andres ♔ a tiger's waiting to be tamed

[nosdacariad]

♬ clocks - coldplay

WHO || Prince Marcus Andres, Jeanne Gar, Myrilandel de Tanos, Finnick Odair, Spike, Buffy Summers, Sterling Archer, Desmond Descant, Dimitris Sarandis, Lara Tamon, Michael Collins, Dana Green
WHAT || The lost Prince of Andres leads a team of Knights in a coup against Dimitris Sarandis, to reclaim his throne
WHERE || Andres Isle
WHEN || September 19th, 2014
HOW || Actionspam

[ It seems that Wynn was hoping for Sir Mark Sandazhard to reveal his true identity, and to lead the charge against Dimitris Sarandis' tyrannical hold over the island he was born to rule.   He was not disappointed, and Prince Marcus Andres stands poised to lead the group of Knights who he's worked beside for two years, to confront Sarandis, save their friend Kat, and search the castle dungeon for the captive Dragon's Claw, Sir Thomas Bancroft.    

Before they attempt to answer the castle, however, it's time to reunite the Prince with his childhood friends on the Isle, who had long held out hope that he was still alive, including his once-betrothed, Countess Lara Tamon.  Their first task will be to convince Lara to make a risky attempt to draw Kat out of the castle.  

The fate of their captured allies, and the future of Andres Isle, lie in their hands.  ]

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Flight Threads

[nosdacariad]

[ the prince's group gets to travel to andres on one of the two stealth jets, designed specifically to avoid detection by even sarandis' potentially high tech equipment. the flight to andres is only one hour. ]

mark ♔ (ota.)

[nosdacariad]

[ ♬ fields of innocence - evanescence

mark takes a seat near the front of the plane, adjacent to the window. he seems lost in thought, brow furrowed, as he watches out the pane throughout most of the journey, but there's certainly nothing unapproachable in his posture. ]

[bigbad]

[Well. This probably isn't who he was hoping would approach him. Spike slides himself into the seat next to Mark, turning to look at him critically.]

So. You're a bloody prince. Gotta admit, I didn't see that one coming.

Spike } ota

[bigbad]

[Spike's got a book open on his lap, but he's not looking at it. He's tense, on edge, ready for a fight.

But hey, he's here. Come and chat with him.]

[isisagent]

[Archer walks by with a Bloody Mary, and can't help but comment;]

So... You probably want to apologize to me, for hitting me all those times, right? Seeing as we're headed off to war, or whatever...

finnick | ota

[65]

[finnick brought another trident. and he didn't put it in the cargo hold this time, no sir. this time he's got it next to him, and he's polishing it. ready for action. looking manly and sexxxy. you wish you were engaged to this shit. unless you're myri ... in which case, you are.]

[witchwoman]

[She wishes she could be double engaged to this shit tbh.

hey finnick hey. Myri has never been the type to be overly attracted to acts of aggression, but even she is like wow my fiance is a hot piece while he polishes that trident. But she's not Dean Winchester, so she's not going to try to have a quickie in the bathroom of a stealth jet. She is classy okay. She just clears her throat because that trident is taking up her seat, presumably, so she's moved into the row ahead and is kneeling on the cushion to face him.]

You used that sort of weapon back home, didn't you? You seem at home with it.

[nosdacariad]

[ know who was a pretty cool guy to mark in the face of all that horrible shit that went down awhile ago? and he hasn't forgotten it. but that doesn't mean he won't be slightly awkward and mark-like as he watches finnick polishing his trident over there. ]

Hey, uh, I just wanted to say thanks. For coming.

myri (ota)

[witchwoman]

[Myri's felt nearly every emotion a person can feel in the span of the last two days. As usual, the flight seems to calm her. Being in the sky has a way of grounding her- strange as that might sound. Leaning her head back, she closes her eyes for a moment, not sleeping but trying to keep her mind clear of the thousands of worrying thoughts that try to creep in.

She's not turning away company, though. Here for any of your last minute pre-war chats.]

[rationalizes]

[ at one point during the flight, gar slips quietly into the seat beside her. she's looked a little adrift through the entire flight, as if the very act of not being able to slip into her accustomed position beside kat on the plane has thrown her off entirely.

there's also the fact that her fiancee is with another group entirely right now. she might have been watching myri and finnick speak earlier without saying much of anything. ] How are you doing?

buffy summers ♔ ota

[slay]

[ Hanging out, looking generally despondent and ill at ease. She's making no particular effort to talk with anyone because she'd rather be alone with her very conflicting thoughts and feelings right now. ]

tunnel team ♔ (kadir, sebastian, malina, val'drin, phineas)

[demolitionman]

[ the demolitions team is coming by a small boat with invisibility cast on it, given that teleportation is deemed a little bit too dangerous when they're carrying volatile bombs along. the exit of the tunnels that's been sealed over is in a cove off the coast, and they park the boat nearby on the rocky shoreline in the dark.

kadir jumps out of the boat and looks back to where his bombs are, nodding to sebastian in the dark. ] Word of advice. Don't drop 'em.

[bredinthebone]

[Malina eases her way off the boat after him, before glancing back to the rest of the team. Yeah, dropping those would be bad.]

