[Closed] Wartable: RESCUE WAYLAID INQUISITION CARAVAN

[justice_is_blond]

WHO: The Iron Bull, Malcolm Reynolds, Anders, Jamie McCrimmon, Lenneth
WHAT: Five people set off to figure out what happened to a caravan
WHEN: Backdated, pre-Emprise
WHERE: A village east of the emerald graves
NOTES: Violence, death, fun for the whole family.

A shipment of rare materials bound for Skyhold from Southern Orlais and several refugee families picked up along the way disappeared somewhere in the Dales, where Empress Celene and Grand Duke Gaspard's war currently rages. The Inquisition has managed to narrow their last location to a village east of the Emerald Graves.

Comments

[wontforgetyou]

At first, Jamie keeps his eyes on the guards, watching closely in order to make sure their attention doesn't drift over to the door. He's ready if they do, though, the stone still held loosely in his hand. All he needs to do is pull his arm back and let it fly - and once or twice it seems he's going to have to do just that. Those moments pass, though, and after each one he breathes a silent internal sigh of relief.

After a bit, however, he becomes aware of how long Anders is taking with the lock. Or, more accurately, how long it seems to be taking Anders to get the thing open, anyway. Granted, there's part of him that's aware that these things take time. He still remembers what it'd been like with Victoria and her hairpins, and how she'd had to fiddle with things to get them to go just -so- before everything would fall into place and the lock would spring open.

But patience has never really been his strong suit, and even though in reality it's only been maybe a few minutes, at best, it feels like it's taking forever for those tumblers to fall into place. His eyes wind up flicking back to Anders more than once, and he has to make himself keep still, rather than give into the urge to pace or twist at his own fingers or some other sort of the impatient movements he tends to fall into when he's forced to wait. Even with that, he can't quite stop himself from scraping his teeth over his lower lip, biting down on it as Anders starts the process all over again - or silently urging him on by mouthing the words "Come on" to himself a couple of times.

For all of that, he's still ready for some sort of action, and when the lock turns, he turns as well, throwing the stone in his hand with all his might, sending it sailing across the courtyard in the opposite direction of where they are. It hits the wall just where he wants it to, making an noise just loud enough that the guard that's the closest to them lifts his head and looks towards the wall, rather then behind him where the door is. Jamie doesn't hesitate, reaching for another stone with one hand and reaching out to grasp Anders's arm, holding onto it for a few seconds in order to try and get his attention, this time mouthing his words so Anders can see them.

"Get ready to get the door open."

[justice_is_blond]

Jamie's fidgeting isn't helping. Not that he can exactly blame the guy, there might be refugees suffering behind these walls, but seeing Jamie mouthing things... Well. He can't blame him, and at least Anders has something to work on.

The soaring rock has Anders almost reaching out to try to grasp it with magic until he gets what Jamie's doing, and then he stays still, looking at the younger man. Right. Covering for the noise and extra alertness. When the door opens, it won't just be even more noise, it'll be a change in the shadows, too.

Anders holds up a finger, gesturing for a moment and tapping on the door twice, quietly, to make sure the others are in position there. Once he gets a tap back, and Jamie is ready, he'll open the door and they'll take this mess on.

[wontforgetyou]

Once the door opens all bets are off anyway, as far as Jamie's concerned. Given the guards have already gotten a good look at their faces, he's guessing that there's going to be about a zero chance of avoiding a fight - which is fine with him. He's more than ready to take on the guards in the name of rescuing these refugees.

As he catches sight of the finger, however, he clamps his mouth shut again and returns to his position. From there it's only the matter of a few moments for him to unsheath his weapon and hold it at the ready, shifting position so that he'll be able to spring up from hiding at a moment's notice and join in once the fight starts. His eyes flick back to Anders, briefly, and he gives the other man a nod. He's good to go at any point now, and until the others get inside he'll be content to watch and wait for the chance to strike.

[justice_is_blond]

[[and moving down to the fight!]]