knightsoflegend | andres ♔ a tiger's waiting to be tamed

andres ♔ a tiger's waiting to be tamed

♬ 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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[ 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.

He's just full of surprises. [ speaking of which, behind the throne, HERE COMES THE ELEVATOR... spilling out gar, des, archer, and finnick right into this party on the opposite end of the room from buffy and co. mark glances that way, then looks back at dimitris and raises his eyebrows as if that just accentuates his point. ] We've taken the Isle. We've shut down your experiments, and freed the Shadowkind you've made victims of.

It's over, Dimitris. All except for one last thing.

[ dimitris' sharp laugh cuts through the air, a strange note of mirth in this tense moment. ] Ah, of course.

Revenge. For all his talk of noble motivations, Wynn's driven you on with that carrot, hasn't he? Kill me, and you believe all of this will truly go away.

[ he leans over the rail slightly, leering down at mark with bitter amusement ] It took you ten years to get the nerve to avenge the death of your flesh and blood, the loss of your crown. If you wished to leave me shaking in my boots, you might have done so more easily if you hadn't played the coward so long.

[Somehow, Myri didn't think about how running after Mark was going to put her face to face with Dimitris again. It doesn't get easier, not while he's alive, not while his voice still crawls under her skin. She can still remember him talking as they tortured her, the way he stayed removed but ever present.

But she had survived, and coming out on the other side of it (or still coming out on the other side of it, as the case may be) made her stronger than he might remember. Myri's face gives next to nothing away (will 30) as she steps to Mark's side.]

The only coward in the room is you- a soon to be dead one, at that. [She says, giving her best attempt at being scary (intimidate 17. it's a solid attempt okay... Someone scarier should back her up here)]

[Spike's here to help, setting a hand on her shoulder and stepping forward, fangs out, a low growl emanating from his chest (intimidate 35).]

He's far from the only one here who's got reason to want you dead, you slimy worm of a man. You deserve a hell of a lot more pain than simple death will bring.

[Des steps out of the elevator and joins the assembled group, eyes flicking briefly to the Mind Master before he also locks eyes with Dimitris, his hand on the gun at his hip.]

Think real carefully about what we mowed through to get this far. [He grins.] I told you before. You don't know. You don't know us. You don't know what we're capable of. And you sure as fuck don't know what you're in for.

[Elena stands furthest from the rest of the group, closest to the door they came in. There's a series of revelations unfolding in front of her, and it's a lot to take in and process all at once.

Because apparently Mark is a prince.

She sure didn't see that coming.

The rest of her old ragtag group appears from an elevator across the way, and as Gar, Des, Finnick and Archer emerge from it, her stomach flips over.

Too many reunions, too many feelings that she can't afford right now.

So she focuses on the one thing that can ground her, and right now, it isn't Dimitris.

Elena stares directly at the Mind Master, fingers tight on the hilt of her gun, and she sure isn't even attempting to hide the rage in her eyes.]

[ ♬ the mask of the priest and the bell of the chapel - yasushi ishii

dimitris finally looks away from mark for a moment, to cast an amused glance in des' direction. ] Oh, I don't know you at all, do I?

I think you may be underestimating some things. [ he slides his hand along the railing, taking a step to the side, as the mind master smirks coolly down at elena. ] For example, I knew Wynn wouldn't allow me to keep some of his precious Knights here as collateral forever. But Kathryne was such a more charming prize than that Dragon's Claw.

Once I had her, well-- [ he gestures over his shoulder, to the dark recesses of the archway behind him on the balcony. two guards emerge, dragging a familiar form between them, beaten, bloodied, pale, and limp. ] Keeping this one alive would have only given Wynn the chance to reclaim him. He was of no more use to me. Perhaps you were looking for him? [ he snaps, and the soldiers heave thomas over the railing. mark jumps back in shock, as the body hits the ground with a sickening crack in front of him. ] Well, there he is.

[ gar gasps in horror, as if it's the fall itself killing thomas in front of them.

but it's clear that he's already been dead, clearer from the gloating expression on dimitris' face as he watches mark triumphantly. ] Thomas... no.

[ Buffy skids into the room behind the others, trying to push her way to the front of the group and throw herself out there for reasons that have nothing to do with the vantage point it actually offers her. She staggers, barely keeping her legs under her as she comes to a stop just beside Mark, reaching one hand out to rest on his shoulder blade. Grabbing for him deliberately was a conscious choice, even before she had to find a way to slow herself down, to keep her feet from carrying her forward to Thomas' side.

No amount of nausea or mourning can force her to look away from the slumped heap of limbs, jutting at odd angles on the floor. A choked noise comes from the back of her throat, a sound effect of the cold pushing through her veins. The wind leaves her chest, knocked straight out of her, replaced by an icy void.

Her lips move in search of something to say, struggling haplessly for a moment, floundering. But she finds a steely resolve buried beneath, everything else used up, raw, spent on the journey to this room (will 30). Lifting her eyes from the body finally, she settles her attention on Sarandis. ]

It's over. You know you can't win this.

[since finnick and co. are late to the party, he takes a second to be like WERWATEY ELENA???? at least ... she's here. although she looks completely different. :'( she'll always be the girl who was drowning in a puddle in his heart. he doesn't get many chances to feel heroic as a ... fucked up ex-child murderer, so he takes them where he can get them.

anyway and then ... there's thomas. thomas who was obviously already dead, only getting more dead as he gets tossed off the balcony. it's not the most depressing traumatizing horrifying thing he's ever seen, but it's still not okay. nothing about this is okay. and he's passed the point where he's going to just stand there like the rest of the world his moving underwater. he reaches behind him for his trident.]

