undergrounds | [OPEN POST] The game is on

This event runs from 20th-25th July 2015.

Hello, Londoners! Bit hot, isn't it? Blimey, you might even get a tan at this rate, assuming you're not a vampire.

But there's no time to relax and enjoy the sunshine. No. This is the third and final week of the hunting season in the Other Realm and the magic of the hunt is about to bleed into all of London...

Basically, if you're a predatory type, your hunting instincts may be sharper than usual this week. By how much? Not a lot, we're not talking rabid wolves or losing self-control here, but conditions are perfect for hunting. You can feel it in the air. Hunters of all kinds can expect good fortune – yes, that includes humans who track down other supernatural species too.

As for everyone else... try not to be lunch. Welcome to London.

Prompts

1) HUNGRY LIKE THE WOLF. Bare those fangs and sharpen those claws. You're feeling a little... peckish.

2) THE WHITE HART. The hunt for the legendary White Hart has begun. Fae hunting parties compete to pursue the beast, and upon its capture much merry-making ensues. Should a party pass through into the mortal realm during this hunt, they will appear as drunken louts searching for a pub.

3) HUNTING PARTY. No reason to let the fae have all the fun! Choose your quarry, gather your team and pursue your prey. This could be a serious hunt-to-kill party or something more light-hearted.

4) CAPTURE/KILL. The moment you've been waiting for. Your prey, cornered. Do you allow your instincts to take over and let rip?

5) I DIDN'T SIGN UP FOR THIS. I just got to London and now I'm being chased by a vicious pack of supernatural beings. FML.

6) CHOOSE YOUR OWN ADVENTURE. What's the first thing you see when you set foot in London? Make up your own scenario here.

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"I quite like this one, for the time being," he said, "And with the power of the court behind me, I believe I may be able to pull off a little experiment I had in mind, in time."

"I know from my father's rule that court politics can be... complicated." Her smile never changes, and she reaches for a pitcher to fill both their cups. "Having someone on whom you rely -- truly rely -- is often beneficial."

"In my family we relied on none but each other," he said, "But those days are behind me. I am aware of the benefits of having allies."

"In my family, we can't even trust one another," she admits. "But..."

She smiles a little, tilting her head. After all, anyone might be listening. So, she takes another sip of her wine and touches his hand. If she were actually trying to be appealing, it would likely blow up in her face. But now, it's all calculated. A way to talk privately about matters that aren't related to anything like sex.

"Perhaps we could speak somewhere quieter?"

"Very well," he said, and with a wave of his hand a door opened, leading right to the front of his observatory.

Azula rose easily and walked through it, waiting for him to join her and the door to close before she looked at him.

"I think we have complementary goals."

The heavy golden doors of the observatory swung open at his command, and he gestured for her to go inside. In the halls were many paintings, mostly of him.

"How so?"

"You want a throne," she murmurs, walking the hall slowly enough to take in the paintings appreciatively. "So do I."

"So ambitious already. The Seelie Queen is very powerful," he said, "All the royals are."

"I would expect nothing less," she answered. After all, nothing of this nature would be simple. "However, if no one acts, no one gains."

Her smile widens, just a bit. Still predatory, still scheming.

"I'm not suggesting we just announce that we're taking over tomorrow and go after them, of course."

"No, no. Of course not. I don't believe our current administration - Seelie or Unseelie - sees the little issue with the humans as anything pressing," he said, "I think ambitions such as ours would be much better received if we prod the humans a bit, prove that they're willing to attack us. Then we will have more support."

"Well," she murmured, smirking wider, "then we just need to disturb the hornet's nest."

Simple enough, especially with the work others had already begun to do. Put a little more pressure on the mortals, especially those who would strike back. Simple enough, really.

"Oh, I plan to. I am Lord of Autumn now, and I shall strike during Autumn's peak," he said, meaning October, "Where exactly I will make my move depends on what happens this month and the next, but I intend on taking something valuable from them."

"Lord of Autumn," she murmured appreciatively. Titles were still just out of her reach, but she was working on it. Currying favor with those in her court, playing nice with important people. "The chaos in Lambeth makes it an ideal place. Enforce order. And there's cause to use violence. Others already are."

And violence from a fae would cause a human backlash. A human backlash would help spark the fire she wanted.

"I intend to make a strike in September."

"You will have my support, then, if you do," he said, "I hope I can count on the same from you, when I choose to make my move."

"You have my word." A binding promise. Not to be made lightly, no, but they both have high aims, and that encourages her. A strike in a territory is minor, but it is to lay the foundation.

Word among fae was far more powerful than any binding contract, so he was satisfied.

"Very well. you best work on your plan of attack, then, before others start scrambling for the throne."

[OPEN POST] The game is on

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