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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[nothingsodivine]

[Des tries to shoot the wraith, but... critfails, and whatever happens when that... happens makes him back up five feet away from the cell. SORRY IF HE SHOT ANYONE...

#friendlyfire.]

[herebemonsters]

[ wow des' shot RICOCHETS OFF THE BAR and hits mark :')

the wraith grabs for myri again (melee touch attk 38, 8 dmg), and this time she can't fight off the drain entirely, and loses 1 Str ]

[65]

[finnick will take another parting shot at the wraith while everyone is trying to get out (probably). too bad it was a whole atk 12 ... ]

[isisagent]

Is anything even working!? This thing doesn't bleed... Damnit!

I'll try the door! [Archer attempts to pry it open with a Strength of 20. No use trying to even look for a computer is the password isn't "password".]

[nosdacariad]

[ spike and archer hold the door, and mark hisses against the bullet from des, glancing at him with an irritated, betrayed expression. REALLY DUDE. sigh. ] Myri! Get out of there! [ she's not looking too great. he's gonna fire anyway.

and... nat 20???

TWICE IN A ROW????????????????

don't fuck with myri, basically.

the first one actually connects, though the second doesn't. 26 dmg. .__. ]

[witchwoman]

[She should leave. She knows she should. She can feel herself barely hanging on. But she is hanging on. She's still fighting and she knows that her magic can do more than so many of the others. They have been the ones to save her from danger like this so many times. But this time? This time it's the power within her that drives this creature back, that hurts it so deeply that they have a fighting chance.

With all of them, each one of them (yes, even you, Archer) in mind, she grits her teeth and calls on her power, her gift, her last chance. (cure serious wounds, melee touch attack nat 20, 62 damage).]

[rationalizes]

[ myri's energy courses through the ghost and she'd see most of it evaporating away as it shrieks horribly, light spilling out of it here and there. gar takes aim and unleashes another shot - atk 32 - 4 for no precise shot = 28. 5 dmg if... it hit. which it doesn't. yeahhh miss chance B) ] This blasted thing won't stop!

[slay]

[ It's really hard for Buffy the Vampire Slayer to accept that the men have to pull the door open and do the heavy lifting for her but she's just going to let them do it, back out of the cage, and level her gun at the wraith, firing off a shot. And pray (atk 29-4 = 25, dmg 6). Also pray. ]

[herebemonsters]

[ and with a 100% hit, buffy's six dmg is exactly what was needed

to kill the wraith entirely. it dissolves in a puff of black frigid wind, leaving the cell void of the haunted feeling that had once overtaken it. ]

[witchwoman]

[With nothing holding her wrist and nothing to hold onto, Myri collapses to the cell floor as the wraith dissipates. She's alive- so very weak, but alive. They all are.]

[slay]

[ baCK IN THE CELL, EXCUSE.

Buffy tucks her gun into the back of her pants again, crouching beside Myri. She loops her friend's arm around her shoulders, pulling her to her feet and swiping her axe off the ground in the process to make sure it comes with them. ]

It's okay. It's over. [ Leading her out of the cell, she adds; ] Vi's flowers?

[nothingsodivine]

Here. [Des holsters his gun and helps Myri get her bag off to pass it over to Buffy and proceeds to scoop her up in his arms. Our little hero needs to be carried for a bit, okay. It's adorable.]

[rationalizes]

[ meanwhile, a very relieved gar has holstered her weapon, and scrubbed her face with a hand as she turns away with a sigh, trying to calm herself down...

and she stops. staring across the hallway into another cell, at a figure huddled up in the corner. she takes a few steps that way, bewilderment written on her features as her mouth drops open. ] Is that--

[slay]

Gar?

