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The Underground Mods ([personal profile] undergroundmods) wrote in [community profile] undergrounds2017-10-09 09:30 pm

Five Years Later...



A lot can change in five years. Students who were at Redbright have now started their careers. People have moved out, moved in, started a new life together or apart. Some move on from the city while others return to it. But while the lives of its residents continue to grow and change, London remains as it has ever been: a focal point for magical power.

A tentative peace
The last five years have not been without conflict, both internal and external. The vampires have played with the politics of in-fighting and backstabbing. The werewolves have overthrown their leader and chosen a new alpha. The witches have suffered one scandal after another. And the fae have quietly engineered a small change here, a personal revenge there, until finally with Redbright and Hillingdon acting as neutral parties a peace agreement was reached between Circle Daybreak, the Islington Nest and the East End Pack. Their territories are still beholden to the same rules (e.g. vampires are still forbidden to enter East End territory and vice versa) but they are no longer in open conflict. Small steps, perhaps, but positive ones.

A delicate balance
The year is 2022. The balance of power in the city is now evenly split between the East End Pack, Islington Nest and Circle Daybreak, thanks largely to the rise of the werewolves and the new President Laura Roslin who simultaneously holds the post of Werewolf Representative.

Samantha Okeke lost her position as Witch Representative following allegations of corruption, and has been replaced by Diphylleia "Dee" Absin, a much more co-operative member of the Night Council. While Samantha has retained her title of Mother of Witches, there are rumours that she lost her powers during a confrontation with a powerful fae. Circle Daybreak firmly denies all such speculation.

The connections between the Redbright Institute and the Hillingdon Clan have grown stronger since the former is now perceived to be a more neutral force rather than tied to the Night Council, although Hillingdon certainly still has the less clean-cut image of the two.

Meanwhile, the Seelie and Unseelie Court have largely withdrawn from public life in the mortal realm except in isolated corners, though they claim the right to go where they please throughout the city. Consequently, there are no barriers preventing travel between the realms, which seems for now to be an acceptable compromise.

And after all, politics is the art of compromise.

Looking ahead
All in all, the vampire and fae presence in the city has reduced as the vampires move around and the fae decide that if they're invited it can't be that great a party anyway. The number of witches has recovered thanks to an amnesty allowing those who were once members of Circle Midnight to return (though the faction itself has not reappeared).

The biggest change that has been noticed first by staff at the Redbright Institute however is the increasing number of meta humans, in particular young meta humans, being discovered in the city. Often these are humans with no knowledge of the supernatural developing their powers for the first time. The reason why has yet to be discovered...
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[personal profile] falsify 2017-11-10 12:52 am (UTC)(link)
"You'll see him again, we'll figure it out." Eames turns to face her a little, lifting a hand to brush some of her tears away with his thumb, "I'm not sequestering you away from civilisation forever, just long enough to figure out how to keep you and that child safe from him."
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[personal profile] stauncherhearted 2017-11-10 05:15 am (UTC)(link)
Nancy wants to believe him, she really does. But the more she thinks about it, the harder it's going to be. Most people she knew knew Bill. Knew what he was capable of. Once upon a time, she'd had friends in high places- she'd been a friend of the president- but now Eames was the most prominent friend she had.

How quickly she'd faded from public eye.

Nancy nods, her hand on her stomach again. It didn't hurt to play along, and honestly she didn't have the strength to fight right now. She felt so tight that she might snap at any moment.

"I'm not afraid of him," she says softly. "I'm just heartbroken- I've been with him for over half of my life. I've got his initials on my ribs- and you've seen his tattoo." Bill had her name, the N and Y forming a heart on his chest. He wasn't shy about showing it off, either.

The tattoos, of course, paled in comparison to the other lasting marks Bill had left on Nancy's body and mind.

"He's not going to know what to do. He'll be so lost without me, Eames." There's almost a pleading in her voice as she looks up at Eames.
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[personal profile] falsify 2017-11-10 04:22 pm (UTC)(link)
Okay well first of all the Lord of Autumn is a pretty big deal okay.

It takes some self-restraint not to say 'good' at Nancy's worries about Bill, maybe he'll go get lost in a ditch. He sighs softly and shakes his head, "you don't need to worry about that anymore."

Eames tilts his head, frowning. It's not that he doesn't understand how deeply Nancy loves him, how much she cares, he just doesn't have the patience for her worrying about a man who brutalised her for nearly 15 years. And in a way it's a credit to their friendship that he doesn't bother faking it.

