Anastacia O'Keefe (
silvermaid) wrote in
knightsoflegend2014-09-18 07:21 pm
andres ♔ in the dark of day teach us love again

♬ new revolution - gin wigmore
WHO || Anastacia O'Keefe, Bambi Dalton, Frankie Matera, Helen Magnus, Alaric Saltzman, Alice Lincoln, Edain, Thoster Chatwyn, Hook, Adi Laskaris, Max Rast, Brantley River
WHAT || A team of Knights is tasked with providing transport off the Island for local Shadowkind
WHERE || Andres Isle
WHEN || September 19th, 2014
HOW || Actionspam
[ The two groups responsible for evacuation of Shadowkind travel to the island via stealth boat, which puts their arrival a little behind everyone else's. They run aground not far from both the woods, and the harbor. Edain grins out at the sleepy island, dressed in full armor, hand on the hilt of his sword. Anastacia frowns as she watches the woods, however, clearly more on edge about what they have to do. ]
From here, everything looks so peaceful...

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[I feel like this tag is just a love letter to Emma. There you go.]
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and crit fails.
i knew that string of luck would come back to haunt me.]
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He drops his sword and draws his gun, leveling it at the ape (atk..... crit..... fail.....)]
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[ /init ]
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Obviously, gurl's got some issues.] Thank you...
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No prob.
[ she pats bambi on the back gently, managing to quell the awkward for comfort. (she has sisters ok, she knows how to do hugs.) while she is doing that, she uses her other hand to squeeze max's arm in silent thanks for shielding her. ]
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It can be reconnected, right? There are spells for that? I've heard they can regrow my hand, they can also regrow my bloody arm!
[If he sounds a little hysterical, it's because his ARM IS RIGHT ON THE GROUND IN FRONT OF HIM AND THAT'S NOT WHERE IT SHOULD BE.]
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She's just... gonna step away from that hot mess and go stand over here.]
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What they find is apparently a guy with one arm, and some kind of creatures that Cora doesn't even want to know right now. She just glances over them for a moment before actually speaking.]
Looks like we missed the party.
[Hi, guys. Sup.]
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What happened?
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Uhh..... Crabs, monkeys, and panther. [And now with a horse and a bear.]
Kind of remind me of a school trip. [Except that school trip wasn't trying to kill him.
Brantley squats down and picks up something from the ground. And now he got a hook.]
I'll help you carry... this until we someone can find someone to reattach it. If you don't mind, of course. [He tries to smile as he makes the friendly gesture, but holding a detached limb is always awkward, right? Well, this gives a new meaning to the phrase "holding someone else's arm."]
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Aren't you supposed to put severed ... parts on ice or something? To help it not ... deteriorate?
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[Bambi's gonna go over here and say hi to Stiles... Hi Stiles.]
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Where's Gold to pickle it and put it in a jar when you need him?]no subject
[HI NEW PEOPLE YOU MISSED A LOT... also hi sad shadowkind people.
She turns to them and slaps her knees like a condescending tour guide talking to small children.] ANYWAY. Hi, guys. Who wants to go on a boat ride?
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I understand it's very traumatic, but we'll all be losing life and limb- quite literally if we don't do best to hurry. Between Sir O'Keefe and I, we should be able to do something for the pain. But you're good enough with that blade that I don't want your hands occupied holding onto a severed limb. The clerics will do what they can once we all return home. Please, Sir Jones... We still have work to do.
[diplomacy 32.]
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