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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[isisagent]

[Archer runs up to the door, and eyes the panel.]

Yeah well, it's too bad she's not here to crash a car into these guys, too.

[He fires up his Omicron Spymaster's laser, in case he needs it - but for now he'll just mash buttons - Computer use +2! 9... Action point, please 20?god I rolled a 9 again. Fuck you action point. Computer Use 11.]

Hmm... Password doesn't work.

[rationalizes]

Move over. [ gar budges him out of the way and her fingers start flying over the keys, but each attempt is met with the same error message and she looks increasingly panicked (computer use 22) ] Come along, come along...

[ but then with an amazing action point donated by tifa... (computer use 30) the computer flashes green and the doors start to slide open. ] Yes!

[nothingsodivine]

[des looks aggrieved by buffy's refusal to run but there's nothing he can do to convince her, so he backs up out of the golem's reach and begins to.high-tail it to the door, battered but still standing because wow these things haven't even hit massive damage on him yet.] RUN!

[bigbad]

[Spike's gonna be the last to run, sorry Buffy, maybe when you have more hit points again he'll be okay with not being last out those doors. And he's still just not inhaling (fort 30).]

Go on! I'm right behind you!

[And he slams his fists into the golem again, or possibly, vaguely past it (atk 24, atk 17).]

[witchwoman]

[While Gar is channeling her inner Kat (crying about it), Myri focuses on trying to do her part to keep her teammates alive. USING THAT MASS CURE LIGHT WOUNDS SPELL NOW. 17 HP for everyone but Spike. She glances over towards the doors but she's sure as hell not going to be the first one through. Are you high? We have no idea what's in there.]

[nosdacariad]

Whatever's in there has to be better than what's out here. [ mark will be the first one to charge right through those doors, with excalibur at the ready ] Let's go!

[65]

I wouldn't be too sure ... [WHEEE FINNICK FOLLOWS AFTER MARK. and gets that sexy healing yeah. such a tag.]

[rationalizes]

[ sorry buffy. bronze decides you're the worthier target, since you're the only actually doling out any damage to his friend there, and his fists come your way, pummeling the slayer mercilessly, to knock her out for the count. (atk 32, dmg 27 and atk 46 - one away from a crit - dmg 27) ]

Buffy, no!

[slay]

[ She hardly gets the chance to see it coming.

Buffy turns into the blow, and no amount of Slayer durability can deflect the mighty blows dealt by the golem. The first whack staggers her, taking her legs out from under her, and the second draws a sick crack from her skull.

She drops like a stone, no visible blood pooling around her despite the injuries—all internal. Bruises, broken bones, and internal bleeding. All the same, from where the others stand, it's hard to even see her breathing, lying still on the tunnel floor in an uncomfortable, disjointed heap. ]

[rationalizes]

[ silver rounds on spike, since buffy is effectively neutralized. :') you got your wish spike :D

(atk 40, dmg 26 and atk 36, dmg 30) means silver slams into him just as he watches buffy fall, not giving him a moment to really process it much. ]

[isisagent]

[Archer always knew Silver would be the way to deal with Spike. Who could have imagined it would come so soon.]

[Archer will sigh, and dart back in. Unconscious people can't escape, and he's no good with the non-combat oriented skills. Tumble of 23 to attempt avoiding attacks of opportunity. Going to run in, snatch the downed slayer, and then use heroic surge to get more movement to drag her as close to the door as he's able.]

I said I didn't want to be carrying any goddamned bodies today. What about that are you assholes not getting?

[rationalizes]

[ well what do you know, archer actually successfully avoids getting smacked by an attack of oppt, grabs buffy, and starts back towards the doorway with her over his shoulder. gar shouts: ] Spike! Hurry! <[ and with that, she also slips inside.

for those who have made it through the doors, they'd find themselves in a surprisingly sterile looking hallway, all white floors and white walls, and bright fluorescent lighting. beside the doorway on the inside is a second panel, like the one without. ]

[nothingsodivine]

[Des doesn't breathe until he reaches the door, unable to look behind him, afraid that if he sees Buffy, he'll turn around and do something drastic. He skids to a stop inside the door, turning around to watch the last of the scene unfold.]

Jesus Christ. [That's all he's got. He'll manage biting wit and relief that STUPID PLAN ACTUALLY WORKED when he knows if Buffy is alive and sees that Spike gets through safely.]

