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.

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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?

[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.

[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.

[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?

[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.

[piquedbutler.livejournal.com]

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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.]

...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.

[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.