Palace Raid Mass Log

[stagethreeclinger]

Characters: Everyone signed up for the palace raid here
Date: 8-15
Location: The Palace
Situation: Raiding for things Eshai would be hiding while the palace guards are busy dealing with landfall.
Warnings/Rating: Uh explosions?

[[ ooc; There will be some subheaders below for each section of this little shindig, so just hop into whatever one of those you'd like and get to tagging! ]]

Pre-Raid | Team Threads | Post Raid

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PRE-RAID

[stagethreeclinger]

[ They show up at the time Vanessa and Una had specified, in the groups that Iorveth had left sectioned out in his notes. It isn't a large operation and it hadn't been designed to be - the Scoia'tel leader had always preferred something quick, quiet and deadly than a mob of charging warriors trying to be human battering rams against a solid wall. Conquer with courage rather than strength.

Well, perhaps this won't be done as quietly as Iorveth had intended, but never the less, efficient. They're all experts at what they do, and they know what they're looking for. Now it's just the making it in and out without being arrested in the process. Or running into the Emperor herself. Oops. ]

Re: PRE-RAID

[solo_patria]

[Enjolras is damned determined that they're going to find some answers this time around if it kills him. When Enjolras is determined, he goes into a more intense mode than usual. Marius at least, may recognize this mode from the barricades; Enolras's face is set and his gaze is firmly fixed on something none of the others can see, as far off in the distance as it is. He's put on the red waistcoat he found offworld, in the death realm, and though he has no weapons to hand, his stern expression, the filt of his head, and the way he's very firmly avoiding jokes of any kind or even smiling at the others indicates how seriously he takes this.

It's time again, at last, to work for something that matters, and here he is, ready for that. It's time to find an answer for Grantaire, for Cosette, for his own reappearance here, and Korra's, to try, if he might, to determine specifics of what the empress is playing with, or at least to find something that points to it. Now it's time to spring to whatever he must again, and he is ready, not to fight with fists or gun, but with the ideals he's always held most dear, and for as great a purpose as he ever had.]


No man has any natural authority over his fellow men. Rosseau. [He says, quietly to both everyone, and no one all at once.] I am prepared.