[bigbad]

[OW. Also Spike would be annoyed that Archer has finally proved to have some value to him if he weren't so relieved Buffy is out of the line of fire and somewhere they can fix her. Spike will run all out for the door now. Full withdrawal.]

[witchwoman]

[The moment that Buffy goes down, Myri promptly loses her ever loving shit. Crit failed will save stands, even if Archer saved the day to collect the body. If he doesn't get Buffy to the door, Myri's going to run to meet them so she can pour her magic into her fallen friend as quickly as possible. (cure serious wounds, 27 HP).]

Buffy, please. [She whispers, tears in her eyes.] Please don't leave me.

[nosdacariad]

Let's get these doors closed! [ mark frantically searches around for a way to do just that, but...

as soon as spike runs through the doors, the two golems suddenly stand up stiff and straight and stop in their tracks, before very calmly returning to their places at the door as if nothing happened. ]

[65]

[finnick watches all these events unfold like werwatey????

buffy almost dying??? werwatey. archer being heroic??? werwatey. the golems apparently running on fucking motion sensors??? werwatey.]

They must only sense motion directly in front of them. [/aggressively makes shit up]

[slay]

[ Myri's spell has Buffy sputtering back to life—literally. Sitting forward, she coughs blood up, chest heaving with each hack. Her hand curls, grabbing a fistful of Myri's shirt to hold onto her as she comes to—just in time to hear Finnick's color commentary. Groggy, exhausted, and grimacing at the metallic taste in her mouth, Buffy turns her gaze on him. ]

See that? That's the kind of thing I would have liked to know like five minutes earlier.

[ Moving her hand to rest over Myri's, she squeezes it reassuringly. It's ok, boo: Buffy's here. ]

[nothingsodivine]

[Des slumps against the wall, looking between Buffy and Myri (and Archer because wtf, did he just become 10% more of a person in his eyes today??), clearly relieved, and lets out a tired breath that turns into a laugh.]

I can't believe that fucking worked. Goddamn.

[He doesn't even know where to start with all of that. He feels actual gratitude for Archer, relief that Buffy's alive, proud of Myri for keeping her cool, and... Okay, maybe he's very impressed with himself for using his head. Hell, everyone, really.

Great teamwork, guys, basically.

[witchwoman]

[Myri lets out a long sigh of relief as Buffy comes to, whispering a quick prayer of thanks to the Stargods and trying to blink back the rest of her tears.]

You're still hurt...

[Buffy you have too much HP. She can't give it all back to you. But maybe some more?? Since you get in the middle of shit a lot?? So have another Cure Moderate for 17 HP. Go get 'em tiger.]

[bigbad]

[Spike is breathing hard even though he really doesn't have to and staring over at Buffy who was just PRACTICALLY DEAD. The little squish he got at the end doesn't seem to matter to him much next to that. He gives Archer a look that isn't filled with loathing and scorn for once, though that's about as close as he can get to gratitude at the moment.

He crouches next to Buffy and Myri, still looking worried. He gives Myri another worried look, but she doesn't seem to be throwing her entire life into healing Buffy, so he won't complain. And Buffy's okay. For now. He gives Buffy a slight smile, then looks up at Dr. Myri to make the hard medical calls.]

Reckon we need to call Solace or something? Course, anyone he sends'd have to get by the evil statues...

[witchwoman]

No. It's too dangerous. If I conserve my magic for strictly healing, we should be alright. Vi also gave me some roses that can do a little healing. Her way of helping us even if she can't be here.

[Myri opens her bag and lets Spike and Buffy (and anyone else who is peeping I guess) see the roses in her bag. I forget how many Emma said she made. I'm sure she's stalking and will text me later...]

[nothingsodivine]

[Des moves off the wall and squeezes Myri's shoulder. Now that he's had time to breathe and relax a bit, he can actually express all these emotions he's feeling.] She's right. We're gonna have to keep moving.

[He offers Buffy his other hand so she can stand up.] And how about you not scare us anymore for one night, Blondie?

[slay]

Yeah. Right. So you're gonna be the distraction next time?

[ Reaching out, she slaps her hand into his and pulls herself to her feet. ]

Besides. Maybe those are the last big nasties we'll run into. I mean, how many tiers of ugly can Sarandis really have?

[rationalizes]

Oh thank God, Buffy... [ relief puts some color back into gar's cheeks as she expels the breath she was holding, before casting her gaze up the hallway. there are no doors here, but at the end it turns to the left. ] I can't imagine he expected many to get this far.