Maybe we should try conveyor-belting them off, just to be safe?

back up team ♔ woods

[wynn]

[ the final teleport goes to wynn's group, the back up team in charge of leaping into the fray If Shit Goes Down. of course, in the meantime, they wait, and wynn establishes their position a little ways into the woods outside of dimitris' palace.

y'all get to hang out with wynn. that's... cool??? ]

[king]

[ on wednesdays, we wear pink? ]

[ or, you know. armor. ]

failbert ❧ return of the king edition

[nosdacariad]

[ failboat's plane touches down stealthily on andres, and mark moves to pull down some kind of long case from the overhead compartment. he carries it to the back of the plane, where there's a surface to set it down across, and clicks it open, staring down into it for a long while, before he finally removes what's inside - a very familiar sword, that all of failboat has seen time and time again, both in wynn's hand at innumerable squiring ceremonies, and suspended above the great round table around which they gather for each briefing. he hefts the blade in his hand, holding it vertically as he stares up and down the length of it. ]

[witchwoman]

[Myri approaches slowly, looking at the blade with awe. She definitely recognizes it (wis 21). Her eyes shift to Mark's face, checking on him without actually asking how he's feeling. None of them are feeling great. War isn't a happy time.]

You really look the part when you hold that, you know.

inside the tunnels ♔ failboat

[nosdacariad]

[ these tunnels are rather claustrophobic, a bit of water running down the middle, with five foot walkways on either side that allow them to move double file, although the water is pretty shallow, so someone could splash through the middle if they were so inclined - it doesn't make any sound here near the entrance, but eventually, they break out of the silence bubble. ]

[nothingsodivine]

[des looks mildly uncomfortable about the tight squeeze but he keeps pace behind buffy, pulling his gun out.]

What're the odds he's just paranoid she's gonna get rabies out here tonight,

upstairs ♔ mark, myri, buffy, spike, kat

[nosdacariad]

[ failboat is quite fortuitous in their teleporting: because in the time they were all saying dramatic goodbyes and holding hands in shit, the room above has erupted into a chaos of guards, and if they'd tried to land on top of one of them, they'd have been shunted off in a random direction somewhere.

as is, however, they find themselves in front of the fireplace, the warmth of the flames vastly different from the cold room below. on the other side of the chairs that face the fireplace, four guards are advancing on kat: two with drawn swords, and two with guns, as she backs against the wall, looking ready to spring at them as she measures what she has to work with. three other guards are near the entrance, and dimitris is beyond them in the doorway, turned around, and squinting out into the hallway, as the sound of explosions outside shakes the ground below all of them, just as they arrive. everyone must make a balance check DC 13+ to not fall over. kat... isn't so lucky, and lands on her ass, prone, while dimitris grips the doorframe, and says:

"What the hell is going on?!" before vanishing out into the hall. all the guards except for the one closest to kat make their balance check, and falls to one knee, bracing his sword on the ground, perilously close to kat's leg.

mark sees dimitris disappear out the door and his expression darkens, but then he fails his balance check, falling down and making the DC 14 for those holding his hand :') and his attention is drawn to kat, who... looks in immediate danger. he curses under his breath but says: ] Get away from her!

[ red guard sees the group appear, and shouts: "Intruders!" raising his gun and firing at myri ... and crit failing, his shot exploding the wine glass on the table behind her and causing exploding glass to hit purple for 3 dmg. his second shot (atk 18, dmg 9) is more effective at least... ]

[slay]

[ With a balance check of 15, Buffy stays solidly on her feet, but isn't much help for Spike or Myri. She releases them quickly, pulling the axe off her back as she dips around the table to descend on the guard closest to Kat. She raises the axe above her head, swinging it down towards the crouching orange guard (atk 22, dmg 16). ]

We don't have time for this! We have to follow Sarandis!

meanwhile, in the basement ♔ des

[nothingsodivine]

[While Gar works on the elevator, Des takes off down the hall to where the gang left Chad, calling down the hall as he goes.]

All right, Becksworth, change of plans. Apparently, things go wrong in wars. Who knew?

[Hopefully, he hasn't been crushed by falling debris.]

[fleecing]

[ nope he's safely huddled in his cell for now. and looks petrified. ] What... what's happening?

throne room ♔ dimitris' palace 1/--

[nosdacariad]

[ ♬ everybody wants to rule the world - lorde

as the others reach the entrance to the throne room, they'd catch sight of mark stopping halfway down the red carpet that leads towards the seat that once belonged to his father, turning with gritted teeth to look up to the right. upon entering, they'd see multiple figures reaching the top of the overhanging balcony there. guards are positioned on the steps that lead up to it from either side, guns aimed down at the prince, and dimitris turns to place a hand on the marble railing, finally looking back at his pursuers. beside him, stands the mind master, chin lifted as she looks down with an imperious smirk at mark, gaze sweeping over to take in buffy, kat, and myri as they enter... and elena moments later behind them.

mark's voice cuts through the room, reverberating with dramatic acoustics in the space built for grand speeches in the first place. ] DIMITRIS!

2/--

[usurping]

[ the dictator's fingers curve against the railing until his knuckles almost whiten as she studies the face of the man below him, and realization sinks in. his voice is grimly quiet as he derisively snarls the name in response. ] Marcus Andres.

So this is the little secret Wynn's been keeping up his sleeve all these years, is it?

I should have known.