[ Buffy follows her gaze up, taking a break from fumbling through Myri's bag. She passes the bag off to Spike to keep rifling through, then takes a few wary steps in the direction of the next cell because barreling in didn't work well for anyone last time. Spot 27?? ]

... Hey. [ Here's hoping who or whatever it is speaks English and is friendly ??? ]

[65]

[he would have lovingly taken myri into his arms but everyone else already did that so ... he takes her bag before spike can hurt himself on healing roses. THOSE WILL HURT U DUMMY. he is literally holding his girlfriend's purse rn. a+ fiance material.

also uhoh spaghetios here's hoping it's not thomas ... or are we hoping it is thomas???? we just don't know. ]

[fleecing]

[ ♬ battle cry - imagine dragons

the figure hunched in the corner is actually recognizable - if one looks hard enough, past the simple black pants and soiled white shirt that's torn and bloodied, past the matted dark hair and empty expression in the prisoner's eyes:

it's chad becksworth.

he doesn't so much as lift his head at being addressed, drawing his knees closer to his chest as he mutters to himself, a mantra that echoes with dull, engrained fear, as he presses his eyes shut, and shakes his head mechanically back and forth: ] It's not real, not real, just a trick, it's just a trick, they're not there, you're not real, they'll be gone soon...

[witchwoman]

[She actually doesn't see who it is at first, can't from this angle, from where Des holds her to keep her safe. She knows that Buffy and Finnick and...likely all of them want her to heal herself in some way, but there always seems to be something more important.

Like now.

Hearing that voice, that panicked repetition, something familiar tugs at her gut. It could have been her saying those words not terribly long ago. A tortured mind, afraid to be hopeful, assuming it was some trick to lure them into security. Carefully, she climbs down from Des' hold on her and moves through the group to the cell door.

The sight of Chad Becksworth is not what she was expecting, but it doesn't matter.]

Shhh... [She tries to soothe, one hand against the door.] It's not a trick. He's not here to hurt you. [Diplomacy 33, if that's a thing that's needed here.]

[nothingsodivine]

Holy shit. [Oh well, Myri's getting down and Des is too stunned by the sight of CHAD to protest it.] Guess this explains the doppelganger question.

[He glances at Finnick, all "y'know what I mean, Verne." After all, he and Finnyri had that great roadtrip to Marengo to answer this very question. He steps closer, but doesn't interfere with Myri's attempt to soothe Chad into talking straight.]

Gotta wonder if this is the direct result of getting into bed with the Mind Master.

[fleecing]

[ his head snaps up at myri's tone, and he seems drawn back into the moment, blinking furiously, and then looking at des when he says that name. ] Her. [ he hisses the word, anger and fear doing battle, and the second one winning out easily ] Are you real? Or did she send you here? I've told her everything. She's seen everything. There's nothing left... Nothing...

[slay]

Only if by "she sent us" you mean "she'd be really, really pissed to know we found you, and we're kinda into that."

[ Chad. She lets the tension drain out of her shoulders, a certain amount of relief replacing it. He's harmless, at the very least. Stepping forward the rest of the way, she reaches out to cover Myri's hand with hers, a gentle gesture for her to move her hand. Once Myri's safely out of the way, Buffy gives the cell door a good, solid yank (str 29). ]

[fleecing]

[ he flinches visibly at the noise, as she pulls the door off its hinges entirely.

the interior of his cell is telling. nothing but an iron pail in one corner and the shitty remains of bones on a plate thrown in another - and then the marks on the walls. tally marks that must number in the hundreds. ]

Do you know? Do you know who I am?

[65]

[yeahhhh meaningful glances with des. my yaoi fanfic is writing itself again. but yeah finnick … definitely remembers that wild and crazy roadtrip.]

Chad Becksworth? [just taking a total shot in the dark here. no rly. also he notes those tally marks like damn son. (spot 15)]

[fleecing]

[ relief floods through his entire body, his shoulders sagging ] I am. Or I was.

Before that monster stole my life from me and gave it to him.

[nothingsodivine]

To the doppelganger. [Wow, Kyp, you just landed on top of everyone's shit list AGAIN.] Why? To better the Church of Enlightenment's army of magical pop stars?

[fleecing]

Doppelganger? [ he repeats the word like it's utterly foreign to him, frowning over at des ] To Crombe.