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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[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. ]

[ A hand drops on Myri's shoulder—silent appreciation for her priorities. But she doesn't take her up on the offer, instead following Mark out onto the roof after a quick, anxious glance around that never truly engages with any of them. ]

[Elena answers Dean's question, if only because she answered Will's too.]

Some kind of portal? It opened up behind her and swallowed both of them. Myri said they could have only traveled about half a mile at most.

[There's a lack of emotion to her words, but she manages to meet his gaze.]

We'll be lucky if we even know who we're looking for. Psions can screw with your senses. For all we know, they'll double dutch off the island looking like two of us.

Just an illusion, at least, which means if people are really tryin, they might be able to see through em. Beats looking for doppelgangers. And I doubt Dimitris' got his Wynn impression down.

[ gar hangs up, upon watching Jack's entrance and subsequent reaction, and moves towards him with an arm that intends an embrace, but he arrests her approach with a gently lofted palm before she can touch him. Her already fretful expression becomes riddled with insecurity, eyes skating to Wynn, as if in sudden fear of some tacit agreement between the men, that had allowed jack to participate in this battle, at the cost of forsaking the relationship he had promised her. His expression shifts when he takes note of her doubt, and he offers her a sad smile, acknowledging his still acid soaked armor, that he was merely shielding her from. Embarrassed relief floods her features, which melts into sympathy quickly for his loss, ]

[ meanwhile, wynn has shifted his attention to Kat and Fred, approaching her slowly, and then squatting down to place one hand on her shoulder. She looks up at him, and he scans her face, seeming to register the affection at the root of her loss, and it prompts a subtle shift behind his eyes. his tone carries an all too rare intimacy when he speaks to her, and there's a quiet privacy to the words, though they're said for all to hear. ]

The castle is ours. He will be borne to one of the rooms here, where our clerics may tend to him.

[ the optimistic turn of phrase, which makes it sound as though his condition were so much more simple to remedy than it is in truth, seems to afford her the comfort she needs to nod slightly and stop looking ready to fight anyone who dares come near him. ]

[Elena's eyes flick over to Dean, brows knitting together, wondering if there's something more to that doppelganger statement beyond the last hour-ish(?) they've spent together (wis 23).

She hopes not, considering his current company.

Elena looks toward Kat then toward the door, because she sure doesn't want to be in this room anymore. Embracing Kat isn't an option for a myriad of reasons, and intruding on this moment otherwise just leaves a sick feeling in her stomach.

Too bad she'd have to...walk past Wynn, nope.]

[In the midst of that swirl of emotions, Myri might at least feel a little surge of warmth and relief when she speaks, Rose finally able to take her in properly rather than the fleeting glimpse she'd been granted before and though it feels selfish to be grateful when they are surrounded by loss, there's at least a twitch of a smile that touches her lips as she nods to the others who had just entered.]

Them first.

[Dean's words seem to spark something however, her expression grim as she turns something over in her mind. Being still like this, doing nothing makes her feel useless and if there's a chance? After a moment of hesitation, she turns her head towards Dean to speak in a low voice.]

These illusions... would they work on Spirits too or just us?

What, like ghosts? [ give him a sec. ] Not sure. As far as I know, they're not immune. You can trick a ghost in other ways, so it might not be impossible.

[ as jack goes to pick up fred, lan moves to take up myri's offer with a slightly developing limp. it's been a long day for the paladin, and he's out of spells to heal himself, ok. ]

[Just kidding. Myri has a cure light wounds mass spell so instead of waiting for a line to form, she casts it quickly before Mark and Buffy get out the door. And using that roll from that tag that totally didn't happen... 18 hp to anyone who needs it. Merry Christmas.]

[Spike climbs slowly back down the stairs, shoulders slumped hopelessly. He doesn't know why everyone's wasting their time searching. He could be anywhere, and no doubt had an escape plan all ready for him to vanish and put into effect while they waste time combing the island for him.

He heads towards Elena shoving aside his anger for long enough to give her a slight smile. At least they got her back. There's one upside to this whole mess.]

Been a while, pet. You've been missed.

[Again, her expression is guarded as Spike makes his way over. Of everyone here, he's one of the two people who should be the most upset with her.

Her expression is almost stony, giving away none of the surprise she finds at his words (will save 30).]

Really? [She says it as if it's a preposterous idea.] I can't imagine you're speaking for everyone.

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[ kat follows jack out, and wynn straightens up to standing. without looking over, he says firmly from across the room: ] Sir Gilbert.

[Yeah, that's why she was being quiet...

Her shoulders visibly tense, though at least she manages not to...look like a frightened little girl as she looks away from Spike and toward his intimidating gaze(will save 18). She's clearly not as solid as she was a moment ago, though.]

I'm surprised you're even calling me that.

[What is that sir doing there, sir?]

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