A storm to would-be death

[spysinspades.livejournal.com]

[He'd gotten the power back. He'd finally (though it was hard to tell if his efforts had actually done anything for it) coordinated everything and the power was back on.

And he was so tired. Ready to sleep. Sleep harder and longer than he had in years. Until this little anonymous (no, that wasn't true. He knew him, knew all his Spades. It was just the exhaustion talking, the exhaustion) had appeared to what?

What, exactly did this child thing he could do to the King of Spades?

Nothing.

Which is why his voice is a frozen rumble as be literally tosses the would-be assassin out of his room, stalking into the hallway after the body.]

That is not acceptable behavior.

Comments

They had...one thread in which he didn't scare her? At least? XD

[headfollowheart.livejournal.com]

[She needs to stop volunteering to take notes to the Face Suites.

Zoe blinks - it's not a flinch, really - and comes to a stop as the Spade hits the wall and tries stumbling to his feet. He won't get far, and Zoe's expression settles into something still and calm.]

Would you like me to summon the guards, Your Majesty?

[spysinspades.livejournal.com]

[There's a disconnect between the calmness of David's voice, and the brutality of his movements.

The man is caught as he struggles to his feet, one arm twisted up and around making him bend at the waist.]

Yes, I think that would be best.

[Would it be wrong of him, to let his temper get away? Breaking the mans are would certainly be a lesson. His Spades seemed to need a lesson, if this was the behavior they were exhibiting. Maybe not a complete break.

A little bit more pressure, and the man yelps as his shoulder dislocates.]

[headfollowheart.livejournal.com]

[She bites down on the inside of her lip, but doesn't look away as the would-be assassin cries out, and her expression doesn't change as she turns.]

Of course, Your Majesty.

[She's not entirely sure why she trails the pair of guards when they return, except that she still has to deliver the note to Katya.

She should alert Victor.]

[acethatmatters.livejournal.com]

Julien had, of course, been curious about what David had been busying himself with lately. And he is the Ace, so it's not particularly surprising for him to be in this corridor at this hour.

Someone coming flying out the door to David's rooms, however...was a bit more surprising.

"A problem, your Majesty?" he asks, dryly, making no move to restrain the man, assuming David has things well in hand.

[spysinspades.livejournal.com]

Nothing I can't deal with.

[And he was, all chilling aloofness and violence.

The man would not be the same come the next morning. It may be that the King's temper got the slightest bit away from him. When the man is just a crumple on the floor, David turns to Julien once more.]

Was there something you needed?

[acethatmatters.livejournal.com]

Julien watches impassively, offering no comment until David turns his attention back to the Ace.

"Just seeing if his Majesty had any particular things still needing to be accomplished today." Before bed, or so Julien could pull some Numbers out of bed and set them to work, whichever.

A beat, then. "Would you care to have the guards sent up or someone from the infirmary?" And implicit in that is what on earth did he do to set your temper off, David?

[threecardmonty.livejournal.com]

Monty reckons he's been neglecting his ambassadorial duties, so once the power came back and he had things squared away on his end, he decided to visit the Spades and drop off some letters and have a chat with Clive 'bout some mutual concerns. You know, neighborly stuff.

He hadn't expected to get himself turned around and a might lost, and he sure as tootin' didn't expect to see a body go flying past him, nor to see an icily enraged David of Spades follow it out. He freezes in surprise before remembering his manners and making the appropriate bow.

"Your Majesty. Reckon now's not a good time." He'll just edge back this way.

[spysinspades.livejournal.com]

[Monty was a master of understatement.]

Not as such, no.

[But David dealt with the man, swiftly and efficiently. Restraining him with just a touch more enthusiasm than was strictly needed, and perhaps a few more dislocated joints than was strictly necessary.

And example clearly needed to be set, if they thought him so soft as to send someone for him in the night.]

But you are here now, so you may as well tell me what you need.

[Don't waste his time right now, Monty. His temper can't take it.]

[threecardmonty.livejournal.com]

[He rubs the back of his neck.] Reckon I got myself turned around. I was looking for your Jack. Got some messages here, hauled home some of yours and wanted to see if any of ours were stranded out this way.

...brought some wood. Nothing to trouble a king over. I'm mighty sorry. I'll, ah, get outta your hair, Sir. You need me to fetch you someone?"

[wiredspade.livejournal.com]

[Power is back. Life is okay.

No, it wasn't okay. A body is flying out of the King's office. Who would have the audacity to try to kill the King while everyone was stuck in a snow drift? How far and how fast did he think he could escape? Or she?

It didn't matter much now.

She rushes forward, heels thudding on the carpet before kneeling to check the man's pulse. No doubt David killed him or knocked him out, but she didn't want to risk it. Arrogance was a poor trait.]

Majesty? Are you hurt?

[spysinspades.livejournal.com]

[The man was alive. Lucky to be alive.]

I am fine, Meghana.

[Except for the rip in his shirt that might speak of a wound he's pretending isn't there and the icy chill in his voice to match the weather outside.

How could they do this? how could they think this to be acceptable. Possible?]

Him?

[wiredspade.livejournal.com]

[She doesn't repeat. She doesn't care if it implies something. Worrying doesn't mean the whole castle will hear it.]

Excellent, my liege.

[She eyes the wound, looks at David, and knows he will go. Eventually.

Her mind whirs. The Face Cards had peace, they wouldn't upset the balance during a crisis like this. Someone in the high or mid tiers?]

