closed ♔ stealing second after second just cuz i know i can

[behindcloseddoors]

WHO || Spike, Wynn, Dumage, the baddies [Closed]
WHAT || Spike and Wynn enact a daring and stupid plan to pull Dumage out of danger
WHERE || NYC
WHEN || 2016, directly after this
HOW || Actionspam

[ As promised, Wynn meets Spike at the airport, to take him on a private plane back to New York where he just came from. He isn't particularly chatty on the way, although when they've landed, he turns back to regard him. ]

I'll ask one more time if you're certain of this, Sir Spike.  It is your decision, but I will trust your word.

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[postergirl]

Because they didn't think you were suicidal? Why on Earth are you here? I told you to go!

[bigbad]

I did go. I just came back. [He rolls his shoulders.] Literally. Back-to-back cross-Atlantic flights. Believe it or not, this is a Wynn-approved mission. His idea, even. I was just the bloke dumb enough to say yes.

[postergirl]

Why? Because you really were egotistical enough to believe you were the one who could stop them?

[bigbad]

Bloody hell, no. I'm not that moronic. [He reaches to take her hand again.] I wanted to get you.

[postergirl]

[ of all the things she could have expected him to say, apparently that was not one of them. her hand sits limply in his for a moment, the shock obvious. ] ...You what?

[bigbad]

[Oh, Dumage. He actually smiles slightly. He'd assumed it was obvious. Only someone he cares about could inspire him to take this sort of risk.]

Wynn's going to get me out of here, ideally before those gits murder me. Come with me when he does.

[postergirl]

[ she hesitates just a bit, something vulnerable seeming to swim to the surface of her eyes ] If I go anywhere, they won't rest until I'm dead.

I fell into this too deep, Spike. There's no way out for me now. You need to save yourself.

[bigbad]

Maybe, but they'd be declaring war on the knights to do it, and it doesn't seem like they're ready to do that just yet.

[He squeezes her hand, stepping in closer.]

I came because you deserve a real choice. Please. Let me save you too.

[postergirl]

[ metal heart - garbage

she doesn't draw away as he pulls closer, the small amount of space between them vanishing, her fingers lighting against his stomach, crooking into the fabric of his shirt automatically as she looks back and forth between his eyes, measuring what he's saying.

her fingers abruptly ball into a fist as she yanks him the last few inches, her lips seeking his with an immediacy and urgency that doesn't leave much time for interpretation.

it's over before he can get his bearings back, and as she draws away, she says simply: ] You bloody idiot.

[bigbad]

[He's a vampire, it shouldn't be this easy to make him breathless.

His hand reaches up to touch his lips, blinking slightly. For all that this is, he supposes, a big, dramatic gesture, he didn't really expect that.]

Dumage...

[Please let that be a yes, not a goodbye.]

[postergirl]

Shut up. [ she looks back over her shoulder quickly ] How does Wynn think he's going to get anyone out of here?

[bigbad]

Well, love, you have found a rather effective way of shutting me up.

[He can't resist. I rolled a 5. He had to say it.]

He didn't give details. Just said he'd get us out, no matter the cost.

[He walks over to the window and peers out (spot 31), as if it might give him a clue to where their rescue might come from. He's pretty sure he'd survive jumping out, if it came to it, but he'd probably be in bad enough shape that the bad guys would be able to finish him off pretty fast, and Dumage isn't half as durable. That is probably not the plan.]

[postergirl]

[ dumage paces behind him, hands rubbing her arms anxiously ] Every door is being watched. They only let you up here because they intended to kill you after finding out what you wanted. With her here, there's not going to be any escape.

[ she keeps ranting behind him, but spike becomes fixated on a point in the distance that looks at first like a plane. except that it seems to be... heading straight towards the window, and growing larger.

and larger.




... wait a second. planes don't flap their gigantic wings. ]

[bigbad]

Uh, Dumage, pet?

[He's going to take a few steps back.]

I think our ride might be here.

[Either that or they're in a whole lot of new trouble. But he's hoping for ride.]

[postergirl]

[ lying from you -linkin park

dumage stops in her tracks, and looks out the window as the thing gets closer - and the silver frills of a large reptilian head come into focus rapidly approaching. her mouth drops open, as she realizes at least that it's not stopping, and reaches out to grip spike's wrist. ]

MOVE! [ she yanks him towards the door, bursting it open and dragging him into the hall just as the dragon's massive head comes crashing through every window on the side of the building with a deafening shattering sound. reflex saves bc she sure... crit failed and tripped on the doorstep... ]

[bigbad]

[Well. This is happening. Spike stumbles back, but manages to maintain his balance gracefully (reflex 23), reaching out a hand to keep her from falling as well (reflex 23 again so gay).]

Bloody hell!

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[postergirl]

[ she grabs onto him tightly, ducking her head against his chest as glass sprays against the back of his coat. they are crouched in the hall, and behind them, hear the sound of building and glass still breaking away as the dragon literally burrows into the side of the hotel room, twisting so that its neck and head point straight down the hallway at them. at the far end of the hall, the door opens - and there stands draken, the mind master and several guards behind them. ] Oh my god.

[extremist]

[ megalomaniac - incubus

draken is left staring aghast down the throat of a dragon several meters away. the dragon's mouth opens and a cloud of silver gas begins to gather between its copious fangs. dumage grips spike by the shoulders and pulls him into the next door down the hall, squeezing their bodies into the narrow space as the dragon unleashes a cone of gas down the length of it. ]

[bigbad]

[Spike follows her easily, holding up his coat to shield her as much as she can, for all the good that'll do against gas.]

[postergirl]

[ well, he at least resists getting paralyzed but the hallway is full of gas and he can't see how the bad guys fared on the other end as it drifts down that way. 76 dmg tho ;; dumage is out of the cone tucked against the door so she misses the worst of it, but coughs into his chest. ] We have to go! Is that thing here to save us or kill us?!

[bigbad]

Bloody hell if I know, but let's not stick around and find out!

[He grabs her hand and starts pulling her down the hallway. However they're faring, they're probably plenty distracted at least. Seems like a good time for an escape attempt.]

[postergirl]

[ guess who lacks the upper body strength to CLIMB UP ON A DRAGONS BACK this girl she rolled a 2 :( ]

[bigbad]

[Oh my god, Dumage. This is why you've got Spike, at least, here to pick her up (str 18) and... oh my god that's a crit fail PSYCH action point says climb 16.]

[postergirl]

[ she will wrap her arms around his neck and hold on for dear life as the dragon unleashes a loud, screeching roar that sends shivers up her spine. she buries her head against spike, as the dragon retracts from the hotel amid more splintering glass, the sound of flapping wings deafening around them, and stirring up a wild wind. ]

[bigbad]

[Spike lets out a whoop, keeping an arm tightly around her and holding on to.... anything you can hold onto with a dragon. He's experienced a lot of crazy things since waking up without memories so many years ago. This? Might top all of them.]