andres ♔ you know you've got everybody fooled

[nosdacariad]

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.

Comments

[bigbad]

[Spike looks over at Buffy, desperate gratitude in his expression. He knows it means more to him than to Dumage that people believe her. Honestly, it would only help her cover for the knights to scream traitor at her. But he doesn't want them all to think so poorly of her. He doesn't want them to write her off immediately when he knows if it had been anyone else, there'd be doubt. With Elena, they'd all assumed she'd been mind controlled or something, or that there was more to the story because sweet, kind Elena would never do anything like that.

He believes the letter. He knows it isn't fair to blame Mark for not believing it, for thinking the worst of her, but he does anyway. Still, his eyes are at least clear enough to know that if he sees Dumage again, he can't trust her. She's playing too many sides for him to know without more information that she's currently on their team.

But at least with the letter, he has hope. That she will come back, and when she does, she'll be on their side after all.]

I don't see why she'd bother writing a letter just to lie to me. But Buffy's right. It doesn't matter. [He sags a little, letting his arm with the letter in it slip to his side. He looks up at Wynn.] Just thought you should know before you wrote her off. [She might not care what they all thought of her, but he cared. Probably more than he should.]

[isisagent]

[Archer is just sipping at his flask, arms-folded, looking extremely sour. He can't help but inject some commentary;]

The inter-departmental communication in this organization is frankly appalling, for the record.

[He's actually just tired of not being in the loop on all the espionage.]

[wynn]

Sir Summers, I believe, has a point.

Whatever damage has been done can no longer be reversed. I certainly hope, as I am sure we all do, that Sir Moulet tells the truth in her letter, but we cannot be certain until we see her again. Ideally, she will return with something that proves her true to her word.

In the meantime, I do not think it is wise to attempt to look for her.