The only reason I'm letting him breathe is the chance he'll talk.

[Stupid fucker. She shot the injured man a glare.]

[morallydefunct.livejournal.com]

He was informed that his presence was needed, though he wasn't sure what he was getting into as he approached the King with a few guards in tow.

"If his Lordship would like, my mean can handle..." Well, whatever this was, "this situation from here on." Which was to say that they would escort the man to the holding cells, and then later- Victor would be by to visit.

"Though, perhaps, you might wish to let on as to why this is about?" The Snow and such was enough to keep him occupied, after all.

[spysinspades.livejournal.com]

[The man dangled from his grip. He'd been just about to find someone to take... this.

His temper wasn't nearly spent, and it still showed in his face and movements beneath his strict control.]

That would be best, thank you Victor. Have his arm set, as well.

[David had gotten a bit over-zealous, and hated to just leave him that way. There'd need to be a great deal of discussion in the future, after all. The man hadn't explained nearly enough.]

It seems there's some disagreement with my choices as King.

[Turning to hand the man over revealed a rip in the shoulder of David's shirt, and a wound seeping.]

[morallydefunct.livejournal.com]

Victor nodded and motioned to his men to take the assassin in hand from the King, whispering in a passing ear to see to the arm and then escort the man down into the area he and Julien had once made use of with Marcus. It was uniquely suited to the Kings needs, after all.

"My Lord, I cannot imagine anyone would disagree with your choices." He said blandly, tilting his head to the side. "My men will send for one of the medical staff." It wouldn't do for the King to fall sick due to injury.

"Do you know how he managed such an attack?" Cameras. The reason for Cameras was this right here.

[piquedbutler.livejournal.com]

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[spysinspades.livejournal.com]

[Chives. He could always depend on Chives. Even when his poor butler was undergoing rather extreme changes.]

Thank you, Declan.

[His rage still pushed at him from the inside, but a quiet moment with tea might help.]

I made a bit of a mess, my apologies.

[The biggest being from when his assassin had hit the hallway wall across from his doors. The rest was really just a bit of knocking things over - much of which David had already dealt with himself.]

[piquedbutler.livejournal.com]

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I imagine it's not at all your fault, milord. Will you sit?

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[maidenthespade.livejournal.com]

[Sometimes it is good to wear spikes, particularly when man comes flying from King's chambers and lands in front of her. Well, this is unhappy turn of events if it is what it is looking like. Katya, with precision of long practice, sets tip of her heel into man's out flung palm and presses down.

Little snaps of bone sound gratifying.]

Are you having fun without me, my Lord?

[Her attention remains on both. Almost she hopes the boy will do something foolish, like try to grab her by ankle.]

[spysinspades.livejournal.com]

[David followed the body out, but Katya seemed to have him in hand.

That left him without an outlet, however, which wasn't the best option. Instead of just standing, he started to pace slowly back and forth - maybe that would help with the excess energy.]

He just dropped into my lap. How could I ignore such a gift, my lady?

[Sarcasm, but perhaps the joking would help even him out.]

[maidenthespade.livejournal.com]

It would have been height of bad manners, my lord. However, I am not wishing to steal your...toy. Shall I fetch guards? Slow guards? [Her gaze falls to rent in his clothing. And med kit.]

...And just when she was coming to cuddle because it's a storm, even if it's not That Kind of storm.

[bitchwithabite.livejournal.com]

PJs are in full gear -- although there's extra bundling, even though power is back and heat is returning to the castle a little at a time. Her room really isn't warm yet, but that's okay, because it's been a while since she visited Papa, and surely he could use some --

The entire line of thinking is ruined when a body collides with the wall. It takes a minute for her to respond, to decide between her instincts as his daughter to protect him (surely he'd return the favor, were it necessary, because they're family, right?), and her instincts as a Spade to let her King prove his dominance when it's so clear that he can. With the man limp on the floor, not yet recovered from the shock of being thrown quite literally out of a room, Amy steps forward.

"I'll call someone." Because surely, with the guy laying prone and David still standing, dominance is expressed, isn't it? He doesn't look like he's getting up anytime soon.

Poor Amy.

[spysinspades.livejournal.com]

[David stood in the doorway, looming and angry.]

Yes, Amy. Thank you.

[Polite formality, as cold and closed off as could be.

But... she was dressed wrong for this situation. She was dressed for papa, not the King. Damn and blast, wasn't that something he was trying to encourage, after his months of cutting himself off from everyone? He tried to modulate his tone into something a little warmer, but he was certain that if Amy tried to touch him while he was so wound up, he'd break her arm.

Itchy had said his distance would be the death of him. Perhaps that's why the man had attacked - he no longer believed David to be worthy of his Kingship.]

I'll wait here.

[With the man. And his temper. And possibly a few joints out of place.]

[civilizedpoison.livejournal.com]

[Well, this wasn't an unfamiliar sight. Of course, in her childhood, the would-be assassins had been ejected from the Queen's rooms, and her mother's rages had certainly had a different flavor.

Though there was certainly an element, she thinks as she slows her steps, of something unhinged.]

David.

[spysinspades.livejournal.com]

[He answers with a coolly modulated voice and forcefully tempered violence.]

Briony.

[He tries for a small smile, while restraining the man.]

Now is not the best time, my dear.

[The pet name feels wrong when he's like this. Forms in his mouth awkwardly.]