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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[As the guards lower their guns and the adrenaline of the constant running and fighting starts to wear off, Elena's left standing in a room with a bunch of people who should hate her and the bodies of people who were never supposed to die.

She doesn't want to believe that it's over, but she's almost certain it is. She knows first hand what the Mind Master is capable of. She highly doubts they're anywhere reachable now.

Elena watches Des with guarded eyes as he makes her way over, not expecting the gesture, and as he kneels in front of Myri, her feet move her away, toward a corner of the room she might avoid less eyes. She feels sick, helpless, worthless, having made not a difference at all, and she's waiting for the outburst, the proof that she doesn't belong here.

It's going to come from somewhere. It's only a matter of time.

And honestly, if she could get away to mourn by herself, she would do it. She just knows that now that they've found her, they're not going to let her go. She just doesn't think of it in nearly the same terms as they do.]

[ gar crosses slowly behind myri and elena, making her way round to where kat is sitting stunned in the face of myri's pronouncement, squeezing her eyes closed and shaking her head as she tries to reject it. gar squats down beside her, moving a tentative hand to her shoulder. ] Kat...

I'm so sorry.

[ kat's eyes open slowly, but she doesn't look away from fred's body, frowning deeply to keep from letting tears out as she says: ] Don't be sorry. Sorry means he's gone, and he's not-- [ she manages to stop herself, to weakly add: ] They can bring him back. Someone can. Someone will.

[Despite Des' encouragement, Myri can't help but see everything falling apart, which causes her to interpret the actions of the others as some reaction to her failure. When Elena moves away, she assumes it's because the girl can't stand to remain beside her. When Kat states that someone can bring Fred back, it feels like a slap. Someone else. A better cleric. Someone who won't let her down.

So she remains on the ground, silent, waiting for someone to ask her to leave.]

And your brilliant plan is to—what? Stand around and do nothing? Let him get away?

[ Buffy bristles under Des' gaze, already on edge from the effort of suppressing her reaction to her dear friends' deaths until a more appropriate time, made worse by the fact that he's acting like he needs to defend Myri from her.

Snappishly, she turns to Gar, because Kat's in no position to do anything but panic, and someone needs to deliberate and get them moving. They can't just stand here, frozen in shock. ] Call Solace.

[ And she makes her way to Myri's side. Crouching beside her friend, she rests a gentle hand on Myri's shoulder. Blood rubs off Buffy's palm, staining the back of her shirt. ] Please. Even if it's just a best guess, it's the only thing we've got. How far do you think she could get with a spell like that? We need to know how wide of a net to cast on this island—if they're even still on it.

[ Thomas and Fred would want them to find Sarandis. They'd want the Knights to get the job done, so it wasn't for nothing. It can't be for nothing. There's something measured and uncomfortably distant about how Buffy responds. Divorcing herself from the situation means not engaging on the emotional level of her teammates, not allowing herself to sink into that because she knows she won't be able to pull out of it.

She's done too much to allow herself time to process it right now. Looking into that darkness, that empty pit of loss, might mean losing herself entirely in it, and they still have work to do. ]

[Taking a breath, Myri shifts to look at Buffy and nods.]

Hundreds of feet. Likely under half a mile. I wouldn't be able to go even half of that but I don't know just how far her power could take her.

[Her voice is still shaky but focusing on a question is easier than letting her imagination go wild with all the possible outcomes of this.]

[Des sets his jaw, clenching a fist instinctively, and stands, unable to give her a proper answer to that and, for once, not having a snappy, sardonic retort. He glances around the room for a moment, taking in the sight, and his hardened expression grows weary.

And with nothing else to do, he looks over at Elena trying to hide against the wall, and walks over to join her. It's an unfathomable gesture of solidarity, but also an act of a man who feels like he has nothing to offer anyone in this room. The least he can do is remind Elena that not everyone was ever against her.

The fist he's had clenched since Buffy reprimanded him slowly unclenches, finger by finger, until he reaches out to take Elena's hand, and there's something in the gesture that suggests Des thinks he needs it as much as Elena does.]

