud. She's... getting dressed because why don't they get their own bathrooms, dammit!? Not that... Rose has ever actually had her own bathroom to know the difference but still.]
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Under the bed. [Girl has eyes in the back of her head apparently.
She does however pause with her back to Dean, playing with something around her neck before reaching beneath her hair to undo the clasp, removing the black leather strap and placing the object dangling from it into her palm, fingers closing around it.]
Do you know what a Nazar is?
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[Moving away from the dresser, Rose crosses the room back to where Dean is, a hand snaking out to take his, her face giving very little away (ws 21) as she turns his hand palm up and places her own on top of his, pressing the cool, smooth surface of the stone into his hand.]
For protection.
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Tomorrow, when this is over you can, give it back to me. [Still trying for light but there's cracks in her walls, cracks that seem to show a lot when she was around him. (WS 9)]
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[ another second passes, and then he steps closer, sliding his other hand through the back of her hair to draw her closer, and lighting a kiss on her forehead, as he murmurs in a tone that sounds a little emotionally compromised himself (will save 8): ] ... And thanks.
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Silence lingers but for Rose it feels comfortable for a change, like she doesn't need to fill the room with dumb noise as she shifts her weight, leaning into Dean just enough to feel like she's still wrapped up in that bubble of their own making; The one where everything is going to be okay.
It can't last though, not with War looming and her hand presses against his chest, as if there's a silent message passing from her to him without the need for words.]
Shower. [Breath coming out on a shuddering exhale as she pats his chest.] Then we gear up and head out.
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