The fae moved in on Bexley the evening of the 8th, quietly and without resistance. There seemed to be a lot of odd characters out after dark, but that was the most that anyone could say aside from the unusual phenomena.
Regardless of the weather, there were no clouds over Bexley that night and the stars shone brightly. As well, there seemed to be an abundance of cats gathered in the area, although they went about quietly enough that one would have to be actively looking for them to notice.
As everything went smoothly, things were back to normal before sunrise, although doors to the Other Realm may be increasingly common from now on.
Even Tybalt couldn't automatically expect total obedience from cats, just based on who he was. Still, he could get them to listen, and that meant an opportunity to make promises, and to make bribes. All minor things for one of the fae, but certainly of use to mortal cats.
And so the cats scouted the area, passing as unnoticed as stray cats usually do. Tybalt wouldn't order them to fight - he'd learned long ago never to give orders that he knew would be refused. But as his furry spies reported in, it seemed there wasn't going to be resistance after all. So he sought out Balem and sauntered over to the other fae.
"They weren't expecting us, I don't think. Even if anyone finds out it'll be too late," he said, "It will be more complicated once we start closing in on their territory, I imagine."
"Oh of course. But with territory firmly held in our own claws, we can afford to be patient." His smile was feral, with very little hint of anything resembling humanity. "And next time we can be subtle."
"I wonder if they'll attack us once they find out. They're going to be angry, I assume," he said, as if it was an afterthought. Clearly he didn't think much of their ability to retaliate.
Tybalt's shrug was equally unconcerned. "If they do, we'll be ready." He flexed his hand, letting his claws slide in and out. "The real question is what we should do next."
"Hopefully we'll get the go-ahead to start moving in on Daybreak territory," he said, "We must assert ourselves over them directly, at some point. Unseal the doorways, and all."
BEXLEY - July 8th (Evening)
Regardless of the weather, there were no clouds over Bexley that night and the stars shone brightly. As well, there seemed to be an abundance of cats gathered in the area, although they went about quietly enough that one would have to be actively looking for them to notice.
As everything went smoothly, things were back to normal before sunrise, although doors to the Other Realm may be increasingly common from now on.
Re: BEXLEY - July 8th (Evening)
And so the cats scouted the area, passing as unnoticed as stray cats usually do. Tybalt wouldn't order them to fight - he'd learned long ago never to give orders that he knew would be refused. But as his furry spies reported in, it seemed there wasn't going to be resistance after all. So he sought out Balem and sauntered over to the other fae.
"It seems this will be far easier than expected"
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