[Having been chased for months, this doesn't feel much different. She and Des hadn't exactly been close, after all, but if any of the people in this room are outcasts?

It's probably them.

So when he reaches out and takes her hand, that's what she takes it as. Her expression doesn't change; she just looks at him, and he'll feel her gently squeeze it back.

Finding Dimitris and the Mind Master will be difficult, maybe even impossible with whatever skills she has in her arsenal. Elena herself has already proven how hard it is to find someone who doesn't want to be found.]

Good.

[ An affirming nod later, Buffy squeezes her shoulder. Actionable information. That's a start. ]

That's good: they can't have made it far. [ She stands, deliberately turning away from where Fred and Thomas lie in mangled heaps on the floor. ] We need to rally everyone we've got, run a sweep. They're not getting off this island. [ This isn't over. It can't be over; it can't be for nothing. ]

[and finnick crouches down next to myri's other side, and against her other shoulder in a comforting gesture. /makes a myri sandwich.]

We should tell Wynn. [good thing he'll be here like any moment now ...]

[ pure death - yasushi ishii ]

There is little need. [ as a matter of fact, wynn is standing in the doorway behind y'all, taking in the scene before him slowly, gaze tracing between thomas - his dragon's claw - and fred jr. - his own blood, awash in their own blood where they lie. ] Sir Summers is correct. We will send every Knight available to scour this Isle.

[ he looks to mark next, who trembles with a rage that has nowhere to go, now that his mortal enemy has vanished into thin air. wynn's words seem directed towards him, even as he addresses the room. ] Justice will prevail, whether today or tomorrow. We will see this done.

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[Coming to a stop at Wynn's heels, Rose stands frozen as she takes in the sight before her, the broken body of Thomas, the bloodied remains of Fred, her eyes lingering on the latter as her face remains a nearly emotionless mask, only the air that feels as if it's been forced out of her lungs suggesting any response at all to the sight before her.

Death so fresh and so close pushes in on her, a pressure that makes her temples throb and she considers it, how easy it would be to lower the wall in her mind, to get one last glimpse but she says nothing, does nothing, just looks on in stoic silence as Wynn speaks.]

[ gus comes in and stops as he takes in the scene, heart seizing in his throat, stomach bottoming out as he catches the tail end of wynn's words. fucking fred, practically a baby. the expression on kat's face. he looks away from the tiny blonde. watching her grief seems... wrong. he's spent years watching her guard herself, seeing that guard shatter feels like a cruel invasion of her privacy.

it's thomas that draws his attention finally, moving across the floor to his broken body. thomas is safe, somehow, as if his age and status -- dragon's claws don't often last incredibly long, after all -- make his death easier for gus to bear. or perhaps it's the knowledge that nothing can bring him back, there is not terrifying hope to cling to. thomas' divine birthright precluded him from being resurrected.

with the ease of picking up a child (strength 20 total), he picks up the man he's admired for over a decade, looked to as a friend and confidante, and moves to carry him out of the throne room with a certain reverence. gruffly, he tells wynn as he passes, jaw tight: ] I'll bring him to the boats.

[As soon as the guards surrender, Spike stops punching them and instead just shoves his way past them, none to gently, perhaps, but not like he's actively trying to hurt them. While everyone else is debating and interrogating and mourning and whatever else, Spike's searching the balcony, hoping for any sign that it's a trick, that they're still in range, or maybe some sort of clue to where they've gone. He can't consider the possibility that they're just gone without a trace. He's been so ready to dismember Dimitris, to pay him back for all the pain he's caused Spike and Myri and Kat and so many others. He needs this. Has needed it for a long time now.

When Wynn arrives, Spike finally realizes it's futile, and kicks viciously at the balcony railing (atk 23, dmg 12). It doesn't help anything, but he has nothing else to take out his rage on. Might as well add a little to Mark's home repair bill.]

Bugger all. He bloody got away.

