Behind Closed Doors | KoL

hit the floor - linkin park

WHO || Myri, Mark, Dumage [Closed]
WHAT || On the even of war, Myri seeks out her friend
WHERE || Knights HQ
WHEN || Sept 18th, night 
HOW || Actionspam. Single thread.

As Myri makes her way through the halls of the Dragon's Hide a little bit after the meeting disperses, she hears voices as she approaches Mark's room.  It's not hard to make out that the other one is Dumage (listen 25), and the two seem to be practically sniping back and forth as she comes to a halt before the closed door.

"You know," Mark is saying, all the patience drained from his voice, his teeth sounding clenched.  "One day?  All of this is going to catch up to you.  And then I'm going to be more than happy to stand there and laugh you all the way to the door."

Dumage's usually smug tones are laced with something almost menacing as she responds: "That's never going to happen.  Whatever else you are, you're not a complete fool.  What do you think is going to happen to you if you speak up?  Don't act as if you don't know precisely what's waiting for you.  And what that means for everyone you care so much about."  She emphasizes the word with derision, and Mark rebuts instantly.

"You don't know me as well as you think."

♬ Battle Flag - Lo Fidelity All Stars (ft. Pigeonhead)

WHO || Wynn, Kat, Gar, Mark, Dumage, Zero, Finnick, Spike, Martha [closed]
WHAT || Team Failboat is debriefed on their mission... and fights to stay on it!
WHERE || The Round Table Room, HQ
WHEN || Sometime around July 8th
HOW || Actionspam

[ Back at the castle, it's that time, and slowly the Knights file into the Round Table room for the dreaded meeting with Wynn to find out exactly why it is that he's yanked them off the mission to return here so suddenly...

and try to convince him to let them keep on the job.

Kat takes a seat at the 3 o'clock table position, with Gar on her left. Mark sits closer to the table's 6, and Dumage sits down two seats from his left.

So far, no Wynn to be seen since they've gotten back to the castle.]

♬ Imitosis- Andrew Bird

WHO || Arthur Pendragon, Wynnefalshond, Dumage Moulet, Mark Sandazhard [closed]
WHAT || ? ? ?
WHERE || A first floor hallway
WHEN || Tues, Feb 21st, evening, right before the Chicago briefing
HOW || Actionspam or prose or whatnot.

Just because Arthur almost died in training less than a week ago is hardly any reason to slack, and Fred and company don't go any lighter on him for what happened. There might be a bit of good-natured ribbing about getting nearly killed by a girl (whenever the women weren't in earshot), particularly by the elder fighters from the Shadow World who invested less awe in the Arthurian legends in the first place, but they were all too happy to spar anytime. So by the end of each training session, even a warrior in good shape would find himself winded and in need of a break. It's not quite time for evening meal yet as Arthur descends from the second floor in the direction of the squire rooms and baths.

It's unusual to find Wynn in this section of the castle, as he tends to make himself rare in the first place, barely making appearances even in the training oriented rooms of the castle. Hearing his voice, therefore, emanating from a slightly ajar door in the stretch of rooms largely reserved for squires rings as slightly unusual. He seems to be in the middle of some parting words.

"... think you might benefit from sharing a few words with him, in time. Though for the time being, I would suggest focusing on the assignment you'll be receiving today."

An answering male voice from within asks: "But if you hear from Jack, you'll--" His voice is laced with strained anxiety, and Wynn cuts him off smoothly.

"Of course." And with that, Wynn moves out into the hallway, where he sees Arthur just a couple yards away. He pauses, hand on the door handle, looking as if he was actually so preoccupied that he was surprised to see anyone there, so much as he can evince surprise at anything.

He recovers within the span of an instant, nodding to Arthur in greeting as he steps towards him, though he angles to walk past him without really seeming inclined to stop.