"Maybe he will, maybe he won't. He's not your responsibility anymore."
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[personal profile] stauncherhearted 2017-11-10 04:28 pm (UTC)(link)
Okay, but she used to be bffs with the president.

"I know. But I'm going to worry." It's what she did, they all knew that by now. "I want him to be happy. I do. I really, really do." He deserved happiness. But so did Nancy, right? Her baby, certainly.
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[personal profile] falsify 2017-11-10 04:42 pm (UTC)(link)
"A man like him is never going to be happy, not for real."

Eames leans back in his seat, looking back out the window, "you can want the best for him, but it's up to him to find it."
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[personal profile] stauncherhearted 2017-11-10 07:07 pm (UTC)(link)
She couldn't deny it. Bill would never be happy. She didn't think he even knew how. But did any of them?

"I hope- I really, really hope he does."
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[personal profile] falsify 2017-11-10 07:24 pm (UTC)(link)
Eames is pretty happy. Aside from right now. But in general, happy. And if he can do it, well. Some other people probably can too. Upwards of four people.

Anyway, Eames doesn't have much else to say to that. He just sighs softly and watches for the Angelo to come into view, electing not to comment on the happiness Bill doesn't deserve.
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[personal profile] stauncherhearted 2017-11-10 07:47 pm (UTC)(link)
She's content with the silence, oddly enough. Eames is still with her, and, she assumes, he's going to stay with her for a while. Help take care of her.

When they pull up at the curb in front of the lavish hotel, Nancy doesn't hurry to leave. While the attendants open the car doors and offer to take Ms. Bellrose's things (they remembered her here), Nancy looks over at Eames, her brow creased.

"What's next? After this?"
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[personal profile] falsify 2017-11-10 07:52 pm (UTC)(link)
Yeah, they remember Eames too. It's why he has to open his own door.

He's not bothered though, he looks back at Nancy and offers her a smile before he steps out of the car.

"Lunch, I think."
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[personal profile] stauncherhearted 2017-11-10 07:55 pm (UTC)(link)
Lunch. Breakfast seemed like it had been a thousand years ago, though she can't really find an appetite. There are worse things in the world, however, and the menu here was always good.

Maybe she could even get herself some booze- oh that's right. Her flask was in her purse.

Brilliant.

"That'd be great. Room service? I don't want to be in public."
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[personal profile] falsify 2017-11-10 08:03 pm (UTC)(link)
"Of course." Between Eames' wallet and Cesare's generosity, they can get whatever the hell they want. He doesn't have much of an appetite either, but he might as well indulge.

They probably look quite a pair as they walk in, Nancy tired and, well. Not dressed her best, that's for sure, and Eames still in his tracksuit from this morning, but Eames holds himself like he could be wearing a bespoke suit straight from Milan as he offers Nancy an arm. A light glamour, to make Nancy look a little healthier, but otherwise fuck it.
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[personal profile] stauncherhearted 2017-11-10 08:13 pm (UTC)(link)
It takes no time at all to check in. Nancy's recognized on sight and the keys to her suite handed over. It's nice to, for once, not have to think about money, since so much of her life revolved around the pursuit of it.

She can feel the glamour pass over her, and she leans her head against Eames' arm as they walk to the elevator. "Thank you," she whispers, "I don't think i could do it right now, state I'm in." Magic took energy, and Nancy had none to spare today.

"But do I really look that awful?"
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[personal profile] falsify 2017-11-10 11:35 pm (UTC)(link)
"You're not your best," which is a polite way of saying she does, but it's understandable. But you don't want to be looking run down in a place like this either, people have a nasty habit of talking about things that don't concern them.

Besides, it takes almost no energy for Eames anyway.
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[personal profile] stauncherhearted 2017-11-11 12:42 am (UTC)(link)
Nancy sighs. Hopefully most people here can't see through the glamour. She appreciates the effort, regardless.

The trip to the elevator and up to the suites is quick and easy, and it's not too long before they're opening the door to her suite.

There is, of course, a minibar, a large bathroom, really everything she needs to hide out in the lap of luxury. She'll be well-cared for here, she always was. Gingerly, she pulls off her coat for the first time since she put it on, bruises visible now on her arms.

"Lunch?"
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[personal profile] falsify 2017-11-11 12:50 am (UTC)(link)
Even another illusionist would have a hard time seeing through his magic, don't you worry Nance.

He grimaces at the bruises, but his gaze doesn't linger. He'll just treat them like the bites from when she used to do blood work, just pretend they're not there. Eames drops his jacket on the bed and goes straight to the minibar; he'd love a beer right about now, but since he's not allowing someone to drink while he's around, it only seems fair not to partake, so he goes for a can of lemonade instead.