[Des's expression falls when Wynn and company arrive and he glances at Elena with a worried look. Unfortunately, there's nothing he can do for her to help her there- the opinion of one guy on the fringes of this entire operation doesn't really have much sway.

He gives Elena's hand a squeeze and leans over to whisper:] No one's gonna let anything happen to you, Cupcake.

[And with yet another promise he's not sure he can keep, he follows Gus out the door, shooting Rose and Dean dark looks as he passes, because Elena Protection Society Life, that's why.

He doesn't have much to contribute in there, but he can do some detective work around the damn castle.]

[as will enters the room, his eyes skim over the gory scene, not needing to be former sort-of fbi to know what just went down. not good. very bad. etc. he never knew thomas and barely knew fred, so he's not exactly drowning in feelings. instead, he beelines over to elena, not really attempting eye contact with anyone else. it's not even that he's ... taking the next shift on elena duty lmao. she still reminds him (very abstractly) of abigail and he finds a small comfort in that.]

How did Dimitris get away? [there's not exactly a dimitris-sized hole in the wall....]

[Any of the people coming into the room who care can easily tell that she's in no danger of going anywhere. She wishes she could disappear, perhaps, but she's not running.

She always intended to come home after it was over, and it was. She'd failed.

Elena looks up at Will as he comes over, briefly watching Des make his exit before meeting his gaze, face impassive but with tired eyes.]

Mind Master. She cast some kind of spell, from what I could tell.

[Rose drags her eyes away from Fred's lifeless body as Des passes her, confusion meeting that dirty look as she sets eyes on the man she'd never seen before let alone known what she'd done to earn his apparent disdain. Another time and place she would likely have demanded to know WTF it was about but this was neither of those and she swallows her question before it can be given voice. (WS 23).]

We'll... start searching. [Weight shifting, the brunette unable to handle standing around when there's still a chance, slim as it might be, that they can still find Dimitris and she needs to be away from this scene, her head throbbing like somebody is hammering an ice pick into her temple.]

[When Wynn arrives, Myri pales noticeably. But Rose's assertion pulls her back to the present, recognizing that they still have a job to do. She can worry about Wynn kicking her out for letting Fred die later.

Or now. She can worry about it now, silently.

Slowly, she stands, gripping Finnick's hand like a lifeline, keeping her from spiraling into everyone's emotions. Once the floodgates of her mind opened, it was harder to shut out all of the emotions flying around- and they're currently filling this room to the brim.]

Is anyone else hurt? I don't know just what I can manage but I can try...

[She's never been this close to out of spells before. But get some heals while you can!!]

[ gar has moved away from kat to make the call to solace, loathe to brief him on the situation aloud in front of her. ] As soon as possible, yes.

[ kat seems to have lost the ability to respond, casting a dulled look around the room as thomas as carried out. she hovers protectively over fred's body, as if not about to let anyone cart him off, as if it's too much of an act of finality. ]

[ mark moves to wynn's side, glancing back across the room, his frustration still palpable, the sword excalibur still in hand. ] It wasn't supposed to be like this.

[ there's an apology in the words, and it's clear that on some level, he feels like he's failed wynn, slowly dragging his eyes up to meet the leader of the knights'. ] I'll find him. [ the words are hard, a stern promise. ] He's done enough damage. [ with that, he stalks out, heading to go check out the roof. ]

[ he passes jack, who stops up short in front of gus as he enters, mouth falling open as he sees the body in his arms. ] Thomas...

[ he takes a step closer, eyes tracing back and forth across the corpse, taking in the extent of his injuries. ] No. [ the word, however, is not a real denial, simply a soft exhalation of regret. ]

[ dean steps in behind rose, barely paying any heed to the look des casts him as he walks by. he's a little preoccupied by the dead - and by the announcement. ] Any idea what kinda spell we're dealing with?

[ lan walks in slowly at the back, looking pretty damn worse for the wear, he, too, sees thomas and pales, then notices fred, and lowers his head, closing his eyes and shaking his head slightly. he walks up behind jack and puts a hand on his shoulder in consolation. ]

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