Mark Sandazhard (
nosdacariad) wrote in
knightsoflegend2015-01-03 10:08 pm
andres ♔ you know you've got everybody fooled

WHO || Failboat
WHAT || Mark has something to share with the team
WHERE || Flight from Andres to England
WHEN || September 30th [backdated]
HOW || Actionspam
[So, as September winds to an end, Wynn demands all those Knights on Andres take a break from toiling away to fix the Isle, and return to London to celebrate the new large batch of incoming squires. After the horrors of losing teammates, it seems fitting to celebrate what they can.
Failboat travels back in a private plane that Mark may have stolen from Dimitris' airfield. Sup. With everyone on board, however, he looks a little grim when they're in the air, and stands in the entranceway from the cockpit, looking out at them for a moment, before clearing his throat. ]
I've uh, got something to talk to you guys about.

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[He'll mix up a few drinks - because this plane has some kind of bar, right? Archer wouldn't be in it if it didn't, so he mixed them up some Old Fashion-eds. He gives Finnick his first, though, then gives one to Elena.]
Cheers.
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Cheers.
[She'll even click his glass before she pulls the drink towards herself and takes a...long sip.
Sorry, Mark, they're ready now. :)]
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There hasn't really been a good time to bring it up, because I figure you all need to hear it.
Someone... knew my secret. For years now. I never found out how they learned it in the first place, really, but-- they not only knew, they knew how badly I needed to keep it from everyone else.
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She-
[That's all she gets out before she just stares at him like IS IT WHO I THINK IT IS, MARK?? She does not seem... at all pleased by the way that she's putting this puzzle together.]
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[That won't stop him from enjoying it, though.]
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Dumage. Dumage knew.
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Of course it was her. [She remembers a little conversation she had, when she saved Mark from her before her life went to hell.] No wonder she was all over your dick.
[S-so classy.]
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I think what Elena's trying to say is … none of us are exactly surprised by the idea of Dumage hiding things. Remember Venice? Sneaking off with that blonde girl? [ Hell if she remembers who all she told about that. ] She doesn't have a great track record with honesty. Or ... anything.
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[That's how she remembers it at least. And realizing that she got too swept up in the mission actually makes her feel terrible because she did realize all of this at the briefing but there was so much going on. To Mark she adds:]
I hope you realize how wrong she was now.
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And you-- [Spike turns back towards Mark, leaning forward in his seat.] Should never speak to a lady like you spoke to her. No matter what she's done. You're hardly Prince Charming.
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Chill, Spike. Wanting to bang a prince and getting all pissy about it later doesn't make her a traitor.
[She's closer to that than Dumage, lbr.
She's so happy she has this drink.]
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[ Buffy shrugs helplessly—as if she really does want to find a reason to think better of Dumage. Which is false. She doesn't at all. ]
I mean, none of us really have to wonder which came first: finding out about Mark, or dating him. [ To Mark, she adds, ] No offense. [ Blowing out a puff of air that has her bangs flying away a bit, she looks deflated. This is pretty startling, even if it 100% fits with her world view of Dumage. She's not thinking about Mark being a jerk right now. That honestly doesn't seem like her business. #ProtagonistCenteredMorality, brought to you by defend Scoobies at all costs (even when they're wrong).
Her attention shifts to Archer. ] Is it too late to take you up on that drink offer? On second thought, I think we're all gonna need one.
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I wouldn't be so quick to defend if I were you. Traitor might not be that far off. [ he shoots spike a dirty look, and then gives kat an almost pained one. ] No, look-- It was-- That part doesn't matter. She made me think it was one thing, and it was another. And by the time she laid her cards out on the table, she already had her hooks in.
She blackmailed me. She didn't just hold it over my head. She made me do things, and threatened that if I didn't do them, she'd let it slip, and Dimitris would kill me, or take it out on my people, or... who knows what else.
Defend her all you want, but she's the one who told me to let Roger James in the door that night.
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That conniving little bitch. That's how she knew where to find Decker Greenwall. I made a deal with that goddamned trollop over something she was part of.
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[Whatever Myri had thought about the dynamic, she had never thought it would really go that far, had never considered it. She slowly lowers herself back into her seat, actually shaking from how angry she is.]
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And if she has turned traitor and fled the castle, at least it'd mean she's all right and has a good reason for not responding to her texts.
He shoves all that aside and turns, leveling his gaze on Mark again.]
Did Wynn know? That it was her who told you?
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[ Buffy gets up, wedging herself between Des and Mark. It's been two years, but she still feels compelled to make sure there's someone between him and anyone playing a part in Jade's death. Hell, she'd like someone to be between her and anyone involved. The wound never stops feeling fresh. ]
Are you sure? It was her. Directly. Not some changeling, not someone telling you it was coming from her … [ Because this is a heavy fucking accusation to make and it makes her wonder why Dumage was ever welcome in the castle. ] If it's true, why would Wynn keep her around? [ She has to skip over Spike's question and assume Mark told him. Mark kept Wynn abreast of this stuff. She has to believe that of him. ]
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