[Archer readies his shotgun as he walks out of the elevator, and surveys the scene. He just frowns, and sighs.]

Anyone else really tired of listening to this A-hole?

[Spike stares, almost numb, as he watches Thomas' body fall too the ground. He isn't surprised, but that doesn't make his heart twist in any less pain. Thomas was never his best friend, but he was a good man. He'd rescued Spike, and it had cost Thomas his life.

Spike swallows and glances up at Dimitris, hatred in his yellow eyes, but when he opens his mouth, it's not more intimidation and threats that comes out. It's far past time for that. If Dimitris isn't aware that not one of them intends to let him walk out of this hall alive by now, then he's really far stupider than anyone gave him credit for.

Instead, it's a song. He's not trying too hard to get the tune right, and his fangs make him lisp a little, but he remembers the words well enough (wis 20).]

As I was going over the far famed Kerry mountains
I first produced my pistol and I then produced my rapier
Saying "Stand and Deliver" for he were a bold deceiver...

[He looks over at Buffy, wondering if she remembers meeting Thomas for the first time as clearly as he does.]

[ With a wisdom check of 17, Buffy sure remembers. Her eyes grow misty as she carries on the tune, off-key and scratchy in the back of her throat. ]

I counted out his money and it made a pretty penny.
I put it in me pocket and I took it home to Jenny.

[Des barely knows Thomas, but the fact that he was one of the main reasons so many of them were fighting here hits him hard, because he cares about these people. Thomas helped get Myri and Spike out. He killed that bastard Jacobson with an elevator, which is always a plus in Des's book.

The urge to shoot Dimitris passes as Spike begins to sing and Des squints at him for a moment, unsure of the significance, but he knows the song (wis 20 total), and it seems the kind of thing that would piss Dimitris off for being rude and unexpected, so he joins in, off-key and awkward, as his hand slides away from his gun.]

She sighed and she swore that she never would deceive me
But the devil take the women for they never can be easy.

[Elena doesn't know the song, but it doesn't matter because she can barely hear them singing anyway. It's all drowned out by the sound of her blood rushing in her ears. She feels sick, knowing that she's too late, that she'd waited too long, and it had cost everything.

There are words she could spew up at him, but they wouldn't mean anything. As much as Dimitris thinks he's the human one, he's not. He's a bigger monster than all of them.

All of them except maybe one.

She takes a few steps forward, joining the others, the ones she thought might still be her friends, and she reaches out to take Myri's hand in a show of solidarity.

Even if they didn't take her back, she was here for them right now.]

[ the anger in mark's eyes steels into something harder, sadder, as he intones, a dirge-like quality to the usually cheery tune: ]

With me ring dum a doodle um dah, whack for the daddy o...

[ gar can barely get the words out, a whisper that gets caught in her throat as she tries and fails to sing: ]

There's whiskey in the...

NO!

[ kat breaks through the song with an anguished, hateful cry, and bursts forward towards the steps that lead up on the right-hand side, a gunshot going off as she takes the first guard right in the chest, hoping to stagger him back enough to push past him, single-minded as she aspires to get up there to the murderous man who left them all here. ]

[ and a sudden flash of black appears beside her on the steps, as her invisible, familiar assailant drops her spell, reaching out to grip kat by the back with clawed fingers. ] Got you.

[ ♬ winter sun - dishwalla

at that exact moment, fred jr., bloodied, bruised, and burnt up by acid, hits the archway into the room right near the second staircase, and sees kat's suicidal run towards the gauntlet of guards, sees asha materialize behind her. ] Kat, no! [ without stopping to think about it, he keeps running, bringing his sword up to slash her arm with his sword, successfully freeing kat of her grip... but he lets out a hurk noise, his body jolting strangely and coming to freeze in place, before he slowly looks down.

the claws of her free hand are pierced through his torso, and as he tries to breathe, to say something, blood jumps out between his lips instead, his face spasming as kat stares on in horror.

asha yanks her claws back, and he staggers backwards down the step. his sword clatters to the floor, and he slumps beside it moments later. ]

Edited 2014-12-16 06:40 (UTC)

[ kat fucking crit failed.

the noise that comes out of her throat is worse than the shout moments before, an animal-like cry of anguish as she moves after fred without giving a fuck who else is around or what is happening or if she gets claws through her own torso when she turns her back. she hits the ground on her knees next to him, in fucking shock. ]

[Well, that group singalong was a nice idea while it lasted. The song dies on Des's tongue as Kat hurls herself at the staircase and after that, it's all a haze. He snarls in Asha's direction and draws his gun in one quick, fluid motion, firing off two shots at the psycho bitch. (atk 25, dmg 20; atk nat 20, dmg... 50 (holy penetration and crit damage batman)]

[ when you roll a 2 on your massive damage die, you're not going to have a good time.

des' first shot takes asha right in the chest, from behind.

his second shot blows her brains out the front of her skull.

her body violently jerks to the side, and then slumps across the steps. dimitris, watching this, clucks his tongue, and intones: ] It is so hard to keep good help these days.

[Spike growls and runs for the staircase, taking care to step on Asha as he passes. Good riddance. He pauses to punch the first guard he comes across (atk 26, dmg 12).]

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