"Lunch," he agrees, "where's the menu?"
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[personal profile] stauncherhearted 2017-11-11 04:07 pm (UTC)(link)
She knows that look. It's the same look she'd get from everyone that knew. God- it had been this big, dirty secret to her. Her boyfriend hits her. Her boyfriend strangles her. Her boyfriend has thrown her through a coffee table. Her boyfriend beats her so badly she sometimes passes out.

The look Eames gives, that tiny little grimace, she's seen it before.

The minibar catches her attention and her eyes light up, just for a moment, at the sight of all the tiny bottles. She'd have them finished by morning, of that there was no doubt. She hopes maybe he'll take a beer and give her a good excuse to go to her flask (not like today isn't a good enough excuse as-is) but he grabs a lemonade. Damn it.

"Sparkling water, please" she tells him, because that will taste great with the gin she has in her flask. While he does that, she gets up and manually takes the large black binder from the desk. She flips through it for a few moments before handing it to Eames.

"There's a spa package- I was thinking maybe that'd be good? Keep me distracted?" Get a nice massage, help her relax.
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[personal profile] falsify 2017-11-13 01:31 am (UTC)(link)
It's easy for Eames to ignore the bruises after the first moment of seeing them, Arthur has his fair share of bruises at any given time and both of them have gotten pretty good at acting like they're not there. It's easy, and he smiles as he takes a bottle of water out for Nancy and leans against the desk.

"Good idea," he flips through the binder when Nancy hands it to him, eyeing the options with, well. Mild disinterest, which is an odd feeling for him when it comes to food. It all looks really good, but he just can't make himself have an appetite. "You could probably use some professional pampering, help you relax a little."
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[personal profile] stauncherhearted 2017-11-13 03:57 am (UTC)(link)
"That was my thought," she says, looking over at him as he looks through the menu. She's already made up her mind to order every single desert. And the bread basket. Though most of it, she fears, will go untouched until she gets drunk enough to want nothing more than to stuff her face with cake.

It's happened. We can all blame Cooper and Cesare for that one.

She'll go ahead and order the one that does everything- nails, toes, hair. Oh gosh, it'd be amazing to have someone shampoo and play with her hair. Massages as well. Hopefully she wouldn't even think about Bill once. Though that depended all on how drunk she got.

"We don't need to eat, if you don't want to. I can order something later." They could sit and just... make a plan, maybe.
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[personal profile] falsify 2017-11-14 11:35 pm (UTC)(link)
"Cesare's footing the bill, right?" Eames looks up from the menu with a bit of that awful sparkle in his eyes. "I'm definitely ordering food."

It might be a drop in the ocean to someone so wealthy, but it's not going to stop Eames buying expensive food he probably won't even eat.

It's the little things, you know?
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[personal profile] stauncherhearted 2017-11-14 11:53 pm (UTC)(link)
Nancy lets out a weak laugh, popping the top on her sparkling water. The bubbles are so odd, but she finds that she likes the texture. It's just not something she can often afford.

"He is. Why d'you think I thought about a spa treatment?" Cesare was old, and he had more money than god, it seemed. So many immortals did, but that's what happened when you had nothing but time on your hands.
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[personal profile] falsify 2017-12-05 07:48 pm (UTC)(link)
Makes sense. Eames laughs, moving over to lean against Nancy's seat and drop his hand to give her a little reassurance and affection in the form of obnoxiously combing his fingers forward through her hair from the back of her head and letting it fall to give her shoulder a gentle squeeze.

"Deluxe package, I hope."
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[personal profile] stauncherhearted 2017-12-06 04:57 pm (UTC)(link)
One of Nancy's biggest weaknesses, other than her heart and Bill Sikes was people playing with her hair. The moment she feels Eames' fingers she finds herself relaxing just a bit against him.

"Of course- like I'd settle for anything less from Cesare."
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[personal profile] falsify 2017-12-12 03:30 am (UTC)(link)
Eames breathes a small laugh and goes back to playing with Nancy's hair, this time combing his fingers through it the right way instead of just brushing her hair into her face.

"Good," he says, approving, "you deserve it."
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[personal profile] stauncherhearted 2017-12-12 03:20 pm (UTC)(link)
Nancy makes a soft noise of agreement, though she's not sure how much she does deserve this. She'd been awful to Eames and Arthur, all her friends. She let Bill isolate her, and she'd let him.

"Keep doing that," she tells him. "It feels really nice." Something a father would do for a daughter.