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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[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.

[slay]

... Wait. [ Tossing the cell door off to the side now nbd. ] What?

[fleecing]

Draken Crombe. That rotten would be evangelist or whatever he considers himself. He had her plumb my mind for every last secret so that he could pretend to be me.

She follows him everywhere, weaving her damn illusion. They stole my company.

[nothingsodivine]

[Des looks so offended, because holy shit this is a serious revelation. Everything they know is a lie. Everything is NOT spiders or doppelgangers, IT'S MOTHERFUCKING RELIGIOUS ZEALOTS AND THEIR LITTLE PSYCHICS TOO.] That snakey bitch.

[He groans and rubs his face.] That's why we found that crap in his office. Crombe trying to keep his facts straight. Jesus Christ, it was in front of our face the whole damn time.

[witchwoman]

[While everyone has a moment of great revelation, Myri carefully slips through the very open doorway (thanks Buffy) and moves towards him, crouch beside him and doing her best to not look threatening which... isn't hard for Myri.]

Are you hurt?

[Myri I swear to god if you use one of your few healing spells on this guy, so help me...]

[fleecing]

It's been some time since they worked me over. I'm probably due for another soon. But I'm... not injured, at the moment, no.

I just want to get out of here.

[slay]

Well, we've got a way out, but you … really don't wanna take it.

[ She looks back at the others like ahHAHAH iron golems. Glancing back at Chad, she approaches with Myri, crouching down and offering him a sympathetic look. ]

We're kind of headed in the opposite direction. Like, further in, and then out. Which despite the suicidal sound of it? Is probably your best bet.

[ Reaching out, she offers him a hand. ]

We can get you home. But you have to trust us.

[nothingsodivine]

Blondie... [Des glances down the hall.] Look, the safest place for the poor bastard is probably down here away from the fighting. With everything we've just ran into, we can't protect each other and him.

[He glances at Chad.] No offense, but if you'd seen some of the shit we've seen, you'd agree you'd want no part of that action. The fighting's gonna be over soon and you'll be able to rest assured that the people who did this to you are well on their way to being taken care of. Personally, I'd like to see you and your jackass of a brother hug it out.

We'll be back. That you can trust. Even the bad guys believe that about us. [(diplomacy 43)]

[fleecing]

[ his eyes widen a bit at the obviously terrible prospect of waiting here in his cell, but he weighs it against the alternative, hesitating. ]

I think I'll take my chances down here, then.